Author: Arinya
Rating:R
Summary: Sam is forced to retell all the things that happened after the Fellowship had succeeded in destroying the Ring. All the members of the Fellowship have their own problems. Darkness returns, and Love struggles to conquer all. But as the problems mount up to a peak, can they survive? And can Sam bear telling his audience the true story?
Chapter Fourteen: Glorfindel of the Golden Flower
Fiirmo- mortal
A messenger boy ran in, apologizing for interrupting the meeting, but stated he had an urgent message for his King. Whispering it into Aragorn's ear, he nodded as his King looked at him disbelieveingly. The boy went away and an elf took his place.
"Glorfindel!" said Celeborn, rising.
Gimli looked in admiration.
"Of the Golden Flower, I am...honored"
"A dwarf? How surprising. Times are indeed changing since I had last looked" said Glorfindel, looking at Gimli in warmth.
"How long have you hidden, and nursed your wounds without telling us you were still alive?" asked Celeborn.
"For many long years my friend, many long years" said Glorfindel and he took a seat.
"So you defeated a balrog and survived, I congratulate you" said Eomer.
"A man who knows elf-lore...oh my" he said sarcastically and Eomer glared.
"Do you dare insult me and my race?"
"No, it is only that men and elves are very different in my view. I was at the Last Alliance although no one may have recognized me. True, your skills on the battlefield are admirable, but Isildur's idoicy of letting the ring be, was a grave and foolish mistake"
"What is done is done Glorfindel. I know of my ancestor's mistake, I would never let it happen again. On behalf of my life, my heart, and the white tree of Gondor, I would never do something as foolhardy" said Aragorn sincerely.
Glorfindel let the remark pass even though he looked as if he wanted to say more. The meeting ended and everyone dispersed. Aragorn offered a feast and no one declined. Celeborn met up with Glorfindel later on.
"Why so bitter my friend?"
Glorfindel sighed.
"My son Glorlim was killed five years ago"
"No! By whom?"
"Men" said Glorfindel, almost laughing in irony.
"Men killed him. He was only six years old Celeborn. I had found a lovely fiirmo wife and we had a son. Glorlim the Half-elven. They destroyed my life Celeborn, took the one thing I loved, then took Hannah away as well."
"Your wife?"
"Yes, and I loved her. I love too easily Celeborn, and look what it as brought me! Bitterness, and pain. I do not even understand why I brought myself here"
"You have been through much. But this is a matter for all to attend to. Galadriel's turning to colors is no small change"
"I realize that, but I cannot help by harbor hard feelings toward some"
"Try Glorfindel, try. I am still here, a friend. Have you forgotten that we can still talk?"
Glorfindel grasped Celeborn's hand.
"I almost did...thank you Celeborn"