The Misadventures of Caladriel and Rinnalaiss
By Ellie in ElfPajamas
Starring: Caladriel, Legolas, Thranduil, Rinnalaiss, Elladan, Elrohir, Arwen, Elrond, Glorfindel, Erestor, Halbarad, and an Elf named Faelon.
Okay, major no-no here, Rinnalaiss is an extra daughter to Elrond, Caladriel is Legolas' younger sister. Rinnalaiss might be adopted, I'm not real sure, but her older brothers Elladan and Elrohir dote on their tomboyish little sister. She's the baby of the family sort of, although older than Estel in years, she is still quite childish. Caladriel is not allowed to be the tomboy she wants to be, and is only Legolas' half sister. This is preLotR, Estel is only about thirty or forty. Why all this guessing? This is a transcribed dream, that's why. Oh, and a groom in this story is not a groom in the sense of bride and groom, a groom is actually someone who takes care of the horses.
And this switches from Third person to first, usually Caladriel's POV. I kinda dreamed it as an onlooker that they didn't see, but sometimes I was in her head. Couldn't think of Gondorian names, I have a list of Elvish names, but I wasn't able to locate a Gondorian and Numenorean name generator.
Chapter five: The Aftermath of Erestor's Revenge.
Erestor was not one to be crossed. The Elves of Rivendell well knew this and did not take him lightly, even if they seldom payed attention to him. Legolas should have followed their lead. Right now the prince of Mirkwood was sound asleep, though not exactly by his choice. Erestor was smugly going about his business. Glorfindel had to make an extra effort not to laugh when he saw Erestor coming. The idea of the advisor and book keeper having drugged an Elven prince was a novel one indeed.
Glorfindel and Erestor's world sort of revolved around Calad and Faelon right now. Erestor was drugging Legolas so the prince couldn't do anything to Faelon, Glorfindel was trying to keep Rinnalaiss from driving the recovering half-Elf crazy. Erestor had stopped drugging Legolas the day before, and Glorfindel had encouraged Rinn to terrorize the prince instead. Calad seldom left Faelon's side, which of course annoyed Legolas, who in turn annoyed Erestor, who would inevitably give him tea. Arwen, the elegant she-Elf, had become a bit of a lurker. She slunk around the house, often eavesdropping with Rinn. It was the first time in centuries that the sisters had done anything together. They were both becoming more secretive, plotting and planning Calad's wedding to Faelon as though it were all arranged. The truth of the matter was that no one knew for sure that Calad and Faelon's love ran any deeper than friendship. Calad admittedly would kill for Faelon, and it was all to obvious that the groom was not opposed to dying for Calad.
Late one afternoon, Erestor was writing a short (five or six page) entry in his journal, when Rinn quietly knocked on the door. She looked like she had a favor to ask. Erestor was a little suspiscious, but the young Elf had changed a bit since her 'adventure'.
"Erestor, greatest advisor that ever lived, Elladan, Elrohir, and I have run out of pranks to pull on 'dear cousin Legolas'. Can you help us?" she asked, innocent looking as an angel.
Erestor was strongly tempted to join her in making Legolas misserable, and his pride had been appealed to. The poor Elven advisor gave in. He felt he'd have little time for remorse.
"Out in the ice storage, there's a huge block of ice. Take some ice chips and have your brothers put them in Legolas' clothes." Erestor said, looking back down to his journal.
Rinn grinned and ran off to do it. Erestor was shocked to realize that the twins were out taking a letter to Galadriel, and it was Rinn and Arwen who were up to no good. He got a sinking feeling, knowing how cruel the two could be when they felt like it.
Legolas' shreiks and clumsy steps twenty minutes later alerted Erestor to the fact that the she-elves had done the deed. He scrambled downstairs to see what they'd done to the poor prince. Legolas quite obviously had ice in his pants. Erestor had only seen so strange a dance once before, when Elladan and Elrohir had put ice in Lindir's pants. He'd laughed then, and he laughed now, as did Glorfindel, who had been stoking a fire when the fun started. The look of shock and dismay on Legolas' face was absolutely priceless. True, Elves seldom felt cold or heat, but then again they rarely sat in snow or fires. Ice in an Elf's pants had just as dramatic an effect as ice in a mortal's pants. Estel gaped as Legolas jumped around like he was crazy. He knew that Arwen had had a hand in it as well, which made it all the more disturbing.
Legolas finally scrambled upstairs to his room to change his pants.
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Sleep, says Lord Elrond, sleep, he says. How can one sleep when someone you love is in danger? I cannot sleep. Slumber eludes me, and it will do so until Faelon is well and Legolas is back in Mirkwood. Faelon is asleep. He doesn't know he's in danger. I do and I am constantly worried that Legolas will kill him in his sleep if I don't keep watch. I suppose Glorfindel could keep watch, maybe even Erestor, but I just don't feel Faelon is safe unless I myself am watching.
I know I am selfish, it isn't as if Faelon belongs to me, like Mithy does. I should be less possessive, but I can't. If he's awake, I am here, if he's sleeping, I am here, I don't want to leave him for anything. What must it be like to be unable to recognize your friends? Elrond keeps telling me Faelon does recognize me and that the fever makes it hard for him to show it, but I wonder if he really can tell it is I or not. Would he be able to distinguish Legolas from Glorfindel? Friend from foe? Mithy from Shadow? I would that I knew. I would that I knew what he thinks, what he dreams. Sometimes I see him smile in his sleep, and wonder, what is he dreaming of? His mother? Mirkwood? Taming Shadow? It is becoming more obvious to me that he is a half-elf. Sometimes he sleeps with his eyes open, but much of the time they are shut. That's too bad, really, I like to look at his eyes, they're so, different. Some things about him are un- Elf-like, his jaw is heavier than that of Legolas, his hands larger and not as fine boned, though his fingers are long like an Elf's.
He must have inherited his father's soul, though, not many mortals are fond of our underground palace. Or our little spider problems. He fits in so naturally. Elrond enters and checks on Faelon. He says that Faelon is doing better, and this prolonged slumber is doing him good. I find it hard to believe, though I have never before doubted Lord Elrond.
"Aren't you tired yet?" Elrond asks for the thousandth time.
"Very, my lord, but I will not leave him." I reply, the same reply I have used the last ten times he asked me.
"I'm sending Glorfindel up here in an hour. He will take your place and you will go to bed." Elrond says, making himself very clear.
"I am sorry, my lord, but I fear I cannot obey."
"Calad, it won't help Faelon if you hurt yourself. Wouldn't it be better if you rested now so that when he is well you can be with him all the time?"
I just give him a blank look, as I usually do when he tries to reason with me.
"Headstrong she-Elf." I hear him mutter as he leaves the room.
I am very tired today, maybe taking a short nap while Glorfindel is up here isn't such a bad idea. Legolas chooses this time to poke his head in. I throw a dagger at him, which embeds itself in the door in front of his nose, taking off quite a bit of his hair. He gets the message, and with an eye roll he leaves.
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"Glorfindel, I want you to go upstairs and watch Faelon. While you're at it, I want you to chase Calad to bed." Elrond said, looking frustrated.
"Yes Lord Elrond." Glorfindel said quietly, snagging a book off a nearby table.
Erestor gaped at the Elf who was walking away with his journal. He was too stunned to say anything. Elrond looked at him quizzically. Erestor jumped up and ran after Glorfindel, who heard the advisor coming, knew what he had swiped, and decided to run. Glorfindel felt that Erestor never got enough excitement, so he went out of his way to liven the raven haired Elf up a bit. If it meant stealing his journal and teasing him with it, well, that was acceptable. Lord Elrond shook his head, watching his friends behaving like Elflings. He knew that Glorfindel would never really outgrow his mischievious streak that he'd gotten when he was reborn, and Erestor would never stop acting like a cranky old she-Elf. They were good for each other, though, each benefitted from the other's company. Glorfindel got plenty of exercise running from the peeved advisor, Erestor got plenty of laughs from what the Balrog Slayer tripped over when he turned his head to taunt him. Small children, dogs, dust particles, his own feet, servants, a boot lace, gaps between stones, the occaisional cat, a deer carcass, rabbits, and nothing at all.
Glorfindel's downfall (pardon the pun) this time, would be a certain prince.
Erestor chased Glorfindel through the upper hallways, screeching at the Elf, beseeching him to give back his journal. Estel saw the two coming and stepped out of the way. He was used to this, it was a common occurance. He'd also been run over by Glorfindel more than once, and thus had every incentive to get out of the way. Glorfindel's golden hair streamed out behind him, his red and gold robes rustling and threatening to trip him. Erestor's jet black hair bounced slightly with each leap and bound, his blue and purple robes held away from his feet with one hand while he reached for Glorfindel's hair with the other. Glorfindel usually stopped dead when Erestor got a good grip on those long golden tresses, and the few times he didn't stop Erestor had, yanking the stunned Elf to the floor. Many other Elves underestimated Erestor's foot speed, but Glorfindel knew it well, and would run just fast enough to keep out of reach. Erestor made a flying leap as the two dashed around a corner, grasping a good hank of Glorfindel's hair. At the same time, Glorfindel collided with Legolas, who had just stepped out of his room. All three Elves painfully hit the marble floor in a tangled heap. Glorfindel was first to react, and his reaction was to whimper. Somehow, he'd landed on the bottom.
Elrond heard a heavy thud above his head. Heavy thuds are not common in the homes of Elves, a fact which spurred the Elf Lord up the stairs to see what had happened. He hoped Glorfindel had not injured Estel again by accident. He got up the stairs and followed the moaning and groaning to the three Elf heap. Erestor was holding his head in his hands, having quite obviously struck it on the floor, Legolas was trying not to stretch bruised muscles, and Glorfindel was just one big ache. Erestor tried to get up but was too dizzy.
"Sweet Eru, Elrond, why are there two of you?!" Erestor exclaimed when Elrond tried to get his attention. "One of you is bad enough."
Elrond sighed, realizing that his advisor had a concussion.
"Just stay there, Erestor, don't try to get up until I tell you otherwise." Elrond said, sitting the confused advisor against a wall.
Legolas took a couple painshortened steps, testing out the muscles that Glorfindel and Erestor's hurtling bodies had hit. Glorfindel was sitting crosslegged on the floor, his hands in his lap. He'd managed to dislocate his shoulder while trying to break his fall, and had broken his wrist as well. Luckilly, it was his left, so it wouldn't affect his swordsmanship. He had a bump on his head where his skull had collided with that of Erestor, and plenty of bruises from hitting the floor first and then breaking Erestor and Legolas' fall.
"Do either of you need help?" Elrond asked Glorfindel and Legolas.
Legolas shook his head, Glorfindel nodded.
"I broke my wrist and dislocated my shoulder, that constitutes needing help, right?" Glorfindel said.
"Yes." Elrond groaned. "Legolas, you'll have to help me here."
It took plenty of effort on Elrond's part to get Glorfindel's arm back into the rotator cuff, but it could be done, although Glorfindel bit his lip hard enough to draw blood while Elrond did it. Glorfindel's wrist wasn't broken very badly, so Elrond splinted it and bound Glorfindel's shoulder. Glorfindel gingerly got to his feet, nodded to Elrond, handed Erestor his journal, and went to take Calad's place. Erestor looked blankly at the journal in his lap, trying to remember exactly why he'd been chasing Glorfindel in the first place. He opened the journal and it all became clear to him.
"GLORFINDEL!!!!!!!!! I'LL GET EVEN WITH YOU!!!! JUST YOU WAIT!" Erestor screeched.
The Balrog Slayer paused at the door to the guest room, contemplating Erestor's threat.
"Erestor, you have a long list of people waiting for you to get even with them. I think I'll pass." he said.
Erestor sat there bewildered. Maybe Glorfindel did have a point. Erestor got to his feet and followed Glorfindel. He wanted to have a serious talk with him.
Legolas looked at Lord Elrond.
"I am returning to Mirkwood, my lord, sometime this week. I don't think I need an escort, but I will abide by your wishes." Elrond looked at the younger Elf in surprise.
"Oh, you will need an escort. I'll get you one, you can leave in three or four days. I believe I'll send Glorfindel with you. He and Erestor should be well enough for their hunting trip by then." Elrond said, a little distracted. He frowned.
"Wait, why are you leaving?" he asked.
"I know where I've worn out my welcome. Perhaps if I stay away from Faelon, it will help both of us." Legolas admitted.
Elrond nodded.
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Glorfindel put his good arm around Erestor to keep the dizzy advisor from falling. Erestor in turn clung to Glorfindel.
"Odd, isn't it? You and I are like fire and water, and yet we're still such good friends." Erestor said.
"What I think is odd is that you dare to be friends with me." Glorfindel teased softly.
"I think it odder still that you can stand me. I'm a bit of an ogre, aren't I?" Erestor asked.
"Ogre? No, more of a Troll, actually." Glorfindel said. "I find it fascinating that you don't think I'm some kind of ghost. Sometimes I'm tempted to think Elrond does."
Glorfindel steered Erestor toward a chair. Seating the dark haired Elf, he turned to see what Calad was doing. The shocked look on Erestor's face should have told him even before he looked.
The stubborn she-Elf was curled up at Faelon's feet, sound asleep. Glorfindel wouldn't be sending her to bed after all.
"I thought she'd never get tired enough to finally go to sleep." Erestor said.
"I was beginning to think there was something unnatural keeping her awake, or she could sleep on her feet like a horse." Glorfindel concurred.
Erestor stifled a giggle.
"I was all set to have a long, serious talk with you and drive you crazy, and now you've got me giggling. Stop it. I really should stop following your example." Erestor said, looking up to his friend with a merry twinkle in his eye.
"Well, if you'd be more cheerful, I could let up on the misbehavior, and be a better example to you, little Elf." Glorfindel teased.
"Little Elf? Your insults are getting mundane in your old age, you little old woman." Erestor shot back.
Glorfindel looked surprised.
"Ahh, so you were an Elfling at some point, you did learn to tease. I thought you were just born old and mean." Glorfindel said, being sure to stay out of Erestor's reach.
"Yes, mean, old, and ugly." Erestor agreed. "You should be glad that I have a concussion, I'd smack you for that otherwise."
"You'd have to catch me first, and seeing how much success you've had in that heretofore, I wouldn't recomend it." Glorfindel said.
Erestor smiled. It was still nice to have a friend like Glorfindel, even if he sometimes wanted to kill him.
By Ellie in ElfPajamas
Starring: Caladriel, Legolas, Thranduil, Rinnalaiss, Elladan, Elrohir, Arwen, Elrond, Glorfindel, Erestor, Halbarad, and an Elf named Faelon.
Okay, major no-no here, Rinnalaiss is an extra daughter to Elrond, Caladriel is Legolas' younger sister. Rinnalaiss might be adopted, I'm not real sure, but her older brothers Elladan and Elrohir dote on their tomboyish little sister. She's the baby of the family sort of, although older than Estel in years, she is still quite childish. Caladriel is not allowed to be the tomboy she wants to be, and is only Legolas' half sister. This is preLotR, Estel is only about thirty or forty. Why all this guessing? This is a transcribed dream, that's why. Oh, and a groom in this story is not a groom in the sense of bride and groom, a groom is actually someone who takes care of the horses.
And this switches from Third person to first, usually Caladriel's POV. I kinda dreamed it as an onlooker that they didn't see, but sometimes I was in her head. Couldn't think of Gondorian names, I have a list of Elvish names, but I wasn't able to locate a Gondorian and Numenorean name generator.
Chapter five: The Aftermath of Erestor's Revenge.
Erestor was not one to be crossed. The Elves of Rivendell well knew this and did not take him lightly, even if they seldom payed attention to him. Legolas should have followed their lead. Right now the prince of Mirkwood was sound asleep, though not exactly by his choice. Erestor was smugly going about his business. Glorfindel had to make an extra effort not to laugh when he saw Erestor coming. The idea of the advisor and book keeper having drugged an Elven prince was a novel one indeed.
Glorfindel and Erestor's world sort of revolved around Calad and Faelon right now. Erestor was drugging Legolas so the prince couldn't do anything to Faelon, Glorfindel was trying to keep Rinnalaiss from driving the recovering half-Elf crazy. Erestor had stopped drugging Legolas the day before, and Glorfindel had encouraged Rinn to terrorize the prince instead. Calad seldom left Faelon's side, which of course annoyed Legolas, who in turn annoyed Erestor, who would inevitably give him tea. Arwen, the elegant she-Elf, had become a bit of a lurker. She slunk around the house, often eavesdropping with Rinn. It was the first time in centuries that the sisters had done anything together. They were both becoming more secretive, plotting and planning Calad's wedding to Faelon as though it were all arranged. The truth of the matter was that no one knew for sure that Calad and Faelon's love ran any deeper than friendship. Calad admittedly would kill for Faelon, and it was all to obvious that the groom was not opposed to dying for Calad.
Late one afternoon, Erestor was writing a short (five or six page) entry in his journal, when Rinn quietly knocked on the door. She looked like she had a favor to ask. Erestor was a little suspiscious, but the young Elf had changed a bit since her 'adventure'.
"Erestor, greatest advisor that ever lived, Elladan, Elrohir, and I have run out of pranks to pull on 'dear cousin Legolas'. Can you help us?" she asked, innocent looking as an angel.
Erestor was strongly tempted to join her in making Legolas misserable, and his pride had been appealed to. The poor Elven advisor gave in. He felt he'd have little time for remorse.
"Out in the ice storage, there's a huge block of ice. Take some ice chips and have your brothers put them in Legolas' clothes." Erestor said, looking back down to his journal.
Rinn grinned and ran off to do it. Erestor was shocked to realize that the twins were out taking a letter to Galadriel, and it was Rinn and Arwen who were up to no good. He got a sinking feeling, knowing how cruel the two could be when they felt like it.
Legolas' shreiks and clumsy steps twenty minutes later alerted Erestor to the fact that the she-elves had done the deed. He scrambled downstairs to see what they'd done to the poor prince. Legolas quite obviously had ice in his pants. Erestor had only seen so strange a dance once before, when Elladan and Elrohir had put ice in Lindir's pants. He'd laughed then, and he laughed now, as did Glorfindel, who had been stoking a fire when the fun started. The look of shock and dismay on Legolas' face was absolutely priceless. True, Elves seldom felt cold or heat, but then again they rarely sat in snow or fires. Ice in an Elf's pants had just as dramatic an effect as ice in a mortal's pants. Estel gaped as Legolas jumped around like he was crazy. He knew that Arwen had had a hand in it as well, which made it all the more disturbing.
Legolas finally scrambled upstairs to his room to change his pants.
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Sleep, says Lord Elrond, sleep, he says. How can one sleep when someone you love is in danger? I cannot sleep. Slumber eludes me, and it will do so until Faelon is well and Legolas is back in Mirkwood. Faelon is asleep. He doesn't know he's in danger. I do and I am constantly worried that Legolas will kill him in his sleep if I don't keep watch. I suppose Glorfindel could keep watch, maybe even Erestor, but I just don't feel Faelon is safe unless I myself am watching.
I know I am selfish, it isn't as if Faelon belongs to me, like Mithy does. I should be less possessive, but I can't. If he's awake, I am here, if he's sleeping, I am here, I don't want to leave him for anything. What must it be like to be unable to recognize your friends? Elrond keeps telling me Faelon does recognize me and that the fever makes it hard for him to show it, but I wonder if he really can tell it is I or not. Would he be able to distinguish Legolas from Glorfindel? Friend from foe? Mithy from Shadow? I would that I knew. I would that I knew what he thinks, what he dreams. Sometimes I see him smile in his sleep, and wonder, what is he dreaming of? His mother? Mirkwood? Taming Shadow? It is becoming more obvious to me that he is a half-elf. Sometimes he sleeps with his eyes open, but much of the time they are shut. That's too bad, really, I like to look at his eyes, they're so, different. Some things about him are un- Elf-like, his jaw is heavier than that of Legolas, his hands larger and not as fine boned, though his fingers are long like an Elf's.
He must have inherited his father's soul, though, not many mortals are fond of our underground palace. Or our little spider problems. He fits in so naturally. Elrond enters and checks on Faelon. He says that Faelon is doing better, and this prolonged slumber is doing him good. I find it hard to believe, though I have never before doubted Lord Elrond.
"Aren't you tired yet?" Elrond asks for the thousandth time.
"Very, my lord, but I will not leave him." I reply, the same reply I have used the last ten times he asked me.
"I'm sending Glorfindel up here in an hour. He will take your place and you will go to bed." Elrond says, making himself very clear.
"I am sorry, my lord, but I fear I cannot obey."
"Calad, it won't help Faelon if you hurt yourself. Wouldn't it be better if you rested now so that when he is well you can be with him all the time?"
I just give him a blank look, as I usually do when he tries to reason with me.
"Headstrong she-Elf." I hear him mutter as he leaves the room.
I am very tired today, maybe taking a short nap while Glorfindel is up here isn't such a bad idea. Legolas chooses this time to poke his head in. I throw a dagger at him, which embeds itself in the door in front of his nose, taking off quite a bit of his hair. He gets the message, and with an eye roll he leaves.
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"Glorfindel, I want you to go upstairs and watch Faelon. While you're at it, I want you to chase Calad to bed." Elrond said, looking frustrated.
"Yes Lord Elrond." Glorfindel said quietly, snagging a book off a nearby table.
Erestor gaped at the Elf who was walking away with his journal. He was too stunned to say anything. Elrond looked at him quizzically. Erestor jumped up and ran after Glorfindel, who heard the advisor coming, knew what he had swiped, and decided to run. Glorfindel felt that Erestor never got enough excitement, so he went out of his way to liven the raven haired Elf up a bit. If it meant stealing his journal and teasing him with it, well, that was acceptable. Lord Elrond shook his head, watching his friends behaving like Elflings. He knew that Glorfindel would never really outgrow his mischievious streak that he'd gotten when he was reborn, and Erestor would never stop acting like a cranky old she-Elf. They were good for each other, though, each benefitted from the other's company. Glorfindel got plenty of exercise running from the peeved advisor, Erestor got plenty of laughs from what the Balrog Slayer tripped over when he turned his head to taunt him. Small children, dogs, dust particles, his own feet, servants, a boot lace, gaps between stones, the occaisional cat, a deer carcass, rabbits, and nothing at all.
Glorfindel's downfall (pardon the pun) this time, would be a certain prince.
Erestor chased Glorfindel through the upper hallways, screeching at the Elf, beseeching him to give back his journal. Estel saw the two coming and stepped out of the way. He was used to this, it was a common occurance. He'd also been run over by Glorfindel more than once, and thus had every incentive to get out of the way. Glorfindel's golden hair streamed out behind him, his red and gold robes rustling and threatening to trip him. Erestor's jet black hair bounced slightly with each leap and bound, his blue and purple robes held away from his feet with one hand while he reached for Glorfindel's hair with the other. Glorfindel usually stopped dead when Erestor got a good grip on those long golden tresses, and the few times he didn't stop Erestor had, yanking the stunned Elf to the floor. Many other Elves underestimated Erestor's foot speed, but Glorfindel knew it well, and would run just fast enough to keep out of reach. Erestor made a flying leap as the two dashed around a corner, grasping a good hank of Glorfindel's hair. At the same time, Glorfindel collided with Legolas, who had just stepped out of his room. All three Elves painfully hit the marble floor in a tangled heap. Glorfindel was first to react, and his reaction was to whimper. Somehow, he'd landed on the bottom.
Elrond heard a heavy thud above his head. Heavy thuds are not common in the homes of Elves, a fact which spurred the Elf Lord up the stairs to see what had happened. He hoped Glorfindel had not injured Estel again by accident. He got up the stairs and followed the moaning and groaning to the three Elf heap. Erestor was holding his head in his hands, having quite obviously struck it on the floor, Legolas was trying not to stretch bruised muscles, and Glorfindel was just one big ache. Erestor tried to get up but was too dizzy.
"Sweet Eru, Elrond, why are there two of you?!" Erestor exclaimed when Elrond tried to get his attention. "One of you is bad enough."
Elrond sighed, realizing that his advisor had a concussion.
"Just stay there, Erestor, don't try to get up until I tell you otherwise." Elrond said, sitting the confused advisor against a wall.
Legolas took a couple painshortened steps, testing out the muscles that Glorfindel and Erestor's hurtling bodies had hit. Glorfindel was sitting crosslegged on the floor, his hands in his lap. He'd managed to dislocate his shoulder while trying to break his fall, and had broken his wrist as well. Luckilly, it was his left, so it wouldn't affect his swordsmanship. He had a bump on his head where his skull had collided with that of Erestor, and plenty of bruises from hitting the floor first and then breaking Erestor and Legolas' fall.
"Do either of you need help?" Elrond asked Glorfindel and Legolas.
Legolas shook his head, Glorfindel nodded.
"I broke my wrist and dislocated my shoulder, that constitutes needing help, right?" Glorfindel said.
"Yes." Elrond groaned. "Legolas, you'll have to help me here."
It took plenty of effort on Elrond's part to get Glorfindel's arm back into the rotator cuff, but it could be done, although Glorfindel bit his lip hard enough to draw blood while Elrond did it. Glorfindel's wrist wasn't broken very badly, so Elrond splinted it and bound Glorfindel's shoulder. Glorfindel gingerly got to his feet, nodded to Elrond, handed Erestor his journal, and went to take Calad's place. Erestor looked blankly at the journal in his lap, trying to remember exactly why he'd been chasing Glorfindel in the first place. He opened the journal and it all became clear to him.
"GLORFINDEL!!!!!!!!! I'LL GET EVEN WITH YOU!!!! JUST YOU WAIT!" Erestor screeched.
The Balrog Slayer paused at the door to the guest room, contemplating Erestor's threat.
"Erestor, you have a long list of people waiting for you to get even with them. I think I'll pass." he said.
Erestor sat there bewildered. Maybe Glorfindel did have a point. Erestor got to his feet and followed Glorfindel. He wanted to have a serious talk with him.
Legolas looked at Lord Elrond.
"I am returning to Mirkwood, my lord, sometime this week. I don't think I need an escort, but I will abide by your wishes." Elrond looked at the younger Elf in surprise.
"Oh, you will need an escort. I'll get you one, you can leave in three or four days. I believe I'll send Glorfindel with you. He and Erestor should be well enough for their hunting trip by then." Elrond said, a little distracted. He frowned.
"Wait, why are you leaving?" he asked.
"I know where I've worn out my welcome. Perhaps if I stay away from Faelon, it will help both of us." Legolas admitted.
Elrond nodded.
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Glorfindel put his good arm around Erestor to keep the dizzy advisor from falling. Erestor in turn clung to Glorfindel.
"Odd, isn't it? You and I are like fire and water, and yet we're still such good friends." Erestor said.
"What I think is odd is that you dare to be friends with me." Glorfindel teased softly.
"I think it odder still that you can stand me. I'm a bit of an ogre, aren't I?" Erestor asked.
"Ogre? No, more of a Troll, actually." Glorfindel said. "I find it fascinating that you don't think I'm some kind of ghost. Sometimes I'm tempted to think Elrond does."
Glorfindel steered Erestor toward a chair. Seating the dark haired Elf, he turned to see what Calad was doing. The shocked look on Erestor's face should have told him even before he looked.
The stubborn she-Elf was curled up at Faelon's feet, sound asleep. Glorfindel wouldn't be sending her to bed after all.
"I thought she'd never get tired enough to finally go to sleep." Erestor said.
"I was beginning to think there was something unnatural keeping her awake, or she could sleep on her feet like a horse." Glorfindel concurred.
Erestor stifled a giggle.
"I was all set to have a long, serious talk with you and drive you crazy, and now you've got me giggling. Stop it. I really should stop following your example." Erestor said, looking up to his friend with a merry twinkle in his eye.
"Well, if you'd be more cheerful, I could let up on the misbehavior, and be a better example to you, little Elf." Glorfindel teased.
"Little Elf? Your insults are getting mundane in your old age, you little old woman." Erestor shot back.
Glorfindel looked surprised.
"Ahh, so you were an Elfling at some point, you did learn to tease. I thought you were just born old and mean." Glorfindel said, being sure to stay out of Erestor's reach.
"Yes, mean, old, and ugly." Erestor agreed. "You should be glad that I have a concussion, I'd smack you for that otherwise."
"You'd have to catch me first, and seeing how much success you've had in that heretofore, I wouldn't recomend it." Glorfindel said.
Erestor smiled. It was still nice to have a friend like Glorfindel, even if he sometimes wanted to kill him.