A nice updated version with errors changed, thank you to UnDeadGoat for pointing them out. :) (oh, and asking them about the rum is followed by 'ok, mayhaps a silly question' because they wouldn't have had it. :) )
Alaina - I'm on under an hour a day net access, ack. Silly ISP.
Clarenova - hehe. I'm trying to think of how to do ...*continued at end of chapter*
littlesaiyangirl - unfortunately this is as soon as I can manage, :) *hehe* I am also unfortunately being distracted by the sequel. drat.
Kat - go, join ILL. hehe :)
UnDeadGoat - I hate it when it won't let me sign in. Oh, Farmer Giles of Ham instead of the Sil? Ow, at least they're both Tolkien, although I have yet to read Farmer Giles of Ham, my nan loves it, (she hijacked it off of me ergo not read it yet) but yeah, love you're loving it :)
Dslguy14 - they'll be here for a while yet, even though the focus may be Nimmir soon.
Ainu Laire - strange enough I've had that argument before with someone. Elves will feature more prom. now. :)
Decisions, decisions, I'm trying to keep this as accurate to real life as possible whilst still making it a story worth reading. This means I've had to deviate a bit so I threw in an interlude in Valinor to set it up for what comes next and also to give me more time to decide what direction to head with it.
And now on we go.
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Drinky Drinky
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All the way back home nothing was in my head but ways for the elves to sail with Nimmir. On the other hand, all that was in Glorfindel's mind were ways to return to his body. I felt oh so loved at that moment, not. Of course there was some entertainment to be provided from Glorfindel's thoughts. Every time he thought about returning home he thought about what he would do first and that brought up all kinds of pleasant memories.
"What is the first thing you will do when we go?" Glorfindel asked me.
I thought for a moment before answering, "I'm not sure, I think the first thing I'll do is cry, because it'll be real sad losing you two."
"You will weep? You will not do things that you could not do since we have arrived?"
"What have I not done since you arrived? You've seen every aspect of my life."
He thought for a moment before saying, "You will have freedom, you will be able to do what you want, when you want with no other people observing or complaining. Have we not been like, how do you say it, 'parental supervision'?"
"Have you been listening to those terrible day time television shows again? Or is it my friends?" And yes, I do have friends, although they may not feature overly much in this tale for that would be far too mundane. It would also be nearly impossible to capture the personalities of my friends without making them entirely unbelievable or having you think me insane. (If you do, indeed, not already think me so).
"You avoid the subject, I admit I am fond of you, although our parting would bring nothing but good things for you. Aye, you may have lost our companionship but friendships between Eldar and Edain are not meant to last, you know this. What would happen to us if you should die? Are you likely to find a mate whilst we are still here? What would happen to us if you did? Besides, you will tire of our company eventually."
"I don't like you insightful," I murmured to Glorfindel, "I much prefer it when you are happy and silly and generally care free. You are being as serious as Erestor."
On cue, Erestor butted in with this comment, "Well then, mayhaps I will have to be as 'carefree' and 'silly' as he usually is, to balance it out!"
I smiled as it was rather out of character for the sedate elf (although I decided his usual attitude was mostly to do with my age), "Then what would you have me do?"
"Do something silly and reckless and Glorfindel like," I could feel him mentally grinning, "go out, get drunk, I believe New Years is almost upon us, is it not a time for drinking amongst your kind?"
"Yes, it is, but technically..." I trailed off, pondering if I should tell them that the age for drinking was a year older than myself. Well, buying drink at least. I had refrained from drinking thinking that they might disapprove at first, that and the tablets the school nurse had me on and then I suppose I had declined to go out with my friends due to Glorfindel and Erestor being around, especially after the gig-lecture. Perhaps it was time for a different approach, now they knew me better, perhaps things could be tried again. "Drinking you say?" Oh why not.
Choices, choices, choices, my house, someone else's house, the park, like I said, choices, choices, choices. Better just wait and see what was going to happen, sure enough, a card game type thing at one of my friends houses. Perfect.
"So tell me, Glorfindel, what type of drink are you most fond of?"
"Well, wine is my preferr-" I made a 'pfft' noise.
"What?" he asked.
"Nothing, Erestor, what's yours?"
"Wine as well," he answered me. Weren't they just ordinary? I mean, I expected something a bit more adventurous, but then I suppose things in Valinor must have been slightly more limiting, and they were Elves.
"Ever tried rum?" I asked, ok, mayhap a silly question. After asking them what type of things that had tried and finding out they had nearly no experience with any mortal drinks I decided that perhaps this evening would be more fun. Especially seeing as all of us had different tolerances, but I suppose mine would be the only one that matter. Hm, this smells like fun.
We met up with my friends and slowly made our way to another friend's house, nice house, quiet area, but for how long? I was trying to be as social as possible whilst taking up a great amount of time explaining to Glorfindel and Erestor what each drink was as I drank it.
Here's what we discovered: Glorfindel seems to like most types of rum, dark rum best of all, rather keen on Malibu as well. Erestor seemed to have a fondness for Vodka, not vodka and coke or anything else, just straight vodka (no dodgy cheap stuff here, we're talking Smirnoff). An elf after my own heart. They didn't seem to like anything fizzy or sparkly, which ruled out beer, fine with me...I suppose, but there was Stella there and it was quite hard to refuse. The fact that we drunk most of our drinks straight probably accounted for why they stayed in our systems so long. Also probably because at some point during the evening Glorfindel or Erestor took control of my body and promptly forgot that they had a lower tolerance. Eugh.
Personally I don't remember much from the night, I remember a walk in the park, I remember loosing my shoe (or at least I think I do), I remember lots of un-coordinated events involving Pringles and someone trying to teach me a game of cards. And weetabix, lots of weetabix. And a delicious smell.
The only reason I'm sure I didn't sleep is because I don't remember waking up, just reality slowly coming back to me. My friend kicked us out of her house at eight am, not that I had that much of a problem with it, I was good enough to get back home, it was just the trains weren't running, that meant all sorts of bad things. No trains means instead of going up to the platform and getting one train that is the only train that passes this station right to the end of its line which happens to be my house I had to change transport a lot. It was a bus which brought the whole issue of deciding which bus and in which direction and in which stop to get off. Then a tube with about three changes. If you know the London Underground system it was from the eastern end of the central line up to the northern most part of the northern line. Eugh.
If only things were as easy as they seemed. I got off the tube twice too early and then three times too late. Then I had to switch on to too many different lines as I somehow ended up in south London. Then there was the walk from the tube station back home. All this time I was convinced I wasn't just hearing Glorfindel and Erestor in my head, but a group of other people as well.
I got home, collapsed into bed and thankfully didn't have to deal with anything until three am the next day, or more precisely when my friend phoned me to tell me what I'd got up to. Apparently Glorfindel had been having fun in my body.
"...so I walk into the room and there you are all over this girl, and I'm like wtf?! That's Sara! I mean, dude, you were like REALLY out of it..."
"..ugh, I don't remember that..."
"Oh yes! And then you decided that a walk in the park would do you good and you were climbing all of the trees singing songs to someone called 'Yvonna'? 'Ivanna'?"
I groaned, "Yavanna?" I asked.
"Yep! That's the one! You were really gone dude, you were spouting nonsense, I mean, it didn't even /sound/ like English..." Oh and I bet it wasn't, Glorfindel! I'm going to kill you!
'It's not my fault!' He protested weekly.
Unfortunately my friend was continuing, "Dude, you shoulda seen, you took your first draw like you've never done it before." Oh no, anything but that, the elves couldn't have, no, wouldn't have gone near...
Oh this was just getting worse, "Tell me," I said to my friend, "did I do anything /really/ bad, like 'oh my God this is going to haunt me for the rest of my life' bad?"
She thought for a moment, "No, not really, never seen the girl you were with before, nor since. Btw, Happy New Year!" And with that she hung up, I believe there was a lecture coming.
"Glorfindel!" I shouted. "Did I at any point relinquish my body to you?"
"Yes..." He answered rather cautiously. "You were giggling and thought it would be rather funny for some reason. The drink clearly affected your mind more than it did us."
Actually, that made a point, where was Erestor, "Erestor?" I asked.
"Oh, don't worry about him, he's feeling rather guilty about the whole thing, I think we had rather a good time, lovely girl, sorry about it being in your body and all..."
That didn't bother me at all, it was more the fact that the girl was a complete stranger. "It's not that that bothers me, Glorfindel. I didn't know her, that's what bothers me."
He groans, "Oh you are more like Erestor than anyone I know! He only sleeps with people he knows as well."
With that last comment my eyes grew wide, oh please say he didn't..."No," He answered reading my thoughts, "I may have forgotten I was female but I didn't forget it wasn't my body."
It was then that Erestor said something quickly to Glorfindel, it was in Sindarin and was something about 'lying' and 'not male, at least'. I tried to say over and over to myself that it didn't matter, no harm was done, no matter how much I was dreading the next question.
"Go on, what else did /we/ do?"
*
A hellish few hours later and I suddenly knew why Erestor was hiding, calm, must be calm. How could I be calm! I'd wring their necks if I could! I mean, ok, maybe it wasn't that bad, and they could be misremembering things. My friend had said...
Glorfindel clearly hearing what I was thinking and having no remorse whatsoever rather kindly said, "Aye, but your friend was almost as drunk as we were for most of the night."
I growled, "Well lets pray to God that they all were, Glorfindel."
"Have you thought what Nimmir and the others could do?" Erestor asked, obviously trying to distract me from my angry despairing.
"Oh, that, yes, easy, drug Nimmir, build a boat and sail to the undying lands."
"Drug him? With what? Anything like what we had last night?"
"No, just knock him out and try and keep him inside the ship and mostly sedated perhaps, how long is the voyage?"
"Long enough to warrant him eating whilst on the ship."
"Well, maybe not tell him? Or keep him tied up. Maybe he'll warm up to the idea once he's on the ship."
"Have you not considered that the elves may have thought of that idea before now?"
"Yes, and they probably wouldn't do it because he's their prince, right?"
"Yes."
"Well, I think they all want to be reunited with their kin now and it's seemed kinda like he's just being all nitpicky. How about therapy?"
"Therapy? For an elf prince?"
"Yes!" I was rather pleased by my idea, Glorfindel seemed doubtful. Erestor hadn't said a thing. "What do you think, Erestor?"
Erestor thought for a moment before answering, "It might work, although..."
"Although what?"
"Although it might be hard to find a therapist, they cost money."
"Oh! That's the easy part!"
"It is?"
"Yes, my aunt's sister-in-law is a therapist."
"Sara, that seems like a distant relation, not a plan."
"Oh you just watch, she likes me."
"Well, never mind that, we still have to get Nimmir to the therapist, he's near your grandmother and the therapist is..."
"Near Nan, see, very little problem."
Glorfindel sighed, "You do realise any plan that sounds that simple is bound to be long and complex? I mean, think, 'take the ring and throw it in Mt Doom'."
"Come on, how do you propose we go about this?"
*
***INTERLUDE IN VALINOR*** - Several months previously.
"Celebrían, have you seen Glorfindel recently?" Elrond asked across the breakfast table.
"No, not for a good few weeks," Celebrían answered between bites of her food.
"How about Erestor?"
"Nay, I have not seen him either."
"You are not worried about them?"
Celebrían looked up at her husband, oh no, it was happening again. Something regular or easily explainable happened and Elrond started to form the strangest theories as to what had happened. Last time when all the flowers in his garden started to die he was convinced he had done something to displease Yavanna and had spent weeks trying to make it up to her only to find out a certain golden-haired Elda had been urinating on them. Glorfindel had thought it all extremely funny. "They have probably just eloped, they will be back in a few weeks having fallen out, you know them."
"What if something has happened to them? I mean, they could have fallen to their deaths! They could have kill each other! They could be lying in agony hidden away somewhere! They could have displeased the Valar and are being punished! I know Glorfindel was up to something when I last saw him!"
Celebrían rose from across the table and tried to calm Elrond down, "They have probably just gone away for a while, do you honestly think they could have killed each other, or that Glorfindel would be stupid enough to displease a Valar?"
Elrond looked at his wife nervously, of course she was right, Glorfindel would never be stupid enough to displease a Valar, or would he? Elrond was sure Glorfindel's recent pet project had been trying to find a way into Nienna's bed. Oh dear, perhaps he should pay a visit to Nienna, but it was an awful long trip. But then, so was the journey to Mandos' Halls. Maybe just consulting Gil-galad was the easiest option.
"Perhaps you are right," Elrond said and watched as Celebrían visibly relaxed. Taking it as his chance to get away to Gil-galad quickly, "I am just going to visit Gil-galad, I will not be too long." And with that Elrond ex-Lord of Rivendell ran out of the door.
The trip from his own abode to that of Gil-galad's was not long, or strenuous, in fact, if he looked out of any of his eastern facing windows he could see Gil-galad's residence. He knocked at the door and was quickly let in by a small dark haired elfling. Oh great, which relative was visiting /this/ time?
Elrond made his way into the main living chambers and found Gil-galad, sitting rather dejectedly on a chair, surrounded by small dark haired elflings. A few older elflings were sitting opposite, scowling, perhaps this was not the best time to visit. Elrond tried to back out of the door but Gil-galad had already noticed him.
"Elrond!" He shouted, standing up and dropping several children in the process. He swiftly picked them up and dumped them on the older children. He started to stride towards Elrond but stopped half way and turned to look at the older children, "Take care of them, Lord Elrond and I have very important things to discuss which are best not heard by little elfling ears." They rolled their eyes and Gil-galad fled the room dragging Elrond behind him.
They raced into his private chambers and Gil-galad slammed the doors, locked them, and collapsed on his bed. "Elrond, you are my saviour!"
Elrond laughed and took a seat facing the bed. "Gil-galad have you heard of Glorfindel or Erestor recently?"
Gil-galad opened one of his eyes and peered at Elrond from where he lay on the bed, "Nay, I assumed they'd run off."
Elrond sighed, "Celebrían said the exact same thing, but I am not so sure."
Gil-galad sighed, "This isn't like that time when all your flowers died, is it Elrond?"
Elrond narrowed his eyes and glared at the former High King, "Nay, although now you bring that up I am less inclined to find out if anything has happened to that rat."
"When was the last time you saw them, Elrond?"
"Some weeks ago, Glorfindel was sitting next to Mithrandir and they were laughing and making rude gestures." Elrond seemed to think for a moment. "Mithrandir had some plans laid out before him, they looked rather like, let me think, yes, Nienna's house."
Gil-galad groaned. "Any money that rat's gone and displeased Nienna - or her brothers. Typical. Although I'd love to know how Erestor fits into all of this, he's usually more sensible. I wonder what fools are going to have to sort this out."
Now it was Elrond's turn to groan as he realised what Gil-galad was talking about. "I just hoped we get out of this unscathed."
***END OF INTERLUDE IN VALINOR***
Clarenova - ...Nimmir in therapy, although I'm thinking of adding bits with his issues with Legolas and his parents.
Alaina - I'm on under an hour a day net access, ack. Silly ISP.
Clarenova - hehe. I'm trying to think of how to do ...*continued at end of chapter*
littlesaiyangirl - unfortunately this is as soon as I can manage, :) *hehe* I am also unfortunately being distracted by the sequel. drat.
Kat - go, join ILL. hehe :)
UnDeadGoat - I hate it when it won't let me sign in. Oh, Farmer Giles of Ham instead of the Sil? Ow, at least they're both Tolkien, although I have yet to read Farmer Giles of Ham, my nan loves it, (she hijacked it off of me ergo not read it yet) but yeah, love you're loving it :)
Dslguy14 - they'll be here for a while yet, even though the focus may be Nimmir soon.
Ainu Laire - strange enough I've had that argument before with someone. Elves will feature more prom. now. :)
Decisions, decisions, I'm trying to keep this as accurate to real life as possible whilst still making it a story worth reading. This means I've had to deviate a bit so I threw in an interlude in Valinor to set it up for what comes next and also to give me more time to decide what direction to head with it.
And now on we go.
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Drinky Drinky
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All the way back home nothing was in my head but ways for the elves to sail with Nimmir. On the other hand, all that was in Glorfindel's mind were ways to return to his body. I felt oh so loved at that moment, not. Of course there was some entertainment to be provided from Glorfindel's thoughts. Every time he thought about returning home he thought about what he would do first and that brought up all kinds of pleasant memories.
"What is the first thing you will do when we go?" Glorfindel asked me.
I thought for a moment before answering, "I'm not sure, I think the first thing I'll do is cry, because it'll be real sad losing you two."
"You will weep? You will not do things that you could not do since we have arrived?"
"What have I not done since you arrived? You've seen every aspect of my life."
He thought for a moment before saying, "You will have freedom, you will be able to do what you want, when you want with no other people observing or complaining. Have we not been like, how do you say it, 'parental supervision'?"
"Have you been listening to those terrible day time television shows again? Or is it my friends?" And yes, I do have friends, although they may not feature overly much in this tale for that would be far too mundane. It would also be nearly impossible to capture the personalities of my friends without making them entirely unbelievable or having you think me insane. (If you do, indeed, not already think me so).
"You avoid the subject, I admit I am fond of you, although our parting would bring nothing but good things for you. Aye, you may have lost our companionship but friendships between Eldar and Edain are not meant to last, you know this. What would happen to us if you should die? Are you likely to find a mate whilst we are still here? What would happen to us if you did? Besides, you will tire of our company eventually."
"I don't like you insightful," I murmured to Glorfindel, "I much prefer it when you are happy and silly and generally care free. You are being as serious as Erestor."
On cue, Erestor butted in with this comment, "Well then, mayhaps I will have to be as 'carefree' and 'silly' as he usually is, to balance it out!"
I smiled as it was rather out of character for the sedate elf (although I decided his usual attitude was mostly to do with my age), "Then what would you have me do?"
"Do something silly and reckless and Glorfindel like," I could feel him mentally grinning, "go out, get drunk, I believe New Years is almost upon us, is it not a time for drinking amongst your kind?"
"Yes, it is, but technically..." I trailed off, pondering if I should tell them that the age for drinking was a year older than myself. Well, buying drink at least. I had refrained from drinking thinking that they might disapprove at first, that and the tablets the school nurse had me on and then I suppose I had declined to go out with my friends due to Glorfindel and Erestor being around, especially after the gig-lecture. Perhaps it was time for a different approach, now they knew me better, perhaps things could be tried again. "Drinking you say?" Oh why not.
Choices, choices, choices, my house, someone else's house, the park, like I said, choices, choices, choices. Better just wait and see what was going to happen, sure enough, a card game type thing at one of my friends houses. Perfect.
"So tell me, Glorfindel, what type of drink are you most fond of?"
"Well, wine is my preferr-" I made a 'pfft' noise.
"What?" he asked.
"Nothing, Erestor, what's yours?"
"Wine as well," he answered me. Weren't they just ordinary? I mean, I expected something a bit more adventurous, but then I suppose things in Valinor must have been slightly more limiting, and they were Elves.
"Ever tried rum?" I asked, ok, mayhap a silly question. After asking them what type of things that had tried and finding out they had nearly no experience with any mortal drinks I decided that perhaps this evening would be more fun. Especially seeing as all of us had different tolerances, but I suppose mine would be the only one that matter. Hm, this smells like fun.
We met up with my friends and slowly made our way to another friend's house, nice house, quiet area, but for how long? I was trying to be as social as possible whilst taking up a great amount of time explaining to Glorfindel and Erestor what each drink was as I drank it.
Here's what we discovered: Glorfindel seems to like most types of rum, dark rum best of all, rather keen on Malibu as well. Erestor seemed to have a fondness for Vodka, not vodka and coke or anything else, just straight vodka (no dodgy cheap stuff here, we're talking Smirnoff). An elf after my own heart. They didn't seem to like anything fizzy or sparkly, which ruled out beer, fine with me...I suppose, but there was Stella there and it was quite hard to refuse. The fact that we drunk most of our drinks straight probably accounted for why they stayed in our systems so long. Also probably because at some point during the evening Glorfindel or Erestor took control of my body and promptly forgot that they had a lower tolerance. Eugh.
Personally I don't remember much from the night, I remember a walk in the park, I remember loosing my shoe (or at least I think I do), I remember lots of un-coordinated events involving Pringles and someone trying to teach me a game of cards. And weetabix, lots of weetabix. And a delicious smell.
The only reason I'm sure I didn't sleep is because I don't remember waking up, just reality slowly coming back to me. My friend kicked us out of her house at eight am, not that I had that much of a problem with it, I was good enough to get back home, it was just the trains weren't running, that meant all sorts of bad things. No trains means instead of going up to the platform and getting one train that is the only train that passes this station right to the end of its line which happens to be my house I had to change transport a lot. It was a bus which brought the whole issue of deciding which bus and in which direction and in which stop to get off. Then a tube with about three changes. If you know the London Underground system it was from the eastern end of the central line up to the northern most part of the northern line. Eugh.
If only things were as easy as they seemed. I got off the tube twice too early and then three times too late. Then I had to switch on to too many different lines as I somehow ended up in south London. Then there was the walk from the tube station back home. All this time I was convinced I wasn't just hearing Glorfindel and Erestor in my head, but a group of other people as well.
I got home, collapsed into bed and thankfully didn't have to deal with anything until three am the next day, or more precisely when my friend phoned me to tell me what I'd got up to. Apparently Glorfindel had been having fun in my body.
"...so I walk into the room and there you are all over this girl, and I'm like wtf?! That's Sara! I mean, dude, you were like REALLY out of it..."
"..ugh, I don't remember that..."
"Oh yes! And then you decided that a walk in the park would do you good and you were climbing all of the trees singing songs to someone called 'Yvonna'? 'Ivanna'?"
I groaned, "Yavanna?" I asked.
"Yep! That's the one! You were really gone dude, you were spouting nonsense, I mean, it didn't even /sound/ like English..." Oh and I bet it wasn't, Glorfindel! I'm going to kill you!
'It's not my fault!' He protested weekly.
Unfortunately my friend was continuing, "Dude, you shoulda seen, you took your first draw like you've never done it before." Oh no, anything but that, the elves couldn't have, no, wouldn't have gone near...
Oh this was just getting worse, "Tell me," I said to my friend, "did I do anything /really/ bad, like 'oh my God this is going to haunt me for the rest of my life' bad?"
She thought for a moment, "No, not really, never seen the girl you were with before, nor since. Btw, Happy New Year!" And with that she hung up, I believe there was a lecture coming.
"Glorfindel!" I shouted. "Did I at any point relinquish my body to you?"
"Yes..." He answered rather cautiously. "You were giggling and thought it would be rather funny for some reason. The drink clearly affected your mind more than it did us."
Actually, that made a point, where was Erestor, "Erestor?" I asked.
"Oh, don't worry about him, he's feeling rather guilty about the whole thing, I think we had rather a good time, lovely girl, sorry about it being in your body and all..."
That didn't bother me at all, it was more the fact that the girl was a complete stranger. "It's not that that bothers me, Glorfindel. I didn't know her, that's what bothers me."
He groans, "Oh you are more like Erestor than anyone I know! He only sleeps with people he knows as well."
With that last comment my eyes grew wide, oh please say he didn't..."No," He answered reading my thoughts, "I may have forgotten I was female but I didn't forget it wasn't my body."
It was then that Erestor said something quickly to Glorfindel, it was in Sindarin and was something about 'lying' and 'not male, at least'. I tried to say over and over to myself that it didn't matter, no harm was done, no matter how much I was dreading the next question.
"Go on, what else did /we/ do?"
*
A hellish few hours later and I suddenly knew why Erestor was hiding, calm, must be calm. How could I be calm! I'd wring their necks if I could! I mean, ok, maybe it wasn't that bad, and they could be misremembering things. My friend had said...
Glorfindel clearly hearing what I was thinking and having no remorse whatsoever rather kindly said, "Aye, but your friend was almost as drunk as we were for most of the night."
I growled, "Well lets pray to God that they all were, Glorfindel."
"Have you thought what Nimmir and the others could do?" Erestor asked, obviously trying to distract me from my angry despairing.
"Oh, that, yes, easy, drug Nimmir, build a boat and sail to the undying lands."
"Drug him? With what? Anything like what we had last night?"
"No, just knock him out and try and keep him inside the ship and mostly sedated perhaps, how long is the voyage?"
"Long enough to warrant him eating whilst on the ship."
"Well, maybe not tell him? Or keep him tied up. Maybe he'll warm up to the idea once he's on the ship."
"Have you not considered that the elves may have thought of that idea before now?"
"Yes, and they probably wouldn't do it because he's their prince, right?"
"Yes."
"Well, I think they all want to be reunited with their kin now and it's seemed kinda like he's just being all nitpicky. How about therapy?"
"Therapy? For an elf prince?"
"Yes!" I was rather pleased by my idea, Glorfindel seemed doubtful. Erestor hadn't said a thing. "What do you think, Erestor?"
Erestor thought for a moment before answering, "It might work, although..."
"Although what?"
"Although it might be hard to find a therapist, they cost money."
"Oh! That's the easy part!"
"It is?"
"Yes, my aunt's sister-in-law is a therapist."
"Sara, that seems like a distant relation, not a plan."
"Oh you just watch, she likes me."
"Well, never mind that, we still have to get Nimmir to the therapist, he's near your grandmother and the therapist is..."
"Near Nan, see, very little problem."
Glorfindel sighed, "You do realise any plan that sounds that simple is bound to be long and complex? I mean, think, 'take the ring and throw it in Mt Doom'."
"Come on, how do you propose we go about this?"
*
***INTERLUDE IN VALINOR*** - Several months previously.
"Celebrían, have you seen Glorfindel recently?" Elrond asked across the breakfast table.
"No, not for a good few weeks," Celebrían answered between bites of her food.
"How about Erestor?"
"Nay, I have not seen him either."
"You are not worried about them?"
Celebrían looked up at her husband, oh no, it was happening again. Something regular or easily explainable happened and Elrond started to form the strangest theories as to what had happened. Last time when all the flowers in his garden started to die he was convinced he had done something to displease Yavanna and had spent weeks trying to make it up to her only to find out a certain golden-haired Elda had been urinating on them. Glorfindel had thought it all extremely funny. "They have probably just eloped, they will be back in a few weeks having fallen out, you know them."
"What if something has happened to them? I mean, they could have fallen to their deaths! They could have kill each other! They could be lying in agony hidden away somewhere! They could have displeased the Valar and are being punished! I know Glorfindel was up to something when I last saw him!"
Celebrían rose from across the table and tried to calm Elrond down, "They have probably just gone away for a while, do you honestly think they could have killed each other, or that Glorfindel would be stupid enough to displease a Valar?"
Elrond looked at his wife nervously, of course she was right, Glorfindel would never be stupid enough to displease a Valar, or would he? Elrond was sure Glorfindel's recent pet project had been trying to find a way into Nienna's bed. Oh dear, perhaps he should pay a visit to Nienna, but it was an awful long trip. But then, so was the journey to Mandos' Halls. Maybe just consulting Gil-galad was the easiest option.
"Perhaps you are right," Elrond said and watched as Celebrían visibly relaxed. Taking it as his chance to get away to Gil-galad quickly, "I am just going to visit Gil-galad, I will not be too long." And with that Elrond ex-Lord of Rivendell ran out of the door.
The trip from his own abode to that of Gil-galad's was not long, or strenuous, in fact, if he looked out of any of his eastern facing windows he could see Gil-galad's residence. He knocked at the door and was quickly let in by a small dark haired elfling. Oh great, which relative was visiting /this/ time?
Elrond made his way into the main living chambers and found Gil-galad, sitting rather dejectedly on a chair, surrounded by small dark haired elflings. A few older elflings were sitting opposite, scowling, perhaps this was not the best time to visit. Elrond tried to back out of the door but Gil-galad had already noticed him.
"Elrond!" He shouted, standing up and dropping several children in the process. He swiftly picked them up and dumped them on the older children. He started to stride towards Elrond but stopped half way and turned to look at the older children, "Take care of them, Lord Elrond and I have very important things to discuss which are best not heard by little elfling ears." They rolled their eyes and Gil-galad fled the room dragging Elrond behind him.
They raced into his private chambers and Gil-galad slammed the doors, locked them, and collapsed on his bed. "Elrond, you are my saviour!"
Elrond laughed and took a seat facing the bed. "Gil-galad have you heard of Glorfindel or Erestor recently?"
Gil-galad opened one of his eyes and peered at Elrond from where he lay on the bed, "Nay, I assumed they'd run off."
Elrond sighed, "Celebrían said the exact same thing, but I am not so sure."
Gil-galad sighed, "This isn't like that time when all your flowers died, is it Elrond?"
Elrond narrowed his eyes and glared at the former High King, "Nay, although now you bring that up I am less inclined to find out if anything has happened to that rat."
"When was the last time you saw them, Elrond?"
"Some weeks ago, Glorfindel was sitting next to Mithrandir and they were laughing and making rude gestures." Elrond seemed to think for a moment. "Mithrandir had some plans laid out before him, they looked rather like, let me think, yes, Nienna's house."
Gil-galad groaned. "Any money that rat's gone and displeased Nienna - or her brothers. Typical. Although I'd love to know how Erestor fits into all of this, he's usually more sensible. I wonder what fools are going to have to sort this out."
Now it was Elrond's turn to groan as he realised what Gil-galad was talking about. "I just hoped we get out of this unscathed."
***END OF INTERLUDE IN VALINOR***
Clarenova - ...Nimmir in therapy, although I'm thinking of adding bits with his issues with Legolas and his parents.