How They Met
An: ......I really am lazy. But then again writing about two "dignified" elves fighting is kinda hard.
Elrond: Why did you put quotation marks around word dignified?
Chapter 10: His Name Should Be Glorfindel The Wise!
Elrond began mixing different herbs from different vials, completely oblivious to the fact that there was another in the room. Glorfindel cleared his throat, which got the attention of the dark haired elf. Elrond opened his mouth to say something but Glorfindel raised his left hand and from the look in his eyes he dared Elrond to speak promising swift pain for it if he did.
"I seem to have gotten lost." The golden haired elf began. " You see I was to go to Imladris to teach the sons of Elrond but it seems that I have ended up in Mirkwood, King Thranduil." At this he gave Elrond a pointed look.
Elrond's jaw dropped. " How dare you! First you enter my chambers without permission, and then you insult me. You seem to forget your place Lord Glorfindel. You are here to be a teacher to my sons-"
"And a advisor to you as the Lady commanded." Glorfindel finished," And I intent to do my job."
"Be that as it may you have no right to enter my chamber or insult me."
" Well if you do not wish for me to compare the way you treated Elrohir tonight to the way Thranduil occasionally treats Prince Legolas I suggest you punish your son in private instead of making him a spectacle."
Elrond stood still, fuming. " And just what do you mean by that?"
" I know that you are Halfelven but I doubt that you have a poor memory." Glorfindel said taking the bowl of mixed herbs and grinding them to a paste with the stone spoon. " You yelled at him in front of all Imladris. He is embarrassed, mortified, and Elladan had to escort him to his room.the boy was in tears. I at least commend him for admitting that he had done wrong. It takes a person of strong character to admit their faults."
Elrond paused for a moment. " He was crying?" His steely grey eyes softening, and the burning itching momentarily forgotten.
"Yes." Glorfindel said, rolling back Elrond's sleeves smearing the paste on his red itching skin. " I know your sons pull pranks and do things that displease you.but you are lucky to have them." Glorfindel said and began to put the paste on the other arm. " I am old Elrond, I'm old enough to be your great-great-great Grandfather and yet all my life the Valar have never blessed me with a family of my own. Your family is a blessing Elrond, don't give your children a reason to not be able to trust your, or to confine in you when they have done wrong. I have seen things like this happen in families of various races, then when something goes horribly wrong the child will refuse to inform the parents because they have no trust in them or are afraid of them."
Elrond was just silent as all of this sunk in. He'd made Elrohir cry, children afraid to confine in parents, lose of trust.all these things went around in Elrond's mind.
Glorfindel put the bowl of paste back on the table. " You will have to tend to the rest of your ailment. " Glorfindel then walked to the door. " Good night." And he left Elrond with his thoughts. Elrond just sat there letting his behavior earlier replay in his head, and all of what Glorfindel said play along with it. This only succeeded in giving Elrond and sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach.
It was late, yet Glorfindel felt that he could not rest, so instead he settled for a walk around the gardens. He admired all of the flowers from the roses to the orchids. Honey suckles to Blue Bonnets (An: I'm a native Texan! Hehe the flower of my birth state!). The Lady Celebrian had indeed selected wonderful plants.
As he turned to return to his chambers Glorfindel notice that a small light was coming from the Hall of Fire. It was very, very dim and seemed to be the glow of one candle. Curiosity getting the best of him he preceded to the hall. Looking in through the large arched windows Glorfindel saw Elrohir, with a pail of water and a rag. It seemed like he was trying to scrub the seat cushion clean. His pale face was tearing stained and his knuckles chalk white from the force of scrubbing the velvet cushion.
" Master Elrohir. " Glorfindel said softly and he heard the youth gasp, and blow out the candle. In the pale moonlight he could see Elrohir scrambling to hide behind the chairs on the dais. Glorfindel entered the Hall of Fire.
Elrohir brought his knees to his chest, crouching down he hoped that Glorfindel would not see him. He was still very embarrassed and the elven lord that he had tried to prank was the last person he wanted to see. Elrohir held his breath of the clicking of Glorfindel's boots on the marble floor of the Hall got louder. When the clicking stopped Elrohir looked to his left and saw Glorfindel sitting in his chair from earlier that night.
Glorfindel turned and looked behind Elrond's chair at Elrohir. "I'm not mad at you."
Elrohir was shocked at this." Why not?"
" You where jealous.. everyone get's jealous now and then. Feelings for a she-elf can make on do very odd things." Glorfindel laughed, remembering a few incidents from his childhood.
" I know. "Elrohir said then looked back at his rag and pail. Glorfindel saw this.
"Why where you scrubbing the chair?"
"Because I messed it up."
"And why else?"
Elrohir squirmed in his sitting position. " So.maybe.Ada wouldn't be as mad at me."
Glorfindel nodded and took up the rag. "Go to sleep Elrohir. I will clean the chair."
Elrohir stared at Glorfindel with uncertainty. "Why would you do that?"
"Because one you need your sleep, I don't think the cook would like you falling asleep in your breakfast. Two, I want to help you. And three I can't sleep myself."
Elrohir nodded and headed off to his room. Glorfindel then got to work; attempting to scrub out the stain the powder had left.
End of Chapter 10
............... Does anyone think I made Glorfindel too wise?
I base the Thranduil yelling at Legolas thing from all of the other fan fics I've read saying he yells at Legolas * pulls out a list of three hundred of those fics* see it's right here ^.^
An: ......I really am lazy. But then again writing about two "dignified" elves fighting is kinda hard.
Elrond: Why did you put quotation marks around word dignified?
Chapter 10: His Name Should Be Glorfindel The Wise!
Elrond began mixing different herbs from different vials, completely oblivious to the fact that there was another in the room. Glorfindel cleared his throat, which got the attention of the dark haired elf. Elrond opened his mouth to say something but Glorfindel raised his left hand and from the look in his eyes he dared Elrond to speak promising swift pain for it if he did.
"I seem to have gotten lost." The golden haired elf began. " You see I was to go to Imladris to teach the sons of Elrond but it seems that I have ended up in Mirkwood, King Thranduil." At this he gave Elrond a pointed look.
Elrond's jaw dropped. " How dare you! First you enter my chambers without permission, and then you insult me. You seem to forget your place Lord Glorfindel. You are here to be a teacher to my sons-"
"And a advisor to you as the Lady commanded." Glorfindel finished," And I intent to do my job."
"Be that as it may you have no right to enter my chamber or insult me."
" Well if you do not wish for me to compare the way you treated Elrohir tonight to the way Thranduil occasionally treats Prince Legolas I suggest you punish your son in private instead of making him a spectacle."
Elrond stood still, fuming. " And just what do you mean by that?"
" I know that you are Halfelven but I doubt that you have a poor memory." Glorfindel said taking the bowl of mixed herbs and grinding them to a paste with the stone spoon. " You yelled at him in front of all Imladris. He is embarrassed, mortified, and Elladan had to escort him to his room.the boy was in tears. I at least commend him for admitting that he had done wrong. It takes a person of strong character to admit their faults."
Elrond paused for a moment. " He was crying?" His steely grey eyes softening, and the burning itching momentarily forgotten.
"Yes." Glorfindel said, rolling back Elrond's sleeves smearing the paste on his red itching skin. " I know your sons pull pranks and do things that displease you.but you are lucky to have them." Glorfindel said and began to put the paste on the other arm. " I am old Elrond, I'm old enough to be your great-great-great Grandfather and yet all my life the Valar have never blessed me with a family of my own. Your family is a blessing Elrond, don't give your children a reason to not be able to trust your, or to confine in you when they have done wrong. I have seen things like this happen in families of various races, then when something goes horribly wrong the child will refuse to inform the parents because they have no trust in them or are afraid of them."
Elrond was just silent as all of this sunk in. He'd made Elrohir cry, children afraid to confine in parents, lose of trust.all these things went around in Elrond's mind.
Glorfindel put the bowl of paste back on the table. " You will have to tend to the rest of your ailment. " Glorfindel then walked to the door. " Good night." And he left Elrond with his thoughts. Elrond just sat there letting his behavior earlier replay in his head, and all of what Glorfindel said play along with it. This only succeeded in giving Elrond and sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach.
It was late, yet Glorfindel felt that he could not rest, so instead he settled for a walk around the gardens. He admired all of the flowers from the roses to the orchids. Honey suckles to Blue Bonnets (An: I'm a native Texan! Hehe the flower of my birth state!). The Lady Celebrian had indeed selected wonderful plants.
As he turned to return to his chambers Glorfindel notice that a small light was coming from the Hall of Fire. It was very, very dim and seemed to be the glow of one candle. Curiosity getting the best of him he preceded to the hall. Looking in through the large arched windows Glorfindel saw Elrohir, with a pail of water and a rag. It seemed like he was trying to scrub the seat cushion clean. His pale face was tearing stained and his knuckles chalk white from the force of scrubbing the velvet cushion.
" Master Elrohir. " Glorfindel said softly and he heard the youth gasp, and blow out the candle. In the pale moonlight he could see Elrohir scrambling to hide behind the chairs on the dais. Glorfindel entered the Hall of Fire.
Elrohir brought his knees to his chest, crouching down he hoped that Glorfindel would not see him. He was still very embarrassed and the elven lord that he had tried to prank was the last person he wanted to see. Elrohir held his breath of the clicking of Glorfindel's boots on the marble floor of the Hall got louder. When the clicking stopped Elrohir looked to his left and saw Glorfindel sitting in his chair from earlier that night.
Glorfindel turned and looked behind Elrond's chair at Elrohir. "I'm not mad at you."
Elrohir was shocked at this." Why not?"
" You where jealous.. everyone get's jealous now and then. Feelings for a she-elf can make on do very odd things." Glorfindel laughed, remembering a few incidents from his childhood.
" I know. "Elrohir said then looked back at his rag and pail. Glorfindel saw this.
"Why where you scrubbing the chair?"
"Because I messed it up."
"And why else?"
Elrohir squirmed in his sitting position. " So.maybe.Ada wouldn't be as mad at me."
Glorfindel nodded and took up the rag. "Go to sleep Elrohir. I will clean the chair."
Elrohir stared at Glorfindel with uncertainty. "Why would you do that?"
"Because one you need your sleep, I don't think the cook would like you falling asleep in your breakfast. Two, I want to help you. And three I can't sleep myself."
Elrohir nodded and headed off to his room. Glorfindel then got to work; attempting to scrub out the stain the powder had left.
End of Chapter 10
............... Does anyone think I made Glorfindel too wise?
I base the Thranduil yelling at Legolas thing from all of the other fan fics I've read saying he yells at Legolas * pulls out a list of three hundred of those fics* see it's right here ^.^