How They Met
Disclaimer: See chapter one.
AN: I really have been lazy with updating, Gomen nasi (very sorry). This chapter might have a little more of my OC character Taraqwen, but not sure if I should keep her around many people do not like OCs but I'm going to give her a shot.
Taraqwen means high maiden at least that is what the elvish name maker said.
Thank you to all how reviewed and told me that I didn't make Glorfindel too wise. And not this won't be a child abuse story, but every once in a while a family has it bumps. Makes life interesting. My parent's are divorced trust me, bumps keep things interesting.
Chapter 10: Wake up calls and strange apologizes.
Taraqwen looked down at the blond figure with amused green eyes. It was not often one got to see an elven lord in such a state. Sitting on the dais, arm draped over a chair with rag in hand, the other hand in a pail of water, and his head leaned forward; sleeping like a baby. She had been sent to find and retrieve him for breakfast for Lord Elrond, but upon going to his chambers Taraqwen had to hunt for him. Now she stood over him in the Hall of Fire pondering over how to wake him.
She's already attempted to wake him by shaking his shoulder that proved to be futile. She had already shouted his name very loudly, didn't work.
Taraqwen had a life to live and didn't plan on wasting her whole day waiting for him to wake up. It was her day off, as soon as breakfast was over, and Taraqwen couldn't wait to get out of the House of Elrond and all of the uncomfortable silence and glares that where in it.
The incident the night before and the rumors of him yelling at Lord Elrond put all of the servants on edge. They where not accustomed to having their Lord in such a bad mood. Yet when their lord was in such a grave mood he made King Thranduil's, no correct that, a Balrog's temper look friendly.
Gently lifting his hand out of the pail she dumped the rest of the pails contents on the sleeping elf.
Glorfindel woke up instantly, sputtering and trying to get the water out of his eyes. His blues eyes met the green ones of an elvish maiden who seemed quiet pleased with herself.
"Good morning hir Nin." She said giving him a slight smile. Glorfindel just glared at her for a moment then turned to look at his surroundings. "Where am I?"
"In the Hall of Fire. Though how or why you got here in the middle of the night I do not know. Breakfast is ready for you, please follow me." Taraqwen said turning to leave the Hall.
"And just what of my clothing?"
"You have clean clothing in your room hir nin. You will need to change before breakfast." She spoke as if Glorfindel was nothing more than an elfling three hundred years her junior.
Glorfindel frowned at her tone but followed her nonetheless. Taraqwen waited outside Glorfindel's chambers till he was dressed and ready to go. He wore kaki leggings, a silver tunic with kaki sleeves, and black boots. Taraqwen handed him a brush suggesting that he do something with his hair. Glorfindel brushed the length of it, almost reaching his waist, and braided two strands in elvish fashion that hung by his face.
He stood in front of Taraqwen for inspection. Her green eyes narrowed then she nodded her approval to the Elf lord in front of her. Glorfindel then released the breath he didn't know he'd been holding, and proceeded to follow her down the hall.
On the way to the dinning hall Glorfindel began to wonder how things would be between Elrohir and Lord Elrond. The blonde elf could only hope that whatever would happen would be good.
The dinning hall was unusually quiet and that grated on the kitchen staff's nerves. None of them liked the strained silence but said nothing. Glorfindel was seated to the left of Erestor. Elrond sat at the head of the table, the twins to his right an empty chair to his left Glorfindel assumed was for the Lady of Imladris, and Erestor sat a chair down from that.
Breakfast was most uncomfortable for all. Silence, laced with guilt filled the air so thick Taraqwen wanted to scream. Glorfindel looked up and noticed the elf-maiden standing against the wall, where she had to wait until one of them required something. Looking to the opposite wall Glorfindel saw Mîrelena standing in the same manor.
Glorfindel's gaze wondered back towards the head of the table. There he saw something most odd. Elrohir had ripped a piece of his toast off and placed it on his ada's plate. Elrond glanced down at the offered piece of food for a moment and Glorfindel thought he was going to yell at the boy again. Then Elrond ripped a piece off of his own toast and placed it on Elrohir's plate. Both looked at each other while they ate their offered pieces of toast then went back to eating normally.
Glorfindel noticed that Erestor's posture was not longer ridged and humor came back to his eyes. Elladan smiled and patted his twin on the back. Both Taraqwen and Mîrelena seemed visibly relaxed. Glorfindel was now officially confused. Raising his chalice for more juice Glorfindel decided to find out what was going on.
Like clock work Taraqwen came over and refilled the blond Elf Lord's chalice. As she did so he whispered.
"What was that about?"
" That." Taraqwen whispered back smiling. "Was an apology. Seems you need to be educated in the ways of Imladris, hir nin." Then she bowed and took her spot back against the wall.
The rest of breakfast got better as Elladan began to tell his father how they first met him. Elladan was very animated as he spoke about Elrohir and himself, the arrow, and threatening to shoot Glorfindel. Elrond from all of this quiet amusing and laughed out loud.
A great, and happy cry came from every servant in the House. Their lord's good mood was back. And their lord's mood became every better as he saw a half asleep half wake pair of Lorien escorts wander into the dining hall, it was evident they consumed far too much wine the night before.
"Are you sure this is the stables Nimorn?" Dúmenel said swaying from side to side.
"Of course!" Nimorn's speech was slurred.
"Wow!" Dúmenel laughed and stomped his feet on the floor. "Elrond put marble floors in the stables." Then he promptly fell on the floor. All sober elves in the room watched this banter with great amusement.
"Maybe we should tell the Lady about marble floors. I think out stable master would like that."
Then end of Chapter 11
hehehe aren't I evil to poor Dúmenel and Nimorn? So what did you peeps think of Taraqwen? Keep her? Ditch her? Pretend she never existed?
Disclaimer: See chapter one.
AN: I really have been lazy with updating, Gomen nasi (very sorry). This chapter might have a little more of my OC character Taraqwen, but not sure if I should keep her around many people do not like OCs but I'm going to give her a shot.
Taraqwen means high maiden at least that is what the elvish name maker said.
Thank you to all how reviewed and told me that I didn't make Glorfindel too wise. And not this won't be a child abuse story, but every once in a while a family has it bumps. Makes life interesting. My parent's are divorced trust me, bumps keep things interesting.
Chapter 10: Wake up calls and strange apologizes.
Taraqwen looked down at the blond figure with amused green eyes. It was not often one got to see an elven lord in such a state. Sitting on the dais, arm draped over a chair with rag in hand, the other hand in a pail of water, and his head leaned forward; sleeping like a baby. She had been sent to find and retrieve him for breakfast for Lord Elrond, but upon going to his chambers Taraqwen had to hunt for him. Now she stood over him in the Hall of Fire pondering over how to wake him.
She's already attempted to wake him by shaking his shoulder that proved to be futile. She had already shouted his name very loudly, didn't work.
Taraqwen had a life to live and didn't plan on wasting her whole day waiting for him to wake up. It was her day off, as soon as breakfast was over, and Taraqwen couldn't wait to get out of the House of Elrond and all of the uncomfortable silence and glares that where in it.
The incident the night before and the rumors of him yelling at Lord Elrond put all of the servants on edge. They where not accustomed to having their Lord in such a bad mood. Yet when their lord was in such a grave mood he made King Thranduil's, no correct that, a Balrog's temper look friendly.
Gently lifting his hand out of the pail she dumped the rest of the pails contents on the sleeping elf.
Glorfindel woke up instantly, sputtering and trying to get the water out of his eyes. His blues eyes met the green ones of an elvish maiden who seemed quiet pleased with herself.
"Good morning hir Nin." She said giving him a slight smile. Glorfindel just glared at her for a moment then turned to look at his surroundings. "Where am I?"
"In the Hall of Fire. Though how or why you got here in the middle of the night I do not know. Breakfast is ready for you, please follow me." Taraqwen said turning to leave the Hall.
"And just what of my clothing?"
"You have clean clothing in your room hir nin. You will need to change before breakfast." She spoke as if Glorfindel was nothing more than an elfling three hundred years her junior.
Glorfindel frowned at her tone but followed her nonetheless. Taraqwen waited outside Glorfindel's chambers till he was dressed and ready to go. He wore kaki leggings, a silver tunic with kaki sleeves, and black boots. Taraqwen handed him a brush suggesting that he do something with his hair. Glorfindel brushed the length of it, almost reaching his waist, and braided two strands in elvish fashion that hung by his face.
He stood in front of Taraqwen for inspection. Her green eyes narrowed then she nodded her approval to the Elf lord in front of her. Glorfindel then released the breath he didn't know he'd been holding, and proceeded to follow her down the hall.
On the way to the dinning hall Glorfindel began to wonder how things would be between Elrohir and Lord Elrond. The blonde elf could only hope that whatever would happen would be good.
The dinning hall was unusually quiet and that grated on the kitchen staff's nerves. None of them liked the strained silence but said nothing. Glorfindel was seated to the left of Erestor. Elrond sat at the head of the table, the twins to his right an empty chair to his left Glorfindel assumed was for the Lady of Imladris, and Erestor sat a chair down from that.
Breakfast was most uncomfortable for all. Silence, laced with guilt filled the air so thick Taraqwen wanted to scream. Glorfindel looked up and noticed the elf-maiden standing against the wall, where she had to wait until one of them required something. Looking to the opposite wall Glorfindel saw Mîrelena standing in the same manor.
Glorfindel's gaze wondered back towards the head of the table. There he saw something most odd. Elrohir had ripped a piece of his toast off and placed it on his ada's plate. Elrond glanced down at the offered piece of food for a moment and Glorfindel thought he was going to yell at the boy again. Then Elrond ripped a piece off of his own toast and placed it on Elrohir's plate. Both looked at each other while they ate their offered pieces of toast then went back to eating normally.
Glorfindel noticed that Erestor's posture was not longer ridged and humor came back to his eyes. Elladan smiled and patted his twin on the back. Both Taraqwen and Mîrelena seemed visibly relaxed. Glorfindel was now officially confused. Raising his chalice for more juice Glorfindel decided to find out what was going on.
Like clock work Taraqwen came over and refilled the blond Elf Lord's chalice. As she did so he whispered.
"What was that about?"
" That." Taraqwen whispered back smiling. "Was an apology. Seems you need to be educated in the ways of Imladris, hir nin." Then she bowed and took her spot back against the wall.
The rest of breakfast got better as Elladan began to tell his father how they first met him. Elladan was very animated as he spoke about Elrohir and himself, the arrow, and threatening to shoot Glorfindel. Elrond from all of this quiet amusing and laughed out loud.
A great, and happy cry came from every servant in the House. Their lord's good mood was back. And their lord's mood became every better as he saw a half asleep half wake pair of Lorien escorts wander into the dining hall, it was evident they consumed far too much wine the night before.
"Are you sure this is the stables Nimorn?" Dúmenel said swaying from side to side.
"Of course!" Nimorn's speech was slurred.
"Wow!" Dúmenel laughed and stomped his feet on the floor. "Elrond put marble floors in the stables." Then he promptly fell on the floor. All sober elves in the room watched this banter with great amusement.
"Maybe we should tell the Lady about marble floors. I think out stable master would like that."
Then end of Chapter 11
hehehe aren't I evil to poor Dúmenel and Nimorn? So what did you peeps think of Taraqwen? Keep her? Ditch her? Pretend she never existed?