A/N: I will take this time to remind
you guys... This is NOT a Mary-Sue, NOT a romance, NOT a tenth member
of the Fellowship, and does not follow canon and is very AUish. Thanks
for taking note, yeah?
*
Ren nearly ran flat out into Glorfindel as they ran from the sack of the city. Gondolin was lost. Turgon was to perish, proud and unrelenting, in his tower, refusing to abandon his city. Idril cried, finding no comfort in Tuor or Earendil at the loss of her father. Ren clung on to the elf, refusing to let go, as her face was written in panic and fear.
'No! Glorfindel, you can't.'
'I can and I will, Sirithbrethil! These are my people facing death! I will not leave them to torment!'
'You do not know what you face and the doom you inflict!'
'You do not know what stopping me will do!'
Ren stopped short, knowing it would be futile to stop him. She could not change history. The girl let go of the elf's shirt sleeve and shadowed her eyes, speaking softly and solemnly.
'You do not know what you face, Glorfindel, but I will not stop you. Your doom is high, and I cannot stop it. Namarie, until we next meet.'
And Glorfindel was puzzled, but did not speak, only nodding to her, silent and grievous as he walked forward, leading his people. Ren bowed her head and followed, knowing what would happen only too well. She knew to what the heavy footsteps of doom belong to before she saw it. The knew what doom the flames would hold, what terror and fear and grief and death. She watched, drained and saddened, as a flash of gold jumped past her, and closed her eyes as she felt the flame near her, and when she heard the balrog fall. Knowing that Glorfindel fell after it.
Then she opened her eyes.
And gasped.
She was no longer in Gondolin. She was in the...
'BRUINEN?!'
Oh god.
Looking confused for a second, he finally realized that she was near Imladris. She tried to walk forward, but then her leg connected with something that burned her. Yelping, Ren looked down. The something in particular was shiny, brilliant, bright and beautiful. Grabbing the cloak from Gondolin she had been given before she had disappeared and wrapped it around her hand before dipping it into the water and withdrawing a...
'Silmaril?!'
Oh no.
*
Glorfindel looked puzzledly at he river, rubbing his eyes. He was confused when he saw that something was lying, soaked and shouting obscenely at the water, in the middle of the river Bruinen for no reason whatsoever, until rearing Asfaloth up as he reached the bank and jumping lithely off the white horse he finally realized that it was...
'SIRITHBRETHIL!'
*
Ren's head snapped up and stared, partially unable to believe that he was alive.
'Glor?'
Before the poor, unexpecting, enraged elf lord could react to her sudden appearance in the middle of a river, Ren had launched herself onto him, laughing happily.
'GLOR!'
Caught off guard, even Elven senses could not save Glorfindel from the flying human, and he was sent bowling down straight into the water. Groaning, he let his head drop back into the water.
'I thought I got rid of you an age ago!'
But Ren was not listening, instead, she was more on the edge-of-craziness-deliriously-happy kind of state, grinning like a complete idiot but very, very happy.
'You're alive! Alive!'
'I won't be for very longer, nessaer, if you continue insisting on half-drowning, half-crashing me to death. Get off for Elbereth's sake!'
'Ah. Right.'
Ren, dripping wet, still smoky smelling due to the balrog-affair about five minutes her time, about an age ago real time, stood up, smiling sheepishly. Glorfindel stood, looking disgruntled. Laughing uneasily, Ren gathered up her cloak.
'Er, Glor?'
Trying to dry off and snapping, Glorfindel retorted quickly.
'What?'
'You better take a look at this...'
Grabbing the cloak that was offered to him, Glorfindel opened it.
'What could be so important that you can't hold it- Oh, Eru.'
The Silmaril slipped, glistening and warm, into his hand. Glorfindel shoved it back into the depths of the folds of the cloak and shoved it at Ren. The human looked shocked. Glorfindel glared at the cloak.
'Do not bring that jewel to me. I have not the strong will to resist it. Keep it in the cloak; it is cursed.'
Ren nodded, speaking softly.
'Cannot be held by mortal flesh, unbreakable by anything within the confines of Arda. I thought the Silmarilli were lost an age ago, in air, sea and land.'
'You are not alone in your belief, until now. They are better lost than not. The evil of the lands are deeply intertwined with these jewels. They have to be disposed of. But they will have to wait.'
'Why?'
'The Ring.'
'Oh no. Tell me I didn't drop into the period of the Ring?'
'You did. Where did you come from this time? You are wearing exactly the same clothes as the day...'
Glorfindel turned his head away.
'That's because I just came from Gondolin.'
The elf lord's head snapped up.
'What?'
'You, technically, died a few minutes ago.'
Glorfindel physically winced. Ren turned her head from him, berating herself for being so careless with her words.
'I'm sorry...'
Glorfindel shook his head, shaking off the moment of shadow.
'It was not your fault, you could not have prevented what had happened. An age has passed, there is no point in dwelling on it anymore. Come. We must find the hobbits.'
'Oh. With Estel as well?'
Glorfindel looked at her strangely, absently stroking Asfaloth on the muzzle as he did so.
'How did you know Aragorn would be there...?'
'Never mind, Glorfindel, never mind. Come on, let's go. I have a lot of elf annoying to do...'
*
WHERE ARAGORN WAS...
*
'Strider?'
'Yes, Sam?'
'Why are there two humans in my cooking?'
'What..?'
Strider only then noticed the two squabbling humans.
'Get off, Shu!'
'You get off, Nez!'
'Shut up!'
'You shut up!'