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A/N: Okay, to all my friends, I'm open to any suggestions on who will be going on the Fellowship of the Silmarilli (what, all of us?), just bonk me on the read in school or something. Anyway, the plot from hereon will be revealed, more or less... But this chapter is all filler!
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Glorfindel did not start as he felt Varda enter his conscience, her gentle but firm voice filling his mind.
Glorfindel...
My lady.
So our efforts have not been in vain? You have indeed returned to do as you were bid.
So I have.
There was a pause as Varda considered Glorfindel's unusual curtness.
She will change things. She must change things.
To all ends I cannot see.
It has been said, told, foretold. You know -you knew-.
It haunts me still.
You cannot change the past.
But the past can change me.
It has, laure-ohtar [gold warrior], it has, but *you* are letting it change you again. Why do you let these memories haunt you, like they had, like they have, like they *will*?
I lost everything, everyone. Do you not see, my lady? Time should have healed me, -it did-, and now she comes back to us -back to me-, and everything I know is changed. Memories return - far too fresh for my liking. She...
Why do you hide from a past; *your* past?
It burns too much.
Shadow and flame... and darkness. Is that all that you fear?
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Glorfindel felt his brow furrow slightly
as Varda left him. He felt more than saw Ren about to shift and catch her
friend from doing anything rash, but his hand managed to stay her first.
The human shot him a look that clearly displayed that Yvonne meant trouble,
quite literally. Glorfindel only pulled her back.
Yvonne was slightly confused. Was
this the place with the elves with long pointy ears that Ren kept on talking
about? Was that not Ren next to an... elf! Yvonne broke out in a grin and
ran forward, ignoring the fact that she had just flattened two important
looking people with long hair and squealed. The attack was afoot, as she
grabbed those pointed ears. She pulled.
Glorfindel almost yelped out in surprise as the one called "Yvonne", a rather rabid looking creature with two plaits launched herself at him and yanked on his ears rather forcefully, screeching something about "long pointy" at Ren. The other human had a look of long suffering imprinted on her face as she watched the elf getting tortured by her friend. Yvonne abruptly stopped, hopping off the startled Glorfindel and started laughing at her and pointing.
'BANG!'
Ren rolled her eyes. Yvonne and her had this crazy game of "shooting" each other, but now really was not the time for it. She sent Yvonne a warning look, but as usual Yvonne did not listen, and Ren did not bother to argue with her, as she kept her face buried in her hands. To be truthful, Glorfindel did not blame her. He was doing the same.
But by the Valar, his ears hurt.
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Ren watched in numb horror as Manwe and Varda picked themselves up, looking slightly miffed but not overly surprised. Was this all planned? The human decided she did not was to know. Deciding it was time she stood up, Ren rose then collapsed back into her chair as her shaky legs refused to cooperate. Glorfindel too rose up after her, and soon the rest of the council room was more or less in some form of order. Elrond tentatively stood forward, bowing his head.
'Manwe Sulimo a Varda Elentari, mae govannen. Nin essë Elrond Peredhil, sinome Imladris, nin már.' [Manwe and Varda, well met. My name is Elrond Half-Elven, this is Imladris, my home.]
Manwe shook his head in mirth as his soft laughter echoed around, causing nature to herald him once again. It was, Ren decided, quite disconcerting to have birds in the branches burst out in song and the sun shine brighter every time one laughed. One of the quirks of power, she supposed.
'There is no need for such formalities, Earendillion.'
Elrond bowed in respect.
'But concerning the Silmarilli...'
Uh oh.