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Elrond almost felt faint. A vala and a valië were in his House, of all places they could have chosen to inhibit, his chief advisor was looking dumbstruck, Glorfindel was too busy being manhandled by some screeching creature, Ren was occupied trying to save him, Eärendil was shuffling under Varda's gaze and Celebrían was in the West over in Valinor, too far away to save him, at any rate. Manwë took a step forward, an unreadable but dangerous look on his calm face. Elrond took a step backwards, edging slowly away. Manwë took another step forward. Elrond took another step backwards.
Glor!, he wanted to scream, save me! Mithrandir only sat smiling in the corner, knowing full well that Elrond was having a hard time. How lovely.
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Glorfindel was clearly suffering under the tormenting hands of Ren's insane companion. Yvonne was attacking his hair with the air of a savage predator, his ears looked abused and red, and hope had decided to take a holiday for him. Ren decided it was time for the art of subtle persuasion.
'Y-v-o-n-n-e!'
The shrieking organism in question looked up, a fistful of golden strands in her hands. Glorfindel tensed, hoping that this was the break that he had been waiting for: escape. Ren winced, fingering her own abused locks. She shook her head of the distraction.
'Come here.'
Yvonne cocked her head curiously, wondering what Ren was up to, then scampered over. Ren bent down and whispered something into Yvonne's ear. Glorfindel rubbed his head, grimaced, then got up, shooting a thankful glance in Ren's direction. The human only grinned. Yvonne was a weapon. A very useful weapon.
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The air was just right. A touch of wind, but that did not matter. The target was locked, hair, height, position and all, and the time was perfect. The biological clock ticked, just a little bit more... Now. Yvonne let out a ear piercing screech, and launched off at a gallop. She threw herself at Manwe, latching on to the vala's back with almost deadly precision. She let off a victorious yell as her target buckled at the sudden addition of weight.
'An elllllllfff!!!'
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Manwë gasped aloud in surprise and alarm as some unearthly creature fell upon him, clinging onto his back with what felt like talons. Sharp talons, to be precise, digging into flesh. But they felt a bit blunt? The vala let rational thought abandon him as he felt his balance leave him and came crashing down to the floor, floored by his anonymous attacker. Elrond fled before the vala toppled over him, running to the relatively safe area near Mithrandir and Erestor, the only two who had seemingly stayed out of trouble - and harm -.
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Sara saw Yvonne, and Yvonne saw Sara. Ren saw Big Trouble. The human somehow had an uncanny feeling that Manwë was doomed, and that Namo was going to get a visitor very soon, if the two had their way. Sara took off before anybody could stop her. Manwe distinctly felt the weight on his back get greater. Ren distinctly felt herself get dizzier.
Eru save me.
Eru only laughed to his intangible self. Oh, this was fun!
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Ren walked quickly over to Glorfindel, picking the elf up as quickly as possible. There was another screech as Earendil, who had been edging around the chamber trying to escape Elbereth, tripped over Sara, who tripped over Yvonne, who had already tripped Manwë over. The result was not pretty. On top of Manwë lay two humans, a star and his own wife. Elrond looked dangerously near the point of laughter, an knowing that that would result in a billion things involving death and untimely judgement, Ren snatched hold of the cloak covering the silmarilli and pulled.
Bright, shining light once again filled the chamber. Everyone stopped moving. Ren smirked, then threw the cloak over the three jewels again.
I knew those three jewels had to be useful for something.
'Can we discuss this peacefully?'
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It was thus decided. They would leave Rivendell with the Fellowship of the Ring, yet named a separate group: Govannas-i-Silmarilli, The Fellowship of the Silmarilli. The group would consist of Ren, Diana, Shu Wen, Earendil, Sara, Inez and Yvonne: The seven "sons" of Feanor representatives. Glorfindel, Haldir, Erestor, Galdor, Gildor and Thranduil for the Elves. EarManwë and Varda as representatives for Valinor and peacemakers. Access would be granted for the time being for the humans to cross across to the Blessed Isle in order to make way for the mission. Everything would be carefully printed out and planned for the next few weeks or so, before they set off.
Their path would be simple: Loop from Lothlorien to Mirkwood, then through the Pass of Rohan and to the West.
If only walking the path would be that easy... Already they were quarrelling and they had not even set foot out of Rivendell...
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'I am not going to go near Asfaloth!'
'My horse is not going to kill you, Sirithbrethil.'
'She, he, whatever it, looks dangerous.'
'Asfaloth is about dangerous as I am.'
'Then the animal is clearly rabid.'
'Sirithbrethil.'
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'But I want one of the shiny looking swords too!'
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'Pretty horse...'
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Glorfindel sat in the armoury, sharpening his sword. It had been stolen by Arwen when she had planned to sneak off to the Ford without her father's consent, but Glorfindel had managed to prevent her from committing obvious suicide and had gone off to rescue Aragorn and the Hobbits as planned. Ren was sitting opposite him, looking at the sword dreamily, enamoured by the bright blade and the intricate runes as it ran, up and down, up and down across the grindstone. Deadly, sharp, cold and lethal, beautiful in its own sense, a frozen metal. And the runes, delicate traces and curves, a Tengwar that she could not read -yet-, but Ren knew that she was going to learn. If she did not learn it herself, she was going to force those elves to teach her. So fine, like a tracing of mist and silver flame, brilliant in its own flaring splendour. Such a blade, fitting together with its ivory coloured hilt, traced with the slightest gild of the precious metal mithril, so well shaped and balanced. Only an elf of this age could possess such a fine object, beyond price or description. Pretty! No, Ren was strange indeed: Lusting not after Elves but rather after sharp, pointy objects.
Strange human.
Glorfindel o Gondolin, Laureloth.
The blade sang its own song to her, chanting, twisting Glorfindel of Gondolin, Golden Flower. It whispered around her, telling her, luring her. It was a pull.
Screaming, death, light and shadow, flame and darkness.
Glorfindel o Gondolin, Laureloth...
Wind, cloud, blood and pain, doubt and fear.
Glorfindel o Gondolin, Laureloth...
Relief, tears, high passes and ridges, mountains and rock.
Glorfindel o Gondolin, Laureloth...
Panic and shock, burning and flare, attack and madness.
Glorfindel o Gondolin, Laureloth...
Pain and emptiness, falling and sound, lifeless and dead.
Glorfindel o Gondolin, Laureloth pelitha... ( fade away)
Churning and spinning, dizziness and euphoria, light and wonder. Peace.
Glorfindel.
Confusion and suspicion, wariness and loneliness.
Glorfindel.
Waiting and walking, halls and corridors. Space.
Glorfindel.
Selection and revelation, burden and return.
Glorfindel o...
Understanding and comprehension, acceptance and grace.
Glorfindel o..
Awakening and answering, beckoning and fate.
Glorfindel o Gondolin...
Comprehension and dauntlessness. Resurrected.
Glorfindel o Gondolin, pelitha ananta... (faded but yet)
Receiving and coming, friends and feeling.
Glorfindel o Gondolin, pelitha ananta an i ando o umbar nuquerna... (Faded but yet the gates of doom turn away)
Remembering and sorrow.
Glorfindel apambar (After-death)
Simply and just, only and alone.
Glorfindel o Gondolin vanwa, Glorfindel
ve Glorfindel erdë. (Glorfindel of Gondolin is dead, Glorfindel as
Glorfindel alone.)