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Chapter 2

Arrival in Valinor

"Glorfindel? Do you see! There's Ada and Nana and Legolas and Daernaneth..."Glorfindel heard Elrohir say.

Elrohir suddenly sobered for a second, "Who is that standing beside Ada?" He asked, curiosity written all over his face.

Glorfindel remembered the many descriptions that had been told of that elf, but none of those did her much justice. He knew who she must be by the way she looked and because she was standing beside Elrond. "That is Elwing, your grandmother."

Elrohir's eyes widened in disbelief. "That is Daernaneth nîn?" He asked.

"Although I have never met her, I am quite sure that it is." Glorfindel replied.

Elrohir just stood there in silent thought, turning over this new bit of information in his head as he studied the elf-maiden that stood beside his ada. 'So that's the elf-maid who save the silmaril.' He thought.

Meanwhile, while Elrohir was lost in thought, Glorfindel was scanning the elves on the shore. Once again he saw Elrond, Celebrian, Erestor, Galadriel, and Legolas. Then, all of a sudden his eyes locked on a small group of elves standing together. His eyes widened as he recognized all of the elves there. They were all elves from Gondolin, and ever one of them had died in that attack. Many of them were fellow warriors that he had become close friends with, others were acquaintances from other parts of the city. One of those elves specifically caught his attention; it was Ecthelion, Lord of the Fountains and Warden of the Great Gate of Gondolin. Glorfindel's eyes lit up at the sight of one of his closest friends, and he smiled.

Elrohir had snapped out of his inattentive state and had curiously watched Glorfindel for the past few minutes. "What are you smiling about?" He asked.

Glorfindel didn't register that Elrohir had spoken to him, so lost in thought was he from seeing his friend.

"Glorfindel?" Elrohir tried, "Are you there? Or has the welcome been so overwhelming that it sent you back to Mandos again?"

Glorfindel started. "What?" He asked, confusion written on his face.

"I asked you what you were smiling about."

"Oh," Glorfindel replied, "do you see that group of elves over there?" He said as he pointed to where the elves were standing by a large boulder.

Elrohir nodded.

"They are elves that resided in Gondolin with me. And do you see the elf standing closest to the water?" He continued.

Again, Elrohir nodded.

"That is Ecthelion."

"The Lord of the Fountain?" Elrohir asked in amazement.

"And a very dear friend of mine." Glorfindel added.

All of a sudden, Elrohir went silent and his expression fell.

Glorfindel watched the young twin worriedly as his expression changed. "Are you all right?" He asked as he put a hand on the twin's shoulder.

"I wish he could have been here, he would have loved this. He always loved hearing about the great warriors of the battles during the ages before us." Elrohir said quietly, his words laced with grief.

Glorfindel put both hands on the young elf's shoulders and looked him in the eyes, his own showing sympathy and caring, before pulling the young elf into his arms.

Elrohir allowed Glorfindel to hold him, he know that he himself needed to be held.

"Every one of those elves in that group, including Ecthelion, died that day." Glorfindel said. "As did I."

"What are you saying?"

"That if they are alive and I am alive, then in time, perhaps Elladan will also be released from Mandos' halls. In fact he may already be in the Halls of Waiting." Glorfindel said. This seemed -- to him -- to cheer the twin up a bit.

Just then they noticed that they had reached the shores of Valinor. As the two stepped off of the ship Glorfindel saw Elrohir unceremoniously sprint towards Elrond and throw himself into his father's arms. Glorfindel followed at a more normal pace to come to stand before Elrohir and Elrond, who had still not released his son as Elrohir would not let him.

"Hannon le, mellon nîn." Elrond said.

"For what?"

"For looking after ion nîn." Came the reply.

"I am sorry that I could not return both of your sons to you." Glorfindel added.

"There is no need to apologize, you did all that you could." Elrond replied reassuringly. "Now stop wasting your time over here, I believe that there are others that you are more eager to speak to." He added, looking over to where Ecthelion and the others stood patiently, Ecthelion watching them with a knowing smile.

Glorfindel, slightly embarrassed, bowed his head in thanks before turning on his heel and running towards his old friend. On arrival, he warmly embraced his dear friend as the gesture was returned.

TBC...

Ada: father

Nana: mother

Daernaneth: gradmother

Daernaneth nîn: my grandmother

Hannon le, mellon nîn: thank you, my friend

Ion nîn: my son

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