A look at our ever-loyal and long-suffering aide to a king.

Edrahil

Year 102

The Valar must hate us, period. Just when my liege got his tower all ready, Lord Ulmo sends him to a cave system to go Dwarf. Minas Tirith was such a nice sturdy tower, with views of the Sirion to die for. Apparently, being located on an island in the middle of a river is not good enough for the Vala. Something about hidden. Surely that does not mean we elves have to go Dwarf. I hope Lord Orodreth likes his new digs, Finrod Felagund's wedding gift to him and his lady. Wished I could stay behind but Orodreth has his own household servants and I need to make sure my liege does not go fully native. Oh, the horror.

Then some youngling pops up, claiming like the other dozen or so that he is of my lord's get. At least this one might just work out as potential heir material. He has some brains, unlike those empty-headed nitwits dumped on our doorstep previously. Too bad about that entire born out of wedlock part, and the unlikelihood of grandchildren from Gildor. I think he might work out with some help. Plus, as his son by blood, it is unlikely Finrod will try talking him between his covers.

Year 116

Gildor Inglorion is without a doubt Finrod Felagund's get. Period. So far like his sire, he has managed to scandalize the city at least once a week with his dalliances. Let us be reminded that the communal baths are communal and no one needs to know what you get up to with some strapping stable-hand in the tack-room. Then there was the time he walked in with an awkward complaint to the healer's, just a month after his sire sought treatment for a similar injury to the nether regions.

At least he inherited his sire's diplomatic tact or picked it up from Finrod, being the only envoy to survive both the Feanorions and the Dwarves in the long run. Mad Maedhros stopped throwing spears at him by his third visit to Himring and the Dwarves were calling him a beardless brother by his second visit to their halls. Other envoys would have made a beeline for Balar long ago. I hope he did not literally offer his ass to the lot. Must keep an eye on Gildor to ensure he does not forget his Elvish ways.

Year 150

My liege going on a camping trip with Celegorm and his little brother. What can possibly go wrong?

In a word – Everything.

I will not put it past that pair to arrange some horrific accident and we will be thankful if we get enough of Finrod Felagund back for a funeral. I will need to talk Gildor out of joining that trip. And did Lord Guilin and his guild have a formal dinner appointment with Finrod this week? It is hell managing his schedule when my liege is liable to ride off at a moment's notice. Must also drop a message to the captain of the guard that his poker night will be off. Perhaps Gildor can cover for the dinner instead.

My lord's schedule (Undated), things to possibly reschedule

Orgilion – Forge inspection, pep talk to new Marchwarden recruits, open new city garden

Oranor – Visit by Orodreth's envoys, report from Gildor on visit to Feanorions, open audience with residents

Orithil – Inspect new city vineyard, planned visit from Maglor (hopefully orcs get him first), poker night

Orgaladhad – Appointment with tailor for new robes, tea with Nargothrond Horticulture Guild

Ormenel – Visiting trade representative from the Longbeards, dinner with Lord Guilin and loremasters

Orbelain - Attend Thanksgiving prayers to the Valar, diplomatic dinner with envoys from Mithrim

Remind F. to postpone tailor's appointment, pep talk and poker night. There is no way Gildor has the gravitas needed for delivering the pep talk. Oh, and keep him away from Maglor Feanorion if that elf makes it to Nargothrond alive.

Author's Notes:

The listing of days in Finrod's schedule is based on the Eldarin 6-day week (Sindarin) as taken from Tolkien Gateway.

Edrahil really does not trust the Feanorions much, does he?