Others in Finrod's household not exactly thrilled by the Secondborn at first glance. Perhaps Beor might convince them to change their views. I am throwing in some poetry (haiku of course)

Gildor

Year 311

Ada brought home a guest with less hair than a Dwarf but more than an elf. Weird. I thought it was some kind of cross between a Dwarf and an Elf. Not sure of any of our ellyth have a fondness for copious amounts of body hair. Dare not ask. Introduced as Beor. Feeling jealous Ada is ignoring me in favour of his new friend, Secondborn or not. Have not received any summons to report on latest news from outside. Poker night also called off (much to Edrahil's relief, methinks).

I suppose if he is mortal, he will grow old, fat and wrinkly like an old Dwarf and Ada will stop finding him such a novelty. I wonder how long that will take.

Accidents that can befall Beor:

Breaks neck falling from tree.

Drowns falling into the Narog.

Crushed in rockfall (I need to check on ongoing construction in caves).

Year 316

Ugh! These Secondborn are everywhere. Even at the High King's court. Well, it is not all bad. Found some rather comely specimens there. Very obliging too. We spent a very enjoyable afternoon in the guardroom before one of their uncles interrupted our fun. It is only a pity that their looks will not last. Facial hair is something I never found attractive. I do wonder if I could convince the Hadorians to start shaving like some of the other Men I chanced upon. Perhaps I was a little hasty in judging Beor. Ada seems to enjoy his company and kept praising his skillful hands.

Took up Ada's recommendation to have him visit my bedchamber. Never been so pummeled, stretched, and manhandled in my entire life. But it did work out the kinks and knots in my muscles. Beor did inform me that I could keep my loincloth on at the next session. Talk about embarrassing. I do wish Ada will be clearer what he meant by Beor offering him much bodily relief. Chatty like a magpie too, though I could barely understand his tongue and his Quenya is basic.

I do wonder who Ada has in his bed now that we know Beor is not warming it. Or dare we hope that he has finally gone celibate?

Year 355

Edrahil collected on that little bet we made last fall when Beor the Old finally took the Path of Men to regions unknown. I was hoping he will make a full yeni at least. He was fluent in Quenya, until he started losing his teeth and developed an odd lisp. Tried teaching his son Belen the techniques of massage but the lad was a clumsy oaf. Poor Edrahil ended up with pulled tendons. Instead, he educated some of the healers in the city. Kept complaining of pains in his joints not even a skilled masseur could ease and we do believe he was nearly blind towards the end. Ada had to guide him to and from the healing wards.

It was barely a week before Beor was laid in the earth that I have the honour of escorting a pair of Feanorions to the private chambers of my liege. Celegorm promised that if it was a pummeling Finrod needed, it was a pummeling he will get. I believe he has the strength to deliver on his promise but I doubt his finesse. Curufin was holding some rope that I was persuaded to let him keep (thanks to that wicked knife Celegorm was pointing at my throat). I hope we will not regret this in the morning.

Year 380

Once more I end up with a job that makes me feel like fleeing for Balar. Keep an eye on Lord Aegnor. The prince has a temper on him and I know he will not appreciate being spied on when with his lady-love. He does realise she will be grey, wrinkled, and toothless in less than a yeni right? Then she will die and go beyond where the Eldar can venture. I wonder if Ada has enlightened him on that inconvenient fact.

I do wish the prince will either end his fling or wed her properly. This is so awkward…

Perhaps I should while the time away by writing poetry:

Fire burning bright

Fleeting passion too soon past

Grey ashes in hearth

Or perhaps this will be better:

Fair maid under stars

Summer kisses fast fading

Golden prince alone

Author's Notes:

Happy New Year. Hopefully this will be a better year for all.

Gildor's poems are a hint of his feelings about the entire Aegnor-Andreth relationship.