Author's Note:

I did not think I needed to repeat myself, but some PMs have forced me to. Please note that I do NOT write slash in whatever form. When giving me suggestions, please recognize this small preference of mine.

Gondolin,

First Age,

"Glorfindel? Are you awake?"

"No."

Ecthelion sighed. Both of them lay stretched on their backs far from the palace, facing the sky above them. Here the only light came from the stars shining above, raining silver light on both of them, the grass taking on a silvery-white hue.

"What think you of the stars?"

Silence.

"It is said our fathers awoke to the stars, and admired the beauty of it, and its reflection in the lake-water."

"Go to sleep, Ecthelion." The powerfully-built Ellon said, rolling to his side and facing Ecthelion, his golden hair streaming behind him.

"Are these truly the adornments of beauty from Varda in the sky, like lanterns lighting a dark hall?"

He met with more silence. Glorfindel said nothing, enjoying the cool frigid mountain air, and the scent of fresh grass beneath him, with the crickets singing their nightly song.

"Or perhaps these are more than just lights? What if the Valar use them to cast light on all darkness or perhaps to espy others?"

"Ecthelion-"

"Nay, really, it is something to wonder upon."

Ecthelion gave a surprised gasp as a great cloak settled upon him. Fumbling he pulled Glorfindel's cloak off of his figure and sitting up he glared at the chuckling Vanya lying beside him, eyes still closed in a feeble attempt in getting some rest.

"Is this why you are outside, my friend? Did your lady wife banish you from the bedchamber when you came upon your poetic mood?"

"I hardly think that is related." Ecthelion answered, disgruntled as he lay back. Taking advantage of the cloak, he settled it upon himself, enjoying the warmth that Glorfindel had given up. "Tell me still; what do you think of the light of the stars?"

Glorfindel sighed and opened his eyes to meet Ecthelion's grey ones.

"Whether in the light of the stars or in the light of the sun," he said. "One will always walk in darkness as long as he befriends it. To walk in the light, one must leave the dark." With that, Glorfindel closed his eyes and relaxed for some much needed rest.

"You are more poetic than I am." Ecthelion said after a pause. Glorfindel smiled a little as sleep began to overtake him.

"Hush."

oOo

Imladris,

Third Age,

Two identical elflings sat beside Glorfindel as he listed the stories of Gondolin. Paintings set in glass for preservation were littered about them, some of Glorfindel's most prized possessions.

"Who is this one?" Elrohir asked, holding up a painting of a young Ellon, eyes closed and lips curled into a small smile as he sat on the edge of a fountain, garbed in silver, blue and grey. A white flute lay across his lap, the water drops from the fountain splashing against the side of the face turned towards the fountain.

"Ecthelion of the Fountain," Glorfindel said. "He was younger than I, but well-known to liven up any feast or part with his presence. It is said that he was tutored in playing the flute by Lord Maglor himself." In Elrond's house, the Fëanorians were called Lords, especially Elrond's foster-fathers.

"What was he like?" Elladan asked.

"He loved philosophy and meditation, of all things. He was a dear friend of me but alas! When I was reborn, he had yet to be. I have not yet met him after the burning of Gondolin." Glorfindel fell silent, gazing out the window as the gentle patter of rain upon the window-glass filled the air. Finally he roused himself.

"That is enough for now. I think you have learned enough of Gondolin to write your assignments to give to Erestor later. Go along, children!"

Author's Note:

So. Very. Behind. In. Reviewing but thank you sooooooooooo much for your reviews! I am sorry. It is just that I haven't been feeling well recently and with it, life is pretty insane! Enjoy this little snippet though!

Also keep the suggestions coming! I make a list of all the characters and write whichever one strikes an inspiration into me. This one was PMed to me by one of the readers who wanted to see a little bit of Glorfindel and Ecthelion (though they were mentioned separately, I decided to place them together.)