Chapter 5
Glorfindel knew that there was something wrong with Elear, no matter what anyone said. He acted too…too perfect. Estel, unlike him was a mixture of mischievousness and honesty. Elear was nothing but honest, so honest that is seemed suspicious. He looked too innocent.
Glorfindel, after years of being a warrior had learned to trust his instincts. The moment he had laid eyes on the one year old child, he felt a chill- that had nothing to do with the weather- crawl up his spine. He had nothing to contribute his suspicions to, as the child had done naught but sit in Elladan's arms. When Elrond had announced he was adopting the child, he had felt a strong urge to protest, but no justification for it.
Later, he found out why he felt the way he did when he saw the child's eyes. Elear's brilliant blue eyes looked dangerous. Dangerous! A mere child of not more than one year old, sent warning bells ringing in Glorfindel's head. He had known from that moment onwards that the boy was different. It was further proved when the boy refused to cry. He would scrunch up his eyes and whimper, but he never cried, like Estel did when he was that age. Everyone, cried. Even elflings. But, the boy did not.
Glorfindel had watched him carefully after that, but he had seen nothing incriminating until the day he saw the boy talking to the snake. There was all the proof he needed. He had run off to Erestor, the one elf he knew would listen logically and analyze the results calmly. He could trust Erestor. Imagine his surprise and shock when Erestor remained skeptical. Of him. Erestor knew that he never lied and never would. Especially if it was about something as significant as this.
It had opened Glorfindel's eyes that day. He was alone in this. No one else would believe him. It was up to him to take care of the Peredhil family. He kept his promise to Erestor and continued watching the boy for more signs, anything to show that he was dangerous. However, as years went by, the boy remained woefully guiltless save for little things, of the likes of which he could do naught but stare.
Once, Glorfindel had even seen a little bird fly straight into the human's hands, when the bird was facing the other way. Unless the bird had learned to fly backwards, Glorfindel did not know what it could be. However, he could never say his suspicions out loud because there was no way to prove it. Glorfindel was sure that no one, not even Lord Elrond, would believe him. Not about his dearest Elear.
Also, even if he did, the boy had Lord Elrond wrapped around his fingers.
One day, he vowed to himself, one day, I'll prove that he is not like any other human. He is not normal.
The tension between the golden-haired warrior and the child was obvious to any, and the boy ceased coming for sword training with Glorfindel, choosing instead to sit in the library and read. Better for him, because he would not have to suffer the boy's presence, thought Glorfindel.
Glorfindel put all of his efforts into training Estel and making sure that he would be ready to face his destiny. The boy, Elear, could wait for now.