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Chapter 8: Worry (Such An All Encompassing Emotion)

Glorfindel was as close to being in a panic as a balrog-slayer could be.

Throughout the formal greeting of the Lord and Lady of the Wood he had been uneasy, unsure whether Lady Galadriel would speak to him personally. He could not help feeling the tiniest bit relieved when she made no sign of wishing to do so. He felt he could not take any more of her feminine advice about this…this…problem? Too small of a word…

Having been shown his suite in the guest flets, he was unsure as what to do. That decision was taken from him when there came an abrupt and decisive knock upon his door.

While Glorfindel was letting Haldir in the room, he felt aware of a feeling that he had not felt in a very long time. It was something akin to guilt and shame - all those feelings one has when caught out doing something reprehensible…

Seeing Haldir, Idril's brother, who had been Glorfindel's friend before he had even met Idril, was somewhat of a blow.

Haldir, somehow having an understanding about the feelings Glorfindel was presently suffering, had decided to attempt to put the elder ellon at ease as soon as possible.

Unable to sit, Glorfindel paced uncomfortably as Haldir stood before the window, looking out, waiting for Glorfindel to calm. Realising that he would not, he turned, and going to Glorfindel he laid a heavy hand on his arm, and in a few stern words, told him to sit down and stop acting like a fool.

This method of approach surprised Glorfindel out of his state of panic and worry, and he shook his head sheepishly and apologised as he sat down.

'Do not worry, my friend. I understand what you must be feeling now.'

'You do?' Glorfindel rejoined dubiously.

'I believe so. However, Glorfindel, be not worried that either I or my brothers hold you in any resentment. Have you forgotten that you asked the Lady Galadriel to inform us of your real reasons of leaving?'

'I…yes…I know…But…in seeing you…'

'Calm yourself, friend. This is unlike you!'

Glorfindel sighed and placed his head in his hands, and spoke through them.

'You have no idea, Haldir! I thought just spending this century away from her was bad enough - but now…coming back with the hope of marrying her but realising the amount of explaining I shall have to do before I even hope to win her love! How she must hate me, Haldir!'

Never had Glorfindel seemed so vulnerable to the March Warden. The reborn balrog-slayer had always exuded a wondrous air of calmness, assuredness and confidence. His superior years had caused many mature-aged elves feel young and immature, but now, by one small elleth, this had all came crashing down.

Haldir, sitting next to the distraught ellon, put a hand on his shoulder and spoke to the hidden face.

'She does not hate you Glorfindel. She is hurt, resentful, but mostly confused.'

Glorfindel lifted his head, the faintest light of hope shining on his face.

'Truly? Do I have a chance then? If I go to her…explain that it was my feelings of guilt about leading her into an unbreakable bond merely two years after she came into her majority that made me flee back to Rivendell. If I point out to her that it was impossible for me to marry her under those circumstances…'

Interrupting these plans, Haldir brought his sister's suitor's attention back to himself.

'Yes, Glorfindel, you do have a chance. I believe we all knew that at the time, your love for Idril was not reciprocated in the same manner. I do not know whether she loves you know - but I do know that you have more chance than any other ellon on Arda of winning her love. You are on her mind too much, you see.'

Haldir smiled to see the slight smile of delight turn up on Glorfindel's face.

The sooner this pair reunites the better, thought Haldir. Such a pair they had always been…he mused upon the two years after that Masquerade Ball on Rilla's coming of age…

How fun…yes fun! And interesting it had all been…And eventful…particularly for himself…

Yes I know it's short but there are two more coming momentarily!

Varne