Warning: This chapter contains serious OOCness…but then, isn't that in every chapter? And if you haven't read the Silmarillion, it probably won't make sense either…but then, do any of the chapters?
"Aha!" said Glorfindel immediately upon coming out of the portal. It had vanished behind him and his sword fell creepily silent. "I knew it was you!"
"Yes, yes, whatever," said the person in black, also known as Mandos, Námo, the Vala of the Dead, the creepiest Ainur, etc, etc, etc. In any case, he was the one who had brought Glorfindel to this place.
"What a depressing place," Glorfindel commented, looking around. There were a bunch of people walking around staring at the floor, with very glum expressions on their face. It was very dark. And gloomy. It was definitely gloomy.
"Yes! I know!" Námo clutched at his hair. "It's so horrible! They're all…they're all boring! And glum! And gloomy!"
"I can see that." Glorfindel looked around again, then his face suddenly lit up. "Oh! You want me to go hug everyone and cheer them up!"
"Finally you got it," the Vala said.
"It's going to take a while," Glorfindel commented, looking around at the endlessness of the Halls.
"Oh, time is different here."
"Excellent!" Glorfindel didn't actually need any convincing to hug anyone. He clapped happily. "I'll start with you!"
Námo's eyes widened. "I don't – szlh efsdflhwef kjehf?SEDF!"
Glorfindel hugged him comfortingly and patted his head. Finally he stepped back. "There you go, all better!"
Námo just stared for a long moment, then felt something different. He looked down and noticed something odd. His clothes were glittery and flashing and neon orange and green and pink!
Glorfindel smiled.
Námo screamed. Then he started bouncing around happily. "I feel alive!" he shrieked, then dashed away and vanished somewhere.
Glorfindel sighed delightedly and then he saw someone a few yards away, sitting on a stool and doodling with fabric. "That's cool," he said, looking over the woman's shoulder.
"Indeed," she said, her fingers moving over something that looked suspiciously like an image of Erestor tripping over a cat and the twins cackling in the background. Then she glanced up at Glorfindel. "And thank you so much for causing my dear husband to go utterly crazy with happiness."
"It was my pleasure," Glorfindel said, and hugged her, then bounced away to hug more people.
He hugged all sorts of elves, blond and blonde-haired, brunet and brunette-haired, black and brown-haired, and red and silver-haired. Naturally, being all ghosts, it was rather awkward, but still super fun!
Then, after what seemed to be an infinite amount of amazing time hugging the randomest people, Glorfindel saw someone he recognized.
"Fëanor!" he said in delight, and hugged the elf that was sitting depressedly in a corner. "How are you doing?"
"I'm dead," Fëanor said, glaring at him.
"Oh, pff." Glorfindel waved his hand. "It could be worse."
"HOW COULD THIS GET ANY WORSE?!" Fëanor screamed.
Glorfindel didn't answer, just hugged him again. "There, there," he soothed. "It'll be okay."
Fëanor started sobbing, then hugged Glorfindel back. After a minute, Fëanor suddenly stood up and stomped fiercely on Glorfindel's toes, then ran away.
"Ow," said Glorfindel, and looked for someone else to hug. It was really easy, since there were people pretty much everywhere. He saw someone else he recognized, and quickly hurried to give them a hug too. He got many strange looks from other people, but he ignored them.
The person he was hugging, however, practically passed out. "Why are you hugging me?" he squeaked.
"I don't know," Glorfindel said. "Maybe because you need a hug?"
"But I'm – I'm Maeglin! I'm the traitor of Gondolin!"
"That you are," Glorfindel said cheerfully. "But you know what? You can't change the past, your dad was horrible, and you need a hug." He hugged him again.
Maeglin screamed, then started crying. Some random woman ran up and hugged him. "Oh, honey," she crooned. "It's okay, I'm here now."
"I don't like honey, or bees," said Glorfindel, and dashed away again. The next person he saw he recognized, of course, since Glorfindel actually knew pretty much everyone in the Halls because of the time he had spent there before.
"Turgon!" Glorfindel exclaimed.
"What?" The former King of Gondolin looked around in confusion. He was immediately tackled by Glorfindel.
"Wow, you are so huggable," Glorfindel said. "If I had known how huggable you were, I would have hugged you earlier!" He squeezed. "You're practically a teddy bear! How adorable!"
"I am not a teddy bear, and I am not adorable," Turgon snorted.
"Yes you are," Glorfindel said, and left. Turgon screamed something behind him, but he didn't hear it since he was already gone.
The next person he found that he recognized was graffiti-ing all over the walls with someone else.
"Cool," Glorfindel commented, looking at the massive scribbles all over the wall. It was a really ugly dragon. "What's that?"
"A dragon," said the person he recognized.
"Duh," said the other person.
"Huh…" Glorfindel stared at the wall for a little while longer, then he bounced eagerly and lunged toward the two.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait a second!" ordered the first one, tossing his auburn hair behind him. "What do you think you're doing?"
"I'm hugging you," said Glorfindel.
"It's Glorfindel, I don't think he's going to kill you, Maedhros," said the other person.
"Shut up, Fingon," said Maedhros.
"I would never kill anyone!" Glorfindel said.
"Don't be rude, Maedhros," Fingon said.
"You killed a Balrog," Maedhros challenged. "What about that?"
Glorfindel stared at the two. He blinked. Then he sniffled.
Fingon immediately hurried over and gave him a comforting hug. "Shh, it's okay." He patted him on the back, and glared at Maedhros. "Meanie."
Maedhros scowled.
Glorfindel hugged Fingon back, then he stepped back. "Wait, I'm supposed to be the one hugging everyone!"
"Don't even think about it," Maedhros said when Glorfindel turned to him.
"Too late!" Glorfindel lunged and hugged him, and finally Maedhros just sat there with a strange look on his face.
"There, do you feel better?" Glorfindel asked, standing up.
Maedhros stood up too, then grabbed the spray paint cans and walked away. "Come on, Fingon, let's go mess up something else."
"Wow!" said Fingon. "He's in a really good mood now. Your hugs must be amazing."
"Not to gloat…" Glorfindel said. "But they are."
"Bye!" Fingon ran after Maedhros and they disappeared somewhere.
Glorfindel looked around for someone else to hug. Then he recognized someone. He couldn't believe he hadn't seen him before. "Ecthelion!"
A dark-haired person looked up from where he was hugging some random elf. "What? Glorfindel? Glorfindel!" He dropped the person he was hugging and screamed, then ran toward Glorfindel.
Glorfindel screamed too, and they did a weird handshake.
"What are you doing here again?!" Ecthelion exclaimed.
"Oh, I –"
"Took you long enough, it's been really boring here!"
"Yeah, I thought that –"
"I mean, I've the only one that's been hugging people here, and I've needed an accomplice!"
"Well actually, Námo said that –"
"So anyways, how's life been?" Ecthelion said.
"Uh. Good."
"Great!" Ecthelion patted his shoulder. "Okay, now what do you want to do?"
"I think I've hugged everyone," Glorfindel said, looking around at the now-cheery Halls of Mandos.
"Close enough," Ecthelion said. "When do you have to go back?"
"Now," said Námo, appearing right next to them.
"Already?" Glorfindel said in disappointment.
"Yes. Are you sure you got everyone, though?" Námo looked around at the brightening Halls and the cheerful faces everywhere.
"I think so," Glorfindel said.
Ecthelion was just staring at Námo.
Námo looked at Ecthelion, who was staring at him, then twirled to show off his new glittery outfit. "Do you like it?"
Ecthelion nodded mutely. "Uh-huh?"
"Do you want something like this?" Námo said with a glint in his eyes.
"Yes!"
"Too bad, they're just for me," Námo said.
Ecthelion sulked.
Glorfindel hugged him, and immediately Ecthelion's boring drab clothes were replaced with a orange robe that said 'I'm Amazing – That's My Name, Not An Adjective.'
"I LOVE IT!" Ecthelion shrieked, and dashed away to show everyone his new clothes.
"Oh great, now he's going to be even more annoying," Námo said.
"So does that mean I'm done?" Glorfindel asked sadly.
"Yeah, I think so." Námo looked around.
Suddenly there was an explosion of swirly lights and rainbow sparkles. Glorfindel stared. Námo screamed, then grabbed everything closest to him and started throwing it at the person who had just appeared.
"Whoa, whoa, calm down!" said the person, dodging.
Námo threw one more vase for good measure, then he stopped and glared. "What are you doing here, Irmo?"
The Vala of Dreams looked shocked. "What, you think I wouldn't just want to come visit my baby brother?"
"No."
"You're right." Irmo turned to Glorfindel. "I really came for a hug. I've heard that they're the best in Arda and Aman!"
"Cool," Glorfindel said, then hugged him.
Irmo sighed with happiness. "Ah, you have the best hugs ever."
"You're welcome," said Glorfindel.
"Hey!" Námo said. "I'm the one that brought him here!"
"Yeah, thanks for sharing." Irmo smiled cheerfully and vanished.
"Is there anyone else to hug here?" Glorfindel asked, looking around.
"No," Námo said. "Do you want to go to Lothlórien now?"
"Oh, that would be helpful," Glorfindel agreed. He frowned and tapped his chin. "If only I could remember why I needed to go there…"
"You wanted to hug Lady Artanis," Námo suggested with an evil glint in his eyes.
"Who?"
"Artanis. Galadriel. Whatever." Námo waved his hand and everything vanished around Glorfindel, then he suddenly reappeared in the middle of a forest with massive trees and weird-colored leaves.
"Oh, look," said Glorfindel, following his own order and looking around. "I'm in Lothlórien."
Okay, if you haven't read the Silmarillion, most of this won't make any sense. To make it easy, pretty much everyone he hugged was just a famous dead person, except for the lady who was sewing, Námo, and Irmo. They were three of Valar, basically…they were Valar. It's too hard to explain, just Google the basics about them and you'll get it. Or you could just accept that Glorfindel has actually gone crazy and he's imagining it all (though he's really not).
So! Glorfindel's finally made it! This isn't the last chapter, though, I must warn you, though it's probably the second-to-last (unless I get a super awesome idea for where he could go next). I wanted him to meet some more famous people, but the chapter was getting too long and boring so I just cut them out. This is supposed to be an insanity-fic anyways. XD
(This is awkward, I've kinda run out of threats now… Oh wait, I've got one).
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