Screw Yule Fic - Teaser - G
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WC: 1000
Second Age Valinor; Glorfindel/?; Also featuring Ecthelion, Manwe, and Elbereth
Just something I wrote quick in about twenty minutes, so there is a possibility of mistakes.
“Between staying here and going back, I am a much greater proponent of staying here. Big fan of staying right here,” added Glorfindel, just in case ‘proponent’ was a little much for everyone present. He was certain that the Valar would get the concept, but then there was Ecthelion, and Ecthelion was not exactly the brightest of Ellon. Pretty, granted, very beautiful, but a little lacking in the intelligence department at times. Then again, one could argue that taking on a balrog single-handedly was pretty stupid no matter who did it, but at least Glorfindel was innocent of the charge of trying to fight three at once. Unlike Ecthelion. Ecthelion the numbskull. Glorfindel smirked at his inner monologue.
“Perhaps you do not understand the seriousness nature of the situation,” Manwe practically scolded, and Glorfindel frowned to rid himself of his smirk. “We need to send someone who is both strong and wise, and who will be our eyes and ears in Middle-earth. They must also have the skills of persuasion, so that if things turn ill once more they can convince their kinfolk to return to these shores.”
Glorfindel wanted to say that the wise part ruled Ecthelion right out, but he bit his tongue. Thoughts of spending lazy days walking the gardens of his home at the foot of Taniquetil and gazing at the stars from the roof danced in his head. Middle-earth had seemed like a good idea at the time, but past experiences reminded him otherwise.
“Will neither of you take up this challenge?” asked Elbereth, her calm a contrast to her husband’s exasperation. “Of all of the Eldar, you are our only hopes.”
Ecthelion sighed, and shook his head. “I am no leader, as you claim. I fear I would need more guidance than could be offered. Besides, my wife would send me to Mandos a second time if I left now.”
Manwe nodded his head. “You are dismissed, Brave Ecthelion. Say no word of this to any other.” Ecthelion nodded as he turned and left, giving Glorfindel a knowing pat on the shoulder before he walked away.
“Should I go then, too?” asked Glorfindel hopefully, taking a step in the direction that Ecthelion was headed. He glanced from one to the other. “I take it silence means yes?” Another hopeful step.
“Laurefinde, there is something I believe you should see before your decision is made,” said Manwe. Glorfindel scrunched his nose upon hearing his name in Quenya. As if Glorfindel wasn’t feminine enough, they had to go and pull out Laurefinde on him. It reminded him of being scolded by his parents. Reluctantly, he stepped forward to see what they wished him to.
Elbereth waved her hand over a pool of water she used for purposes of seeing things far off on the other side of the sea. At least, that was what Glofindel kept telling himself. Otherwise, it meant she could see everywhere, even into the houses of those in Valinor, which meant she had probably glimpsed into his home once or twice when he was... but Glorfindel stopped thinking of this when he saw the image that was in the water. “Who is that?” he asked, pointing to the image in the water. The ripples distorted slightly, but to Glorfindel, it was evident he was looking at the most beautiful Elf he had ever laid eyes upon. Well, besides himself, of course.
“Your one true love. The other half of your soul. An Elf of Imladris, the place we must have someone go to. They will cross the sea, eventually, but by that time I worry they might find someone else to fall in love with.”
“A tragedy if that were to happen, no doubt,” added Manwe. He rubbed his chin. “Elbereth, dear, I seem to recall you mentioning another Elf, recently reborn, who might be willing to take up this task instead.”
“There were two,” she said with a nod as Glorfindel continued to stare into the pool. “One of Feanor’s sons... Tyelkormo, I think, and younger Elf named Lómion.”
Glorfindel shuddered upon hearing Maeglin’s name. He sighed, still not looking up from the pool. “Fine. I will go.”
“Tyelkormo might well be a good choice,” answered Manwe to his wife as if they had not heard the pouting Elf-lord.
“I said, I will go,” spoke Glorfindel louder.
“No, no, this was a burden too large to impose upon you. Besides, Tyelkormo is very much interested in going back to Middle-earth.”
“I bet he is,” replied Glorfindel. “However, you asked me first, and I am going, and that is final. I just need to get my affairs in order here. I will return in three days,” he said, taking one last look at the Elf in the pool before hurrying back home, grumbling and muttering the entire way.
Elbereth slid her husband a sideways glance and said, “That was fairly mean of you. You know full well it will be a long time before Tyelkormo sees the outside of Mandos’ Halls, and Lómion is another story altogether. In fact, it would not be so bad an idea to have sent him to live with your brother instead,” she added.
Manwe chuckled. “If you think I am mean, then you are simply rotten.”
“Oh? And how is that?”
“Teasing that poor Elf with images like that. I know for a fact the Elf you showed him will not be born for at least another three thousand years!”
Elbereth shrugged her shoulders slightly. “A minor detail. I never told him that he was going to ride into Imladris and swoop his beloved into his arms. Besides, love, he is going, is he not?”
“True.”
“Then it gives him three thousand years to settle into his role before any distractions come about.”
“Still. That was cruel.”
“I learned from the best,” she said as she waved her hand to clear the pool, and Manwe had to wonder if she was referencing him or his brother.
WC: 1000
Second Age Valinor; Glorfindel/?; Also featuring Ecthelion, Manwe, and Elbereth
Just something I wrote quick in about twenty minutes, so there is a possibility of mistakes.
“Between staying here and going back, I am a much greater proponent of staying here. Big fan of staying right here,” added Glorfindel, just in case ‘proponent’ was a little much for everyone present. He was certain that the Valar would get the concept, but then there was Ecthelion, and Ecthelion was not exactly the brightest of Ellon. Pretty, granted, very beautiful, but a little lacking in the intelligence department at times. Then again, one could argue that taking on a balrog single-handedly was pretty stupid no matter who did it, but at least Glorfindel was innocent of the charge of trying to fight three at once. Unlike Ecthelion. Ecthelion the numbskull. Glorfindel smirked at his inner monologue.
“Perhaps you do not understand the seriousness nature of the situation,” Manwe practically scolded, and Glorfindel frowned to rid himself of his smirk. “We need to send someone who is both strong and wise, and who will be our eyes and ears in Middle-earth. They must also have the skills of persuasion, so that if things turn ill once more they can convince their kinfolk to return to these shores.”
Glorfindel wanted to say that the wise part ruled Ecthelion right out, but he bit his tongue. Thoughts of spending lazy days walking the gardens of his home at the foot of Taniquetil and gazing at the stars from the roof danced in his head. Middle-earth had seemed like a good idea at the time, but past experiences reminded him otherwise.
“Will neither of you take up this challenge?” asked Elbereth, her calm a contrast to her husband’s exasperation. “Of all of the Eldar, you are our only hopes.”
Ecthelion sighed, and shook his head. “I am no leader, as you claim. I fear I would need more guidance than could be offered. Besides, my wife would send me to Mandos a second time if I left now.”
Manwe nodded his head. “You are dismissed, Brave Ecthelion. Say no word of this to any other.” Ecthelion nodded as he turned and left, giving Glorfindel a knowing pat on the shoulder before he walked away.
“Should I go then, too?” asked Glorfindel hopefully, taking a step in the direction that Ecthelion was headed. He glanced from one to the other. “I take it silence means yes?” Another hopeful step.
“Laurefinde, there is something I believe you should see before your decision is made,” said Manwe. Glorfindel scrunched his nose upon hearing his name in Quenya. As if Glorfindel wasn’t feminine enough, they had to go and pull out Laurefinde on him. It reminded him of being scolded by his parents. Reluctantly, he stepped forward to see what they wished him to.
Elbereth waved her hand over a pool of water she used for purposes of seeing things far off on the other side of the sea. At least, that was what Glofindel kept telling himself. Otherwise, it meant she could see everywhere, even into the houses of those in Valinor, which meant she had probably glimpsed into his home once or twice when he was... but Glorfindel stopped thinking of this when he saw the image that was in the water. “Who is that?” he asked, pointing to the image in the water. The ripples distorted slightly, but to Glorfindel, it was evident he was looking at the most beautiful Elf he had ever laid eyes upon. Well, besides himself, of course.
“Your one true love. The other half of your soul. An Elf of Imladris, the place we must have someone go to. They will cross the sea, eventually, but by that time I worry they might find someone else to fall in love with.”
“A tragedy if that were to happen, no doubt,” added Manwe. He rubbed his chin. “Elbereth, dear, I seem to recall you mentioning another Elf, recently reborn, who might be willing to take up this task instead.”
“There were two,” she said with a nod as Glorfindel continued to stare into the pool. “One of Feanor’s sons... Tyelkormo, I think, and younger Elf named Lómion.”
Glorfindel shuddered upon hearing Maeglin’s name. He sighed, still not looking up from the pool. “Fine. I will go.”
“Tyelkormo might well be a good choice,” answered Manwe to his wife as if they had not heard the pouting Elf-lord.
“I said, I will go,” spoke Glorfindel louder.
“No, no, this was a burden too large to impose upon you. Besides, Tyelkormo is very much interested in going back to Middle-earth.”
“I bet he is,” replied Glorfindel. “However, you asked me first, and I am going, and that is final. I just need to get my affairs in order here. I will return in three days,” he said, taking one last look at the Elf in the pool before hurrying back home, grumbling and muttering the entire way.
Elbereth slid her husband a sideways glance and said, “That was fairly mean of you. You know full well it will be a long time before Tyelkormo sees the outside of Mandos’ Halls, and Lómion is another story altogether. In fact, it would not be so bad an idea to have sent him to live with your brother instead,” she added.
Manwe chuckled. “If you think I am mean, then you are simply rotten.”
“Oh? And how is that?”
“Teasing that poor Elf with images like that. I know for a fact the Elf you showed him will not be born for at least another three thousand years!”
Elbereth shrugged her shoulders slightly. “A minor detail. I never told him that he was going to ride into Imladris and swoop his beloved into his arms. Besides, love, he is going, is he not?”
“True.”
“Then it gives him three thousand years to settle into his role before any distractions come about.”
“Still. That was cruel.”
“I learned from the best,” she said as she waved her hand to clear the pool, and Manwe had to wonder if she was referencing him or his brother.
