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"They are getting loud again. Arent they."

Rog's eyes did not stray fro. the horizon. "Aye."

"What can we do. To quiet them once more."

"I no longer know."

Glorfindel's eyes shone with worry and kindness. "Then. I shall sit with you. Until theu find some better thing to do. Than torment you."

Rog did not move. Perched on the wall. Feet lost in the cool air.

Galdor took a spot to the left of the warrrior.

Glorfindel on his right.

Together they held vigil while the memories of an old warrior's mind ran their course.

#Rog #Galdor #Glorfindel #Im sad

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“Do you two simply sit about drawing plans to get into the worst trouble to torment me?” Galdor demanded as he stood before the mud covered Lords he begrudgingly called friends. “If that is the case I will resign my position and let some other poor being take on your childish habits.”

Glorfindel hissed as Ecthelion worked to unwind his hair from the broken down iron contraption. “Galdor. Lecture later please. My entire leg is falling to sleep.” 

Rog grunted as Egalmoth pulled his leg from the deep sucking hole it had been stuck in. The mud made a disturbing noise that made Galdor take a step back. He was wearing his good boots for valar’s sake. “I thi k not. Those two may have little issue being lumped in with this-what were you even attempting?” 

Rog grinned as he wetly plopped onto the dry patch of dirt. “It was intended to be-” his words were cut off by a horrified cry as Glorfindel moved just the wrong way causing Ecthelion to fall face first into the mud pit. Glorfindel’s laughter followed as the Lord of the Fountain flailed uselessly trying to get his face up for air. 

Rog’s laughter roared as Egalmoth cursed trying to snag a flapping hand and not get sucked in as well. Ecthelion’s other hand had already got stuck in the sinking mud trying to push himself up. 

Galdor watched in growing horror. “I think it beat I get more aid. Do not shake your head at me you golden disaster. Beloved you may be but I know your true troublesome ways. I am getting more aid. And perhaps the following embarrassment will curb the next creation to more testing before you put it to work.” 

Turning in a huff Galdor began to stomp off. It was a minor movement of air that told him to move just as a mud ball flew past his head. “As an archer we know to feel the airs shift. Try harder Lord Rog.” And he left. To the laughter and cries of denial of those behind.

#Galdor #Glorfindel #Rog #Ecthelion #Egalmoth #I love my disaster babies

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"And why is my child in such a state this time?" Idril tried to hide her smile behind the modest fan she held to ease the heat of the summer. She mostly succeeded.

Glorfindel and Galdor fidgeted slightly under her gaze. Glorfindel was clearly fighting a grin himself. Galdor held and almost scowl. He never did sign up for these shenanigans yet he always ended up the one explaining the fall outs! He should have stayed in Doriath. . .

The little Prince giggled running up to his mother yet keeping his muddy hands from hugging her. "We found clays amme!" He held up a bag dripping in watery mud. "We will make the prettiest pots with these!"

Glorfindel moved forward and ruffled the child's hair. "Aye we will!" he laughed as Idril finally lost her poise and giggled shaking her head. "Let me set that bag to it's place young one. Go get cleaned up for dinner." The little one whooped almost dropping the bag as he rushed out of the room to get himself ready. The cooks promised his favorite stew today!

Galdor shook his head smiling and offering an inclined head in respect to Tuor as he nearly was run down by his son entering the sitting room. "Welcome to the dressing down of your little one's minders."

Tuor laughed slapping his hand on Galdor's shoulder. "At least you brought him back in one piece! Rog's foray with his teachings nearly led to a city wide disaster. "

They all laughed at the reminder. "Aye we need not have a repeat of that mess." Glorfindel placed the dripping bag in a thicker sack and bowed to the couple. "Now that he has been thus returned to his home I will see to this glob and have it ready for his lessons tomorrow." Glorfindel grinned at the two. "He really is quite clever. He found a spot we have yet to discover for this lovely batch."

Galdor wrinkled his nose. "Aye. I suppose we are going to avoid informing them of the incident before this discovery."

Glorfindel's cheeks colored but he tossed a look to his friend. "I have no doubts they will find out from Earendil. "

Idril raised a brow while Tuor barked a laugh. The two decided to not ask more but cordially invited the Lords to dine with them for the eve.

#earendil #glorfindel #galdor #tuor #idril #learning is messy business when done proper

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Earendil kept his little hands curled about the handle of his basket. Ladden with snacks and a drink for the elf he was visiting he was very ezcited to be given such a monumental task! Keeping his pace controlled so as not to spill anything, the youngling grinned at the sounds of Rôg of the House of the Hammer wirking outaide today!

Tink

Tink

Tink

Tink

Hisssss

Standing on the appointed side of the guardrail for observers he patiently set his basket at his feet and awaited acknowledment. It did not take long. The large elf looked up wiping sweat from his sun kissed brow with a dirty kerchief. Smiling broadly at his visitor he set his tools carefully down on a work table and placed the metal back in to heat. "Good day young prince! What brings you to my shop on such a lovely afternoon?"

Earendil bounced on his toes giggling as his dark curled hair was ruffled by the very large hand. "Amme and Ada were lunching with Gorfin and Thel! Thel said you did not break fast. Amme was worried so we all made you a snack basket!" He tried to lift the heavy thing to the rail but could not quite make it. He scowled at his arms a moment. Whu do they never do what he needs when he needs!

Rog laughed opening his metal gate and stepping out to the little one. "Do not make such a face you will find more strwngth sooner than you believe. Now." He peered at the array of foods and drink and his heart fluttered at the care his dewr friends put into it. "Well now I could not possibly eat all of this. Though it looks wuite delivious. All of my favorites in fact! Come. That journey of yours must have been exhausting. You can share some of it with me."

Earendil squealed and and bounced on his toes as Rog scooped up the basket and they moved toward the wash spigget and a table. He happily scrambled onto a bench as Rog washed. Picking out the cloth cover he arranged things as best he could. Keeping one of the strawberry tarts for himself. He nibbled on some hard cheese as Rog dug into a large bit of bread and meats. He nibbled thoughtfully his eyes roaming the bare chested elf.

Rog was no fool he knew the elfling had a question. He had watched him ponder it for some weeks now. He had to hand it to Tuor and Idril. Their young one certaintly thought his impulses through before moving forward with any of them. He took a drink of the summer wine nearly groaning at the delicious flavor. He was far to thirsty from all his work today.

"Adar and you have similar marks. But Amme and Daeradar do not. Why is that?"

Rog paused as he went to go for the tart. His hazel eyes stared at the child who was thoughtfully tracing a scar on his tanned arm. He took a thoughtful bite of the sweet. "If your question refers to my scars. You are a clever and observant young one. Aye. Your father and I have similar marks. Though they come from very different situations." He swallowed his food and steepled his fingers. He did not think his parents would appreciate this but he would not lie to a child. Not their child especially. "You know well from the stories you are read there is great darkness in the world. That Darkness can do tremendously horrible things to another being. I have had the unfortunate experience of being held captive by one such aspect of that Darkness."

Earendil nibbled his tart slowly. "Adar was taken to?"

Rog nodded. "By something othet than what I experienced. Yes he was."

The elfling pursed his lips staring at his fingers. "I would yave rescued you."

Rog chuckled at the sudden words. "Aye I bet you would have young one."

"Do they still hurt? You have many more than Adar."

Rog grabbed his wine swirling it about a bit. "At times they can. But it eases as time goes by." He grinned at the child. "And when one is in such good company the mind does not dwell on it."

The young Prince furrowed his brow a bit lost at the answer. Eating the last of the tart he dusted his hands of the crumbs and smiled at the larger elf. "Can we go swimming! Galdor says his pool is finally ready!"

Rog laughed from his belly. This child was wuite an adventure. "Aye we may. Let me finish this and set the forge with another minder!"

Earendil gave a whoop of joy reaching for another bit of cheese. If he helped Rog finishe they could get to swimming sooner!

#Rog #Earendil #He is to cute #Also yes Gorfin is Glorfindel he cant quote pronounce it right lol

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Tyelko grinned kicking his feet up on the table and leaning his chair back.

Rog sighed heavily. "Get your boots off my table you miscreant."

Tyelko lazily turned his head to the warrior. "You owe me. The least I can get from this rat trap of a tavern is some comfort."

Rog scowled moving around the bar to hand him his requested tankard. "Free drinks and meals weekly arent enough for you?" He slapped the elf's boot knocking one foot off the polished surface. "Off!"

Tyelko scowled holding his drink so it wouldnt spill with Rog's actions. "Hey now! Those are new! Do not scuff them!"

Rog snorted turning back to his lunch preparations. "New is relative for someone who spends more time in the wild than civilization."

Tyelko grinned into his cup. He had missed his friend. The week had been hard for his family. He set his elbows on the table and whistled for the little creature looking for scraps in the rafters.

Perhaps unleashing a small bit of chaos would relax his host. . .

#Tyelko #Rog #Valinor #Chaos is his name #Tolerance is the game

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Erestor stretched his legs out as he pushed his chair back. This treaty would not stop causing him all manners of problems. He smirked as he took a sip of his steaming cup of tea. Expected of Lord Celeborn. He has his ways and he is set in them.

Lindir poke his head into the Councilor's office. Hair done up in an elaborate mesa of braids he grinned. "Are you attending my new show or do you prefer to hide from your returned bonded here." He chuckled. "I do not know who was in more foul a mood Glorfindel or Asfaloth."

Erestor simply set his tea back on its plate and took up his quill again. He had been the spul source of calming Glorfindel's anger for the last several hours. Their mind speech a decent distraction from the monotonous task at hand. "I will be retiring in the next few hours." He smirked

"I am certain I will hear of it at Fast Breaking in the morning."

Lindir made a face. "Not all of my performances are so talk worthy. I am almost offended."

Erestor laughed. "Thus fsr your record speaks for itself. " He laughed again as Lindir stick out his tongue and left. His mind buzzed lightly as Glorfindel lightly coaxed him into their bond. *Did your bath sooth?*

Glorfindel's voice was a mix of a content purr and a desperate whine. *It was the second most pleasant thing I have been gifted these last weeks. Thank you love.* His mind released a gentle wave of a chuckle. *The scents of the oils were particularly complimentary to the incense.*

Erestor quietly preened to himself. *You said second. What is the first?*

Glorfindel's Fea practically curled about Erestor's like a warm blanket about a chilled body. *The first being one of your massages to ease the bruised aching muscles the bath has softened?*

Erestor grinned making a flourish of a note on several lines. *That has already been arranged. As has our Chambers.* He sent an image of a clean turned down bed. Incense and dinner set in their main room. A window cracked enough that the roaring hearth did not overheat. And a table beside the bed of Glorfindel's favorite scented oils.

Erestor chuckled as the groaning whine of gratitude nearly echoed in the entire Home. Despite the bathing chambers his bonded was in being apart from the House proper. *I will see you there shortly. I am almost finished.* Glorfindel's soft caress left his Fea pining as it often did. The patrol had run into so many fall outs he was not surprised his Warrior wished for his love to take control of the rest of this day and eve.

Erestor was ever willing to do what was necessary to ensure he was content. Smiling he sipped his tea again adding a few more notes before beginning to pack his desk up for the eve.

#Glorfindel #Erestor #Glorestor #I adore them

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Glorfindel eased the doors of the council chamber closed behind him. Turning back to the room's occupants his look of concern grew as he approached the three elves.

Turgon stood before a member of the Golden Flower with Egalmoth at his side; his face speaking volumes to his mood. He never sat when reprimanding his people. He did not believe in holding that kind of arroagnce. His people were elves not subjects as one would be in lesser realms.

Glorfindel came to stand beside the member of his House. The subject of this meeting. "My Lord Turgon." He bowed deeply to his brother. Familiarity was for private moments between them. "May I inquire as to the charge against my House?"

Turgon looked to him his eyes softening just a bit. "Lord Glorfindel. Lord Haer is accused of striking another and inciting a brawl that damaged several items including the structure itself in the lower quarter tavern."

The elf in question did not fidget but held his head high. Hands clasped behind his back. A soldier being dressed down by their commander. The darkening bruise upon his eye and cheek a telling sign of the truth involved.

Glorfindel bit his cheek but kept the words he wanted to say quiet. Egalmoth had investigated this and gave him a brief run down of what occured. It was Glorfindel's job to get his over protective House Guard out of this mess. "I see. My Lord what was the situation that enflamed this action so?"

Turgon turned his eyes to Haer. "That I have not yet discovered. Would you care to elaborate on why and how this happened."

The honey haired elf shifted his weight glancing briefly to Egalmoth who gsve a nearly unnoticable nod. "I might. If I am given leave to speak freely without dampening my words to court standards."

Glorfindel lifted an eyebrow looking to Turgon. Glorfindel found he valued Haer's forwardness greatly; particularly in battle. It had little place in official settings though.

The Lord of Gondolin watched the other elf critically. He was often amused by the elves his Lords chose as their Guard Captains. Haer had not reached that status quite yet. But he held the confidence and fire to achieve it soon. He woukd smile if it were appropriate. He did not."Granted. Barring anything I find personally offensive."

Haer gave a nod. And began his tale.

#Glorfindel #Turgon #Oc #Egalmoth #I have so many thoughts

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Galdor used his teeth to pull the leather strings of his vambrace as he tightented the ties. Dropping them he flexed his fingers using his other hand to grab up his bow. "What count do we have?"

Egalmoth glanced over to him as the shorter sinda joined his steps. "Two companies. They are coming up a different path than before. Duilin is setting up the ambush. Glorfindel is taking his group to cut their retreat."

Galdor gave a nod and eperated from his friend to join Ecthelion's company. They woukd lay down suppression fire into the narrow passage. None would survive their assault.

Ecthelion smiled as the sinda leaped over rock and wood to reach the opposite side of the way. Holding a hand up with 4 fingers his grin grew wicked.

Galdor gaped. The challenge was being set. Whoever killed within 4 counts of Egalmoth's count would have their patrol shift taken and they would remain home the month. No one has been able to meet the elder warriors count within 10 let alone 4. Suppressing a laugh Galdor smiled smugly back. Crouching he held 3 fingers in front of his chest. He would do better than that.

Nocking his arrow he let the buzz of battle and joy of competition woth friends calm his apprehension. And they waited.

#Galdor #Egalmoth #Ecthelion #I love them so much #They are my light #My hope #The reason

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Galdor stifled a laugh as he stared up into the rather disturbed tree. The call for aid came through various parts of his Gardens.

Most from shrubbery that could not articulate passed danger.

He expected something less. Interesting. Perhaps a group of black birds harrassing a squirrel. Maybe the magpies that like to build nests where the trees and saplings do not like.

One of his friends sandwiched between hastily moved branches and the trunk of this elder tree was not something he imagined.

"Could you perhaps laugh later. And tell the tree to release me."

Galdor lost his battle with laughter when the tree implied Ecthelion was a bad bird pecking holes into its trunk.

"I-what?! I am NOT a bird! I simply tried-ack! Stop squeezing you mean thing!"

Galdor set his hand on the trunk singing softly to the tree to sooth its upset. He would get the full story later. "Peace Thel. Let me. Just. Do not wiggle so."

Ecthelion huffed his mind making chouce phrases over the strangeness of plants in the encircling mountains.

#Galdor #Ecthelion

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Glorfindel lowered the curtains to their rooms as he entered the sitting area. Dropping his torn and bloodied tunic into the laundry bin atop his pants, he let loose a deep sigh. Inhaling he nearly sobbed at the scent of fresh stew. The herbal scent of tea and a hot bath. 

Erestor was home. 

His gut clenched as the weight of his failure nearly suffocated his breath. He had failed. He had- 

Warm hands encircled his waste. A warm chest pressing against his back. Gentle kisses peppering his sore shoulder. 

His body shook for the emotions he held at bay for so many weeks. "Erestor." 

"Do not stand here unclothed staring at memories, meleth. Come. The bath is ready. We can talk while we wash for dinner." 

Glorfindel did not move. His hair falling over his eyes. "I broke my promise." He winced as his voice cracked. Never had he broken his word to Erestor. He could face battles. He could face evil beyond the imagination. He could face Morgoth Bauglir himself. 

He could not face failure before his beloved. 

He felt the arms move from around him. He felt more than heard Erestor move to stand before him. Gentle fingers rose to move the golden curtain from his face. 

"You have broken no promise, meleth." Erestor's soft voice made the emerald eyes move to his dark gaze. "You found him. You faced unexpected odds. You came back for aid. Our warriors will heal. And you will retrieve him. You will bring him home." 

Glorfindel let out a shuddering breath. His mind replaying the events of these last days. The fury at retreat. The fear for his warriors. The guilt of abandoning Gildor. 

He did not even notice when Erestor had guided him to their bathing chamber. "Breathe meleth. Take in the now. Let the past rest for the eve. Tomorrow we can face the day. For now. You are home. And I am grateful you arrived unharmed." 

Glorfindel said nothing as he stepped into the bath. Warm water sloshed on bruised skin. Easing his hurts. Laying his head back on Erestor's shoulder as he sat behind him and began to move the soft cloth over his skin.

#Glorfindel #Erestor #Glorestor #My beloved lads #How much I adore them

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Glorfindel's feet dragged tiredly against the dirt path leading to the courtyard. Galdor frowned as he stepped off the last stone step to join Rog and Egalmoth. Ecthelion had sent word ahead the scout party had returned.

He had also added a note in code that it was bad.

Given the state of those remaining it looked as much. Rog, being ever careful of those who have suffered untold horrors, stepped forward first. His voice rumbling softly as he spoke to each warrior. Large Hand patting a shoulder. Offering an embrace. Or simply being a protective wall to emotions as the numbness wore off.

Galdor turned to each elf serving their Houses. Asking for blankets. Hearth to be set alight. Warm soup and wine. Any and all comforts and reminders they are home.

Egalmoth frowned as Glorfindel let his fellow Lords take charge. He had not lifted his head from its down trodden look. His golden hair a curtain to hide his grief and guilt. Stepping forward he grabbed his friend and embraced him. Feeling the elf's head burrow into his neck he simply stood there. Hot liquid soaking the shoulder of his tunic. Hands holding a shivering frame so it didnt not shatter.

"Easy. We have you."

He looked over to the remains of the patroly. By his estimate four had fallen. He could even name the faces missing. His heart clenched but he remained steady as Rog looked to him sadly. For all the guilt it brought they were glad Glorfindel returned relatively uninjured. Their friend meant the world to them. And their city.

#Glorfindel #Egalmoth #Rog #Galdor

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Glorfindel soothed his mount as the orcs were slain in the clever ambush set up by the elves they tracked. The mare snorted ears twisting this way and that.

"They certainly sprung their trap well." Ecthelion muttered eyes taking in battle. "Impressive." His mare flickered her tail ears pinned. She was always annoyed with Glorfindel's mount when she played up. He gave her a soothing neck rub.

Turgon remained calm upon his stallion curiosly observing the elf at the head of the group. Tall even for their kin he showed more muscles than most. A crafter clearly. Tilting his head the Prince watched the last of the maurading orc band fall. "Do you think he would be interested in my project?"

Glorfindel looked to him briefly. "From what I remember of him in Valinor he enjoyed his craft immensely."

Ecthelion watched as the clear leader of the elven band began checking his people and building a pire of orc bodies to be burned. "Their wrath against His forces is palpable. I do not know if he would trade that for a life of relative peace." He hid the shudder as his mind played the viscious assult over. Moments of clear personal violence sharp and clear.

Turgon looked to his Captains. "We will not find out sitting here I suppose. Come. Let us see if this Rôg would like to put his energies to better use." Speaking a soft word to his mount they moved off the ridge to the party below.

#Turgon #Glorfindel #Ecthelion #Wondering how they all met #So many thoughts

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Glorfindel set the plates down, wiping his hands on a towel and grinning at his work. Glancing up as Ecthelion entered the room he frowned. "Is Rôg up yet?" 

Ecthelion shook his head as he yawned. "He did not wish to eat this morn." 

Glorfindel's frown morphed into a scowl. "Then I shall remind him who his host is." He grumbled as he marched off to the elf's specially prepared room. Each Lord of their fair city had rooms specifically designed for their friends so they had the most comfort for staying the night or more. 

Stopping at the door he knocked heavily. “Rôg! If you do not rise and eat what I have spent all sunrise crafting I shall come in there and flip you off that bed!”

Rôg pushed the pillow harder against his head at the racket his host began to make. "Fine! I am up!" Tossing the pillow in annoyance at the closed door he growled. "Void spawned Vanya." 

He muttered various comments around a yawn and stretched his arms up to the headboard. 

 His stomach made a demanding growl as his nose caught the scent of freshly prepared food. Taking a deep breath he let it out in a soft chuckle. He did indeed enjoy waking in the House of the Golden Flower. If not for the enticing smells from their kitchens then for the simple knowledge his dear friend was not one to let him laze about the day.

Glorfindel gave a grunt of satisfaction as he left his friend to ready for the day. No one under his roof would sit out their meal if he could persuade them otherwise. 

#Glorfindel #Ecthelion #Rôg #I absolutely adore my Gondolin kids

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Erestor's voice paused in his recitation of the council meetings that week. Tiny footsteps had entered the room. Glancing over the edge of the bed his smiled softly at the small human child. "Hullo little one."

Glorfindel peered over his mate's shoulder smiling as the dertermined little one began climbing the bed. A stuggle with the book grasped in tiny fingers. "It would seem we have company for the night."

Erestor chuckled reaching down to steady the child as she mad her way up. Crawling to the space between the elves she cuddled up to Glorfindel's side. Holding the book possessively against her chest she looked to Erestor with a brilliant smile.

She had not spoken a word since the refugees had settled in. No one knew of her parents. Not who they were. If they lived. Or who she was. She had aimply been awept uo by the caravan in a burnt out village. No possessions but the rags on her little body.

She had taken to the library instantly. Often hiding there looking at picture books. Not much drew her to much else. But this book had found its way to her heart. She had kept it the moment she had discovered it. Looking at it over and over. Until one evening a restless Erestor decided to read it to her.

Settling it on her lap she opened it to the first page and looked expectantly at both elves. Not able to read yet she had had it read to her by many others. She liked Erestor's best.

Glorfindel passed a glowing smile to his mate giving a nod and cuddling the child a bit closer. He had read it to her himself a few times. Amused by the idea his own tale of heroism and failure brought comfort to one such as this. The pains of his past long soothed he was for the most part glad it helped others in times as these.

Erestor smiled back to Glorfindel offering a mental caress of love and care before leaning over a bit to begin reading the tale. Of Glorfindel and the Balrog.

#Glorfindel #Erestor #This is completely self indulgent #But I adore rhe idea of child friendly versions of the silm tales #That bring hope and comfort #And the idea that imladris is a haven in all regards #Even evenings for lost little beans looking for safe naps

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Elladan swiftly walked down the path to the stables. Hefting his pack so it settled more comfortably he glanced about ensuring he was alone before slipping inside. Smiling at the soft whickers of greeting he made his way to Asfaloth's stall. "Would you mind taking me to aid a being in need my friend?"

Asfaloth snorted nudging the elfling's shoulder.

Elladan smiled rubbing his nose and giving his chest and neck a good scratch. "We will not be gone long. Glorfindel will not even miss you."

Asfaloth shook his mane out and followed the young one as he backed out of the stables. The elfling was still to small to mount properly without aid of the fences so Asfaloth instinctively made his way to the fence line of the pasture.

Where Glorfindel was leaning casually with arms crossed and amused blue eyes watching. "And where you might be headed this evening?"

Elladan froze in his tracks face paling but his eyes holding a determined fire. "Captain Ferdil did not seem to take my concerns to heart. So I am going to see to the lost one myself."

Glorfindel's eyes softened to ones of concern. "Elladan. We all take your concerns to heart. I understand your desire to help. But the location of this being is one of peril. We cannot simply ride out and force them to shelter here." He pushed off the fence line and knelt before his young lord. "Do you truly believe Ferdil so heartless as to not care about their plight?"

Elladan pursed his lips. "No." He said so softly only Glorfindel's proximity allowd him to hear. "I do not wish to think them cold and hungry in their shelter."

Glorfindel took the elfling into a gentle hug. "Nor do I. Come now. Let us gagher a small group. If your mind is so set on this I will not have you sneaking off alone. We will find this being sheltering on our borders and at the least offer them food and warm coverings."

Elladan pulled from the embrace looking to his mentor in gratitude and joy.

"We will not force them to join us." Glorfindel spoke in his do not challenge this tone. "If they wish to remain in their shelter we will respect it and let this rest. Agreed?"

Elladan frowned but gave a nod of agreement. At least now they were doing something to aid them.

Glorfindel glanced up at the imaptient whinny from his stallion. "And you were going to sneak this elfling out into the dangers of the night for what? A scratch or two?"

Asfaloth snorted giving a low groan of approval. It was a good scratch!

#Elladan #Glorfindel #Asfaloth #Inladris could agruably be the best place to run away to #Even if yous tayed on the outskirts

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“Would you care to explain what that incident was about?” 

Glorfindel’s face held a look of stone as he faced their king. “That incident was once again perpetrated by the prejudice running rampant in our city. Do you expect me to just sit by and do nothing!” His voice nearly seethed with his anger but he checked it quickly. 

Turgon’s brow raised but his voice was soft. “I expect you to act as a Lord of our city and maintain control. Of yourself and the situation.” 

Glorfindel’s voice fled at the reprimand. His eyes taking on a stormy hue. “You wish me to be a token Vanya bridging the gap between violence and peace.” His eyes flashed in pain and defiance. Never had he assumed his brother would see him as those in his past had. 

Turgon’s face fell and sadness colored his eyes. His chest gave a painful kick.

“Laurë I do not seek that. I know well the hurts you have been dealt. Never would I reawaken those by choice.” Striding across his chamber he enveloped Glorfindel in a tight embrace. “You are my brother. No matter the circumstances that brought you to our House you belong with us. Always.” 

Glorfindel’s arms instinctively encircled his younger brother. The tears leaking now faster from the corners of his eyes. “I am sorry Turu.” 

Turgon’s arms squeezed him tighter before releasing him. “Do not be. Twas my words spoken without thought that brought you doubt and pain. Know that ever you are my beloved brother first no matter what befalls us here.” 

Glorfindel smiled, the familiar brilliance of his fea shining in the look. 

 Turgon sighed heavily. “I only wish to see peace maintained here. Tis hard enough being so separated from our kin. We do not need ill feelings running rampant. Now tell me what occurred and how we may stop these incidents from continuing.”

#Turgon #Glorfindel #In my verse nolo adopts glorfindel who is essentially kicked out by his parents #And doesnt have an easy time among the noldor #This is stupid and self indulgent but i love them

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Turukáno's face held little expression as he watched the exchange between his father and uncle from beside the pillar. His eyes lit with fury at the words his sensitive ears heard even from this distance. Hands balled into fists at his side he let the sting of nails biting into his palms keep him from storming up to his Uncle. 

His eyes softened as the two parted and his father stood closing his eyes. He had worn that look of sorrow and longing far too often. More now that his step brother had become more unhinged in his anger. His father did not deserve to be treated thus. 

"Do not think I did not know of your presence, little one." 

Turukáno sighed and stepped out of his hiding place. "Twas not my intent to eavesdrop, Atar. I did not wish to interrupt." His heart hurt for his father who ever tried to find a bridge of peace to the Crowned Prince.

Nolofinwë raised his arm inviting his child to his side. "I know your anger at him burns now more than before. Do not let it rule your heart, Turu. He has good yet in him."

Turukáno snorted but moved into his father's embrace. "I do not see where that good lies within him." He muttered, settling to his father's side. The calm presence setting his anger to simmer instead of boil dangerously.

Nolofinwë sighed. "He has suffered greatly, Turu. In ways we cannot fathom. His grief speaks far louder than his pride." Placing a soft kiss upon his child’s head he smiled and pulled the elfling along for them to walk. “Now tell me what pressing matter has brought you here.”

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