House of the Golden Flower
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Part II: Chapter 7
Life was slow to resume after that time.
Meaglin hid his sorrows well, and occupied himself with forging iron from the mine of Anghabar in the north of Echoriath. Turgon loved him, and I was glad to see that whatever designs Meaglin had planned for Turgon were now changed, and that he was taking a slightly more honorable route to power than becoming king’s consort or something equally unseemly, son in law.
Turgon kept him as counselman for several years before naming him regent, and Meaglin fooled everyone with his eagerness and willingness to serve Gondolin. The situation of an heir seemed resolved to Turgon and he was more cheerful, but I confessed to him that I did not believe his sister-son to be the best candidate, no matter how suited for it.
As ever, he valued my words, but did not heed them, and thus I said no more of it, seeking instead Idril’s counsel. She was perhaps more cunning than I, and saw Meaglin’s mind more clearly. All the same we were rarely apart, for although he loathed me and resented my place, he was as likely to come upon me unawares and stare unnervingly as he was likely to approach or follow Idril through her father’sse. se.
Ecthelion kept his house well, and Turgon placed him in charge of the Gate. I too tended my house, but more rarely, as my steward Amredeth was a wise man and my household was small, I h I had no wife or offspring. My house kept itself mainly, leaving me free to keep Turgon’s bed and I became known as Idril’s companion, and commonly I was referred to as Glorfindel the Beloved because I had found such favor in the king’s house.
Whether the common people knew if I was Idril’s lover or Turgon’s I never did decipher, for rumors tend to be slippery and I could never track them to their den, but I suspected it from the solitary dark figure that haunted the palace.
Turgon woke me often at night with his dreams, and I became adroit at interpreting them. The world outside Gondolin was stirring, changing, and the eagles brought us no news of it, busy on their own missions of Manwe their master.
Until the day that the wind brought Thorondor himself to us, there existed a tentative peace and bliss in the King’s House. Meaglin, ever silent and watchful, spent his days in Turgon’s company, and I spent mine in Idril’s, no longer welcome to keep company with my King; or thus said the shining dark eyes of Meaglin who lurked ever about.
Meaglin hid his sorrows well, and occupied himself with forging iron from the mine of Anghabar in the north of Echoriath. Turgon loved him, and I was glad to see that whatever designs Meaglin had planned for Turgon were now changed, and that he was taking a slightly more honorable route to power than becoming king’s consort or something equally unseemly, son in law.
Turgon kept him as counselman for several years before naming him regent, and Meaglin fooled everyone with his eagerness and willingness to serve Gondolin. The situation of an heir seemed resolved to Turgon and he was more cheerful, but I confessed to him that I did not believe his sister-son to be the best candidate, no matter how suited for it.
As ever, he valued my words, but did not heed them, and thus I said no more of it, seeking instead Idril’s counsel. She was perhaps more cunning than I, and saw Meaglin’s mind more clearly. All the same we were rarely apart, for although he loathed me and resented my place, he was as likely to come upon me unawares and stare unnervingly as he was likely to approach or follow Idril through her father’sse. se.
Ecthelion kept his house well, and Turgon placed him in charge of the Gate. I too tended my house, but more rarely, as my steward Amredeth was a wise man and my household was small, I h I had no wife or offspring. My house kept itself mainly, leaving me free to keep Turgon’s bed and I became known as Idril’s companion, and commonly I was referred to as Glorfindel the Beloved because I had found such favor in the king’s house.
Whether the common people knew if I was Idril’s lover or Turgon’s I never did decipher, for rumors tend to be slippery and I could never track them to their den, but I suspected it from the solitary dark figure that haunted the palace.
Turgon woke me often at night with his dreams, and I became adroit at interpreting them. The world outside Gondolin was stirring, changing, and the eagles brought us no news of it, busy on their own missions of Manwe their master.
Until the day that the wind brought Thorondor himself to us, there existed a tentative peace and bliss in the King’s House. Meaglin, ever silent and watchful, spent his days in Turgon’s company, and I spent mine in Idril’s, no longer welcome to keep company with my King; or thus said the shining dark eyes of Meaglin who lurked ever about.