City of the Rising Sun
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Chapter 3
Thank you for the nice reviews! Sorry that you had to wait a bit longer for the new chapter, but here it is, I hope you like it!
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City of the Rising Sun
Chapter 3
Turgon stared at his closest friend for a while, not sure how to respond. It had been less than a century since the king lost his wife Elenwë, when his father, Fingolfin, guided a host of Noldorin across the Helcaraxë. The grief of losing his mate had almost cost Turgon’s life, but his father reminded him of his duty. He just could not abandon his people.
If Glorfindel’s statement was correct, Turgon would have to talk to the young warrior.
‘What makes you think that Haldir has feelings for me, otorno*?’ asked the Quendi.
The golden haired lord put down his goblet and held the king’s gaze while he answered. ‘My warden noticed that every time when you were outside of the palace, the young Sinda didn’t play a serenade. It made me think and I recalled that the last two times you journeyed from Nevrast there was no flute music in the garden’ replied Glorfindel.
‘That does not prove anything, Glory. Mayhap, Haldir is charmed by one of my personal escorts or guards’ reasoned the Noldo ruler.
The Lord of the House of the Golden Flower thoughtfully shook his head. ‘I thought of that, but by elimination I found only two possibilities. The last time you rode out, you had ten guards and two escorts. Six of those guards are married and two prefer female company. It leaves only two warriors and the escorts. As far as I know, both guards would gladly embrace the young elf as a lover and/or bonded mate, but both elves’ advances were gently turned down’ said Glorfindel.
‘As for the two escorts, one of them was Lord Ithlidin and the other was Lord Ecthelion who accompanied you that night’ continued the golden haired Noldo.
‘So it could be Ecthelion who captured Haldir’s heart’ said the king.
Glorfindel nodded his head.
‘True. That’s why I said that I’m not entirely certain about the matter. Mayhap with your approval I could put my theory to the test’ replied the Lord of the House of the Golden Flower.
‘Please, continue’ encouraged Turgon.
‘What if we organize your escorts and personal guards in a fashion that we could observe when Haldir’s serenade is absent from the royal garden?’ asked the golden haired elf.
‘Let’s give a try to three different situations. First, you ride out with a small company like last time, but without Lord Ecthelion. Second, you send out the Lord of the House of the Fountain from time to time to give you a report of the progress in the valley. Third, both of you leave the palace at the same time, to make sure I’m not mistaken and Haldir desires someone else’s attention’ suggested Glorfindel.
‘It is a good plan, my friend. I’m not fond of the idea of invading Haldir’s privacy, but I need to know if the young warrior has tender feelings towards me’ replied Turgon.
The Lord of the House of the Golden Flower raised his goblet to his lips with concern on his face. ‘What do you intend to do if it proves true? Will you send him away?’ asked Glorfindel.
‘If Haldir’s feelings towards me are indeed romantic in nature, I’ll let him decide if he wants to stay or go’ said the king.
‘I pray to the Valar that this time you’re wrong, Glorfindel. I love our young warrior almost as much as one of my own blood, but I cannot return his feelings’ added the Noldo ruler, his green eyes full of sadness.
Glorfindel reached out and gently caressed the ebony haired elf’s face with his palm.
Turgon let out a soft sigh and leaned into his friend’s touch. Only in Glorfindel’s company could the king let his guard down. Their closeness was beyond boundaries and the son of Fingolfin moved forward to seek comfort in his friend’s embrace.
‘I’m sorry, Tyalangan*. It was not my intention to upset you so’ whispered the golden haired elf, calling his liege the name that he had given Turgon in their youth.
‘I know, meldo. I’m grateful for your friendship. I do not know how I would’ve fared without you since she’s gone’ replied the king, resting his weary head on his friend’s shoulder.
‘You give me too much credit, Tyalangan. It’s your own strength and your love for our people that keeps you with us’ answered Glorfindel.
Turgon didn’t reply, but closed his eyes and relaxed in the warrior’s arms. The music from the garden floated through the night air and for the first time in months the sweet melody brought an ache to the king’s heart.
‘I should go and let you rest, meldo. A few hours from now the first host of masons and builders will go to the valley to lay down the foundations of our new home and I intend to escort them’ said Glorfindel.
‘No, Glory, I need you at the northeastern border. It’s the only way the enemy could try to send through its spies and you are the one who I trust to defend our lives and future. I’ll go with the builders. I want to see with my own eyes when the first stones of the city touch the ground’ said the raven haired ruler, pulling himself up from his friend’s embrace.
‘I’ll take Ithlidin and Ecthelion with me; you take Galdor and Haldir and stay there for the rest of the month. I’m also expecting the arrival of two of my cousins, Galadriel and Aegnor, at the end of the month and I need you to protect and lead them to Nevrast’ added Turgon.
‘As you wish my liege. Lady Galadriel will be thrilled to see Haldir. I do not know what it is about the grandchildren of Finwë and Indis, but it seems to me that all of you have a soft spot for the young Sinda’ replied Glorfindel.
The king’s mood lightened a bit at the golden haired elf’s words. ‘Yes, she’ll be more than thrilled. Last time she even asked Ithlidin to visit her in Doriath. I was almost certain that one day she’d marry Haldir, but when the young elf began his serenade I knew I was mistaken’ said the King.
‘It’s true, but her merriment will be short lived when she learns that the elf she fancies so longs for another’ nodded the golden haired lord.
Turgon sighed again as he glanced toward the garden. ‘Let’s hope that you are wrong this time, Glory. It will sadden me greatly to cause heartache for Haldir, but I cannot lead him to false hope’ declared the raven haired elf.
‘I understand, otorno*’ nodded the Lord of the House of the Golden Flower and rose to return to his quarters.
‘Glory, before you leave, please tell the guard that I need to see Ecthelion and Ithlidin right away and let my personal guards know to get ready to depart within four hours’ requested the king.
‘As you command’ the golden haired elf bowed and left Turgon’s chamber.
The Noldo ruler retreated from the balcony and walked to a heavy chest by his bed. The king murmured the secret words and the lid opened. Turgon reached inside and pulled out a map, then he repeated the words and the chest closed again.
The king glanced outside once more, marveling the beauty of the night sky then he exited his room and went to the library to meet the two elven lords.
In the branches of the tree Haldir was about to start a new melody, when his ears picked up a noise from the west side of the palace as someone opened the gate to enter the garden. The young warrior’s eyes searched for the newcomer and soon he saw that one of the king’s guardians hurried towards the building on the other side. That building was Haldir’s home and the young Sinda quickly climbed down to find out what news came from the palace.
The Sinda caught up with the guard at entrance door of the house. ‘Good evening! I assume that you’re here to see Ada’ Haldir greeted the guard.
‘Aye, my lord. King Turgon wishes to speak with Lord Ithlidin at once’ bowed the elf.
‘My father is not here. Ada is still with the patrol at the southern border. I’ll come with you in my father’s stead’ replied Haldir.
As the two elves made their way back to the palace, Haldir’s mine raced with thoughts. That Turgon needed his father so urgently at this hour meant that whatever the matter, it was very important.
Just as the Sinda passed through the main door Lord Glorfindel approached in full armor.
‘Good evening, my lord’ bowed Haldir to the Eldar.
The Noldo elf smiled at the youth. ‘And to you, Haldir Ithlidinion. I guess your father is not in Nevrast to answer the king’s summons’ replied Glorfindel.
‘You’re right, my lord. Ada is still with the border in the South and I hope that I can be of service for the king in his stead’ answered the silver haired elf.
‘Certainly. May I compliment your skill with the flute? It’s such a joy to listen to on such nights like this’ said the Noldo, watching the youth’s reaction to his words.
Haldir’s cheeks colored for a fleeting moment and the young warrior cast down his gaze as he answered. ‘You’re too kind, my lord. Many elves have skills better than mine, but I’m hoping to become a better player by practicing as much as I can. The beauty of the king’s garden helps me to better concentrate’ came the soft-spoken answer.
‘You are too modest, quén-nessa*. I’m sure that Turgon will miss it when you’re out on patrol’ probed the golden haired elf.
Haldir lifted his gaze from the ground and smiled at the Noldo lord.
‘I’m honored that the king finds my music enjoyable’ replied the Sinda.
‘Indeed youngling, but I won’t keep you any longer. Please give my regards to your parents’ said Glorfindel.
‘I shall, my lord’ bowed Haldir and both elves moved on to reach their destination.
The young elf swallowed a lump that formed in his throat at the sight of the Lord of the House of the Golden Flower and followed the guard to the library. The Sinda managed to quash the urge to turn around and steal one more glance at the golden haired Noldo, but he was still distracted when the guard announced him at the door.
The king looked up from the table and Haldir could have sworn that the Noldo ruler paled for a moment as the young elf entered the library.
To be continued…
Translations:
Otorno – sworn brother
Meldo – friend
Tyalangan – harp player
Quén-nessa – young one
Hugs: L’L
City of the Rising Sun
Chapter 3
Turgon stared at his closest friend for a while, not sure how to respond. It had been less than a century since the king lost his wife Elenwë, when his father, Fingolfin, guided a host of Noldorin across the Helcaraxë. The grief of losing his mate had almost cost Turgon’s life, but his father reminded him of his duty. He just could not abandon his people.
If Glorfindel’s statement was correct, Turgon would have to talk to the young warrior.
‘What makes you think that Haldir has feelings for me, otorno*?’ asked the Quendi.
The golden haired lord put down his goblet and held the king’s gaze while he answered. ‘My warden noticed that every time when you were outside of the palace, the young Sinda didn’t play a serenade. It made me think and I recalled that the last two times you journeyed from Nevrast there was no flute music in the garden’ replied Glorfindel.
‘That does not prove anything, Glory. Mayhap, Haldir is charmed by one of my personal escorts or guards’ reasoned the Noldo ruler.
The Lord of the House of the Golden Flower thoughtfully shook his head. ‘I thought of that, but by elimination I found only two possibilities. The last time you rode out, you had ten guards and two escorts. Six of those guards are married and two prefer female company. It leaves only two warriors and the escorts. As far as I know, both guards would gladly embrace the young elf as a lover and/or bonded mate, but both elves’ advances were gently turned down’ said Glorfindel.
‘As for the two escorts, one of them was Lord Ithlidin and the other was Lord Ecthelion who accompanied you that night’ continued the golden haired Noldo.
‘So it could be Ecthelion who captured Haldir’s heart’ said the king.
Glorfindel nodded his head.
‘True. That’s why I said that I’m not entirely certain about the matter. Mayhap with your approval I could put my theory to the test’ replied the Lord of the House of the Golden Flower.
‘Please, continue’ encouraged Turgon.
‘What if we organize your escorts and personal guards in a fashion that we could observe when Haldir’s serenade is absent from the royal garden?’ asked the golden haired elf.
‘Let’s give a try to three different situations. First, you ride out with a small company like last time, but without Lord Ecthelion. Second, you send out the Lord of the House of the Fountain from time to time to give you a report of the progress in the valley. Third, both of you leave the palace at the same time, to make sure I’m not mistaken and Haldir desires someone else’s attention’ suggested Glorfindel.
‘It is a good plan, my friend. I’m not fond of the idea of invading Haldir’s privacy, but I need to know if the young warrior has tender feelings towards me’ replied Turgon.
The Lord of the House of the Golden Flower raised his goblet to his lips with concern on his face. ‘What do you intend to do if it proves true? Will you send him away?’ asked Glorfindel.
‘If Haldir’s feelings towards me are indeed romantic in nature, I’ll let him decide if he wants to stay or go’ said the king.
‘I pray to the Valar that this time you’re wrong, Glorfindel. I love our young warrior almost as much as one of my own blood, but I cannot return his feelings’ added the Noldo ruler, his green eyes full of sadness.
Glorfindel reached out and gently caressed the ebony haired elf’s face with his palm.
Turgon let out a soft sigh and leaned into his friend’s touch. Only in Glorfindel’s company could the king let his guard down. Their closeness was beyond boundaries and the son of Fingolfin moved forward to seek comfort in his friend’s embrace.
‘I’m sorry, Tyalangan*. It was not my intention to upset you so’ whispered the golden haired elf, calling his liege the name that he had given Turgon in their youth.
‘I know, meldo. I’m grateful for your friendship. I do not know how I would’ve fared without you since she’s gone’ replied the king, resting his weary head on his friend’s shoulder.
‘You give me too much credit, Tyalangan. It’s your own strength and your love for our people that keeps you with us’ answered Glorfindel.
Turgon didn’t reply, but closed his eyes and relaxed in the warrior’s arms. The music from the garden floated through the night air and for the first time in months the sweet melody brought an ache to the king’s heart.
‘I should go and let you rest, meldo. A few hours from now the first host of masons and builders will go to the valley to lay down the foundations of our new home and I intend to escort them’ said Glorfindel.
‘No, Glory, I need you at the northeastern border. It’s the only way the enemy could try to send through its spies and you are the one who I trust to defend our lives and future. I’ll go with the builders. I want to see with my own eyes when the first stones of the city touch the ground’ said the raven haired ruler, pulling himself up from his friend’s embrace.
‘I’ll take Ithlidin and Ecthelion with me; you take Galdor and Haldir and stay there for the rest of the month. I’m also expecting the arrival of two of my cousins, Galadriel and Aegnor, at the end of the month and I need you to protect and lead them to Nevrast’ added Turgon.
‘As you wish my liege. Lady Galadriel will be thrilled to see Haldir. I do not know what it is about the grandchildren of Finwë and Indis, but it seems to me that all of you have a soft spot for the young Sinda’ replied Glorfindel.
The king’s mood lightened a bit at the golden haired elf’s words. ‘Yes, she’ll be more than thrilled. Last time she even asked Ithlidin to visit her in Doriath. I was almost certain that one day she’d marry Haldir, but when the young elf began his serenade I knew I was mistaken’ said the King.
‘It’s true, but her merriment will be short lived when she learns that the elf she fancies so longs for another’ nodded the golden haired lord.
Turgon sighed again as he glanced toward the garden. ‘Let’s hope that you are wrong this time, Glory. It will sadden me greatly to cause heartache for Haldir, but I cannot lead him to false hope’ declared the raven haired elf.
‘I understand, otorno*’ nodded the Lord of the House of the Golden Flower and rose to return to his quarters.
‘Glory, before you leave, please tell the guard that I need to see Ecthelion and Ithlidin right away and let my personal guards know to get ready to depart within four hours’ requested the king.
‘As you command’ the golden haired elf bowed and left Turgon’s chamber.
The Noldo ruler retreated from the balcony and walked to a heavy chest by his bed. The king murmured the secret words and the lid opened. Turgon reached inside and pulled out a map, then he repeated the words and the chest closed again.
The king glanced outside once more, marveling the beauty of the night sky then he exited his room and went to the library to meet the two elven lords.
In the branches of the tree Haldir was about to start a new melody, when his ears picked up a noise from the west side of the palace as someone opened the gate to enter the garden. The young warrior’s eyes searched for the newcomer and soon he saw that one of the king’s guardians hurried towards the building on the other side. That building was Haldir’s home and the young Sinda quickly climbed down to find out what news came from the palace.
The Sinda caught up with the guard at entrance door of the house. ‘Good evening! I assume that you’re here to see Ada’ Haldir greeted the guard.
‘Aye, my lord. King Turgon wishes to speak with Lord Ithlidin at once’ bowed the elf.
‘My father is not here. Ada is still with the patrol at the southern border. I’ll come with you in my father’s stead’ replied Haldir.
As the two elves made their way back to the palace, Haldir’s mine raced with thoughts. That Turgon needed his father so urgently at this hour meant that whatever the matter, it was very important.
Just as the Sinda passed through the main door Lord Glorfindel approached in full armor.
‘Good evening, my lord’ bowed Haldir to the Eldar.
The Noldo elf smiled at the youth. ‘And to you, Haldir Ithlidinion. I guess your father is not in Nevrast to answer the king’s summons’ replied Glorfindel.
‘You’re right, my lord. Ada is still with the border in the South and I hope that I can be of service for the king in his stead’ answered the silver haired elf.
‘Certainly. May I compliment your skill with the flute? It’s such a joy to listen to on such nights like this’ said the Noldo, watching the youth’s reaction to his words.
Haldir’s cheeks colored for a fleeting moment and the young warrior cast down his gaze as he answered. ‘You’re too kind, my lord. Many elves have skills better than mine, but I’m hoping to become a better player by practicing as much as I can. The beauty of the king’s garden helps me to better concentrate’ came the soft-spoken answer.
‘You are too modest, quén-nessa*. I’m sure that Turgon will miss it when you’re out on patrol’ probed the golden haired elf.
Haldir lifted his gaze from the ground and smiled at the Noldo lord.
‘I’m honored that the king finds my music enjoyable’ replied the Sinda.
‘Indeed youngling, but I won’t keep you any longer. Please give my regards to your parents’ said Glorfindel.
‘I shall, my lord’ bowed Haldir and both elves moved on to reach their destination.
The young elf swallowed a lump that formed in his throat at the sight of the Lord of the House of the Golden Flower and followed the guard to the library. The Sinda managed to quash the urge to turn around and steal one more glance at the golden haired Noldo, but he was still distracted when the guard announced him at the door.
The king looked up from the table and Haldir could have sworn that the Noldo ruler paled for a moment as the young elf entered the library.
To be continued…
Translations:
Otorno – sworn brother
Meldo – friend
Tyalangan – harp player
Quén-nessa – young one