Vacation
Part 7
And one last little detail... this chapter is, once again, short... *flees*
Part 7…
“So exactly what did Glorfindel say in regards to this competition? Something along the lines of it being small?”
A quick nod in answer before Manwë pulled a freshly laundered tunic, his own this time, over his head. His verbal response to Lóriens question being slightly muffled by both movement and cloth.
“I would be interested to know what his idea of a large competition would be then. It looks as though the entire elven population is participating.”
“Stop your exaggerating.”
“Who’s exaggerating?”
Lórien found himself to be slightly disappointed when a drawn out sigh of exasperation was his only response. After several minutes of watching Manwë comb and braid his hair Lórien grew tired of the silence and took steps to break it.
“I hope you don’t mind but I took the liberty of putting your name down for two of the events.”
“Events?”
“Mmm… yes.”
“What events?”
“Sword fighting and archery.”
“Sword fighting *and* archery?”
“Correct. Oh and your events are for the advanced fighters so you will hopefully find them somewhat of a challenge.”
“Lórien, did you happen to forget that I am a Vala?”
“Now I know what you are thinking, that you didn’t bring your bow. But, you needn’t worry, I’m certain you will be allowed to borrow one of the training bows. Now don’t go giving me that look! You need to loosen up, have some fun… enjoy yourself. We are here on vacation you know. Learn to have a little fun.”
“A friendly sparring match with Glorfindel is one thing, but enrolling me in a competition against other elves is quite another. I could hurt someone.”
“You won’t.”
“Lórien…”
“You won’t! You know what you’re capable of and you know when to hold back.” Walking forward until he stood in front of his Lord, Lórien placed a reassuring hand on Manwë’s upper arm. “Everything will be just fine.”
Turning Lórien headed back towards the doorway, stopping at the threshold to toss one final departing comment on his way out. “Just so you know, I have it on good authority that your little minstrel has a ‘thing’ for skilled warriors… and he’s going to be watching the competition.”
And with that Lórien slipped out the door and headed towards the training grounds where the contest was being held.
Staring at the door way where Lórien had stood moments before Manwë contemplated his words. Pivoting to face the mirror again he gazed at his reflection, tugging his tunic straight and smoothing his hair one last time. Perhaps Lórien was right; perhaps he should loosen up just a little, stop fretting so much and enjoy his vacation as much as possible.
With that thought in mind Manwë leisurely followed the path Lórien had so recently trod, whistling softly as he walked.
To Be Continued…