The Long Journey Home
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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
9
Views:
6,571
Reviews:
25
Recommended:
2
Currently Reading:
1
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The Rain
Title: The Long Journey Home
Author: silmfan (trueself101@yahoo.com)
Rating: PG so far
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Warning: m/m slash
Setting: Near the beginning of the Third Age, before the War of the Ring and when Elrond’s sons are still young elflings. Slightly AU (?)
Disclaimer: Obviously, these Elves do not belong to me.
Notes: There’s no absolute certainty that I will complete this…it looks like it might turn out to be a long series. It depends on how much time I have (which is not a lot to begin with). I also have a tendency to leave stories unfinished when my imagination well runs dry. But, here goes.
My thanks to those that read and reviewed.
Again, feedback is appreciated.
Note: I know my tenses fluctuate throughout the story…but please bear with me, as tenses are not my strongest point...
Chapter 8: The Rain
A distant thunder reached Glorfindel’s ears during one of his afternoon training sessions.
“Rain is coming.”
The youngest patrol member muttered and scowled since Glorfindel was just about to teach the group the sword maneuver Turgon, former lord of Gondolin, was well known for. Glorfindel smiled at the sable-haired youngster and patted his shoulder.
“Fear not. The sun will shine tomorrow and I will teach you then.”
The young Elf nodded reluctantly, trusting in Glorfindel’s judgment. The older an Elf was, the more in tune he or she was with nature, the oldest part of the world.
“Arrive an hour early tomorrow, remember. You are all dismissed.”
Picking up their weapons and practice targets, the group chattered light-heartedly and headed toward the weapons storage room. Glorfindel sheathed his sword and knives and took off his sword belt, tucking it inside his leather satchel. He headewardward the East Wing, planning to take a bath, but he stopped as a sickly golden flower barred his way. The warrior stared at the frail thing for a while, the little plant bringing back memories of his days at Gondolin…
During the First Age, in Gondolin, there was a tradition practiced by many Elves in which they performed a particular rain dance in the early fall as a farewell to all those green and dear. Glorfindel’s people, those of the House of the Golden Flower, performed this cheerful ritual especially for the beloved golden elanors that adorned their dwellings.
Smiling, Glorfindel hurried up to the entrance of the East Wing and placed his weapons and satchel under the wide, open arch that served as a doorway. He then sat next to the small golden flower and waited for the rain to come. The grey clouds rolled swiftly closer to the Last Homely House.
Elrond’s twin sons grumbled as they headed toward the main building with their parents leading the way. Elladan and Elrohir had to quit their leaf hunting (whoever found the biggest leaf won) and go inside, due to the impending rain.
“Ada, we could still hunt leaves in the rain…”
Elladan pouted, whining to the best of his ability.
“You want to continue only because Elrohir found the big lea leaf so far. You know you cannot stay outside when it rains. It is unreasonable.”
Elrond stopped and turned to face his eldest son. An experienced father, he was unperturbe Ell Elladan’s pitiful plea. Celebrian gently rubbed Elladan’s back, attempting to comfort him. Elrohir, who didn’t really care where he was going at the moment, let his gaze wander to and fro. His large, bright eyes spotted an Elf, with a gold curtain of hair, sitting not too far away.
“Glorfindel!”
Elrohir tugged at his father’s sleeve and pointed excitedly to his tutor.
“So it is.”
Elrond seemed amused by his younger son’s cheerfulness. Celebrian, however, peered thoughtfully at the warrior.
“I wonder what he’s doing…it seems as if he’s waiting for the rain to come.”
Elrohir ceased his tugging and Elladan’s whining died down.
“Why?”
Their simultaneous cries caused Elrond to sigh and Celebrian to smile.
“I don’t know, little ones. Why don’t you go ask him?”
Elladan gleefully bounded away towards Glorfindel while Elrohir rocked nervously on his heels.
“But you said…we couldn’t stay outside.”
Elrohir’s small voice prompted Celebrian to kiss the top of his head and to pat his bottom encouragingly.
“Go on. Ask Glorfindel if you want to know.”
Giggling, Elrohir raced after his brother. Elrond frowned and turned to his wife with parted lips, apparently about to comment indignantly on his wife’s lenience. Celebrian proved to have the quicker tongue, however.
“Hush, Elrond. Children will be children. They deserve to explore all the elements of nature…even the rain. Let them have thfun.fun.”
Elrond scowled in an un-Lordly manner and placed his hands firmly on his hips. Celebrian merely suppressed a chuckle and leaned against a nearby stone column, watching her sons with sparkling eyes.
Glorfindel let out an “oomph!” when two playful balls of energy collided with his back.
“Hello, Elladan…Elrohir. Yes, I know who is who.”
The twins’ tutor laughed as he recalled his first lesson with the youngsters. The twins had tricked him by swapping identities – Elladan pretended to be Elrohir and vice versa. But after a few more lessons, Glorfindel could easily tell the two apart, more from their personalities than their looks. Elladan tended to more outgoing and rambunctious while Elrohir was more inclined to be shy and obedient.
“Master Glorfindel, what are you doing?”
Elladan sat down cross-legged next to his golden-haired tutor and blinked curiously at him. Elrohir sat down close to his brother and held his hand. Glorfindel smiled at the two while running the tips of his fingers over the browning grass in front of him.
“Well, I am sitting…and waiting for the rain to come.”
“But…you’ll get wet.”
Elrohir’s small voice was tinged with such bewilderment that Glorfindel could not help laughing. Confused, the twins wondered if their tutor was all right in the mind.
“Of course! You have to be wet if you want to do a rain dance.”
The warrior’s eyes sparkled with mirth. The twins’ own eyes widened in wonder and curiosity.
“A rain dance?”
“But of course! Now, do you remember where I used to live? A long time ago?”
“Gondolin.”
The twins’ simultaneous chirps caused Glorfindel to smile again.
“That is right. You see, back when I lived in Gondolin, we used to perform a rain dance every year in the early fall as a way of saying goodbye to the trees and flowers.”
“But…what about the grass? And the mulberry bushes? Do you say goodbye to them, too?”
Elrohir drew up his knees and placed his sad, worried face on them. Glorfindel reached over and patted Elrohir’s head.
“Of course. Grass, mulberry bushes…anything that is dear to Yavanna.”
At these words, Elrohir brightened up and looked satisfied. Elladan tugged on Glorfindel’s sleeve.
“Can you teach us the rain dance?”
Glorfindel stood up and extended his hand to help the twins up.
“Oh, who could deny you two?”
“Master Erestor.”
Elladan wrinkled his nose while Elrohir nodded in assent. Glorfindel glanced upward at the rumbling clouds then back at the twins, a wry smile on his face.
“I’m not surprised. But come, you two must hurry and learn the dance before the rain starts.”
With the natural agility and balance of Elf children, Elrond’s sons easily mastered the basic steps. They giggled and skipped around with innocent light-heartedness, adding in a few quirky flairs of their own to the old dance.
Glorfindel smiled and tilted his face towards the heavens to catch the first raindrops on his long eyelashes.
Erestor sighed as he finished yet another inventory report. Now that he was done with his usual day-to-day duties, he had to begin working on his dissertation on the progression of the architectural designs of Men. It was expected to be completed and filed within a half year, but the sooner it was done the better.
Erestor started at the shrieks and laughter that suddenly mingled with the sound of rainfall. They sounded rather familiar…
‘The twins…what are they doing out in the rain?’
He carefully shook droplets of ink from his quill back into the inkwell and stood up. He then walked a few steps toward his right, turning his head a little to the side to see better from the window. The advisor narrowed his eyes and spotted, through the rivulets of water droplets, the twins performing some sort of…rain dance…with Glorfindel. Erestor’s lips thinned considerably.
Glorfindel stopped in mid-dance and laughed heartily as Elrohir attempted to claw off the dripping strands of hair that seemed so insistent upon clinging to the young Elf’s face. Elrohir muttered a “humph!”, frustrated, and looked up at Glorfindel for help. Elladan merely stuck his tongue out and continued frolicking, adding a little of his own antics to the Gondolin rain dance. Glorfindel smiled and as he smoothed back a few strands from Elrohir’s eyes, Elrond’s youngest son suddenly uttered a squeak and pointed upwards insistently. Glorfindel followed the youngster’s finger and saw a stern Erestor who had his arms firmly crossed. The warrior placed his hands on his hips and called out to the advisor, his strong voice carrying easily through the glass.
“Well, there you are, Master Erestor! Come dance with us.”
Upon hearing Glorfindel’s impromptu invitation, Erestor stiffened and immediately turned to sit back behind his desk, clenching his quill and tersely jabbing it inside the inkwell.
Glorfindel raised an eyebrow and let a broad smile spread across his fair face. He then took Elladan and Elrohir each in hand and began to dance more exuberantly than he had ever done before.
Author: silmfan (trueself101@yahoo.com)
Rating: PG so far
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Warning: m/m slash
Setting: Near the beginning of the Third Age, before the War of the Ring and when Elrond’s sons are still young elflings. Slightly AU (?)
Disclaimer: Obviously, these Elves do not belong to me.
Notes: There’s no absolute certainty that I will complete this…it looks like it might turn out to be a long series. It depends on how much time I have (which is not a lot to begin with). I also have a tendency to leave stories unfinished when my imagination well runs dry. But, here goes.
My thanks to those that read and reviewed.
Again, feedback is appreciated.
Note: I know my tenses fluctuate throughout the story…but please bear with me, as tenses are not my strongest point...
Chapter 8: The Rain
A distant thunder reached Glorfindel’s ears during one of his afternoon training sessions.
“Rain is coming.”
The youngest patrol member muttered and scowled since Glorfindel was just about to teach the group the sword maneuver Turgon, former lord of Gondolin, was well known for. Glorfindel smiled at the sable-haired youngster and patted his shoulder.
“Fear not. The sun will shine tomorrow and I will teach you then.”
The young Elf nodded reluctantly, trusting in Glorfindel’s judgment. The older an Elf was, the more in tune he or she was with nature, the oldest part of the world.
“Arrive an hour early tomorrow, remember. You are all dismissed.”
Picking up their weapons and practice targets, the group chattered light-heartedly and headed toward the weapons storage room. Glorfindel sheathed his sword and knives and took off his sword belt, tucking it inside his leather satchel. He headewardward the East Wing, planning to take a bath, but he stopped as a sickly golden flower barred his way. The warrior stared at the frail thing for a while, the little plant bringing back memories of his days at Gondolin…
During the First Age, in Gondolin, there was a tradition practiced by many Elves in which they performed a particular rain dance in the early fall as a farewell to all those green and dear. Glorfindel’s people, those of the House of the Golden Flower, performed this cheerful ritual especially for the beloved golden elanors that adorned their dwellings.
Smiling, Glorfindel hurried up to the entrance of the East Wing and placed his weapons and satchel under the wide, open arch that served as a doorway. He then sat next to the small golden flower and waited for the rain to come. The grey clouds rolled swiftly closer to the Last Homely House.
Elrond’s twin sons grumbled as they headed toward the main building with their parents leading the way. Elladan and Elrohir had to quit their leaf hunting (whoever found the biggest leaf won) and go inside, due to the impending rain.
“Ada, we could still hunt leaves in the rain…”
Elladan pouted, whining to the best of his ability.
“You want to continue only because Elrohir found the big lea leaf so far. You know you cannot stay outside when it rains. It is unreasonable.”
Elrond stopped and turned to face his eldest son. An experienced father, he was unperturbe Ell Elladan’s pitiful plea. Celebrian gently rubbed Elladan’s back, attempting to comfort him. Elrohir, who didn’t really care where he was going at the moment, let his gaze wander to and fro. His large, bright eyes spotted an Elf, with a gold curtain of hair, sitting not too far away.
“Glorfindel!”
Elrohir tugged at his father’s sleeve and pointed excitedly to his tutor.
“So it is.”
Elrond seemed amused by his younger son’s cheerfulness. Celebrian, however, peered thoughtfully at the warrior.
“I wonder what he’s doing…it seems as if he’s waiting for the rain to come.”
Elrohir ceased his tugging and Elladan’s whining died down.
“Why?”
Their simultaneous cries caused Elrond to sigh and Celebrian to smile.
“I don’t know, little ones. Why don’t you go ask him?”
Elladan gleefully bounded away towards Glorfindel while Elrohir rocked nervously on his heels.
“But you said…we couldn’t stay outside.”
Elrohir’s small voice prompted Celebrian to kiss the top of his head and to pat his bottom encouragingly.
“Go on. Ask Glorfindel if you want to know.”
Giggling, Elrohir raced after his brother. Elrond frowned and turned to his wife with parted lips, apparently about to comment indignantly on his wife’s lenience. Celebrian proved to have the quicker tongue, however.
“Hush, Elrond. Children will be children. They deserve to explore all the elements of nature…even the rain. Let them have thfun.fun.”
Elrond scowled in an un-Lordly manner and placed his hands firmly on his hips. Celebrian merely suppressed a chuckle and leaned against a nearby stone column, watching her sons with sparkling eyes.
Glorfindel let out an “oomph!” when two playful balls of energy collided with his back.
“Hello, Elladan…Elrohir. Yes, I know who is who.”
The twins’ tutor laughed as he recalled his first lesson with the youngsters. The twins had tricked him by swapping identities – Elladan pretended to be Elrohir and vice versa. But after a few more lessons, Glorfindel could easily tell the two apart, more from their personalities than their looks. Elladan tended to more outgoing and rambunctious while Elrohir was more inclined to be shy and obedient.
“Master Glorfindel, what are you doing?”
Elladan sat down cross-legged next to his golden-haired tutor and blinked curiously at him. Elrohir sat down close to his brother and held his hand. Glorfindel smiled at the two while running the tips of his fingers over the browning grass in front of him.
“Well, I am sitting…and waiting for the rain to come.”
“But…you’ll get wet.”
Elrohir’s small voice was tinged with such bewilderment that Glorfindel could not help laughing. Confused, the twins wondered if their tutor was all right in the mind.
“Of course! You have to be wet if you want to do a rain dance.”
The warrior’s eyes sparkled with mirth. The twins’ own eyes widened in wonder and curiosity.
“A rain dance?”
“But of course! Now, do you remember where I used to live? A long time ago?”
“Gondolin.”
The twins’ simultaneous chirps caused Glorfindel to smile again.
“That is right. You see, back when I lived in Gondolin, we used to perform a rain dance every year in the early fall as a way of saying goodbye to the trees and flowers.”
“But…what about the grass? And the mulberry bushes? Do you say goodbye to them, too?”
Elrohir drew up his knees and placed his sad, worried face on them. Glorfindel reached over and patted Elrohir’s head.
“Of course. Grass, mulberry bushes…anything that is dear to Yavanna.”
At these words, Elrohir brightened up and looked satisfied. Elladan tugged on Glorfindel’s sleeve.
“Can you teach us the rain dance?”
Glorfindel stood up and extended his hand to help the twins up.
“Oh, who could deny you two?”
“Master Erestor.”
Elladan wrinkled his nose while Elrohir nodded in assent. Glorfindel glanced upward at the rumbling clouds then back at the twins, a wry smile on his face.
“I’m not surprised. But come, you two must hurry and learn the dance before the rain starts.”
With the natural agility and balance of Elf children, Elrond’s sons easily mastered the basic steps. They giggled and skipped around with innocent light-heartedness, adding in a few quirky flairs of their own to the old dance.
Glorfindel smiled and tilted his face towards the heavens to catch the first raindrops on his long eyelashes.
Erestor sighed as he finished yet another inventory report. Now that he was done with his usual day-to-day duties, he had to begin working on his dissertation on the progression of the architectural designs of Men. It was expected to be completed and filed within a half year, but the sooner it was done the better.
Erestor started at the shrieks and laughter that suddenly mingled with the sound of rainfall. They sounded rather familiar…
‘The twins…what are they doing out in the rain?’
He carefully shook droplets of ink from his quill back into the inkwell and stood up. He then walked a few steps toward his right, turning his head a little to the side to see better from the window. The advisor narrowed his eyes and spotted, through the rivulets of water droplets, the twins performing some sort of…rain dance…with Glorfindel. Erestor’s lips thinned considerably.
Glorfindel stopped in mid-dance and laughed heartily as Elrohir attempted to claw off the dripping strands of hair that seemed so insistent upon clinging to the young Elf’s face. Elrohir muttered a “humph!”, frustrated, and looked up at Glorfindel for help. Elladan merely stuck his tongue out and continued frolicking, adding a little of his own antics to the Gondolin rain dance. Glorfindel smiled and as he smoothed back a few strands from Elrohir’s eyes, Elrond’s youngest son suddenly uttered a squeak and pointed upwards insistently. Glorfindel followed the youngster’s finger and saw a stern Erestor who had his arms firmly crossed. The warrior placed his hands on his hips and called out to the advisor, his strong voice carrying easily through the glass.
“Well, there you are, Master Erestor! Come dance with us.”
Upon hearing Glorfindel’s impromptu invitation, Erestor stiffened and immediately turned to sit back behind his desk, clenching his quill and tersely jabbing it inside the inkwell.
Glorfindel raised an eyebrow and let a broad smile spread across his fair face. He then took Elladan and Elrohir each in hand and began to dance more exuberantly than he had ever done before.