Year of Madness
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Book Two ~ Chapter One
Book Two ~ Chapter One
“You look completely worn out,” remarked Lord Elrond after his secretary made his way out of the office. Sipping the tea that had been brought, he looked over Glorfindel again, and added, “In fact, you don’t look like you’ve rested for days.”
“I could say the same about you, my lord,” teased Glorfindel, noting the way the master of the house was slumped in his chair.
“My sons were a handful, but they slept through the night at least,” nodded the elflord. “But little Arwen, she is such a fussy child. Sweet and dear, and the most adorable baby elleth I’ve ever seen, but I am awakened throughout the night by her calls. I know you don’t have that sort of excuse,” smirked Elrond. “I think he would be most understanding if you told him you needed more sleep,” he said with a wink.
Glorfindel sighed. “Actually, that isn’t the problem. I’ve actually taken more rest than I ever have in the past. I used to lie down only when I was tired, but now I have a better reason to be in bed.”
Lord Elrond’s brows slowly began to ascend upon his forehead, but any smile or smirk was hidden behind his teacup.
“No, that isn’t what I meant,” corrected Glorfindel. “What I mean is...” He floundered to amend his statement and finally said, “From your own experience and those you know of others, when two elves decide to share one bed, do they not wish to better acquaint themselves with one another by simply holding one another until drifting into reverie?”
“No,” answered Elrond simply. “And I have three children to prove that point.”
“Fine, perhaps the rest of the lovers in Imladris can’t keep their hands off one another behind closed doors,” he huffed, not about to admit it was precisely the same in his case, “but such pleasures are not the reason I feel exhausted. I reore,ore, but I feel less and less revived. I have... nightmares,” he admitted.
Frowning, Elrond put aside his cup of tea. “When did these nightmares first begin?”
“They-“ Glorfindel grimaced and gritted his teeth, then answered as he looked at the floor, “the same night that we... that he and I...”
Lord Elrond interrupted and asked, “How frequent are they?”
“Every night I am near him. I can only rest on patrol, which is never much. A few nights I have come back and slept in the barracks before returning to the house-“
“You slept?” Lord Elrond could not help but ask.
“Aye. These nightmares, they seem not only to deny me rest, but to drain the rest of the energy from me.”
Lord Elrond nodded, apparently absorbing the information. “This is most disturbing, for I know of no other occurrence such as the one you speak of. I shall have to consult my texts to see if I can find a cure for this. Perhaps you might tell me what your nightmares are about, it may aide my search.”
“They’re all the same,” Glorfindel answered, a little embarrassed. “Always, I am with Erestor, and then I am called by someone, and when I look back, Erestor is gone. Then the voice that called me, I cannot see whom, he berates me. Ridicules me, tells me I am not worthy of Erestor, that I have disgraced him, and... and... other things I do not wish to say...” he trailed off.
“What other things?” pressed Elrond.
“Please, my lord, do not make me tell you,” begged Glorfindel. “I feel shamed enough that I cannot read this riddle on my own.”
“Does Erestor know of your nightmares?”
“I think he suspects something is wrong, but I have said nothing to him.”
Nodding slowly again, Lord Elrond said, “It may be your conscience. You are sometimes rather harsh on yourself regarding personal matters, and perhaps a part of you is unsure of this relationship.” Glorfindel leaned forward, listening intently, yet skeptically. “I don’t need to tell you that this is a strange set of circumstances. Most elves court for some time, become engaged, and marry no less than one year later. Your courtship lasted but a few weeks, and since then, have either of you honestly tried to woo one another, or have you fallen into a comfortable pattern that partners often do after years of togetherness?”
“The night after we first- when I was asleep, he changed his schedule to match mine. I never quite found a way to reciprocate,” admitted Glorfindel.
“You don’t need to compensate each other equally for things,” explained Lord Elrond. “No need to keep a tally of it. Just... romance one another. It’s far too early for the two of you not to, although, it’s rather lovely to see elves who have been with one another for thousands of years still bringh oth other flowers and breakfasts in bed.”
Glorfindel bit his bottom lip as he recalled the times in the past few months that he had blinked in the morning light to find a vase of bright golden flowers on his desk and a tray with food on the side table. “I’m really rather terrible at this, aren’t I?”
“You have ample time to practice,” Elrond assured him. “And I would be more than happy to advise on anything you wish, and I promise not to speak to my chief advisor about whatever it may be.”
“Thank you,” Glorfindel drank his remaining tea and stood to excuse himself. “With your permission, my lord, I shall take my leave.”
“One thing more,” insisted Lord Elrond. “Marriage.”
“What of it?” asked Glorfindel warily.
“Have the two of you spoken of it yet? I know that there are elves who live beneath this roof who do not wear such bands that bind them, and yet, I suspect there may come a time when the two of you decide it is a step you wish to take. It may also be one of the reasons you have your nightmares.”
Glorfindel let out a long breath and said, “Neither of us has mentioned the subject. You know it is forbidden in some places.”
“But not here, and not in Lorien, though rarely is it practiced in either. Certainly not in Mithlond. How often do you plan to travel to Mirkwood?”
“I have family in Mirkwood.”
“Ah. I can understand how this topic could vex you. Fear not, however,” said Elrond, “for if it were of great importance to Erestor, he would have told you by now.”
“How can you be sure?” asked Glorfindel.
“If Erestor wants something, he will let it be known,” smiled Lord Elrond. “He is the only member of the household to ever have come to me to remind me he was due a raise in wages. If there is something he wants, he will find a way to get it.”
Continued...
“You look completely worn out,” remarked Lord Elrond after his secretary made his way out of the office. Sipping the tea that had been brought, he looked over Glorfindel again, and added, “In fact, you don’t look like you’ve rested for days.”
“I could say the same about you, my lord,” teased Glorfindel, noting the way the master of the house was slumped in his chair.
“My sons were a handful, but they slept through the night at least,” nodded the elflord. “But little Arwen, she is such a fussy child. Sweet and dear, and the most adorable baby elleth I’ve ever seen, but I am awakened throughout the night by her calls. I know you don’t have that sort of excuse,” smirked Elrond. “I think he would be most understanding if you told him you needed more sleep,” he said with a wink.
Glorfindel sighed. “Actually, that isn’t the problem. I’ve actually taken more rest than I ever have in the past. I used to lie down only when I was tired, but now I have a better reason to be in bed.”
Lord Elrond’s brows slowly began to ascend upon his forehead, but any smile or smirk was hidden behind his teacup.
“No, that isn’t what I meant,” corrected Glorfindel. “What I mean is...” He floundered to amend his statement and finally said, “From your own experience and those you know of others, when two elves decide to share one bed, do they not wish to better acquaint themselves with one another by simply holding one another until drifting into reverie?”
“No,” answered Elrond simply. “And I have three children to prove that point.”
“Fine, perhaps the rest of the lovers in Imladris can’t keep their hands off one another behind closed doors,” he huffed, not about to admit it was precisely the same in his case, “but such pleasures are not the reason I feel exhausted. I reore,ore, but I feel less and less revived. I have... nightmares,” he admitted.
Frowning, Elrond put aside his cup of tea. “When did these nightmares first begin?”
“They-“ Glorfindel grimaced and gritted his teeth, then answered as he looked at the floor, “the same night that we... that he and I...”
Lord Elrond interrupted and asked, “How frequent are they?”
“Every night I am near him. I can only rest on patrol, which is never much. A few nights I have come back and slept in the barracks before returning to the house-“
“You slept?” Lord Elrond could not help but ask.
“Aye. These nightmares, they seem not only to deny me rest, but to drain the rest of the energy from me.”
Lord Elrond nodded, apparently absorbing the information. “This is most disturbing, for I know of no other occurrence such as the one you speak of. I shall have to consult my texts to see if I can find a cure for this. Perhaps you might tell me what your nightmares are about, it may aide my search.”
“They’re all the same,” Glorfindel answered, a little embarrassed. “Always, I am with Erestor, and then I am called by someone, and when I look back, Erestor is gone. Then the voice that called me, I cannot see whom, he berates me. Ridicules me, tells me I am not worthy of Erestor, that I have disgraced him, and... and... other things I do not wish to say...” he trailed off.
“What other things?” pressed Elrond.
“Please, my lord, do not make me tell you,” begged Glorfindel. “I feel shamed enough that I cannot read this riddle on my own.”
“Does Erestor know of your nightmares?”
“I think he suspects something is wrong, but I have said nothing to him.”
Nodding slowly again, Lord Elrond said, “It may be your conscience. You are sometimes rather harsh on yourself regarding personal matters, and perhaps a part of you is unsure of this relationship.” Glorfindel leaned forward, listening intently, yet skeptically. “I don’t need to tell you that this is a strange set of circumstances. Most elves court for some time, become engaged, and marry no less than one year later. Your courtship lasted but a few weeks, and since then, have either of you honestly tried to woo one another, or have you fallen into a comfortable pattern that partners often do after years of togetherness?”
“The night after we first- when I was asleep, he changed his schedule to match mine. I never quite found a way to reciprocate,” admitted Glorfindel.
“You don’t need to compensate each other equally for things,” explained Lord Elrond. “No need to keep a tally of it. Just... romance one another. It’s far too early for the two of you not to, although, it’s rather lovely to see elves who have been with one another for thousands of years still bringh oth other flowers and breakfasts in bed.”
Glorfindel bit his bottom lip as he recalled the times in the past few months that he had blinked in the morning light to find a vase of bright golden flowers on his desk and a tray with food on the side table. “I’m really rather terrible at this, aren’t I?”
“You have ample time to practice,” Elrond assured him. “And I would be more than happy to advise on anything you wish, and I promise not to speak to my chief advisor about whatever it may be.”
“Thank you,” Glorfindel drank his remaining tea and stood to excuse himself. “With your permission, my lord, I shall take my leave.”
“One thing more,” insisted Lord Elrond. “Marriage.”
“What of it?” asked Glorfindel warily.
“Have the two of you spoken of it yet? I know that there are elves who live beneath this roof who do not wear such bands that bind them, and yet, I suspect there may come a time when the two of you decide it is a step you wish to take. It may also be one of the reasons you have your nightmares.”
Glorfindel let out a long breath and said, “Neither of us has mentioned the subject. You know it is forbidden in some places.”
“But not here, and not in Lorien, though rarely is it practiced in either. Certainly not in Mithlond. How often do you plan to travel to Mirkwood?”
“I have family in Mirkwood.”
“Ah. I can understand how this topic could vex you. Fear not, however,” said Elrond, “for if it were of great importance to Erestor, he would have told you by now.”
“How can you be sure?” asked Glorfindel.
“If Erestor wants something, he will let it be known,” smiled Lord Elrond. “He is the only member of the household to ever have come to me to remind me he was due a raise in wages. If there is something he wants, he will find a way to get it.”
Continued...