Accepting the Past

Summary: Glorfindel has returned from the Halls of Mandos. But sometimes he doubts that he is really in Arda and it is actually all a dream. Old friends from the past come and help Glorfindel accept his new life. Features Ecthelion, Turgon, Idril, Tuor, and Earendil.

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Glorfindel was quiet and unresponsive as he sat in a chair in the room that had been given to him for his own. You see, Glorfindel didn’t call the room as his own, because, to him, ‘his room’ was the room that he had once occupied long ago in Gondolin. A little less that a year ago, he had returned to Middle Earth, the land that he loved. But in just a week it would be the exact same day that he had died and returned. And Glorfindel was having a hard time accepting the fact that he had died, and returned, and now he was alive and healthy again.

There were actually only three beings who lived in Arda at the time being, who knew who he really was: Cirdan, Elrond, and Glorfindel’s faithful horse, Asfaloth. When Glorfindel had decided to look around the boat that he was sailing in to get back to Middle Earth, he was shocked to find that he had a pure white horse that had a silver mane as a traveling companion, who was in fact Asfaloth, the exact same horse as the one he had had in Gondolin long ago. Apparently, the Valar favored him. When Glorfindel’s small, but comfortable, swan ship arrived in the Grey Havens, it was noon. Therefore everybody was up and about when the ship came into the harbor. Of course, the boat sailed on its own, needing no sail or oars, because the Valar guided the ship. Everyone had seen the ship coming, but nobody thought much of it, as the Havens was a place for boats. But Cirdan, being the gracious host that he was, had come out to personally greet whoever was onboard, and had received the shock of his entire immortal life, when he saw the passengers. For as a fact, Glorfindel had been dead for two ages, not to mention also his horse; but when Elflings learn history, they unfortunately do not learn about many horses, so we won’t go into those Asfaloth-ish details. Glorfindel had requested that his real identity as Glorfindel the Balrog Slayer, be kept a secret, and Cirdan had grudgingly agreed, as did Elrond. So here was Glorfindel, newly reborn, with only two elves and a horse to whom he could pour out his thoughts and feelings to. But apparently, all three of them were out of the question. One elf was quite far away(Cirdan) and as for the other elf, (Elrond), Glorfindel didn’t want to bother as Elrond had a lot of duties to attend to. And Glorfindel also didn’t want to look like a weird elf that spent twelve out of twenty-four hours in a day in the stables talking to a horse. So Glorfindel found consolation in his memories as he let his mind lead him through certain parts of his past life.

“Wow, this is amazing, Ada! Does the sun go down, and then come back up every year?” Earendil asked his father, Tuor excitedly. “What do you mean, ion nin: the sun goes down and them comes back up?” Tuor asked. “Well if the sun isn’t rising again, what’s that reddish orange light?” Earendil pointed out. “Ai Elbereth. Spare us,” Idril gasped, her eyes wide with fright.

Glorfindel shuddered at that memory, but his mind was already moving on, and he did not have time to think about those horrible moments when the Gondolindrim had realized that something was desperately wrong.

“Glorfindel! Ecthelion! I have a son! I am a father!” Tuor all but yelled out the happy news to his waiting friends. “Congratulations, mellon nin, what is the young boy’s name?” Glorfindel asked, happy for his friend. “His name is Earendil!” Tuor called out excitedly. Tuor was literally bouncing with joy. “Lover of the Sea. What a wonderful name, mellon nin!” Ecthelion called out to his friend, also happy for him.

“Those were happy times, full of joy and hardly any fear,” Glorfindel murmured.

Parry. Swing. Duck. Stab. Swing. “Are you two finished with your fighting?” Idril called out, startling Ecthelion and Glorfindel who were in the middle of sparring. “Well, ummmmmm.” “We weren’t really, ahhhhhhhhh, fighting.” “You looked as if you were trying to kill each other,” Idril said, and them she burst out laughing. “Oh!” she gasped out when she stopped laughing. “You should have seen your faces!”

“She always did tend to be carefree,” Glorfindel said softly.

“Now then. I know that you two are very skilled warriors, and therefore I think that you should be able to handle Earendil for five hours. Alright?” Turgon said to Ecthelion and Glorfindel, who were, to be truthful, frightened. They knew that Earendil had suddenly found playing pranks highly amusing. “But, fighting and elfling sitting are two totally different skills!” Glorfindel blurted out. Ecthelion nodded his head in agreement quite forcefully. Turgon raised an eyebrow, and Glorfindel and Ecthelion looked at each other in disbelief, horror, and betrayment.

“Those five hours were a disaster. Almost got us all killed,” Glorfindel mumbled.

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To Be Continued. I will update faster if I get more reviews. Seriously. Oh, and if you have any suggestions, please tell me.