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�Elrond, can you see now?� Galadriel asked. Dizzy with the waves of healing energy still rolling through him, Elrond opened his eyes. He could see her, with the slight fuzziness of having woken from sleep. He blinked a few times and his sight became clear, he could even see the embroidery on her gown and on the robe Celeborn had lent him.
�It worked.� He said in surprise.

She smiled. �You have a reason to see like never before. Will you go to them?�

�How did you know that was what I was planning?�

�If it were I, I would have rushed off already.� She grinned. He shook a finger at her and exited her talan at a brisk walk.
Glorfindel was asleep on his side when Elrond entered the curtained enclosure, and the sight of golden hair and a bare shoulder took his breath away. He paused, haste gone, and crept closer, one foot at a time.
The dark-haired bundle against the blonde�s chest slept fitfully, eyes closed as all young elven babies did. Her skin was pale and smooth, lashes long and dark, ears gently tipped. He was reminded of the twins. They had looked like that, or sort of. She had Glorfindel�s face, and indeed, she did have Elrond�s nose. Thank the valar, no sign of having my brow. He couldn�t help thinking.
She had been spared her fathers� worst assets, and was all the more beautiful for it. She seemed to glow. Elrond wanted to hold her, but Glorfindel didn�t show any signs of waking anytime soon. There were dark smudges of exhaustion under the glazed blue-green eyes, so Elrond reached down and as gently as he could, lifted the bundle out of the nest.
She stirred and he pulled her to his chest, where she cuddled. Supporting her, he bent down and kissed her. Her skin was smooth, and warm from sharing Glorfindel�s heat. Her eyes opened and she blinked at him in fascination for a moment, while he took in her ravishing deep blue eyes. The moment broke when she began sucking on her first two fingers and drifted back to sleep, black lashes splayed on her cheeks.
Besotted, he left the enclosure to take her to the clearing where Galadriel�s mirror was kept. He needed some time alone to think, and maybe, just maybe, to bond with his first and only daughter.
Settling himself on a tree root, he bent his head for more addictive kisses of sweet, innocent baby flesh.
Glorfindel woke to late afternoon shadows playing on the tree trunks and the leaves whispering in the wind. And to the bitten-off groans of those wounded and being cared for nearby.
His brow wrinkled in concern and he felt for his daughter to reassure himself. His roving hands encountered no babies. He looked around. No baby. Maybe someone was changing her? No, she was always kept near him, even when he paused to drink some tonic or eat soup the Lorien maidens had brought. Where was she now, then?
He sat up, and encountered no pains but for the sudden rush of blood that made him feel lightheaded. His head threatened to ache, but his body readjusted, blood flowing properly again. He reached up for a tree branch and pulled himself standing. His legs shook and knees threatened stiffly to give, but after a moment�s perseverance did as he asked.
After a moment to acclimate himself to standing and to several uneasy post-birth sensations ranging from twinges to all out cramps, he started out of the clearing to go looking for her. The women hadn�t expressly forbidden him to stay lying down, and he felt well enough that he could go on. If not, he�d have to just toddle back here and lay down ag

He was never before so glad there were this many trees in Lothlorien, without the branches to lean on he�d have fallen over and stayed down. In the clearing where wounded soldiers dozed to heal as quickly as possible from their injuries, several looked up at him. �Where is-� he began, but was interrupted. �Elrond took her with him.�

�Probably down to Galadriel�s mirror, it�s the only quiet place left.�

Glorfindel nodded at them. �Thank you.�
He moved on again.
When he came to the clearing, he paused to lean on a tree trunk and watch the endearing sight. Elrond was playing with her, his forefingers trapped in her chubby fists, singing to the baby propped on his knees. She chortled and wiggled her enjoyment, yawning and falling asleep again. Elrond freed his fingertips and rubbed her belly and sang to her.
Glancing up, he saw Glorfindel. �She was crying a moment ago, but when I played with her hands she looked at me.� He said, pleased with himself. Glorfindel smiled despite himself, and made his way over to sit on the bench beside the half-elf.
�Is it possible, do you think, for something to be rebuilt better than it was before?� he wondered.

�Some things are. It all depends on how the first building began.� Elrond answered. �And what if it began honestly and well, yet was hidden away; something the second could never hope to do?�

�Then perhaps it should be more beautiful and solid than before.�

They looked at one another, their daughter cradled between them, unable to say any more for a moment.
�So, what have you named her?� Elrond asked, changing the subject.

�I never thought of one. All this time I was in denial. I find I still am.� Glorfindel fell silent a moment. �Arwen.� He said at last.
Elrond smiled. It was like Glorfindel, to choose something simple, and for the already prissy-looking girl, the honorific title would be becoming. �You approve, then?� Glorfindel asked.

Elrond shrugged, looking at the sleeping infant. �She�s your daughter.�
�My daughter.� Glorfindel repeated, and somehow it sounded sad. The quiet grew uncomfortable. Elrond turned to Glorfindel and offered him the baby. He took her easily, wincing when she leaned on his tender chest.
He rose, and with the aid of the trees, left the clearing with Elrond staring wistfully after him.
**************
A shuffling walk and brisk ahem turned Elrond�s head up at the familiar voice. �Mithrandir!� he cried in surprise.
The old wizard smiled from under his hat. �Elrond. How are you during all this war and feuding?�

�Well enough, I suppose. Hoping it will end soon, one way or another. It appears I�ll either be forced out of these lands or own them all by the time this is over. Tomorrow, Galadriel says, I can go and reason with Erestor, but she has forbidden me to join in the fighting-whether for my health or her own reasons she did not say.�
Mithrandir chuckled. �I daresay the fighting is already over. Mirkwood retreated last night, and has a tentative truce with Imladris until further arrangements can be made. Not many died in battle, most were simply wounded enough to get them out of the way. A gentle war, I suppose.�
�Mirkwood retreated?� Elrond asked in shock. That didn�t sound like Thranduil.
�Yes, yes, Their King Thranduil fell at the hands of Lorien archers and Imladris swordsmen. The new King Legolas led the retreat and made the truce with Lord Erestor.�
�Has anyone told Glorfindel of this?�

�What business is it of his?�

�He was bonded with King Thranduil.�

�Things have changed between you and he.� The Istar noted.

�Yes. The day before yesterday he bore me a daughter.�

�Ah.� He said, and that was all for a while.
�Is Glorfindel up for visitors?� Mithrandir asked.

�He might be sleeping. He just walked all the way here and back.�

�He�s a strong fellow. I�ll go and see him.� Mithrandir rose and walked away.
Elrond called out to him. �Mithrandir? Be gentle with him. He�s not as tough as he makes out to be.�

The Istar nodded, and Elrond got up and went to go see Galadriel about this truce. He had a feeling she might want to go with him tomorrow.
************
�Will you, or will you not accept a truce and an alliance with Mirkwood?� Legolas demanded, frustrated with Elrond and Galadriel�s careful maneuvering. As patient and skilled as he was in diplomacy, he was upset over the death of his father, concerned for Glorfindel, and these noldor were being despicably dense when he tried to assure them that a written truce would not be dropped at the least convenience.
Erestor looked to Elrond. Several hours sitting in a camp tent in the remains of the scattered sindar army had made him restless to finish this business, but not at the cost of peace. Galadriel sat silent in the corner. So far she�d only deigned to join the conversation three times in the last few hours.
Elrond and Legolas had been doing most of the negotiations. So far, they�d managed to agree on borders, but nothing else. �I will not accept this truce as it stands now. Care to renegotiate the terms?� Elrond asked with a tinge of peevishness showing in his voice. He was still recovering, and although he liked Legolas well enough, he did not agree with the terms as they stood.
Galadriel interrupted before things could heat. �I think it is time to pause for the day. You can pick up tomorrow where you left off with fresh tempers and renewed patience.� She rose gracefully and exited, Erestor and Elrond and Legolas following her example.

�Tomorrow, then, lord Elrond. I look forward to it. I have a request of you though, may I call upon Glorfindel? I have heard you brought him along with you for the funerary events and I would like very much to speak with him.�
Elrond nodded. �That would please him, I believe. You are welcome to do so at your leisure, but Erestor shares his tent, so check with him first.� Erestor smiled at Legolas in a yes, striding across the camp after Elrond.
**************
Legolas came after nightfall, when Glorfindel had just lain down to nurse Arwen and Erestor was settled with a book, vaguely worrying about the twins. He cleared his throat outside and scuffed dirt against the tent wall.
�Who is it?� Erestor asked.

�Legolas.� He answered.

�Alright come in, but shut the flap up tight.� Glorfindel answered.
Legolas entered, and found the inside of the tent cheery and bright with the single lamp on the table. Glorfindel lay over against one wall in the shadows, looking at him. �Legolas!� he cried joyfully in greeting.
Hesitantly, Legolas crept closer and squatted beside the pallet. �Still feeling dreary?�

�Not as bad. Having her out helps.� He grinned at his friend.

�Her? It�s a girl, then?�

�Yes, I�ve named her Arwen.�

�Lady. That�s beautiful. May I see her?�

�I suppose you could look at her, but you�ll have to wait a while to hold her.� Glorfindel bared his chest and Legolas could see the downy soft black head nuzzled there. �She�s amazing.� He said in awe.
Glorfindel yawned, nodding. �So I hear you�re the new king.� He said when he could speak again, trying to keep the dark topic light. Legolas shrugged.

�Congratulations. How�s it sitting with you?�

�Not worth it. I miss Adar. He�d know how to handle all this.�

�Yeah, kill them all. You�re doing well, Legolas, really you are. Have patience and even Elrond will respect what you say after a while.� Legolas chuckled at that. It was either laugh or cry.
�For now, we go on and do what we must. I promise you I�ll cry with you after everything is settled.� Glorfindel said softly. Legolas bit his lip to avoid spilling the tears in his eyes. Glorfindel reached out and squeezed his shoulder comfortingly; Legolas rose. �I�ll come see you tomorrow after the burial. Elladan and Elrohir will be here in the morning, I�ve ordered them escorted here unharmed.� He said, and left the tent with a nod at Erestor.
***********
Something was going on. Elladan didn�t know what, but he was listening carefully, watching their sindar escorts for a chance to find out something. Elrohir also watched, but neither of them had any chance to talk, being forcefully threatened if they so much as looked like breaking the silence.
Chained hand and foot, bouncing along in the wagon, the only view was of soldiers, soldiers and more soldiers. Some were heading back in the direction of Mirkwood, and more appeared to be stationed in small camps.
When they stopped, they were hauled out of the wagon and dragged into a tent, told to stay still and left there. The tent was guarded, but Elladan and Elrohir took their opportunity to rest, sensing the unrest in the air.
***********
Thranduil would be buried at home, in the family plot, but today his body was laid in a tent for a final viewing. Soldiers went in and out all day, paying their respects to their king, laying flowers about. Elrond had gone in this morning with Erestor to bid farewell to his long-time enemy, and Legolas would take Glorfindel in the afternoon.
It was just before high noon, and the camp had stilled to near inactivity, conserving strength among the ranks not on watch. Tenuously planned was the return to Mirkwood vale at the end of the week, and the wounded were impatiently conserving energy to make the trip.
Galadriel, Legolas, and Elrond had held brief deliberations this morning, but they were highly unsuccessful, sparking a rare show of temper from Elrond when he stalked out abruptly. Legolas had inherited his father�s condescending nature, and had unknowingly sneered and baited the noldor lord once too many.
After Elrond had left, Legolas had risen to his feet, planning to stalk out as well, when Galadriel�s eyes on him stopped him in the act. �Sit.� She commanded. He sat sharply, jolting an unkingly squeak out.
She looked him over a long, long time. He sweated nervously and tried to pretend she wasn�t eyeing him. Finally she spoke, and he felt a rush of relief at having her inspection over.

�Elrond�s sons are his heirs.�

He didn�t understand.

�There are other alliances than paper treaties.�

Was she talking about her daughter�s marriage to Elrond, forming the alliance between Rivendell and Lothlorien?

�Legolas Thranduilion, have you not yet seen that a political marriage between yourself and Elrond�s sons would solve the issues you debate endlessly over?� she sounded mildly exasperated.
The light came on. �But he�d never agree�they�d never agree.�

�They might. You�re not particularly hateful of the noldor.�

�Only because my father harped so endlessly on it that I got sick of it and decided to see things my way.�

�Elrond�s sons are like-minded, only they fear their father�s opinion more. If you would but talk to them, I�m sure they might be convinced.�

He grew suspicious. �Have you seen them since I had them brought into this camp?�

She smiled mysteriously. �No.�

He didn�t believe her, but he wasn�t about to accuse her of lying. �Well,� he said, standing up �I�ll be off then, my lady.� He bowed, and scurried out of the tent.
Galadriel chuckled. The three princes were just right for each other; they just didn�t know it yet. She�d wait and see what would happen. If they needed her help, she�d step in, but it�d be even more amusing to simply watch them find their own way.
***************
It was harder than he�d thought it would be, seeing his friend and lover like this. So cold, so still. Glorfindel felt sad. He didn�t want to stay long, he was feeling shaky, but because he�d just nursed Arwen before leaving her with Erestor he had plenty of time before he needed to return.
He could mourn Thranduil now, if he liked, but he refrained, because Legolas beside him would not be able to until he went home, after all the negotiations were finished, after all the soldiers settled, after peace had returned. Possibly not for a very long, long time.
Thranduil was dressed well, laid out in his best armor polished to a bright sheen. Flowers adorned his helm and the room, but even the cheeriest of daisies could not brighten his and Legolas�s somber moods.
Thranduil, my friend. Glorfindel knelt beside the golden king, and leaning forward, pressed his face into the golden mane he was so vain of. How many nights had he spent wrapped in his arms, that hair stuck to him with sweat and spit and semen? How many nights had Thranduil buried his face in Glorfindel�s own legendary golden locks? It didn�t seem to matter now. Those brighter nights were gone. Even were it not for his death, things would have changed between them, they would have drifted apart.
Glorfindel wondered bitterly if it was his fault. He was the weakness of two great men, and he had brought them both low. At least Elrond hadn�t died. Granted, Thranduil probably wouldn�t have died if he had never been so directly involved with Elrond, and this war might have been postponed forever. All but for him, the feud would have gone on, Elrond would be fine, Thranduil would be alive, and Arwen would never have been born. In fact, he�d probably still have been mooning over Elrond like a lovesick elfling.
Whatever they�d had before Elrond had taken him to his bed had been lost that night, and faded away entirely over the following months. It had been replaced by something new, something remarkably like hate and suppressed adoration. Now, it was all out in the open. Just as he�d said before, right after Arwen was born, he couldn�t hide from Elrond anymore. And Elrond couldn�t hide from him. There was no way to hide from someone after you had a child with him, whether you hated the elf or not.
So maybe it was for the best after all, but that didn�t help matters. Thranduil was still dead. He wasn�t coming back. Legolas was king now. He had a daughter. Elrond� Some things had changed forever, and there was no going back to the way they were before, and no hoping for the future yet. Some things, like Arwen, he wouldn�t change for all the world. Some things, like Thranduil, he only wished he could.
He sat up, his eyes still dry. Legolas watched him quietly from the corner of the tent. �Want to go with me to talk to Elrond�s sons?� he asked quietly, and looked for a moment like the wide-eyed solemn elfling who would stand beside his father�s throne, feigning adult manners. Glorfindel wanted to sweep him up on his horse and take him for a ride to shake all the solemnity out of those eyes. Was he pretending now, like he did then?
�What about?� he asked, not mentioning how dizzy he was feeling from just walking here.

�I want to propose a certain kind of treaty, and that requires a little more courage than I have just now.�
�A marriage treaty?�

�Or at least an arrangement. Its not as if there will be heirs to worry about.� His lips twisted up wryly, but his eyes still looked sad. Glorfindel thought it over. It was a good solution, all things into consideration.
�If you�ll help me walk to wherever you�re keeping them without telling their father that they�re here, I�ll be glad to.� Glorfindel announced, getting out of the tent shakily and Legolas smiled at his deviousness. Glorfindel was clever to notice that Legolas hadn�t informed Elrond of his sons� status and had put two and two together fairly quickly. Childbirth hadn�t stolen his wits entirely, then, and Legolas made mention of that.
Being shoved into an open tent he was walking by, crashing in on three sleeping soldiers, was hardly becoming of a king, and he apologized profusely to the amused elves. Blushing, Legolas brushed himself off. He�d had it coming, and Glorfindel�s smirk was worth the indignity.
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Elrond was afraid to ask Glorfindel again. It had been two days, but those days had been very eventful and he had hardly talked to him during that time. He went to Glorfindel�s tent and scuffed his feet, knowing Erestor wasn�t home and Glorfindel was.
�Enter.� Glorfindel called out. He sounded sleepy.
Elrond entered, and as his eyes adjusted to the dimness in the tent, he could see that Glorfindel was most likely asleep or laying awake. Drawing closer, he sat in one of the chairs at the small table covered with Erestor�s maps and papers.
Glorfindel shifted, covering his chest with the blanket, but there was no hiding the suckling noises his daughter made. An uneasy silence settled. Elrond was the first to speak. �It�s been two days.� He noted.
Glorfindel glared at him. �And in that time my husband and best friend has been killed, and his son, another good friend of mine, has taken his throne. Are you happy now Elrond? Isn�t that what you wanted? To have everything your way, and have me too?� He was feeling irritable, and was starting to get angry with himself sounsounding twice as gruff and harsh as he meant.
�No, Glorfindel, that isn�t what I wanted. Do you think I expected this? Planned for it? Plotted it? Of course I didn�t. I may noke Tke Thranduil, but he�s close to you, and if I had harmed him I�d have harmed you too. Do you think I would do that?�
Glorfindel looked down at the baby on his chest pointedly.

�And not just because of her, either, Glorfindel. I love you. She�s just a bonus.� Elrond continued.
There was silence a moment broken only by breathing and the infant�s sucking.

�I love you too Elrond, but I�m not sure how I feel about you. When I�ve gotten it figured out, I�ll come to you.� Glorfindel promised.
Elrond stood, and went to the door, facing it, hiding his face to reveal his heart. �I�ll be waiting for you.� He said softly, and slipped out, closing the tent behind him.
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"So you're saying..."

"You want us to marry you."

"It�d be the most peaceful solution to the problem, yes."

"And we'll live together?"

"If you want. There�s no need for you to stay in Mirkwood all the time."

"And you'll come to Rivendell?"

"Now and then."

"And when our ada dies or goes to Valinor, or leaves us Imladris, you'll have a hand in its ruling?"

"Only if you let me. Just as I won't exclude you from the business of ruling Mirkwood, you may do the same. I won't require it though."

"What of heirs?"

"If either of you would like to take a concubine or two, I wouldn�t mind. Any children the three of us have will automatically fall heir to both kingdoms as ruler where we will be co rulers."

Elladan nodded, and Elrohir fell silent, thinking.
"I accept." They said together. "We accept." Elladan corrected his brother with a smile.
golagolas looked relieved. �And you're witness to this, Glorfindel?" he asked, turning to the blonde. Glorfindel smiled at the three princes. "There was no coercion or force involved." he verified.
Legolas rose, and helped Glorfindel to his feet before untying the twins. "We�ll make further arrangements later, after I bring up this solutto yto your father. You�re free to go about as you please, but watch yourself, there's a lot of my men who are angry with the noldor still and I fear they would bring you harm." Legolas reassured the twins, holding the tent flap open for Glorfindel. As Elrohir exited, he brushed a pine straw off his back. Elladan smiled at him.
It didn't look as though the twins hated the arrangement, as unlikely as it was. He himself would grow used to it, in time. There were some things that one couldn't avoid. Falling king, arranging an obligatory peace marriage, and burying his father were some of them. Without Glorfindel, though, he knew he wouldn't be able to go on.
He was like that, Legolas mused, following the blonde to his tent. Any woman wouldn�t have insisted that a litter be made for her to go to a peace meeting a few days after giving birth. Not many would be walking already. Glorfindel was strong and brave, gritting his teeth and moving on through pure willpower. It would have been allowed if he had wanted to lie around and sleep all the time, or mourn for his husband and friend.
When they reached the tent Glorfindel shared with Erestor, Legolas could hear the baby crying. Glorfindel muttered an oath upon surveying his chest after discovering a decidedly sudden feeling of dampness. �Was my tunic wet earlier too, or is this a new improvement?� he demanded of Legolas.

�I didn�t notice that it was wet earlier.�

�If anyone had, would they have said anything, or just let me be embarrassed?� the taller blonde grumped, going inside the tent after knocking to announce himself to Erestor.
Erestor was rocking the fussing baby, walking round and round. He looked relieved to see them both. �I don�t know what�s wrong with her!� Erestor shrieked over the wailing. Glorfindel rolled his eyes. �Can you not smell, Erestor?� he wondered aloud, taking the baby from him.
Erestor shrugged and fled the tent and the noise. Legolas watched him go. �I gather he doesn�t like babies?� he asked over the quieting sniffles and sobs. Glorfindel knelt and laid the baby on her back and began to change her, shrugging. Legolas discreetly took in his surroundings.
When he had done, Glorfindel nudged Legolas and offered him the freshly diapered wriggling bundle. Glorfindel changed his shirt while Legolas sang to Arwen, playing with her little fingers. It wasn�t time for Arwen to be hungry, not that her schedule was totally set up, but Glorfindel had caught on to what full felt like, and he wasn�t yet. Must have been her crying. He decided, noting that he needed to do laundry again, but his hips and back were hurting and he wanted to lie down.
�Can you hold her a bit? I need to lay down for a while.� He asked Legolas, who had just sat down. Legolas nodded, and Glorfindel laid down, stifling a moan as his hips shifted and back popped into place. After a moment it was bearable, comfortable even. �Don�t let me go to sleep.� He mumbled, missing Legolas�s grin and refusal to nod.
*************
The next day, it took all of Legolas, Elladan and Elrohir�s powers of persuasion to convince Elrond, and most of Glorfindel�s. In the end, Galadriel�s intervention settled the arrangement, and they were to depart the following day for the bonding ceremony. The soldiers they dismissed to their homes, telling them to keep an ear out for messages bearing details of new borders, laws and allowances.
That afternoon Legolas and Glorfindel went back to Mirkwood to bury Thranduil, and did not return until late in the night, both exhausted, Glorfindel particularly so. They started out early for Lothlorien, and Glorfindel was miserable, not that he�d ever let on. He slept most of the way, and Elrond circled around to check on him repeatedlyoughoughout the day. Galadriel smiled her mischievous, all-knowing smile when she saw this, but said nothing of it.
When they arrived, a round of baths and meals completed the day, and Glorfindel, being unable to climb a rope ladder into the talan he would share with Legolas that night, had to be carried up. Embarrassed, hurting and stiff, he was deliberately hateful to Legolas, who took it all in good stride and fair cheer.
The next day he was better tempered, and though he detested being carried down out of the �stupid tree�, no offense to the tree, he was benevolent and cheerful. Galadriel, Celeborn, Elrond and Glorfindel with baby Arwen were present for Elladan, Elrohir and Legolas�s bonding, which Mithrandir performed. The private ceremony concluded, there was a public feast in honor of the recent events-the feud�s end, Arwen�s birth, Legolas�s crowning, and the bonding.
Elrond, with much teasing, coaxed Glndelndel to eat far more than he would have ordinarily and Glorfindel was inclined to indulge the moody noldor. Elladan, Elrohir and Legolas were too busy feeding one another like birds to notice.
Halfway through the meal, Celeborn and Galadriel stood to make an announcement. The glade fell silent. Celeborn spoke. �Galadriel and I announce formally that we will be leaving for the havens this season. Lothlorien we gift to Elrond, who was a fair and kind husband to our daughter until her death. A toast in celebration; May all those who remain prosper, and those who go with us find peace and blessing.� Galadriel and Celeborn tipped their glasses together in a toast and all drank. A cheer went up from the crowd when they gifted one another with a kiss, a rare display of married affection for them, since both their lovers were present.
Despite the fact that they had married and lived long together, the fire of their relationship that had first blossomed into a hasty marriage kept by loyalty had faded after they had left Doriath. Celeborn and Galadriel, although married, were the best of friends these days, and wished one another well in seeking out other bed partners.
After the feasting was over, when it was growing late, Legolas intercepted Glorfindel climbing up into the talan they had shared and helped the still-weak blonde up. Inside the talan, Glorfindel tucked Arwen into her crib and turned to Legolas, who was lighting a lamp.
�Aren�t you supposed to be with your husbands?� he inquired.

Legolas sighed. �Yes, but there was something I must say to you first. Legally, Arwen is my sister and sister in law. I could raise her, if you wanted to go with Galadriel and Celeborn.�

Glorfindel looked at the baby in her crib for a long moment. �No. I�ll stay. She�s the only child I�ve ever had, and likely ever will.� he said with finality.
�Then I want to offer you the role of regent to the kingship in Mirkwood. You should have a choice in where you want to live, Glorfindel. I won�t be upset by either opportunity you choose; to stay with Elrond or live with me. Either way, I want you to visit me, and often.� Legolas insisted.
Glorfindel turned and laid a hand on the younger elf�s shoulder. �I am touched. You�re like a son to me, no no matter what, I assure you I will visit you often. How could I not? You�re all I have left of your father, and you and he were some of the greatest friends I ever had. No one could ever replace you. Now, go to your husbands and leave me to my thoughts.� He clasped the elf in his arms affectionately before releasing him.
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A N; this chapter took forever. Lots of action, dialogue and plot, not much fun to write. Sorry so late.
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