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The Gift
by Mirasaui

Part 26: On the Road towards Reconciliation
Ithil's light guided the three elves back to Imladris. Lindir rested his head against Glorfindel's broad back, his arms clasped around his lover's waist. A heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders and for the first time since he had come to the Elven haven, he felt at peace. Asfaloth's steady gait and the warmth of his lover's body soothed and lulled him and before long he drifted into reverie. Haldir noticed and smiled at Glorfindel, nodding his head in the minstrel's direction. "He sleeps," he whispered, and Glorfindel returned the smile knowingly.
As they neared the gates, they were met by four guardians, who welcomed them and told of the half-elf's escape. While Glorfindel pressed for more detail, Haldir absentmindedly patted his Grey, taking in the conversation but realizing, sadly, that his stay here was coming to an end. One more day and night and he would leave for Lothlórien. He would be glad to see his brothers and the Golden Woods, but would miss his friends in Imladris.
They rode onward toward the stables, the quiet of the woods replaced by the familiar sounds of civilization. But there was a difference. Haldir could sense a tension in the air. Perhaps his unease was due to the information imparted by the guardians, but Haldir noticed he was not the only one to feel it, for Glorfindel also was more aware and alert.
The closer they came to the Last Homely House, the more evidence there was of increased security. Glorfindel swept his eyes across the yard and silently nodded his approval while the marchwarden unobtrusively watched his friend. Haldir knew the seneschal took the week's events personally, for the problems with the half-elf had started under his command and Captain Naldor was his protégé. One had to know Glorfindel to see the signs of his distress; the fist that rested upon his thigh, fingers clenched so tightly that the knuckles showed white; the slight narrowing of his bottom lip, and, in the few moments when he let down his guard, the insecurity that showed in his eyes. Haldir ached seeing his friend in such condition, and he vowed to do anything within his power to help, but for now all he could offer was his silent support.
Another guardian rushed up to them and expressed relief at their return. Glorfindel spoke to him in a controlled voice, the tone of a commander to a subordinate, but Haldir could see the effort it took for him to do so. The loss of his position, the escape of the prisoner, the flight of his lover and his subsequent rescue, the estrangement from his Lord whom he had taken an oath to protect, all had taken its toll. Glorfindel's personal life had been suddenly thrust full force into the public eye for all to view. For an elf of such legend, this was juicy fodder for the gossips, and Haldir knew the seneschal could not help but hear the whispers behind his back. Though to others he seemed unscathed, Haldir could see through his façade and he knew Glorfindel was hurting.
A lad stood outside as they neared the stables, his eyes travelling first to the elves then to Sador. He tsked at the slight limp she exhibited then looked questioningly at Glorfindel.
"She caught a stone in her back hoof and her muscles seized," the warrior said, his expression telling the groom he should not have questioned the mare's care. "She has rested and we kept the pace to a walk on our way back. It was the best we could do under the circumstances."
The lad bowed his head in respect then led Sador into the shelter of the barn. A second lad took Haldir's Grey and still another waited to care for Asfaloth. Glorfindel normally tended to his stallion, but the groom correctly surmised that the seneschal's main concern tonight would be Lindir.
Glorfindel tried to wake Lindir, but he could not. So, with Haldir's help he eased the minstrel from Asfaloth's back and carried him into the Last Homely House. Haldir followed, opening the door when they reached Glorfindel's chambers. The Elda entered his bedroom and laid Lindir on the bed then removed the minstrel's muddied boots and placed them on the floor. Crossing to a carved cabinet in the sitting room, he took out a decanter and poured a dark red wine into two matching crystal goblets. One he kept for himself and the other he handed to Haldir.
Haldir took it from him and swirled the liquid around in the glass, gazing at the goblet as if mesmerized by the golden flower etched into its surface, the symbol of Glorfindel's House in Gondolin. He took a sip of the wine, savouring its heady bouquet, rich flavour and velvety texture on his tongue. The liquid flowed smoothly down his throat leaving a faint smoky taste and he smiled in appreciation. "Trust the ancient warrior to have the finest," were his thoughts.
His host took a seat in a chair by the hearth, stretched out his legs and propped them up on an ottoman. He motioned for Haldir to sit and the Marchwarden chose a similar chair directly opposite. Haldir smiled. "You need a bath, Glorfindel, you and Lindir both." His eyes trailed over the Glorfindel's muddied leggings and tunic then to the other room where Lindir lay curled upon the bed.
Glorfindel held his wineglass up to the light and squinted. "I wish to relax and rest for awhile. I have much to do this night, Haldir. After I bathe and eat, I shall apologize to both Elrond and Erestor."
Haldir nodded, knowing that would not be easy for the warrior. "Speaking of Erestor, Glorfindel, may I ask you a question?"
Glorfindel looked curiously at the Marchwarden. "Of course you may, Haldir."
Haldir leaned forward in his chair. "Have you ever known Erestor to take a lover?"
Glorfindel was silent for a moment. "If you are thinking of yourself, he will not be interested."
"It is not that, I was thinking of a conversation Erestor and I had earlier." Haldir replied. Then he caught the true meaning of the Elda's words and looked askance at his friend. "And why would he not be interested, if I had the intention of pursuing him, which of course, I do not."
Glorfindel glanced at Lindir then turned his eyes back to Haldir. "I do not know why I said what I did, except that Erestor is...Erestor. He lives for his work and is close to no one. Are you truly interested in Erestor? Glorfindel looked closer at Haldir. "You are. I can see it in your eyes. Haldir!"
"What if I am," Haldir replied, "Would that be so surprising? Erestor is...different. He intrigues me."
The Elda regarded his friend for a moment then narrowed his eyes. "Do not play with Erestor, Haldir. He is also my friend and I would not see him hurt.
"The rumours are not true, Glorfindel," Haldir said softly. "I am not even sure how they started, or when. I do not fly from bed to bed as you and others imply. In recent times, my liaisons have been few and far between. I am not chaste. I have needs and there are always those willing to meet them, those who wish for nothing more than a night of comfort or pleasure. But suddenly my wants have changed, I desire more."
"If you deny the substance of the rumours, I believe you," Glorfindel said, "but you must admit you have never been subtle when speaking of your conquests. Maybe you do not bed as many as others surmise, but you do flirt shamelessly. Even I have been on the end of your salacious behaviour.
"Whether they are true or no, they exist, and in all likely-hood, would cause Erestor to avoid you like the plague." Glorfindel gave Haldir a discerning look. "If my presumptions have been false, perhaps it is because your title pushes others to brag they have had you, when in truth they have not. It becomes a symbol of status for some to boast familiarity with a senior officer. I find that happens in the ranks, unfortunate as it is." He frowned. "And you do not help yourself with that mask of arrogance you wear to those who do not know you. It is as if you issue a challenge, crack me open and see the prize that lies inside.
"Erestor, perhaps, appeals to you in the same way. He is a more than capable advisor and can hold his own with the best Middle-earth has to offer. But when it comes to matters of the heart, I liken him more unto Lindir. He will fall and fall hard for the elf who breaches his barrier, and again I say, he is not one I would care to see hurt. Make sure of your feelings before you think of approaching him. He is not a toy to be played with and then cast aside."
Haldir leaned back then took another sip of wine. "I will think on what you have said, Glorfindel. Seeing you with Lindir has reminded me of what I had so long ago and now miss. I suppose, I have always taken Erestor for granted, thinking of him almost as an extension of Lord Elrond, his shadow, dark and impenetrable. The other day, I glimpsed another elf. It took me by surprise and I have not been able to erase the incident from my mind." He raised the goblet once again and finished the last of his wine, setting the empty wineglass on a nearby table. Then he sighed. "It is all immaterial, Glorfindel, as I am near the end of my visit. Who knows when next I shall return to these Halls."
Glorfindel nodded. "As always, I will be sorry to see you leave. You are a good friend, Haldir. Do not forget what I asked of you the other night, for I dearly meant what I said." He drained the last of his wine and set down his goblet. Then he stretched and stood. "If you do not mind, I shall bathe and then order our dinner. After we eat, I will seek out Lord Elrond." He looked at Haldir disarmingly. "Would you mind once again staying with Lindir? I would not ask, but by the Valar, I do not wish to lose him again!"
"I do not think you need worry," Haldir replied. "But if it makes you comfortable, I will stay. Lindir is my friend and I enjoy his company, but do not tarry long. It is you he longs to spend his time with, not I." Haldir smiled.
Glorfindel gave Haldir a smile in return then went to take his bath.
Once Glorfindel had left the room, Haldir poured more wine from the decanter into his wineglass. He sat down again, sipping the wine slowly, looking around Glorfindel's chambers. The difference between the Elda's room and Lindir's was like night and day. The room was spacious and grand, with many pieces of finely crafted furniture, all reflecting the Elda's status as a lord. In the next chamber, he could see a glimpse of Glorfindel's bed. It was made from a rich, dark, finely-grained wood, its entire surface carved with the sun-shaped flower of his House, the Celandine. The same motif was embroidered in threads of gold on the heavy velvet drapes at the windows and on the matching coverlet upon the bed where Lindir lay.
In the room where he now sat, tapestries hung artfully on the walls. One depicted the Hidden City of Gondolin in all of its glory, its walls a brilliant white beneath a cerulean sky. Haldir's eyes moved to the next, of Cuiviénen, that place on the sea of Helcar where the elves first awakened under the stars. The weaver had captured the awe of the moment, for the faces of the elves all looked to the heavens. The soft glow of the stars, sewn in silvered thread, was mirrored on the water and Haldir wondered at that event which had been the Elves' beginning. A third tapestry, which Glorfindel had commissioned, was of the ancient warrior's family home in Valinor, where hopefully, one day he would return to rest. Only Glorfindel and a few other elves residing now on Middle-earth had experienced firsthand the beauty and peace the Undying Lands promised to the Firstborn, shores that Men would never visit.
There was one more tapestry that Haldir knew Glorfindel held dear, that of the Last Homely House, Glorfindel's current residence. It was pictured nestled in cliffs from which tumbled cascades of silvery-white water, the pools at their base bathed in rainbow-hued mist. The crafter had managed to re-create perfectly the detailed architecture for which the structure was renowned, the kiss of nature reflected in its every beam, wall and graceful arch. Haldir could make out the room in which he stayed as a guest of Lord Elrond, and recognized the tree that stood outside his window. Yes, he would miss this, he thought. But in spite of all that Imladris had to offer, Haldir knew his heart belonged in the Golden Woods of Lothlórien.
He sighed, and continued to look around the chamber. Heavy drapes, duplicates of the ones in Glorfindel's bedroom framed the windows, and the wooden cabinet from which Glorfindel had removed the decanter stood like a sentinel against the wall to the left of the hearth, as if guarding entrance to the room through the window's arched openings. In addition to the chair in which he sat, and the one vacated by Glorfindel, the room contained two long sofas. Both were carved in the same wood as the rest of the furniture and upholstered in a similar fabric as that of the drapes. Velvet and silk pillows of various shades of blue and green and gold, decorated with golden fringe, lay upon the plush cushioning, making a cosy nest for any who chose to rest there.
Bookshelves on the opposite wall contained a wide variety of leather bound tomes and other odd treasures that Glorfindel had accumulated in his time at Imladris. Haldir rose from his seat and picked up an interesting object from one of the shelves. It stood out, not because of its colour, which was a combination of deep red and brilliant gold, but because of its purpose and the fact that it looked well-used.
Haldir felt a movement, and a hand took the object from him and set it back onto the shelf. "You have discovered my not so secret, secret." Glorfindel smiled. "I indulge myself occasionally," he said as he placed the ash tray back upon the shelf.
Haldir laughed then picked up a small lidless box lined in silk which contained a round stone. It was cut in cabochon shape, domed on the top, flat on the bottom, its colour a lustrous, pearly, bluish-white. When the box was tilted, a shiny band of light moved across the stone, giving the appearance of the pupil in the eye of a great cat. "What is it?" Haldir asked, never having seen such before.
"It is a moonstone, said to give its owner luck in life and love." Glorfindel replied. "It was given to me a long time ago. There is an old saying, that if you give such a stone to the one you love, Ithil will bless your union, and that if you give one to a prospective lover, he or she will become your life's mate."
"So, this was gifted to you by a former lover?" Haldir asked, frowning slightly.
"No, not a lover," Glorfindel smiled at Haldir, "a very old and dear friend. You know him well, his name is Erestor."
"Why would Lord Erestor give you a lover's gift?" Haldir asked out of curiosity.
"I wondered the same when I opened it. But he told me he had a vision. That I would find my soul mate, and that it would be an elf from Imladris, a child of Ithil. At the time, I was amazed at his gift of foresight. I learned later that he had seen the love I had for Lindir and hoped one day I would act upon it. He intended for me to give it to the minstrel."
"Again, I am confused," Haldir looked at Glorfindel. "Was it not Erestor who warned Lord Elrond that you and Lindir had become lovers?"
Glorfindel nodded. "Aye, he did, but he felt it was his duty to his lord, that does not mean he did so gladly. Erestor is a romantic, and Lindir and I are his close friends. He always hoped the two of us would find a way to come together that would not harm Lindir's peace of mind. He never told me this until recently, but I know Erestor well enough to know how he thinks."
Haldir shook his head. "You are right. I do not know Erestor at all."
"What do you wish to know of Erestor?" A new voice entered the conversation, for Lindir had awakened and come to stand behind Glorfindel, resting his head on the Elda's shoulder.
"Ah, the sleeping beauty awakes," Haldir replied, deftly changing the subject. "I was under the impression, Lindir, you would sleep all night."
Lindir began to answer, but Glorfindel interrupted. "If we wish to eat, I need to visit the kitchen. You are welcome to use my bathing chamber, Lindir, and to borrow one of my robes. Our food should arrive soon after you finish."
Lindir raised his eyebrows and whispered to Glorfindel. "Are you insinuating that I need a bath?"
Glorfindel laughed. "Yes, for you are covered with mud from almost head to toe and I do not wish the linens of my bed to be the recipient of the earth of the forest. For that is where I plan for you to be tonight, Lindir, in bed with me!"
Lindir's cheeks turned pink and he lowered his eyes. Haldir was a friend, but that did not mean he was comfortable talking about such personal matters in front of him. The elf of Lindir's thoughts, laughed along with Glorfindel, winking at the Elda over Lindir's head.
Still laughing, Glorfindel went into his bedchamber and returned, carrying a pale coloured robe, which he handed to Lindir. "To the bath chamber, my love, I am off to the kitchen to see about our repast. I only hope that dragon of a cook is not the elf I must speak with to make the arrangements." He winked at Haldir then left.
-Lord Elrond's Study - the Last Homely House, Imladris
Lord Erestor sat in a chair across from the desk of Lord Elrond, his hands in front of him, his fingertips pressed together. Lord Elrond leaned forward, his elbows resting on the desktop, waiting for Erestor to finish speaking.
"I do not believe the peredhel stayed in Imladris, Elrond. Unfortunately, too much time elapsed between his escape and the notification of the guards. He should have been able to evade our forces without much problem. Commander Naldor did his best under the circumstances."
Lord Elrond frowned. "It was Glorfindel's duty schedule the guards were following. Can we honestly blame Naldor for the guardian's incompetence?"
"Nay, my lord, the guardians at the cell where the prisoner was held were not ones Glorfindel would have chosen if the cell had been occupied, and Commander Naldor, being in a bind, had to use the roster from the previous period. If blame is to be placed, it must fall on them both. But you must admit neither can be truly faulted. I think it is more a case of unfortunate circumstance. The prison guards have been reprimanded and held accountable for their negligence. But I say again, Glorfindel would not have assigned those with so little experience to guard a prisoner. During their original duty, the cells were empty of miscreants.
"That still leaves me in a quandary, Erestor. Commander Naldor wishes to step down and I am loath to leave the command of our forces to the elf under him. He is an excellent guardian, but he lacks the leadership experience such a position requires. Either I bring in an elf from outside Imladris, or do as Naldor requests and approach Glorfindel about returning."
"The guardians will not take well to an outsider, Elrond," Erestor said, "and who would you find that knows Imladris as well as Glorfindel. He has served as your seneschal from the beginning. He has the loyalty and trust of the troops, they would die for him."
"I do not deny Glorfindel's expertise, or the loyalty of his men, it is Glorfindel's loyalty to me that is in question. Where once I would have trusted him with my life, his actions of late have changed my mind. First, the men who attacked us should never have been allowed to cross our border. Second, he threatened me with bodily harm when I forbade him to see Lindir. Never has he done such before and meant it. And third, he broke a sworn oath. That is the worst offence of all."
Erestor waited for his lord to finish speaking then rose to Glorfindel's defence. "It is true, my lord, that we have had unusual activity as far as trouble with bandits and men. Mayhap, the peace of the past was due to Glorfindel's preparedness. The half-elf was crafty and the ambush was well-prepared. The men under him were trained in Elven warfare, and he knew the schedule of our guards. It was a deliberately planned attack, and I am not sure anyone could have prevented it.
"As to Lindir, Glorfindel lost his heart to the elf long ago. The signs were there for all of us to see, we just ignored them, as did Glorfindel. Lindir was too shy to reveal his feelings and probably would have kept them hidden. Haldir was the catalyst and your sons, unwittingly, with their plans for this gift-giving. I do not understand why Glorfindel broke his promise, but he is very territorial, and he answered your threat with one of his own when you gave him an ultimatum on Lindir. In addition, you questioned his performance as an officer. Glorfindel takes pride in his leadership, and was already upset over Tebring and the prisoner. You caught him at a very emotional moment."
Elrond nodded his head slowly. "You and Glorfindel have been friends, Erestor, for as long as I have known him. I would expect you to stand behind him, but it is the security of Imladris I must consider. Glorfindel today, is not the same Glorfindel I remember of old. He has changed, Erestor. Perhaps, he has grown bored over the centuries. I am not sure he is the elf to keep Imladris safe." Elrond stood then walked toward the window, gazing at the night sky and the grounds of the Last Homely House. "I am upset with Glorfindel, Erestor, but I do not let that cloud my judgment. I worry for him; he is my friend as well."
"If he is your friend, as you say, Elrond then talk with him." Erestor pleaded with his lord. "Tell him of your concerns, and give him a chance to state his side. He may have reasons we never considered that coloured his actions. He and Lindir have returned safely, along with Haldir. I would approach him tonight."
Elrond sighed and turned back toward Erestor. "As always, I respect your counsel. I will consider what you have said. Perhaps, I will speak with Glorfindel after dinner. It is time now for us to leave for the dining hall." Elrond gestured for Erestor to lead the way. "After you, my friend," he said, and the two left the office on their way to dinner.
-Glorfindel's Chambers, the Last Homely House, Imladris
Lindir had bathed and dressed and a servant from the kitchen had delivered their food, more than enough for all three elves. They had eaten and were enjoying a glass of light wine after dinner. Haldir sat in the chair before the hearth and Lindir sat across from him. Glorfindel paced the chamber, trying to decide what he would say to Lord Elrond.
"You will wear a hole in the floor if you keep pacing. Sit and relax, you can think just as well if you are comfortable." Glorfindel's pacing was wearing on Haldir's nerves. "Ask him to take you back, beg if you have to. You will not be content until you do."
"I worry, Haldir. A change is in the air, I feel it in my bones. It will be long in coming, but the darkness is gathering. Fell beasts will walk this world once more, and I am not sure I have the strength to fight against them. In addition, I have lost Elrond's trust, and can see no way to gain it back in the near future. I returned to Middle-earth to serve a purpose the behest of the Valar. But I am tired, I do not know if I can go through another age of war and battle. I long for peace, Haldir. Lately, I dream of the white gulls and the sea."
"I do not think it is the sea that calls you, mellonen (1)," Haldir replied. "I have felt the change, and also my lord and lady. Galadriel has sought the mirror more and more of late. We have word that Thranduil and Círdan are ill at ease, as I am sure, is Lord Elrond. There are whispers in the wind, and they forebode evil. You are not alone in your dark thoughts or your doubt. You are needed here, Glorfindel. There is no other that can protect Lord Elrond and his family as well as you. As you say, it is your destiny. Do not stray from the path, I have faith you will find guidance."
"As always, Haldir, you ease my mind, and now I also have Lindir on my side." Glorfindel smiled at his lover then kissed Lindir's cheek. He straightened and stood to his full height, a look of determination on his face. "It is time. Lord Elrond should have retired from dinner and is, I pray, in his study sharing a glass of wine with Erestor. I have nothing to lose by speaking to him, and I owe them both an apology. I will return." And with that, he left the room, closing the door behind him.
A few moments later, Glorfindel stood in front of another door, the one that led to his lord's study. He raised his hand and knocked upon its panelled surface.
"Enter," Lord Elrond commanded and Glorfindel did so. As he had thought, his lord and Erestor were standing near the window, a glass of wine in hand. They both turned at his entrance.
"Lord Glorfindel," Elrond's formal manner towards his former commander did nothing to build Glorfindel's confidence.
Glorfindel swallowed around the sudden lump in his throat then nodded to his lord, "Lord Elrond, Lord Erestor? May I have a word with you both?"
"Have a seat, Glorfindel. Whatever you have to tell us, we are willing to listen."
Glorfindel declined the offer of a chair. "I prefer to stand, my lord, if you do not mind. What I have to say will be brief. I am not proud of my actions this past week. I have lashed out at those I care for and said words that I regret. I apologize to you both and hope you can find it in your heart to forgive my foolishness."
Erestor walked closer to his old friend. "I accept your apology, Glorfindel. I understand this week has been trying, and I would never let a few words said in anger destroy the friendship we have held for so long." Erestor looked meaningfully at Lord Elrond.
"Thank you, Erestor, for your support. I value your friendship more than you know." Glorfindel smiled warmly at Erestor, thanking his old friend for his kindness and understanding. He turned to Lord Elrond and awaited his response.
Elrond was slow to speak and when he did, his manner was very formal. "I will accept your apology Lord Glorfindel, for I believe you are sincere in your words. But I was distressed by your behaviour. I hesitated to speak with you before, as I feared your temper, this last week it has been uncontrollable. Now that your demeanour is calmer, I hope you will provide answers to my many questions. If you will take a seat, we have much to discuss."
"Yes, my lord." Glorfindel nodded and seated himself on a small bench set against the wall. He crossed his hands and placed them in his lap. His youthful countenance and the guileless look his in wide, blue eyes made him appear docile and contrite. One who did not know him would think him incapable of the violent change in temperament that could turn such an innocent-looking elf into an aggressive battle-hardened warrior of almost insurmountable force and might. For Glorfindel was at home not only on the battlefield, but also in the heat of the council chamber. His power with words was second only to Lord Erestor and Lord Elrond. Those who faced him in his fury would never forget the experience, and Lord Elrond had a long, long memory. "I would speak with you on the problem of Imladris' security, but first you need explain your decisions regarding Lindir. You broke an oath sworn long ago, and I fail to see the justification for your actions. It is enough that you placed the elf in jeopardy, but you threatened to cut my throat when I tried to save Lindir from your questionable behaviour."
Glorfindel's eyes narrowed and Erestor held his breath. He feared the words his friend would say next.
"My questionable behaviour?" Glorfindel's voice began to increase in volume. I swore an oath not to reveal to Lindir the cause of his parent's death. That was all. I took your advice when Lindir neared his majority not to act on my feelings toward him, but that was another matter, that had nothing to do with my oath. When Lindir admitted his feeling toward me, I almost rejected him. But Varda intervened and blessed our union. Do you question the will of a Vala!"
Erestor's heart sank. He had hoped Glorfindel could sit through this conversation with his lord without losing his temper, but it looked as if he hoped in vain. Glorfindel was, unfortunately, just beginning.
Glorfindel rose from the bench and stepped toward Lord Elrond. "All these years, we have treaded softly around Lindir, thinking the knowledge we hid from him would make him succumb to grief and fade or wish to leave Middle- earth, wish to sail west. But, I say this to you, Elrond, we grossly misjudged Lindir. His memory suffered from the terrible ordeal, but not at the level we thought, he..."
"What Glorfindel is trying to tell you, my lord, is that I saw my father murdered and my mother raped repeatedly, until she too left for the Halls of Mandos. My parents were not killed by orcs, like I let everyone believe, but by the hands of men. And I watched them die and I was forced to dig their graves afterward. I did lose my memory, but it was of the time after their death, the time when I struggled to survive. The secret that you hid from me for such a long time, thinking to protect me, was one I already knew."
Lords Elrond, Erestor, and Glorfindel spun around at these words. Lindir stood in the doorway, his hands at his side, his fingers curled into fists, and he did not look happy!

Notes:
1. mellonen - my friend
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