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[cirth]

This is not exactly a speed-written exercise, but as a ficlet it is somewhat rougher and more pointless than my usual stories. Anyway, it's about my Glorfindel in Third (or Second?) Age Rivendell, and it will make the most sense to people who have read SF8.

Comments

[maggiehoneybite]

It figures that those scrolls Glorfindel forged would turn up in interesting circumstances sooner or later.

But poor Erestor... I can't help but feel bad for him.

[dagmarjung]

In his own best interest, he should put the scroll into the public library for other elves to find it.

[tehta]

Or at least make a copy and put it there...

[tehta]

Why? Glorfindel wasn't mean about rejecting him or anything.

[maggiehoneybite]

This is true, but he was still rejected -- wah! And by the golden-haired seneschal, no less! His only remaining option now is to go after Elrond.

[dagmarjung]

Or worse, try his luck with Hildor.

[tehta]

Come on, they might be soulmates.

[ithilwen]

I felt bad for both of them. What an uncomfortable situation!

Of course, this raises the question of exactly why Glorfindel came back to Middle earth, when Ecthelion apparently didn't. Might there be a story there?

[tehta]

I already wrote one--the one with an Eagle?--and have a different one half-finished. My theory is that he would leave Mandos first, being such a happy sort with little need for healing.