Chapter 7

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Glorfindel had been standing at the front gate to Imladris for far longer than he would have liked early in the morning. Still, he had to wait so he could greet Thranduil and his party. The commander let out a growl and tapped his fingers on his sword. Normally he wasn't the impatient type, but waiting for someone he didn't want to see made it that much worse.

"Do you know when he was scheduled to arrive, Commander?" Maethorion stood, his back up to a tree. He was polishing off his sword with a small piece of cloth. "We might end up standing here all day long."

"I hope not, Maethorion. Standing here all day would take from the celebration!" He looked back to his second in command with a tired smile. Tonight was the last night. Tonight was the night that everyone drank, sang, and made fools of themselves. Tonight is when bad desisions are made and the prices are paid in the morning. "Besides, Lord Elrond told me here would be here well before the lunch hour."

"The lunch hour is well away, commander."

"Wonderful. Maybe he'll be here then." Glorfindel rubbed Asfaloth on her muzzle, glancing up every few seconds to see they were silently approaching. Maethorion looked around as if there was something hiding around a corner that they couldn't see. Glorfindel couldn't lie, he felt the same.

The wind russled the silver bells on the harness of Asfaloth, a sweet sound floating on the wind. His golden locks were pushed around in the breeze along with Maethorion's silver hair. Glorfindel grumbled and began to pace, but before he got far into his new way of wasting time there was the sound of hooves on hard stone.

"I think they're here, commander." Maethorion looked to Glorfindel with worried look. The commander gave a snort before straightening out his robes and other clothing items. Just as his second has said, the party of Thranduil could be seen riding down the hill. The two glanced over at each other and reached a silent agreement. They climbed a top their steeds and waited for the horses, and elk, to come down to the valley.

Thanduil's elk could be see in the center of the group. It's large antlers made it the easiest of all of the animals to  spot. Though, it was well know that he did not ride a horse. Glorfindel tapped Asfaloth on the flank and the white steed walked forward a little. Maethorion's steed, a stallion that looked of pure silver, walked up to their side.

Glorfindel closed his eyes and took a deep breath, remembering the manners that he would have to execute during this time. The horses of the King came faster than Glorfindel had thought, their pounding hooves making a sound that rang in the commander's ears.

"Lord Glorfindel, what an honor it is!" The elk rode up and the others moved aside. Thranduil the 'Elven King' rode up. The King was known for his stunning looks and political power. He was wearing light robes that were for a Lord, not really a King. In front of him sat an elfling that shared his hair and had his mother's eyes.

"Ah, King Thranduil." Glorfindel knelt his head, which was all he could do on horseback. "The honor of this meeting belongs to me." He looked up and gave the King and bright smile that was anything but real. "I am here to take you to the city."

"So, does Elrond think I am so witless that would get lost in his little valley?" Glorfindel held back the urge to snap that he was the Lord and that he should address him as such. "Don't answer that, I'm sure Elrond has the best of intentions." The Woodland King gave Glorfindel a kind smile that the commander was sure he could see through.

"I see you brought someone else with you." Glorfindel looked at the boy on the elk and raised an eyebrow. He was surely the Prince of Greenwood, but Glorfindel didn't like to assume.

"Ai, my manners seem to be out of line. This is my son and heir, Legolas." Legolas waved shyly from the back of the elk. Thranduil looked at Maethorion and then back to Glorfindel. "I'm afraid I do not know who you have with you, Lord Glorfindel."

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