Mila (A Glorfindel Fanfiction)

I am also an oaf

The nightmare never stopped ever since Mila woke up in this new reality.

No matter how safe the world was now without the eye of Sauron burning at the East, or how happy and alive were her friends that were lost, what happened with the war of the ring kept haunting her.

She disliked winter now. It reminded her of the cold of Caradhras, or of the icy floor of the tower where Saruman kept her a lifetime ago. And to think that Saruman stayed here in the same dwelling place as her in Rivendell...

His face in her memory made her trembled with fear. She'd give anything to forget. To distract her from the memory she didn't want. Why didn't she ask Varda to remove her memory too when she had the chance?

As per the usual, Mila stopped at the dining hall and greeted her friends cheerfully before starting her day as the young lords of Rivendell's servant. Today she made her way to the village on an errand to buy toiletries to stock and a rose oil in particular for Elrohir.

"It's for my hair," she remembered him saying, "I need to keep my gorgeous locks supple and hydrated for the winter. Besides, ladies love the smell. This hair care secret I got directly from King Thranduil of Greenwood."

Mila giggled to herself. Despite being tall, masculine male species, Elrohir cared so much about his hair, even more so than Arwen.

Today, she was also giddy to visit the bookstore. The other day she overheard Glorfindel mentioned to Rubin about a book he was dying to read-a book that she knew she saw some time ago in the bookstore. She was thinking of surprising him with the book.

Glorfindel, just like a lifetime ago, grew to be a good friend of hers despite her initial intent to keep away from him. Of course what they have now was not as as deep as the friendship they used to share during the war, but good enough for her to at least keep a look out on him. To make sure he was safe and have a good life in this new reality.

Before her thoughts went back to the darkness that was her past, Mila put a smile on her face and began her march out of the House of Rivendell.

She finished her errands efficiently, giving her more time to take a scenic route back home from the village.

She went through the winter wonderland forest of Rivendell, now blanketed with fluffy white snow that reminded her of Christmas holiday. She stayed on the small, less traveled path, though one or two elves did have same ideas as her and passed by to enjoy the scenery.

"Mila!"

A tinkling, warm voice that belonged to Erussiel called her. The pretty elf with red hair waved at her and beamed. Mila smiled and returned her wave.

"Lady Erussiel! Hello again," she greeted.

"Taking the scenic road, I see. It's beautiful, isn't it?"

"I hate winter. It's cold, but I can't deny that it's very beautiful," agreed Mila.

Both ladies made way for passing elves as to not block their way whilst chatting.

"You know, this place is nice, but I know a nicer place. Do you know that there's a frozen lake around here? The view is magnificent."

"Where?"

Mila, naively followed the beautiful elf off the path. Erussiel did showed her a place with exquisite view of the frozen lake under the evening sun that would soon begin to set.

"What are you doing in the village?" asked Erussiel.

Mila showed her the variety of the bath oils and shampoo she bought to stock for the twins of Rivendell.