Valarindi

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Languages :

'Valari words/ or Erika's mother tongue'

"Quenya/Sindarin"

"Westron/Common tongue"

"Others"

Disclaimer: LOTR and Silmarillion are properties of J.R.R. Tolkien and Tolkien Estates. None of the songs used in the story are mine too and only borrowed for entertainment purposes.

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The group that Glorfindel leads is just a league away from the river of Little Lhun. It was an easy ride with the sentries riding ahead of them who had not detected any danger lurking around the area. Both the eldar and the edain enjoy having light conversations throughout their short journey and some elves humoured the Second Borns with songs and ballads about Glorfindel and his deeds about the battle of Gondolin. Obviously, his fight to the death with the balrog of Morgoth was sung and told with the elves switching the songs from Sindarin and Quenya to the language of men so that they could understand the tale.

Glorfindel is already used to it, his subordinates, thought of his story as their inspiration to become stronger. And it is not a bad thing, in fact, he is happy that for once, the young ones' will to fight does not come from trying to survive an endless battle of greed and kinslaying. Granted they have felt the cruelty of this world's evil from the War of the Last Alliance but that at least has tested their strength as warriors who were fighting for peace. They fought with their hearts set in the right place.

They fought enemies who were not of their kin and they fought to protect, not conquer. The battle of the last alliance was a battle that taught both men and the elves to co-exist.

It was something his kin in the past did not learn. They were very proud. And thought because they were the Firstborns who the Valar cherishes, they could devour everything.

The woman in his arms listens to the ballad closely bearing a face painted with curiosity. Her eyes spark as she listens to the scenario the ellyn was trying to tell.

And when it reached the part where his hair was caught by the balrog and he was pulled down to his death, her face was painted with sorrow that even her lips trembled. She turned her head behind and looked at him, she laid her hands atop his forearm as if trying to comfort him. A heartbeat only passed before she took back her gaze and looked down.

When Glorfindel heard a sniff, his fëa became restless and his heart was in pain. "Has the story brought you grief, melwen ?" He wrapped his left hand around her small ones while the other held Rhosfein's bridle.

"I can't exactly picture you in that situation… but I feel as if I saw it with my own eyes already." She said as she shuffled her face with the back of her hand.

"Now, that has already passed, Erika. It is merely a story being told in a song."

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