All Mythical Things

Bond with the Unbondable

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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"Milord." Glorfindel looked up from where he was sitting down. At that moment, he is cleaning and polishing his sword. Something he neglected to do for the past few days. The steel, though filthy with dark blood and other unidentifiable matter, still gleams with sharp elegance.

An hour must have passed since he left Erika on the riverside to have time for herself, his mind might not be at full ease but he has to respect her wish for privacy. He gave a word to everyone about it, especially to the men with them who hardly knew her. It is not like he does not trust them but men can hardly control themselves, besides it is not just any woman or any ellyth he wanted to keep safe but the person he loves.

It's funny because he was never a person to loathe other's imperfection. People, not only men, make a lot of mistakes and so he thought he should look past those mistakes in order to live with everyone in harmony. Of course that depends on what kind of mistake one has made. If it is something beyond forgiveness like taking another person's life, then judgement must be passed. But as he thought of Erika, he can not help but to be a little bit selfish. And probably he felt slightly territorial though he had no right.

Thankfully, the men did not ponder much about it and took no offence to his words. Rather he could see amusement in everyone's eyes, the ellyn are particularly curious but they kept the questions to themselves.

"Something… amusing has occurred." Bronwëg said with a strange expression.

"Speak of it."

"Earlier, one of the men who was about to set up some nets on the shallow part of the river found a pile of fish and other marine food. Now there are even live crabs crawling around and even oysters and clams mix in the pile. They are abundant in size."

"By the grace of the Valar…" Glorfindel murmured in surprise. 

"What is strange about it is that, according to one of our Teleri warriors, these kinds could only be found in the ocean. Some of the big clams we saw are a distinct type of pearl producing clams that thrive in a calm salt water environment and certainly not in a fresh water river with strong rip currents. What more, is that… Some of the fish have a mark of being hunted. They are pierced with something sharp, be it a harpoon or a spear."

"Something must have hunted them but why leave everything near our camp? It was as if it were being gifted." Glorfindel ponders, sliding his sword into its scabbard before standing up. "Come and take me to that place."