First to Remember (Wattys2015)

Chapter 3

I open my eyes to the bright sunlight pouring through my window. After glaring resentfully at it for several minutes, I manage to heave myself out of bed. Per my usual morning schedule, I quickly get dressed in whatever is in reach and I take my breakfast in my room, remaining cut off from society. I can't bring myself to talk to any of the other elves.

I don't want to talk to any of the other elves.

I decide that I should probably go outside. That translates to 'have a sulk in the bushes'. A part of me is ashamed at the way I am behaving, ashamed of how I am rude to anyone who tries to befriend me. Shaking my head to dissipate the remorseful feelings, I peek out of my window to see if anyone is in the garden. Only seeing only one elf, who's bright golden hair makes me squint a little, I decide it to be safe for a stroll (sulk).

Slipping into the hallway outside of my room, I peer around corners as I sneak to the gardens. I really don't want to risk I run-in with Elrond. He won't stop pestering me to 'at least come and eat with the rest of us'. Ugh.

My wounds are practically healed (I attempt to avoid the thought that my memory is the only thing not working properly) and I have begun making plans for leaving Rivendell. It's not like I'm attached to the place. Another reason not to make any friends.

I walk into the gardens and peer around to see if that elf with the annoying hair is close by. Seeing nothing, I walk forwards, taking the familiar path towards the fountain I often frequent.

Sitting on the brim, I gaze at my reflection with sadness. I desperately wish to know who I was, I am fighting for this knowledge, but it always escapes me. Sometimes I feel as if it is all right at the tips of my fingers, but then it just... drifts away.

"May I ask what troubles you, my lady?"

I yelp and narrowly miss falling into the fountain. Twisting around to glare at this unsuspecting elf, I am met with the sight of the same elf I had encountered a few days ago, right at this very spot. I also recognize the hair. Mentally slapping myself for not recognizing that crucial fact, I begin plotting a way out of this highly unwelcome situation.

"Oh! I remember you!" he says cheerfully as he begins to move around the fountain towards me, "You are the unusual elleth who seemed to be offended by my company!" As he finished this, a look of mock hurt crosses his face and he places a hand over his heart. "I am deeply offended."

I raise my eyebrows at this odd ellon and I receive a mischievous grin in return. I keep trying and failing to come up with a successful escape route as the ellon comes to a stop in front of me and a little to my left, effectively blocking the closest path leading away from the fountain.

"May I ask your name?" he says with a charming smile. He seems totally unfazed by my lack of responses and when he receives nothing but a glare in response to his question, he goes along without blinking.

"Very well, I shall tell you mine, and maybe you will feel more inclined to tell me yours," he says with a slight bow. I find myself suppressing a smirk. "I am Glorfindel. There. Are you feeling any inclinations?"

I raise my eyebrow and he pouts. "I'll take that as a 'No'."

After a slightly amusing staring contest, in which I am guessing he is attempting to intimidate me into giving him my name, he suddenly grins, "If you will not give me your name, I shall have to make one up for you."

At this declaration, I feel my mouth go slightly ajar.

He is looks overly thoughtful for a minute

"How about Ilran?"

At this I snort in disbelief.

"You are not going around calling me that!"

"No, I certainly won't. You've just ruined the point of it," he chuckles.

I rolled my eyes. I can't believe I fell for that. I look up at the sun and finally come across a means of escape. I put an expression of feigned alarm on my face and exclaim, "Oh dear! I am late! I am sorry, but I really must go!" I jump up and try to scoot around him.

Glorfindel moves aside and laughs, "I shall let you pass, though I am fairly certain you are lying," he bowed, "Farewell, Lady Laaesse."

I ignore him and practically run out of the garden.

*o*O*o*

I know now that there is still a part of me that longs for friendship. For socialization. And I can also tell that it is starting to win the battle it is having with the part that doesn't want contact.

The rather one-sided 'conversation' with Glorfindel is what started the ball rolling. I find myself thinking of him often, and I find this fact very irritating. Often, I wish I had told him my name, and had stayed and talked with him. I smile when I think of the 'name' he had given me. Glorfindel really was an unusual elf.

I feel a now familiar pull to go to the garden, in hopes that he will be there. I try to ignore it, but it is relentless. I get up, almost against my will, and walk cautiously towards the gardens.

I don't even know what I would do if Glorfindel actually is there. I'd probably run away again.

Meandering towards the fountain, I attempt to ignore my thoughts (I really am not very good at ignoring myself...).

Sitting down on my usual spot, I stare off into space in another worthless attempt to recover my memories.

"What is it with us and this spot?"

This time I actually do fall into the fountain.

Sitting in the water, beyond soaked, I glare up at Glorfindel, who has the cheek to laugh.

"NOT FUNNY!" I yell indignantly as I clamber out of the fountain. Glorfindel was to doubled over in laughter to even think of helping.

"Yes it is... It's hilarious," he choked out.

"IS NOT!"

"Is too!"

"IS NOT!"

"Is too!"

"IS-"

"Alright! You win!" Glorfindel said, trying to gain some semblance of control over his laughter. "I will walk you to your rooms, I am afraid you are in need of a new dress."

"Oh no you don't! I don not want you knowing where I sleep!" I huff indignantly, attempting to wring out my hair.

Glorfindel sniggered, "Oh.. it's not me you need to worry about. I will give you a warning. Never EVER let the twins know where you sleep."

"The twins?" I ask.

He raised his eyebrows, "You don't... Well. I want to be there when you meet them."

"Who's them?" I am getting a little frustrated now.

"Oh... nobody..."

"You look really suspicious right now."

"Do I," Glorfindel says innocently.

I roll my eyes and huff, "I'm going to go change."

"See you around, Lady Laaesse!" Glorfindel said cheerfully, before strolling in the opposite direction. Shaking my head, I return to my room.

Totally ignoring the smile I had on my face.

oOo

Elrond smiled at the retreating backs of Glorfindel and Laarane... or Laaesse, as Glorfindel calls her. They seemed to have become friends very quickly, thought Laarane had yet to realize it.

Maybe there was hope for her yet.

A/N: Hello anyone who is reading this! ^_^ The picture above is, of course, Glorfindel and Laaesse ^_^ I found it a bit ago and knew it was perfect for this chapter.

Thank you for the votes! and thank you CJ_Callahan90 for the lovely comments :) I give you a commemorative Glorfee plushie! ^_^ 

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