Erestor kept a vigil over the blonde warrior for weeks as Glorfindel continued to heal. He read books aloud. Lindir tried to ease the guilt of the Valley. Songs were played and feasts were planned. Legends were recited.
Lindir found a special legend buried in the library. It was passed from hand to hand after the Fall of Gondolin. Accounts and drawings of many Vanyar elves. All elves had heard of the mighty deeds of elves like the Shadow Banisher, the Lord of Air, the Lord of the Flower, the Bringer of Hope, the Mighty Rose, Glorfindel the Balrog Slayer and the list just went on and on. This particular legend had notes added by some of the greatest lore masters of Middle Earth. Theories that caused many to speculate about the truth. To be honest, Lindir had never heard many of these tales.
He and some of the other minstrels gathered and planned a special event for the mid summer's eve festivities. It was tradition to celebrate by having a week of party and story telling. Glorfindel, the elf that was rescued, was rumored to have been reborn. Lindir believed it. He decided to tell these tales. Erestor helped to translate all the works, Elrond gave him permission, and the festivities were starting tomorrow. Everything was ready. The only thing that would make it better would be to have Glorfindel join. Elrond agreed and allowed the unconscious elf to be moved to the Hall of Fire for the week. A special chair was build for the golden warrior.
The day was hot. The sun was bright. The Valley had gathered to celebrate. Food and drink were passed. Songs and dancing and merry. Lindir was nervous about telling these tales. Many of the minstrels were tuning their instruments, just as nervous as he was.
A wind gently swept threw the Hall of Fire, silencing all within. It was playful with the golden hair of the warrior. Upon its breeze did those in the Hall smell flowers of such sweet fragrance not in the Valley had possessed. A flower, a rose more accurately, gently drifted into the Hall and swirled towards the warrior. The golden rose was gently laid upon the breast of the warrior before the wind disappeared, leaving many in awe. Elrond cleared his throat to gain the attention of the crowd.
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Return To Middle Earth
FanfictionGlorfindel is returned to Arda. He could not remember the journey in the boat. He remembers the Valar telling him of his mission, than falling onto the ground in pain. He remembers the burning sensation of the flaming whip of the Balrog. He remember...
