Welcome Home

Glorfindel’s P.O.V.

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The dancing flames died down as I sat alone in the Hall of Fire, watching the night grow dark around me. Snowflakes swirled down the frost decorated windows as I sat in Elrond’s chair, with the warmest blanket I could find wrapped around me. My golden locks were sprawled out due to the fact I had taken my braid out hours ago. Pulled the red blanket closer I shot another worried glance to the white world outside. Elrond had left about half a month ago on a trip to Moria, hoping to establish a friendship with the dwarven and elven base, and as well going to satisfy his burning curiosity about the dwarves and their ways of life. He said he would be back by the middle of this winter month, which was why I had been sitting here every night, from the first performance to the sun rise for the past three nights. Weariness was upon me like flies on a dead body yet I was going to wait for him to come home. I looked back down to my lap where a tea cup was balancing. The steam rose off the surface like the foam of the sea or something akin to the embodiment of dreams. Perhaps I was thinking too deeply, it was only steam after all. Stifling a yawn I looked around the hall. Flutes and harps were set out in the area where the ministers could play, the red cushioned chairs were aligned neatly in a ring, and artwork hung on the walls. My Pheredhil was quite a patron of the arts. Taking a sip of tea I looked over to the windows. I could see the wind howling outside and the snow falling in a blinding mass. I shivered just at the thought of being out there, yet I could see something else in the snow, a big black stallion and a rider. Elrond. I took my tea cup off of my lap and set it on a little table on the side of the large chair. Shoving the blanket in the chair I hurried over to the doorway, slipping on my boots, my coat, and my scarf. Pulling my hood up I ran out into the snow. I closed the door softly before continuing out into the storm. The wind howled and threatened to push me over but I found some tracks leading to the stable. Following them down the snow covered road I found myself neering the soft lamplight glow of the stables. I could hear some horses nickering as I pulled my furry hood closer to my face. The wooden door made no sound as I entered the semi warm hey filled stable.

“Elrond?” My voice was soft and tired, but the Peredhel heard me all the same. His dark hair was tangled terribly, his blue and silver scarf was wrapped tightly around his neck, the royal blue trench coat covered his torso and most of his legs, he had black leggings and tall black boots with silver buckles. His cheeks were flushed red from the harsh cold and the conditions on the mountains most likely didn’t help.

“Glorfindel? Shouldn’t you be asleep?” I walked over to him and grabbed his hands. They were bear now, but I could see the black wool gloves tucked in his coat pocket. His hands felt like ice. I looked back up at him, meeting the grey eyes of the most powerful Half-Elf in the world.

“You’re freezing! Come on, you’re coming back with me.” Grabbing his hand I dragged him from the stable back into the winter storm. I didn’t look back to him until we were back inside Rivendell. Elrond’s hair was tangled even worse but all the snowflakes made it look as if he was the king of winter itself. We took off our coats, boots, and gloves. I undid his scarf as he unbuckled his boots and hung it on the rack by the door. Laying my hand against his cheek it wasn’t hard to tell he had been out there for a while.

“Glorfindel, you really don’t have to fuss over me.” He kicked off his left boot making him stand in his socks. I chuckled softly, shaking my head to and fro.

“Ai Elrond, someone has to fuss over you, and who better than me?” I put my arm around his shoulders as I always did, and pushed him in the direction of the Hall of Fire. “Now, sit down. You must be tired from all of the work you have been doing.” Elrond tried not to yawn. I shook my head, chuckling again. Would he ever learn? “Stay right here.” Grabbing the red blanket I threw it over him before walking out into the hall for the kitchens. I walked the corridor with torches lighting my way to the kitchen only a few seconds from the Hall. My footsteps made no sound as I looked over to the right wall where the paintings were hung. The kitchen was empty and lifeless until I went in. Pulling another tea cup from the shelf I filled with some hot water that Erestor left for me before hed had retired. Adding a pinch of this and a pinch of that I made a wonderful smelling spice tea. I carried it back through the empty halls, careful not to spill any. I could still hear the wind howling outside, see the frost on the window pane, and the snow swirling down to earth. The Hall of Fire came into my view and I entered the archway. “Elr-” The quiet breathing of Elrond came to my ears. I looked over to see him sleeping with his head upon the armrest of the chair, his hair spilled over his shoulders in every direction, and his blue robes he wore under his coat were wrinkled and balled up in some places. Sliding the tea cup onto the same table next to the chair I knelt down next to him,

“Welcome home, Elrond.”