Road to Redemption: 27. 25.

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27. 25.

**Additional Author's note: I know that according to canon, Maedhros, Maglor, and the twins were the ones who attacked Elwing's town. However, I need to take some liberties. In my universe, the twins were killed in the attack on Doriath. Celegorm, Curufin, Caranthir, Maedhros and Maglor survived. The plan to attack the haven at Sirion was Curufin's. Maglor and Maedhros were reluctant followers. In my little world, Celegrom, Curufin and Caranthir perished during the last attempt to take the gems…leaving Maglor and Maedhros with the stones. I'm also going with the idea that Elrond/Elros were about 6 at the time of the sack. I've also made them about 16 when they were left behind the waterfall to be found.  
 

A/N: In my world, Glorfindel and Maedhros did not meet in Aman. Glorfindel was not born in Aman…he got the 'Light' when he was reborn there before he returned to Arda. I know this is really off, but I need it to make this story go the way I want it to. 

Chapter 25 

Later that evening, Glorfindel sat before the hearth mulling over everything Maedhros had said. He could not imagine what the old warrior was feeling right now. He could not conceive of life as anything but that of  a warrior. Glorfindel's heart went out to the other elf. A little voice in the back of his head was chastising himself for his self-doubt. Glorfindel had gone into the healing wing to fulfill a task as quickly and evasively as possible; he left there feeling a kinship to one of the Sons of Feanor. He would do whatever was in his power to see the Noldo content…no, happy. 

Ithil was already high in the sky when the seneschal's musing was interrupted by a soft knock at the door. Setting his wine glass on a side table, he rose to answer the door. He could not hide the surprise at finding a certain silver haired elf standing there. 

"Orophin?" 

"Good evening my Lord. I hope I did not disturb your rest?" 

"No, no, please come in." Glorfindel stepped aside to allow the younger elf to enter. "Can I get you something? A glass of wine?" Orophin nodded and moved into the room to stand near the fire. "Sit, please." Glorfindel indicated as he handed Orophin a glass. 

The archer took the glass with a nod of thanks. "I just wanted to see how your talk with Lord Maedhros went." The underline meaning was clear, 'I was worried about you'. 

Glorfindel was touched at the sentiment. Ecthelion would have never been concerned; he would have told the golden elf to 'suck it up'. Now, why did that cross his mind? Looking away from the fire, his sapphire eyes met cornflower-blue. He smiled as he answered, "It went very well." 

"Do you still believe you are to be…um…replaced?" The younger elf asked with compassion. 

"No, at least not by Maedhros. Listen, could I get your insight on something...?" 

Orophin could not imagine what 'insight' he could offer the beautiful elf lord. Still, he nodded his consent. 

"If you could no longer be a warrior, what would you be?" Orophin cast a confused look. Glorfindel tried to explain better. "If you were forced to find another trade right now, and being a warrior is all you ever knew…" 

"You are not thinking of leaving the ranks…" Glorfindel chuckled at the almost panicked tone. 

"No, but can I trust to your discretion?" 

"Of course, Hîr nín." Now the young elf was completely at a loss. 

"First, I hate titles; it is just Glorfindel. Next, it is a dilemma that Maedhros faces. He can no longer be a warrior. The Valar set some conditions to his return. Now that he is healing, he is at a loss. I am sure that the Valar had a reason for the limitations, but they could have at least given him some guidance." 

"But they did." Glorfindel cocked his head, curious. "They placed you as his guide. They knew that you could help him through this." The two elves smiled at each other before Orophin quickly looked back to the fire. "What about a tactical advisor, or a trainer?" 

"No.  He cannot have any direct contact with the art of warfare." The two elves sat in silence for a time, each trying to solve the puzzle. Glorfindel was amazed at the younger elf's concern and willingness to help. Definitely not something that one would find Ecthelion doing. Actually, Glorfindel would have not felt comfortable voicing these things to the Lord of the Fountain. Ecthelion's solution would be simple: wine, song, and women (or men) and not necessarily in that order. Yet here was an elf, less that four centuries old seemingly content to sit in companionable silence and mature discussion. The fact that he was very strikingly fair only added to the appeal. 

Ithil had begun his descent when the two elves bid each other a quiet goodnight. As they parted, Glorfindel called after the retreating elf. "Would you join me for a walk tomorrow after evening meal?" Orophin retraced a couple of steps until he stood in front of Glorfindel. 

"I would enjoy that." With a shy smile and gentle bow, the young Galadhrim disappeared down the hall. 

*******

Turning the corner to his rooms, Orophin was faced with his younger brother being supported by one of the twins. It was obvious that Rumil had enjoyed the Hall of Fire a little too much. Reaching them, he opened the door and helped the twin drag the stumbling elf to his bed. They dropped him rather unceremoniously onto the bed. As Orophin lifted Rumil's legs onto the bed and removed the boots, he noticed the twin, now clearly recognizable as Elladan, grab a quilt from the wardrobe and carefully covered the now-passed out elf. 

"I am sorry Prince Elladan. I fear he never knows when to quit until it is too late." 

Elladan gave the young elf sleeping on the bed a doting smile. "That is alright. He will certainly live to regret it come morning, I am sure." The two elder elves slipped from the room, closing the door behind them. Coming into the common room, Elladan stopped and turned to Orophin. "It may be none of my business, but does he drink himself into oblivion often?" 

"No, usually only if he is interested in someone. He fears rejection, so he hides behind the spirits. That way, if things do not work out, he can blame his advances on the wine. Not the most mature way to handle things, but the truth is he is shyer than I am. He just hides it behind his frivolous behavior." 

"Are you telling me that he got drunk because he fancies someone?"  

"Yes." 

"Do you know who he is interested in?" 

"No." Orophin cast the dark haired elf an inquisitive look. "Why?" 

"Oh no reason. I was just curious. Good night, Orophin." Elladan left the silver-haired elf to think about his evening, his drunken brother's love interest, and where his ever-responsible older brother was. Haldir should have been dragging Rumil from the hall cursing his childish behavior. His thoughts quickly returned to his evening and the promise of an evening walk with one of the most sought-after elves in all Arda. He knew the warrior was out of his league, but he could not help himself. He really enjoyed Glorfindel's company, and certainly not because of his *hero* status or his handsome physique. 


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Story Information

Author: Gwaelinn

Status: General

Completion: Work in Progress

Era: Other

Genre: Romance

Rating: Adult

Last Updated: 03/17/12

Original Post: 12/18/11

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