Treasure by Erulisse (one L)
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b2memB2MeM Challenge: 2013 M Materialism
Format: Triple Drabble
Genre: Narrative Drama
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Characters: Glorfindel, Erestor
Pairings: None (yet)
Creators' Notes (optional): None
Summary: Sent to the refugee camp of Imladris by Ereinion, Glorfindel arrives and starts to settle in.
Treasure by Erulisse (one L)
Glorfindel walked slowly through the room while Erestor lighted several lamps. Shelving for writings stood against two walls with L's extending into the chamber. Alcoves for other items were set into thick walls centered between large openings overlooking the sheltered courtyard. Torches from the opposite colonnade were flickering in the distance.
He stopped, raising his hand and gently stroking a finely carved and enameled flower with trembling fingers. "I remember when this was first made and how beautiful it looked in Idril's hair," he whispered. "How did it survive?"
"Idril was wearing it when she fled Gondolin. Later, she passed the hairpiece to her son who gave it to his wife, Elwing. Their son, Elros, happened to grab it when the sons of Fëanor attacked Sirion, destroying the city and capturing both brothers, Elros and his twin, Elrond." Erestor came up to him, offering a goblet of wine. "The leather disintegrated, of course, but the metalwork survived."
Glorfindel turned towards him, a desperate hunger on his face. "Could you … would you teach me the history since my death? I have huge gaps …my personal … argh!" He shook his head violently. "Things that I should know, I suddenly do not. Like this afternoon. Until I held it, I remembered nothing of that style of bow.
"I know little about the history of Middle Earth from the time of my death until now. I was instructed to seek Ereinion, but told nothing more save that evil was again arising." Glorfindel raised his glass and took a deep draught. "I know the distant past, but if I am to work with these elves, I must know their family ties, alliances and histories."
Erestor nodded. "I will teach you and answer your questions if you will share your history with me."
"Agreed."
Format: Triple Drabble
Genre: Narrative Drama
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Characters: Glorfindel, Erestor
Pairings: None (yet)
Creators' Notes (optional): None
Summary: Sent to the refugee camp of Imladris by Ereinion, Glorfindel arrives and starts to settle in.
Treasure by Erulisse (one L)
Glorfindel walked slowly through the room while Erestor lighted several lamps. Shelving for writings stood against two walls with L's extending into the chamber. Alcoves for other items were set into thick walls centered between large openings overlooking the sheltered courtyard. Torches from the opposite colonnade were flickering in the distance.
He stopped, raising his hand and gently stroking a finely carved and enameled flower with trembling fingers. "I remember when this was first made and how beautiful it looked in Idril's hair," he whispered. "How did it survive?"
"Idril was wearing it when she fled Gondolin. Later, she passed the hairpiece to her son who gave it to his wife, Elwing. Their son, Elros, happened to grab it when the sons of Fëanor attacked Sirion, destroying the city and capturing both brothers, Elros and his twin, Elrond." Erestor came up to him, offering a goblet of wine. "The leather disintegrated, of course, but the metalwork survived."
Glorfindel turned towards him, a desperate hunger on his face. "Could you … would you teach me the history since my death? I have huge gaps …my personal … argh!" He shook his head violently. "Things that I should know, I suddenly do not. Like this afternoon. Until I held it, I remembered nothing of that style of bow.
"I know little about the history of Middle Earth from the time of my death until now. I was instructed to seek Ereinion, but told nothing more save that evil was again arising." Glorfindel raised his glass and took a deep draught. "I know the distant past, but if I am to work with these elves, I must know their family ties, alliances and histories."
Erestor nodded. "I will teach you and answer your questions if you will share your history with me."
"Agreed."
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