The night settled in and the celebration would be underway. The elves were preparing for the celebration, for the feast would be in an hour and a half.

Brushing out his hair, Glorfindel felt giddy. The Lord was eager for the festivities. He ran the brush through his hair and wondered what he should wear to the Enderi feast. Glorfindel sat the brush down on the counter top and walked into back into his bedroom.

Fancy. That was the guideline tonight. That was how he needed to dress and how he needed to act. The Commander walked over to his wardrobe were robes were rung in neat rows and jewelry and other metals were placed on the top shelf.

He pulled out a long white robe made from heavy material with golden elven patterns on the collar, cuffs, and bottom. It was the fanciest robe Glorfindel owned due to the fact that he rarely wore very fancy clothing.

He slipped on a pair of black leggings before pulling the heavy robes over his head. Brushing out the white robes with his hand he reached for a black belt made of leather. It had a golden buckle, matching the gold that he already wore and planned to wear.

Boots. The Commander grabbed the only pair of boots he had that did not have scuffs and smudges all over. Tall, black, leather with three buckles of gold on the side. Glorfindel laced up his boots before walking back into his washroom to grab the brush he had been using earlier.

Glorfindel sat on the edge of his bed with the brush in hand. He began to smooth out his flaxen locks once more before he would braid them together. 

Sitting among the silence while braiding the Lord began to dream of all the things that would take place tonight. Singing, dancing, story telling, eating, and drinking. It may have been an old festival, but to the Lord it would be the most fun he had in twelve years.

Though, Glorfindel wanted to do one particular thing tonight. When they were in the Hall of Fire listening to the music played by the harpers and the singers, he wanted to dance. Not with just anyone, he wanted to dance with the Lord of Imladris.

Glorfindel smiled to himself, imagining the song in the background weaving its way though the hall as Glorfindel swept across the floor with Lord Elrond. The sweeping motions of the dancing, the sweet song playing behind them, if that was to be tonight then his night could not go wrong.

Finishing the braid with quick hands Glorfindel got to his feet, knowing that he still had a few things to get. The Lord walked back over to his wardrobe and looked to the top shelf where the metals sat in wait for special occasions.

Glorfindel grabbed a golden circlet from the top shelf and rolled it in his hands. He traced to line of gold that made it. The Commander did not wear crowns, he left that to Elrond, but for the next six days he would wear one as well.

The Lord slipped it through his golden hair. The metal was a little cold from sitting unused in the top of his wardrobe for so long. Aside from the circlet he grabbed six golden bands, one for each day of Enderi. The first was a golden band with ruby pieces on the outside. Second was truly a silver band with golden stripes down the grey. Third was a band made of gold with pearl. Fourth was just a elven design that wove around his finger. Fifth had been a ring of mithril and sapphire. Last, and the specialist of the six to Glorfindel, was a band of gold with diamonds. It had been a gift from Elrond when they had first come to Rivendell.

He felt over dressed, like he was too fancy. Yet, for this occasion if you felt over dressed that most likely meant that you were dressed perfectly. He still had forty five minutes before the dinner began, but he was a Lord and he was suppose to arrive early. That, and he wanted to walk with Elrond.

He left his own room and went into the hallway. A few doors down was Elrond's study, bascily his private rooms. Glorfindel found himself almost knocking, but quickly pulled his hand down. Instead he just opened the door like Elrond had told him too.

"My Lord Elrond." Glorfindel bowed slightly. "I thought I would join you for the walk to the Great Hall, seeing that we were going the same way." Elrond walked into the main room where Glorfindel stood. The Commander could tell he was staring at the Half-elf, but he was to astounded to care.

Elrond was wearing a heavy blue robe with silver thread on the collar, cuffs, bottom, and chest. Around his waist there was a black leather belt with a silver buckle, it was almost the same as Glorfindel's belt. His slender fingers were riddled with things of all shapes and sizes. On his right ring finger shone Vilya

Elrond's hair had been braided with little silver pieces woven in between the dark locks. Across his forehead the silver circlet he was so often seen in sat, gleaming in the low light.

"lf you are ready, than I am ready." Elrond looked the Commander over with his matching silver eyes, sparking like they always did. "Is something wrong?" Glorfindel snapped out of his staring the moment Elrond began with the second statement.

"N-no! Nothing's wrong, it's just that..." Elrond raised an eyebrow at the Commander as he stuttered on. "You look stunning." Elrond looked down to the floor, his cheeks flushing red from the comment.

"You flatter me mellon nin." The Lord looked over his shoulder before looking back to Glorfindel. "I suppose we should get on our way. We cannot be late." Elrond walked over to the Commander with a small smile. Glorfindel took the Lord by the arm and they walked out of the room together.

When the Lords reached the Great Hall they found that the music had begun. Sweet melodies of harp, flute, and voice weaved their way through the hall. The chatter of the elves and the clink of wine glasses intermingled with the sweet music.

The two took their spots, Elrond at the very end, Erestor to his left, and Glorfindel tho his right. "Hail my advisers, workers, and above all, friends. Be welcome in my halls, for today is the first day of Enderi, today we are brothers."

The elves at the table cheered, clashing the glass against one another. With that the food came and there was much of it.

Fruits, vegetables, needs, even some kinds of fish came out from the kitchens of Rivendell. The smell of the bread overwhelmed Glorfindel, making his mouth water as he watched the basket travel around.

Glorfindel, truly, ate little. He ate mostly fruit and bread, the best smelling things that had come out of the kitchen. He loved the smell and the taste, but he found himself to nervous to eat. The Commander was to busy thinking how to ask Elrond tho dance with him.

Elrond himself ate little as well. Eating a little of this, a little of that, whatever that came by that looked eatable, which was everything really. He drank quite a bit of wine, not enough to make him drink, but enough.

"What do you think of the Celebration Lord Elrond?" Glorfindel looked away from his food to the Lord to his right. Elrond was looking at his food, more like staring at it with a passion.

"It's nice. It went just as planned." Elrond's voice was soft compared to the volume of the room, but Glorfindel could hear what he said. "What do you think?" Elrond looked up to Glorfindel for the first time since they had been in his study.

"I think that it is a wonderful celebration. Yet, when are we going tho the Hall of Fire?" The Lord gave Glorfindel a thoughtful look.

"In a little while." Glorfindel sighed sadly, yet he was an Eldar, he knew how to wait.

The night was filled with much talking, eating, singing, but Glorfindel and Elrond talked little. The elves spoke to one another as if there was nothing else in the world to care of. Glorfindel tried to work up the courage to talk to Lord Elrond through the night. He rolled sentences over in his head, over and over and over again.

"Elron-" Glorfindel finally decided what he would say, but was cut short by one of the visiting dignitaries from the Grey Heavens.

"Lord Elrond, I feel that I must extend my thanks for this beautiful evening and great feast. It is an honor to be a part of your Enderi celebration." 

"Ah mellon nin, it is my honor to have you here."  Elrond stood and faced the younger Grey Havens elf with a wine glass in his hand. "Yet, the night is still young and the celebration is as well." lrond gave the elf a sweet smile, fake, but sweet all the same. As Glorfindel watched silently wished to make Elrond smile like that again, but for real, not fake. "The Hall of Fire is waiting."

Other elves began to chatter excitedly and leave the Great Hall in favor of the Hall of Fire. The Commander sat, sipping his wine, watching all the other elves leave. Part of him wished that he could be so excited to go to the Hall of Fire as they were.

"Are you coming Glorfindel?" Elrond stood under the white arch that lead away from the hall. His hair fell down, a little over his eyes and face, the rest cascading down his back like a stary waterfall. He looked like a man in build, but in face and hair he was an elf. So odd, so different, Glorfindel loved it.

"Indeed, I'm coming." All the courage that Glorfindel had been building had disappeared in only moments. The Commander stood up, looking towards the arch where Elrond stood alone. 

Elrond turned and walked down the hallway to the Hall of Fire with Glorfindel trailing after him. The city seemed mostly quiet, more so than the Great Hall. The two were alone though and they were not speaking. The air was still. Music could be heard from the Hall of Fire, melodies drifting down the hall.

They walked into the hall together. A hall of light, warmth, and song. There was no lack of seating in the hall and the two lords took a chance and instead of sitting on the end, they sat together on the side. Lindir, the ministerial of Rivendell know for his music, took his place at the end of the hall and began to sing.

O Gil-galad i Edhelchír
dim linnar i thelegain:
Im Belegaer a Hithaeglir
Aran ardh vethed vain a lain.

Gariel maegech Gil-galad,

Thôl palan-gennen, ann-vegil;

A giliath arnoediad

Tann thann dîn be genedril.

Dan io-anann os si gwannant

A mas, ú-bedir ithronath;

An gîl dîn na-dúath di-dhant,

vi Mordor, ennas caeda gwath.

It was an odd choice for the first song of the night. It was indeed beautifully sung, but the words were hard. It was not a light song to listen to. Ereinion, King of the Noldor, was loved by many. Many of those people went to Rivendell when he died, the city of his Herald. 

When Glorfindel pushed himself away from his thoughts he saw Elrond walking off down the hallway.  The Commander got to his feet and went after Elrond, leaving the hall behind him. No one in the hall said a word when Glorfindel left and the Commander was thankful for it.

The white walls and arches were soon all that Glorfindel could see, but the sweet music was still heard. An arch on his left was open, leading out into the gardens. The Commander went under the arch and out into the star lit night. He followed a path that led to the Half-Elf who was was leaning up against a tree looking up to the stary night sky.

"Are you alright?" Glorfindel stopped at Elrond's side and placed a hand on the Lord's shoulder.

"No." Elrond sighed, looking down from the sky. "That song hits hard, that song means so much, it drags up bad memories." Elrond shook his head, his raven hair sweeping from side to side. "I should go back. I suppose I just overreacted."

"You didn't overreact! It's alright that you did what you did." The Commander wanted the elf to feel better about what had happened. Elrond raised his hands up and rubbed tears from his eyes.

"I really should go back." Elrond moved towards the archway, but Glorfindel grabbed his forearm, pulling the Lord closer.

"No, don't go back. I told you, it is justifiable why you're out here. We can be out here and no one will question it." Glorfindel gave the Lord a reassuring smile, but Elrond did not return the gesture.

"We?" In one word everything Glorfindel had wanted shattered.

"I thought I would stay with you-"

"Good. That's what I thought you said." Elrond slipped his hand into Glorfindel's, his silvery eyes meeting the deep blue eyes of the Commander.

"I-I thought you would have wanted me to leave." Elrond shook his head, tossing his braids.

"No, I want you to stay here with me. Misery loves company." The Lord gave a slight grin at the end. "Besides, you had something to ask me earlier."

Glorfindel's cheeks turned bright red and he began to squirm. "Well, I had wanted to ask you-" The Commander cleared his throat in an attempt to not sound flustered. "I..." Glorfindel sighed. "I had wanted to ask if you would dance with me."

Elrond blinked with a blank expression, but it turned warm in seconds. "My dear Glorfindel, is that all you had to ask?" Glorfindel looked down sadly but had his face pulled up only moments later. "If you really want to, then yes."

Glorfindel smiled grandly before taking the Lord's hand. "Than left us go back-"

"Why don't we stay out here? It's a beautiful night and the music drifts through the walls." Glorfindel nodded before pulling Elrond closer to the Hall of Fire. "Say Glorfindel, do you know how to dance?"

Glorfindel stopped pulling the Lord and looked back at him. "I'm afraid not Elrond."

The Elven Lord pulled Glorfindel close, there was little space between them. "I'll teach you then."

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Hey guys! I'm so sorry this came out so late. I didn't mean for this to happen, but I had a hectic week....

By the way, that last line is not anything dirty.

~ Megan <3