The day had been slow. Most of the elves were preparing for the second feast that would take place in less than half an hour. Glorfindel had kept himself busy today, though he found himself thinking of Elrond though most of it. Thinking of last night.

Glorfindel sighed and sat down at his desk, rubbing his face in his hands. He had gone on patrol eariler. Not actual patrol, just a quick glance at the borders.To add to that there was a growing sense of fear. He had spoken to Lindir a few hours ago and told him that he wanted to sing tonight.

The look on the younger man's face was enough to make Glorfindel forget one crusical thing for the moment, he had no song to sing. What muscian went to sing without a song? None. It was hardly possible for glorfindel to come up with his own, he was never good at that sort of thing. He would have asked Elrond if he knew any songs but he wanted it to be a surprise.

Glorfindel rubbed his eyes and looked to his book shelf. There was many an unread book in his personal arsenal of literature. "Perhaps..." He let the statement hang in the air as he went forward to the books on the shelf.

"The Story of Beren and Luthien." Glorfindel raised an eye brow. He never remembered owning a copy of the famous love story, he had read it before, but only in boredom. In his own way he thought that, Luthien would have sang, it said so in the story.

Glorfindel flopped down on his bed and began to page through the book. It was one of the most famous love stories in history. In Gondolin, Glorfindel and his good friend Ecthelion would joke about how they would one day find their "Luthiens". It was more true than either of them would have realised.

As Glorfindel flipped though the book, page after page, he found a song. It was almost in the back of the book. Creatively titled the "Song of Beren and Luthien", it was a nice piece of work. Longer, but nice. Glorfindel smiled to himself, he had found the song he would sing.

The Commander began to sing softly to himself, when there was a knock at the door. The Vanya's head shot up, sending his golden locks flying. "Come in."

The door was pushed upon, but the man who did so did not come into the room. Elrond stood, leaning up against the door frame as if he had been waiting there for half his life. The Lord was wearing the colors of the High King. Blue and yellow, or blue and gold depending on who you asked. There was a circlet of gold that wove it's way though his hair.

"Good evening, Lord Glorfindel." There was a playful look in the Lord's eyes, a sparkling light of mischief. "Are you ready to go?"

"Always, my Lord." Glorfindel closed the book and tucked it under his arm. He left his rooms without another word, closing the door behind him. Elrond looked at the book that the Vanya was carrying. He recognized the title instantly, and raised an eyebrow at the fact that his Commander of the Guard had a copy.

"Quite a famous love story, wouldn't you say so?" It took a few seconds for Glorfindel to realize what the Lord meant, then it took a few moments for the embarrassment to set in.

"Aye, it is indeed." Elrond looked at Glorfindel thoughtfully.

"I wasn't aware that you enjoyed romance novels." Glorfindel could feel his cheeks and face getting much hotter from the comment. It wasn't like it was a false statement, it just...was partially false. Glorfindel enjoyed a good romance novel every few years, but they were not his main source of reading. If anything, Glorfindel could sit and read history books for long periods of time. History about battles, mind you.

"They are not my first choice of genre." Elrond let the matter lie, only nodding. They left the room behind them. The halls were quiet on this side of Rivendell, there wasn't the bustling of people, there was only the sound of speech which was very rare by itself.

Imladris was warm, the sun light steamed through the windows. It painted the floors and the walls with yellow, pink, orange, green, and blue. The chattering of elven voices became louder and the sounds of bells could be heard in their voices. All of them combining together was like a beautiful song.

"Hirs a heruin nín." They could hear the voice of Lindir, the lead ministerial in Imladris, speaking to the people gathered. Elrond looked at Glorfindel with a light sparkle in his eyes. Glorfindel smiled and grabbed Elrond's hand. He slipped his fingers in between Elrond's, looking back to the Lord, who was staring at their hands with a light blush on his cheeks. It gave his face more color, Glorfindel thought it looked cute, nice.

The two of them went into the dining room. Elves all looked up at once the moment Glorfindel cleared his throat. "Sír ná a daer mereth." Elrond was the one speaking, his voice ringing. The Sindarin he spoke was sweet, a sound that Glorfindel could listen to forever. "Ten ná i nail calan, ennas e min neled calans dartha." Elrond looked around the room. "San le mín mat sui aranath!"

The elves broke into cheers and there was the clink of glass on glass. Glorfindel looked over to once again see the mirth in Lord Elrond's eyes. Their gazes met before they walked into the room and sat at the end of the table.

Food was in abundance. From fruits, to nuts, to all different vegetables, even some fish there was no shortage. The people could eat what ever they wished and when. Tall glasses of wine, white and red, were a common sight around this table.

In elven voices they told stories of all kinds. From the "Oath of Fëanáro" to the "Darkening of Valinor" the tales told of many different times. More oft than not the story was about a Feanorian.

"Do you have a favorite tale, my Lord?" Glorfindel looked up from his plate. He hadn't eaten much, the anxiety of tonight was eating away at his insides. Elrond looked up from his wine. The Lord had been staring at either his glass or his plate the entire dinner. Glorfindel had no idea why.

"I have always enjoyed "The Final Ride of Fingolfin"and truly, every story about the Noldor in the First Age. What of you?"

"Ai, I love every story from the First Age to the Third." Glorfindel put on a smile before looking back to his plate and shoving a leaf of lettuce in his mouth.

The chattering elves were still telling their stories when Lindir and his small group left for the Hall of Fire. Glorfindel watched them leave from the corner of his eye and he thought of doing the same. He had to show the harpist the music, and anyone else if anyone else had decided to join.

"I must be taking my leave, my Lord." Glorfindel pushed his half eaten meal away and looked at Elrond, who he was sure hadn't touched a thing. Elrond looked to him with confusion, but motioned for him to leave. The Commander got up from his seat, inclined his head, grabbed his book, and walked out of the Hall.

There were elves wandering around, but most were in the dining hall. Glorfindel felt a bit bad, knowing that Elrond did not like being alone in those types of situations. There was no doubt in his mind that the Lord of Imladris would do fine.

"Glorfindel! Did you choose your song. I realised that I never got it from you." Lindir looked up from helping a younger girl tune her harp. Glorfindel couldn't help the warm feeling rising up, he just hoped that Lindir couldn't see it.

"Ah, yes, a song." Glorfindel fumbled the book from his arms. He opened it and began flipping through the pages. "Song, song, song..." He was murmuring to himself as the pages of the sped past. "Ah!" Glorfindel stopped in the page with the Song. It was two pages, but he doubted that Lindir would care.

"The "Song of Beren and Luthien" are you sure that this is what you want to sing?"

"Yes, that is what I want." Glorfindel wasn't sure what he wanted to sing. He didn't really know if he wanted to sing period. Still, he wanted to do this for Elrond, he wanted to do it for him. Lindir nodded, took the book from his arms, and turned to the girl who was still tuning her harp.

"Can you play this?" He bent down so she could see what he was referring to. The girl played a few notes, they sounded out of place and the girl knew. She had the melody down and it was a sweet song, especially with her harp playing. The melody was what she was humming. The two songs mixed well together in the air.

"Of course, Lindir'" She have him the book back and went back to running the instrument. Lindir turned to Glorfindel with a light smile.

"Well, you got a harpist. Unless you want someone playing flute, you don't need anyone else." Glorfindel rubbed his wrists before taking the book back and staring at the page with the song.

"All I need is a harpist."

"Wonderful! Then you're ready to play. I'll call you up at some point and you'll have to play for the crowd. Understand?"

"Ai."

"Great. Now, you can sit down on the Hall until it's your time to play." Lindir waved him of as he went back to the out of tune harp. Glorfindel inclined his head and left the room. It was both nerve racking and exciting, but the mixture felt anything but pleasant.

Glorfindel sat alone, only the cracking of the fire and the sound of off tune harp as company. The harpist was new here, that or Glorfindel had not been paying attention. Even if she had been here out not, Glorfindel could only hours hope that she played well. From what he had heard earlier, if she got the harp tuned she would sound perfect.

Soon enough, people started filing into the hall. Elven chatter sounded him once again. Elrond walked in, his black hair cascading behind him. The male Luthien. At least Glorfindel thought so. He waved for the Lord to come next to him. Elrond looked to where he was suppose to sit, the end of the Hall, and Glorfindel. Finally deciding that rules could wait.

"Where did you run off to, if I may ask?" Elrond slipped down next to him. Glorfindel looked at his hands, they were in his lap.

"To take care of some business." Glorfindel looked up with as much of a normal face as he could muster. Elrond shook his head in disbelief but did not push the subject any further. The other elves were finding places to sit, still talking, but much more quietly. Once they were all seated Lindir came back.

"Tonight, there are many performances for you to enjoy. A few are new to our customs of this night, so I will start the performance." Lindir bowed before leaving and bringing back a man with a small harp. The man began to play a sweet melody that rang with the sorrow of the Elder Days. Elbereth Gilthoniel.

Lindir's voice made the song even sweeter and more sorrowful. His voice gave the song more emotion, you could hear how every pitch change was an emotion change as well. Every note meant something. The people were almost hypnotized by the Elda's voice and by the sound of the harp.

The song closed and the people cheered and clapped. Lindir nodded and smiled grandly. "Thank you, my good people. There are many other people who deserve your applause. One of them hails from a city long gone. A place only remembered in few memories and in his of the Elder Days. Ladies and Lords, may I present, Lord Glorfindel Goldenflower." The musician beckoned for Glorfindel to come up, and he obliged.

Standing in front of a group of Eldar brought his fear back. Lindir gave him the book and the girl came out and sat in the chat to his right with her harp. Glorfindel looked to see if she was ready, she gave him a nod and plucked at the strings. The Commander took a deep breath and looked down to the book, beginning the song.

The leaves were long, the grass was green,
The hemlock-umbels tall and fair,
And in the glade a light was seen
Of stars in shadow shimmering.
Tinúviel was dancing there
To music of a pipe unseen,
And light of stars was in her hair,
And in her raiment glimmering.

There Beren came from mountains cold,
And lost he wandered under leaves,
And where the Elven-river rolled
He walked alone and sorrowing.
He peered between the hemlock-leaves
And saw in wonder flowers of gold
Upon her mantle and her sleeves,
And her hair like shadow following.

Enchantment healed his weary feet
That over hills were doomed to roam;
And forth he hastened, strong and fleet,
And grasped at moonbeams glistening.
Through woven woods in Elvenhome
She lightly fled on dancing feet,
And left him lonely still to roam
In the silent forest listening.

He heard there oft the flying sound
Of feet as light as linden-leaves,
Or music welling underground,
In hidden hollows quavering.
Now withered lay the hemlock-sheaves,
And one by one with sighing sound
Whispering fell the beachen leaves
In the wintry woodland wavering.

He sought her ever, wandering far
Where leaves of years were thickly strewn,
By light of moon and ray of star
In frosty heavens shivering.
Her mantle glinted in the moon,
As on a hill-top high and far
She danced, and at her feet was strewn
A mist of silver quivering.

When winter passed, she came again,
And her song released the sudden spring,
Like rising lark, and falling rain,
And melting water bubbling.
He saw the elven-flowers spring
About her feet, and healed again
He longed by her to dance and sing
Upon the grass untroubling.

Again she fled, but swift he came.
Tinúviel! Tinúviel!
He called her by her elvish name;
And there she halted listening.
One moment stood she, and a spell
His voice laid on her: Beren came,
And doom fell on Tinúviel
That in his arms lay glistening.

As Beren looked into her eyes
Within the shadows of her hair,
The trembling starlight of the skies
He saw there mirrored shimmering.
Tinúviel the elven-fair,
Immortal maiden elven-wise,
About him cast her shadowy hair
And arms like silver glimmering.

Long was the way that fate them bore,
O'er stony mountains cold and grey,
Through halls of ireon and darkling door,
And woods of nightshade morrowless.
The Sundering Seas between them lay,
And yet at last they met once more,
And long ago they passed away
In the forest singing sorrowless.

When Glorfindel finished there was no sound. With the fear of failure growing in his stomach he began to regret his choice. Then, one by one, the Eldar clapped and whistled for him. Glorfindel's heart became light in happiness. "T-Thank you!" He studdered and bowed before the crowd.

His heart was skipping beats from the anxiety that had been built up and from the applause that he had received. Glorfindel walked back to his seat and sat down again. Lindir began another performance with a woman who was singing. Glorfindel wasn't able to figure out what she was singing before he was lured away by Elrond.

When they were alone in the hallway, the music playing behind them, Elrond stopped. Glorfindel had no time time to react before Elrond pulled him into a kiss. Glorfindel had barely expected an ovation to his performance, so the act was indeed surprising. The Commander closed his eyes and melted into it.

Elrond broke from the kiss, but kept his arms around him. "Did you sing that for me?" The voice of the Lord was soft and sweet, a completely different sound that Glorfindel would have thought. It brought him back to the healing wing only a few weeks prior. The night he had told him that he liked his voice.

"I... I did." Elrond closed his eyes for a moment.

"You still have the most beautiful voice in all of Imladris." Silver eyes peered at him, compassion and love sparking in their depths. Glorfindel was blushing furiously. Elrond pulled the Commander closer until there was no space between them. He laid his head on Glorfindel's shoulder.

"You should sing, I'm sure it would sound better than my singing." Glorfindel wanted to hear the Pheredhil sing, he wondered what a voice like his would sound like against the constant strum of a harp or with the whistling of a flute.

Elrond pulled away and looked more so at the floor than the man. "Perhaps one day, A'maelamin, perhaps." Glorfindel hid his disappointment at the Lord's answer. Elrond could see the Commander's disappointment, so he once again pulled him into an embrace. Glorfindel hoped that he would hear him sing one day. One day and one day soon. But for now, he was content in his Lord's arms.

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hirs a heruin nín: my lords and ladies.
Sír ná a daer mereth: Today is a great festival
Ten ná i nail calan, ennas e min neled calans dartha: Today is the third day, there are only three days left.
San le mín mat sui aranath!: so let us eat like kings!
A'maelamin: My Beloved

Awwwwwww, I love these two so much! I'm sorry this took so long for me to put up :3

~ Megan