AN: Mime titta laurië losse means my little golden flower. The Vanyar elves have classifications and only a select few know about it. It's one of the reasons Fëanor was angry at the Valar in my fanfic. The Noldo also have classifications but Care Givers are rare and Littles are none existent. It's kind of a secret. Also Vanyarian Elves have more than one mate.
Glorfindel remained unconscious for a week. During that week, Egamoth of Gondolin and Erestor hovered over the blond's prone figure. Gil-Galad allowed them to do so, curious as to the reason both of them remained.  Gil-Galad had decided to restore Glorfindel's Title against the advice of Elrond, Egamoth, and Erestor. He waited in his office for news, signing documents.
Erestor brushed Glorfindel's hair, Egamoth helping when he needed a break from reading. Neither elf found the scars from the Balrog frightening or disgusting as some of the junior healers did. These young elves believed that beauty was scarless and unblemished skin. They were wrong. Beauty was on the inside. A kind heart and silent courage that drove oneself to be the hero when heroes never show. It was the very definition of Glorfindel. Erestor was glad that his bonded was back though.
"Ect-... Sorry. Erestor, do you think he'll be okay? I'm concerned that the three balrogs, a few dragons, and the sudden return will do more harm to him. What if his classification is found out again?" Egamoth whispered, holding Glorfindel's hand softly.
"The Vanyar are the only ones with classifications. There are still plenty of elves that came from the Undying Lands in this house. They know how to keep him away from the unsavory Lords and Ladies." Erestor started to braid the hair, having put the book down. Egamoth smiled at him, picking the flowers that Erestor was going to use. The flowers were gently woven into the braids as Glorfindel started to breathe in a different way than the last few days.
"Hush, Mime titta laurië losse. We are here. Good. Can you open your eyes?" Erestor practically cooed at Glorfindel, who was dazed and followed Erestor's gentle voice. He could barely make out the two beings above him, squeezing the hand holding his. The two bonds opened, letting the three of them feel each other once more. Glorfindel radiated happiness and sleepiness, with an undertone of hidden pain the other two could feel. Egamoth saw a junior healer walking by, signaling that Lord Elrond was needed.
"Good job, Mime titta laurië losse. Someone is coming to help make the pain go away." Erestor practically whispered into the delicate ear before gently kissing Glorfindel's forehead and keeping the unfocused eyes from darting around the room by hovering over the blond's face. Elrond entered a few moments later, pausing at the sight of Erestor soothing the warrior.
"He just woke up." Egamoth stated, still holding the blond's hand. Elrond nodded, observing his kinsman. He figured that the Lord of the Golden Flower was the missing bond mate of these two. He decided to keep his realization to himself. After examining Glorfindel, Elrond nodded to the two. They were silent as they watched as the blue eyes slowly blinked before sleep claimed the warrior.
"He's free to be moved to your rooms or the ones assigned to him by Gil Galad. He should not be left alone until he can stay awake for more than two hours. I'll inform Gil Galad that he is under your care." Elrond stated, slipping away and rushing to Gil Galad. Erestor gathered Glorfindel into his arms and the three made their way to their shared rooms. He gently placed Glorfindel on the large bed before moving to the wardrobe to get dressed in work clothes to get the paperwork the two were behind on. Egamoth settled on the bed, smiling at both his husbands.
"At least we didn't have to wait any longer!" Egamoth laughed slightly. Erestor nodded, a large smile on his own face. He hurried to his office, grabbed the stacks of paper, and almost flew down the corridor. His bonded mate was back, safe and sound where he and Egamoth could protect him. This time, they would be the overprotective ones, as Glorfindel was going to take a long time to recover from the soul wounds. Egamoth was sending some thoughts for clothing to put their bonded Little into. The cute sky blue onesie that came with a bunch of Little clothing options from Valmar won and the special swaddling blanket they had bought on a whim before Glorfindel appeared that was covered in yellow flowers worked perfectly. If only they could keep Glorfindel away from the strange expectations of Gil Galad, then they would make sure Glorfindel drops into Little Space as much as is possible.
Erestor almost ran over Gil Galad. The High King asked him to stop so that they could speak about Glorfindel. Erestor sighed, nodding.
"What is your opinion of Glorfindel?" Gil Galad asked.
"He is an honorable elf that has experience in ruling and in caring for people under him. He is a Vanuatu through and through. He doesn't know why he is here at this time other than it being the will of the Valar. He will not be in perfect health for several years. The mental trauma is severe as are the soul wounds. I was bonded to him long before we left the Undying Lands. He is against slavery, was the people's Champion, and believes all elven people are equal outside of very specific circumstances only applicable to Vanyar society. I'm sure you are aware of those circumstances. If not, ask someone else. I need to head back to my bonded ones." Erestor started to continue down the hallway towards his quarters, aware of the eyes of the High King of the Noldo in exile following him.
"I read the books left behind by Fëanor. I have read the books included in the gifts from the Vanyar to Glorfindel. I know what he is." Gil Galad stated, almost threatening.
"Then you know why things unfolded that way and why Glorfindel is so important to us. Do not forget that his classification is harmless" Erestor swept away, reminiscent of the old lords of the first age. For now, he had to search through documents that he had initially thought were just made up. The balance of the scales seemed uneven in his court but perhaps he could leave those of the house of his lover alone now.
After all, how much skill and power could a severely hurt Lord of Old cause when he was in Little Space? Right now, he had his bonded restrained in his quarters, waiting for him.