Betrothal To An Elf
Part 1
Posted: August 3, 2007
Title: Betrothal To An Elf
Series: How To Marry An Elf
Sequel to: Courting An Elf
Author: Inwë Sáralondë
Type: FCS
Characters: Erestor/Glorfindel, Elrohir/Lothvaen, Lindir
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: The characters portrayed are the property of J.R.R. Tolkien. No profit or such is made from this.
Beta: Aglarien
Authors Note: The prompts used were 4 Aug 2006 – ‘Erestor’; 6 Aug 2006 – ‘what’; 27 Aug 2006 – ‘friend’; 10 Sep 2006 – ‘rain’; 28 Jan 2007 – ‘bank’; 29 Jan 2007 – ‘orchard’; 22 Mar 2007 – ‘anxious’; 4 Apr 2007 – ‘buds’ and ‘worry’; 19 Apr 2007 – ‘mud’; 22 Apr 2007 – ‘slick’; 23 Apr 2007 – ‘slippery’; 16 May 2007 – ‘river’; 17 May 2007 – ‘rock’; 19 May 2007 – ‘heavy’; 19 June 2007 – ‘splash’
Summary: Lindir is worried about Lothvaen.
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Lindir was anxious. Something – or someone – had upset Lothvaen, and he was determined to find out. He made his way through the orchard down to the river, barely noticing the buds on the trees that signified the arrival of Spring.
He espied his friend sitting on a rock and made his way downward towards the bank, noting how slick and slippery it was, the ground almost mud from the recent heavy rain.
“Why are you here?” Lothvaen’s quiet voice reached him despite the distance the minstrel had to traverse to reach him.
Instead of answering, Lindir concentrated on keeping his footing. Finally, when he reached the other elf, he laid a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “Because I worry about you,” he replied.
With a toss of his wrist, Lothvaen threw a small stone into the water, its splash barely disturbing the silence.
“What has happened, Lothvaen? Will you not tell me so that I can help you?”
Lothvaen shook his head. “It is not something you can help me with, mellonen. I am afraid this is something I must deal with on my own.”
“Does it have something to do with Elrohir?” the minstrel tentatively asked.
The scribe sighed. “Aye.”
“It is not going as well as you hoped?”
Lothvaen shrugged. “That depends.”
“Depends on what?”
“On how well one expected it to be in the first place.”
“I do not understand.”
“’Tis all right, mellonen. I fear I do not make much sense at the moment.”
“I am sorry.”
Lothvaen turned, his gaze quizzical. “For what are you apologizing?”
It was Lindir’s turn to shrug. “I do not know. I fear I do not make much sense at the moment.”
Lothvaen smiled and gave his friend a slight shove.
“Careful! The ground is a little slippery from the rain!” Lindir said, smiling at Lothvaen. “At least I made you smile.”
“Hannon le, Lindir. I am glad you are my friend.”
The minstrel flushed. “We have always been there for each other, and I do not like seeing you sad.” He motioned to Lothvaen to make some room for him on the rock. “Actually, I have some news.”
“Good?”
Lindir grinned. “I would say so. I do believe there will be an announcement very soon concerning a certain seneschal and advisor.”
Lothvaen’s eyes widened. “How did you find out?”
“I saw Erestor and Glorfindel leaving Elrond’s study with smiles on their faces…*and* they were holding hands!”
“Do you think it will be tonight?”
“I would be very surprised if it were not. Come, let us make our way back to the house. I think we both need to change our robes before we go to dinner.”
Looking down at his muddy hem, Lothvaen nodded ruefully. “I think you may be right.”
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Elvish translations:
hannon le – thank you
mellonen – my friend
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