Watcher of the Stars by the Sea - Part 22
I apologize for the long delay between updates-I had a major case of writer's block. The story now picks up around 1000 T. A.
Tiriel was walking in Imladris one day, reading a letter from her father near the main road, when she heard the sound of horses approaching. She readied her weapons, just incase orcs were also approaching. As the riders neared, she could identify her father and two others-a human and an elf. She went out into the road, with a scowl on her face.
"And just what do you think you're doing here, father? Appearing without any warning at all?"
"My arrival is as unexpected for you as it is for me. Please let us pass."
"If you tell me who your companions are, I might."
Tiriel could contain herself no longer-she looked her father in the eyes and they both started laughing. Cirdan's companions both looked confused.
"Why is this situation so humorous," asked the elf.
"It isn't," Tiriel and Cirdan replied in unison.
"Do not worry about why we laughed, Glorfindel. Tiriel, where is Elrond?"
"If you give me a moment, I'll accompany you."
Tiriel led her father and his companions to Elrond. Elrond, as usual, was in his study.
"Elrond, these three individuals wished to speak with you. Father, I'll find you later."
"No, Lady Tiriel, please stay. You will need to hear what is going to be said as well," said the human.
Tiriel couldn't help but notice the musical quality of this person's voice-he sounded like Melian and Osse. She noticed his grey robes and long grey beard.
"Very well," Tiriel said as she sat down.
To Tiriel's surprise, the old man spoke before Elrond could think of something to say.
"We have come to aid you, if you will have us, Elrond."
"From where and whom," asked Elrond.
"Over the sea. Don't you recognize his voice? It has the same musical sound as Melian's voice," said Tiriel.
"Yes, Tiriel, we do come from over the sea. Merely to watch and act when we believe we should," said the elf.
"And what shall we call you," asked Elrond.
"Glorfindel and Mithrandir," replied Glorfindel as he removed his hood, revealing his golden hair and bright amber eyes.
Tiriel stood up. "If it will not cause problems, I must depart."
"Why," asked Glorfindel.
"To go hunting. Would you prefer to have no meat for dinner? Elladan, Elrohir, Gildor and I will return before sunset."
"Would you like some company?"
"If you insist, Lord Glorfindel." Tiriel looked at Elrond. Elrond nodded his consent. At that moment, someone knocked and opened the door. That someone was Celebrian.
"Ah, Tiriel, there you are. My sons and your husband are looking for you."
"Thank you, Celebrian. Glorfindel, are you coming or not?"
Tiriel and Glorfindel found Gildor, Elladan and Elrohir and set out on their journey.
"Why did I sense some hostility between the Lady Celebrian and yourself, Lady Tiriel?"
"Glorfindel, my wife is no lady, merely a woman who is as talented as her teacher."
"Celebrian does not appreciate the fact that I taught her sons and refused to teach her daughter. I'm sure Elladan and Elrohir would be more than happy to relate the full tale to you."
"What is your role here in Imladris?"
"Goodness! Someone's full of questions! My role here is the same as it has been for many years in both Doriath and Mithlond-to practice what I have been taught. Elladan, Elrohir, Glorfindel, will you kindly take the far trail. We'll meet you at the usual place," Tiriel said as she and Gildor rode off.
Later that evening, Glorfindel saw Tiriel standing near one of the waterfalls.
"Lady Tiriel? A word, if you don't mind."
"Say what you need to say."
"I was asked to give you a message. He asked that I not give his name, only the message."
"Then give me the message."
"`Many years have past and you have grown more talented and more beautiful than I could have ever known. You have made me proud, but do not forget to aim for your target with the same clarity as you choose your words. I miss you greatly, Eärelen. We will meet again when you come this way. Kindly do not kill or injure the one who has relayed this message; trust him as you trusted me.'"
"Beleg! Is his soul still in Mandos?"
"I will not say, Tiriel." Glorfindel turned to leave.
"Thank you, Glorfindel."
Glorfindel, Tiriel and Gildor became close friends over the years.
Years passed and the world grew darker.