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[returnedgold]

He's tall, as most of the Eldar are, but unlike most of those he's seen, he's hair to rival the Lady Galadriel's, but where hers is gold shot with silver, his is the deep rich gold of the ripe corn. He smiles at her with blue eyes that have a strange quality to the light in them, but there is nothing but open respect in gaze and movement as he exclaims in joy and grasps her hands, bowing over them.

"At last, at last! There you are! I've always wondered what you would be like."

I am the slowest! \o/ I also have *no* clue what stories Eowyn would know of Glorfindel, if any.

[withoutswords]

Eowyn is startled almost to silence, first by his appearance--he stands out amongst his people just as she does among hers, two gold heads surrounded by darker shades--and then again by his glad, admiring greeting to her. "I am honored by your attention, my lord," she says, courteous though confused. "But I fear you have the advantage of me. What do you mean by At last? Am I known to you?"

what slow you no nevaaaaaaarrrrrr

[returnedgold]

"Not by name, lady." He smiles and releases her hands enough to bow over them properly.

"Glorfindel of Rivendell, at your service. And once, I too faced your foe."

nope it's a myth I am speedy

[withoutswords]

Eowyn's eyes widen, and her fingers tighten around his in shock. "Then it was you," she breathes, amazed. "It was you who foretold that no man would defeat him. How did you know?"

But that is a foolish question, for the wisdom of Elves is beyond mortal comprehension. Still, she bends and kisses his fingers in return, awed beyond her ability to tell. "Then we are kin of a sort, Glorfindel of Rivendell, for we faced the same Shadow and were victorious. Most glad I am to meet thee."

[returnedgold]

"Elven foresight is not so clear as that." He smiles at her, tugging her out of the crowds a little so they can talk.

"I did not know it would be you. I only knew it was not his time, nor would it be as poor Eanur wished! The Lady might be able to tell more, but I am not of that line."

His smile deepens, the quiet kinship of those who have faced the dark, and conquered, although not unscathed.

"As I am to meet thee. Kin we are, indeed, as all are who face the Dark, but you and I, aye, and Master Meriadoc also - I think we might understand each other better."

oh look I found this lost thing whoops

[withoutswords]

She feels the same unspoken bond, the awareness not only of who they faced, but of the wounds left from the encounter, and she cannot help but wonder what unseen scars he bears. "I think we may." And that comforts her, to know that she and Merry are joined by a third in their silent understanding that cannot be put into words, not even to those most loved.

She hesitates, but asks. "You say your foresight was not clear--what did you know, exactly? I have often wondered--"

She shuts her mouth abruptly, looking a little troubled. She has wondered if any woman would have done, any halfling, who happened to be in the right place at the right moment. If there was no particular virtue on her part in the slaying, no skill. Merely that she was a woman. It is one reason she has taken little pride in her victory, and been reluctant to let herself be lauded for it.

/grabby hands =D

[returnedgold]

He manouevers them to a quiet alcove under the stars, where they may speak and not be overheard, leaning against the balustrade and looking back at her.

He shakes his head a little.

"For clarity in vision, you will have to ask the Lady Galadriel - and even she cannot see all ends clearly, only the suggestions of what may be. But I knew, as Earnur fumed, that it was not our Enemy's time, and it would not be Earnur who struck the final blow, little though it pleased him to hear it. Poor Earnur! He was ever too reckless, that one, more a warchief than a king."

His blue eyes weigh her and he adds gently. "You feel unworthy, do you not? That it might have been anyone else on that battlefield to strike that blow. And you would be somewhat right, in that - it was his time, and any hand might have done. But it was not any hand - it was yours, and Master Merry's. You were there, in the right time, at the right place, and you took the chance that came to you, even as you felt your courage shrivel in your chest."

He looks away, voice meditative. "They sing of my battle now, as if it was something glorious, Glorfindel and the Balrog. But it was far from that. There was no one else there, that day - for my friends and fellow captains were dead, and Egalmoth had to vouchsafe the Lord and Lady and the other refugees. I was terrified - I knew I would die there. But I was there, and those I loved were behind me. What other choice did I have? I think it was the same for you, eh?"

[withoutswords]

She shakes her head. "Not unworthy, nor without choice," she corrects. "I was..."

She considers, and suddenly realizes what she feels is angry, a deep burning resentment. "I wished for renown, once," she attempts to express. "A sentiment that may sound meaningless to one so long-lived as you. But we have shorter lives, and it seemed all the more important therefore that they burn the brighter. It is true that when I faced him I was not thinking of glory, nor even of necessity; I thought only of protecting my uncle, and cared nothing for whether I lived or died doing it. But I still would that I had succeeded because of my own ability, my own choice, and not merely because his time had come."

[returnedgold]

"Ah." One blue eye catches hers, and Glorfindel hums. "And have you not considered, that his time was come because you were there?"

[withoutswords]

Stormy grey eyes meet calming blue, and are calmed themselves. This thought clearly strikes her for the first time, and she does consider it. "I had not," she says finally. "And yet, if it might have been any woman..."

[returnedgold]

"But it was not." He says simply. "It was you, and one you had to protect behind you, as it was for me that day in Gondolin. You could have turned and run - most did. But you did not. And so you are his bane, for you were there, when others were not. That, and only that, is what makes the heroes of which folk sing. That you were there, and you did not run."

He cocks her a wry grin. "Of course, you did better than me - I died, to defeat my foe."

(I am writing a fic about this meeting and this is super helpful, thank you ;) )

[withoutswords]

Some unacknowledge tension inside her uncoils; some knot begins to unravel. From anyone else, even Faramir, she might not have accepted these words, this argument. For they were not there, and did not know what it was she faced in that moment, what had brought her to it, what forces might or might not have driven her steps to that place, that time. Even Merry, dearly as she loves him and closer as his understanding in, could not grasp it.

Glorfindel does, as no other can. Their eyes hold for a long time, until finally she smiles a little, silent gratitude and acceptance and release. "At the time I thought I had, and sometimes am not so sure I did not," she says, a little ruefully. "For all that I did not awaken on a far shore. Did your victory change you so completely as mine did me?"

=D gimme link when you are done

[returnedgold]

He smiles at her, and although he is old, and she is young, in that moment they are kin, as only those who have faced such things can be.

"How is it that the Men put it? 'Any battle you walk away from'... " He muses playfully and shrugs at her.

"I suppose it did, but death does tend to change you in unexpected ways, I think. It certainly made me value life much more."

pft probably I'll send pieces sooner and ask what you think

[withoutswords]

"I have never agreed with that saying," she says, leaning on the balustrade next to him and looking out at the stars. "Then or now, though my opinion of it has changed. I no longer think that a death in battle is the highest, most honorable ending, at least for myself. But I still believe there are battles it is better not to walk away from."

She smiles at him. "All the same, I too learned how to value life more highly. Perhaps we were both lucky."

lol ok

[returnedgold]

"Death in battle is death all the same." Glorfindel agrees. "It is glorious for those who write tales, maybe. I find it hurts terribly and is oftentimes tiring, messy, and in my case, actually a little embarassing, not that anyone will sing about that bit."

He grins at her.

"I think we are."

[withoutswords]

"Embarassing?" She looks at him curiously at that. "The rest I knew--aye, and knew before I ever rode to the battlefield, whatever others may have thought--but embarassing, that is not one I would have expected. Though you speak as one who has died not once, but many times!"

[returnedgold]

He grins at her abashedly.

"What none of the songs will tell you, is that the reason I fell with the Balrog was because it had a hold of my hair."

Cough.