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"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.
what slow you no nevaaaaaaarrrrrr
"Glorfindel of Rivendell, at your service. And once, I too faced your foe."
nope it's a myth I am speedy
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."
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"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
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
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?"
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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."
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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 ;) )
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
"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
She smiles at him. "All the same, I too learned how to value life more highly. Perhaps we were both lucky."
lol ok
He grins at her.
"I think we are."
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"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.