3. Service of the Son
For SilverWolf's birthday: A drabble about Glorfindel, with either Ecthelion or Elrond. Being ambitious, I have tried to do both.
~oOo~
I am hustling through the halls of the palace when I hear the music. It reminds me of the way the rains would ring upon still ponds in Valinor, cascading from the skies, silver, as though kissed by the stars.
I follow the sound to the nursery. I pause in the doorway and watch Ecthelion play his harp for the young Eärendil—who has succumbed to sleep—a melody so ancient that it is hard to forget that it was devised by one of our own and not placed by Eru in our hearts.
When the song dies on his fingers, I speak. "Babysitting?" I ask.
He turns and grins. "I do what I can to serve my King. And his son."
I look upon the sleeping child, his dreams washed by Ecthelion's music, a smile upon his lips. "And so shall we serve his son."
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