50. A Whopper Of A Tale
A Whopper of A Tale
Dinner had been an uproarious affair with Elrond on the receiving end of quips from Celeborn, Erestor and Glorfindel. The gwanur and Haldir had for the most part sat grinning and watched as Elrond found his serious side the subject of efforts to deflate the Lord of Imladris image time and time again. When the last bottle of miruvor was drained, the happy group finally retreated to their individual rooms to sleep. Elrond walked with Celeborn to his located in the family wing next to Arwen's. Pausing at the door, Celeborn placed a hand on Elrond's shoulder.
"Meldir, does she make you happy?"
"Yes, she does. Many times I have found her presence these past years have given me peace and lifted my spirits."
Celeborn looked puzzled, "I didn't think you knew her before she arrived here a few months ago."
Elrond chuckled, "I didn't. If you are not too tired, meldir nin I would like to tell you a story that I have never told anyone and, as Cirden might say, 'It's a whopper.'"
Celeborn waved him into the room, and before beginning, Elrond made them a herbal tea in anticipation of the next morning's expected hangover. Both settled companionably in chairs near the fireplace and savored the hot drink. After a long silence Celeborn looked at his son in law expectantly.
Elrond settled deeper into the chair and gazed out the window searching unconsciously for the star of his father. Finding it he grinned and turned his full attention back to Celeborn.
"Well it all started about two hundred and fifty years ago when I started meeting a very beautiful elleth in my dreams. At the time I believed she was someone I had created from my imagination and our meetings resulted in increasingly passionate dreams."
"Did she have a name?"
Elrond shook his head, "No, and before you ask, I had no idea who or where she was. She did not remind me of anyone I knew or had met, nor did I recognize any of the locations where we would meet other then my own rooms. And to my regret, we didn't meet often enough, only it seems when I was really depressed or unsettled by problems. Nor could I call the dreams to me when I wished, they would just occur."
Celeborn found himself intrigued, "Go on."
"About the middle of lothron I received a letter from the Mistress of Bar-Meneg-Mir-Lain, one Amarie, the daer iell of Lady Serindi and Lord Thavron, old friends of my family and the well known previous head of Bar-Meneg-Mir-Lain.
She was requesting permission to relocate the workshops here to Imladris because the increasing yrch attacks on her village were hurting the well being of her artisans and their families. Since many of the village elves had previously departed to the Undying Lands there were insufficient experienced warriors outside of those in her families remaining to provide for the village's defences. It seems the village leaders would not or could not make the necessary decisions to relocate to a safer place or arrange protection through Thranduil. In deference to that she felt that her responsibility was for her own people's safety. I later found out that she hoped that their departure would force the village to do something to strengthen their defences."
"Serindi did those tapestries we gifted you with didn't she?"
"And Thavron carved the doors to my rooms as well."
Celeborn nodded. "I remember, Celebrian loved them."
"Well, for some reason that I can't explain her letter caught my interest, and it was not an unreasonable request so I sent word agreeing to their relocation to her and her people. They arrived as expected but I wasn't here at the time. Erestor welcomed them and got them settled in the new workshops and housing. But here is where it gets really strange. It seems Amarie had been having dreams also of an ellon she didn't know or recognize for the past two hundred and fifty years and we both had a shock when we recognized each other as the other's dream visitor. She was both embarrassed and terrified thinking of all the possible consequences that could result if I found out about her dreams and all I could think of was how I was going to deal with her if she found out about mine."
Elrond paused and poured more tea into their cups. Settling back in the chair, he continued, "After several bungled attempts to find a comfortable way to deal with the situation, we accidentally found out about our mutual dreams and settled down to explore what it all meant. We came to an understanding and the dreams resumed. The hin met her and seemed to like her at once. Arwen has been meeting with her and the Lady Saeldae for a weekly evening ellyth night out."
"Where did Lady Saeldae come from?" his bemused father in law asked.
Elrond laughed, "She is Amarie's great aunt and Serindi's sister. She is also, I suspect, soon to be Erestor's mate."
Celeborn struggled to hide a grin and gave up. "Staid, serious Erestor has fallen in love? Will wonders never cease?" He shook his head in amusement.
Elrond nodded, "He and Sadi have not said anything yet but they spend a lot of time together and they do a lot of plotting together. They are a good match."
Celeborn nodded chuckling. "Galadriel will be most amused about Erestor. As for Amarie, I will meet her in the morning and hopefully put her at ease."
"Thank you meldir nin, that would be most appreciated." Elrond rose. "I will wish you a maer du idh then. Will you join me for breakfast in my rooms?"
Celeborn walked him to the door. "That I will meldir nin, that I will."
Elrond entered his rooms and changed swiftly into sleeping pants and a robe. He undid his braids and washed up before crossing to the balcony his bedroom and slipping out through the gardens to Amarie's balcony. Pausing at the door to her bedroom he looked about until he found her sleeping in the chair by the dying fire. Smiling he went to her and tenderly removed the book she held loosely in her fingers. Setting it on the nearby table he lifted her in his arms and carried her to the bed. Drawing the covers aside he slowly laid her down and removed his robe before joining her. Drawing her gently into his arms he smiled contentedly and settled down to join her in sleep.
Bar-Meneg-Mir-Lain -house of a thousand jeweled threads
maer du idh-good night's rest
meld ir nin-my friend
miruvor- much desired Rivendell cordial
lothron – May, a month
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