"Glorfi..." He began. Glorfindel took a hesitant step forward as a forgotten Erestor looked from one elf to the other.
"You..." Glorfindel questioned. "How can it be?...You're..." Over come with emotion, the golden lord surged forward and enveloped the startled elf in a tight hug. "Oh meldir," He whispered, "Is it really you?" Never letting go, Glorfindel pulled back enough to look the stranger in the eye. "Look at you! Oh, but you must be famished and cold. Tul, let us remedy that." Glorfindel ushered that strange elf out of the room before the very confused Erestor could blink. Coming to his senses, Erestor purposefully strode into the hall.
The two retreating elves were already half way down the corridor when a very cold voice stopped them.
"CAPTAIN Glorfindel!" Erestor stressed the title. The Elda tuned around to see a very proper and cross chief advisor. "Since you seem to know this elf...would you kindly enlighten me?" Sarcasm dripped from his word.
The captain tilted his head and studied the councilor a moment. Did the councilor really not know? In an all to mater-a-fact tone Glorfindel simply said, "Ecthelion." He turned and continued down the hall, chatting animatedly as he went.
Erestor, for the second time that night, stood in complete shock. "Ecthelion." He whispered. Had Glorfindel stuck around he would have seen the flash of sadness in the councilor's eyes. 'Well,' he thought 'it is good that I do not have strong feelings for him.' As the warriors forms retreated, a nagging voice said, 'Yah, right.'
Glorfindel was just beside himself. Before him stood his best friend in the world, returned by Namo. "Do not get me wrong, meldir, I am happy to see you, but Namo does nothing without cause." The warrior sat on a stool as his friend soaked in the tub. Sliding under the water to rinse his thick locks, Ecthelion emerged and replied, "I was sent back as you were. It seem that the Darkness will gain strength in the future." Smiling in mischief he continued, "I guess Namo finally realized that he sent the wrong slayer back." Glorfindel laugh heartily. It was going to be great to have Ecthelion back.
On the floor above, Erestor prepared himself for bed. Forgotten was the chess game. 'Probably for good.' A melancholy sigh left his lips. 'Humph, things finally get back to normal and another balrog-slayer comes along for all of Imladris to fawn over.' Settling into bed, the dark councilor found only fit full reverie. Visions of a certain blond and a certain brunet flashed in his mind's eye. They were lovers before the legends say. So, naturally they would be so again. Erestor hated to admit it but he was none to happy about it. 'Really! He is a friend and only a friend.' He told himself. Maybe, someday he would believe it.
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