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[gondolin_noble]

Glorfindel pauses at the edge of the porch, staring up at the fading stars joyously, reveling in their song. A week is entirely too long to be away, though he does not regret the reasons that held him away for so long. Off in the forest, the birds launch into full riotous song, filling the air as the Sun finally makes her appearance over the encircling ring of cliffs. Fresh morning light glints off the snow, the icy tree branches just beginning to bud, the roofs of the halls further down into the valley.

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[gondolin-noble.livejournal.com]

"Miscreant? I? Glorfindel, what have you been telling..." Now it is Glorfindel's turn to laugh as Elladan (it takes many years and frequent mistakes to learn to tell one from the other, but this is most assuredly Elladan) splutters, wiping snow from his face.

[nerdanel_the_wise]

Again, she laughs, resting hands on her belly.

"Do you often engage in snowfights at dawn?" she asks Glorfindel, her eyes sparkling as they haven't for a very long time.

[gondolin-noble.livejournal.com]

"Is there a better time?" Glorfindel asks, all innocence, while Elladan calls down from above: "Snowfights, swordfights, he is in love with the predawn hours, and drags us from our beds to be sure we do not miss them!"

Glorfindel shakes his head at his young charge and takes Nerdanel's arm again.
"When you are done sulking in the trees, elfling, you may join us for breakfast." Elladan smiles at the teasing.
"You just want your lady friend to yourself for a while longer. Have no fear! I'll be sure to ward my brother off, should he venture too close!" Then, with a wave for Nerdanel, he disappears from sight, as if he had never been.

[nerdanel_the_wise]

She looks to Glorfindel.

"You drag them out of their warm beds for swordfights?" she asks with a raised brow.

[gondolin-noble.livejournal.com]

"If they persist in thinking themselves warriors, they will train like warriors, and if I, as their armsmaster, wish to hear the song of the stars along with that of steel, then they have little room to argue." He replies with a smug smile, having fought and won that fight a long time ago, even as such things are reckoned here. "But come! Your breakfast is waiting." As he leads her closer to the heart of Imladris, the Noldori influence becomes more pronounced - the path becomes cobbled, here and there statue of stone stands looking out over sleeping gardens, cunningly crafted lanterns shine palely with the coming of the morning sun.

[nerdanel_the_wise]

The arts are a little crude in her eyes -- the one who was the greatest sculpter of their kind -- but she appreciates them for what they are. She walks beside him at a liesurely pace, not rushing but not dallying, her eyes taking in everything around her.

"What shall we be dining on for breakfast?"

[gondolin-noble.livejournal.com]

"If the trend holds true, leafcakes with apples and honey, cured ham, sweetend porrige... though in truth, it is folly to try and guess what may be served. The cooks are allowed to make what they will, and the results can be surprising." As he speaks, the roar of the river grows louder until they come around the last bend. There before them is a great waterfall, and on the far shore, the Last Homely House. A slender span of stone bridges the two shores, the only bridge they would build for their safe haven.

[nerdanel_the_wise]

Her mouth waters.

"Well, you have not wasted away into nothingness, so their cooking must be adequate. And Feaho is not a particular sort. He only demands his dozen meals a day, really," she giggles. "Tell me, do the twins look as much alike as my twins do? Are they mirrors?"

[gondolin-noble.livejournal.com]

"To the point we despaired of ever telling the two apart, when they were elflings. Those new-come to Imladris still mistake them - and I think they enjoy the game. Elladan can be more dour than his twin, and Elrohir tends to be less rash, but they are alike as two peas in a pod. It is safest at times to call any twin you happen across 'El' and be done with it." He laughs, taking her hand and stepping onto the bridge, comfortable as if he were standing on a broad street.

[nerdanel_the_wise]

Her balance, while a bit off, is not suffering so that she cannot manage the footbridge.

Though she does hold tight to his hand.

"Well, if you had not been a mother to twins, perhaps it would be difficult to tell two apart." Her cheeks flush a little as she watches where she walks. "He was quite handsome, Glorfindel, you did not tell me that."

[gondolin-noble.livejournal.com]

Glorfindel looks pained at her choice of terms.
"Cousin mine, please remember I have known that one, and his brother, since they were concieved. I look at them, and more often than not, I see the elflings they were instead of the warriors and lords they are."

[nerdanel_the_wise]

She chuckles.

"Then let me assure you, my golden flower, he is very handsome."

[gondolin-noble.livejournal.com]

"Aiya, do not tell him so, or his overvaunting pride will be unstoppable. You call me a vain peacock, but next to that one, I am but a humble wood dove." But his good cheer is restored as he steps onto the far shore and waits for her.

[nerdanel_the_wise]

Carefully, she steps from the bridge, her cheeks flushed bright red from the cold, and presses a kiss to his cheek.

"Have I ever been one to say exactly what was on my mind?" she asks with a wry grin.

[gondolin-noble.livejournal.com]

"Yes!" He laughs, taking her arm again and leading her up towards the Hall. "Much to my great chagrin, yes! The day you do not is one I should worry."

[nerdanel_the_wise]

"You wound me," she says with a pout, and then a laugh. "But I am who I am. And I am particularly happy with that." Her eyes take in the sight of the Hall from the outside. "The architecture is so lovely, Glorfindel. Rough, but lovely."

[gondolin-noble.livejournal.com]

"And for that backhanded compliment I thank you on behalf of my absent lord, oh teller of truths!" Though she is not far off the mark. Imladris was built as a refuge, a hiding place during a seemingly endless war, and there was neither time nor inclination to create the gleaming towers and smooth wide streets of cities such as Lindon. Nor would many of the inhabitants appreciated it! For it was not only the Noldori with their love for architecture and stone that lived here, but all clans and divisions have made this valley their home over the ages.
"You see the influence of Lord Celeborn on the construction." He explains as they walk up the stone-flagged path. "He is nephew to the Sindarian king, Elu Thingol, and is much of a mind with him."

[nerdanel_the_wise]

She wrinkles her nose.

"The Sindar came into Aman and created their own little cities and settlements. They were not all that pleased at the domination of the Noldor. Thranduil, Valar -- he created his own woodland realm where he and his father can reside."

[gondolin-noble.livejournal.com]

"I am glad for them! They have been great allies, though the minstrels do not remember it. Their woodcraft can put any Noldori to shame, including me!" As an elf of mixed blood, he cannot help but enjoy it when his overdominant Noldori kin get a sharp reminder that they are not the only ones of worth. "Many of the skills taught to Imladris' defenders are of Sindarian origin, and no foe will ever see an elf of this valley - only their arrows." He notes with grim satisfaction.

[nerdanel_the_wise]

She stares at him.

"They are barbarous!"

[gondolin-noble.livejournal.com]

"So we first thought, when we met them - living in caves and trees, preferring their drab greys to our jeweled finery! But theirs is a different sort of wisdom, formed in long years of twilight. You should spend some time with their kin here, in the land they love - I do not know how Aman would change them." He shakes his head. "I doubt they would go willingly."

[nerdanel_the_wise]

She smiles at him. "Perhaps you will take me traveling sometime," Nerdanel replies, patting her belly. "After he is born. Riding a horse, now, would not be a wise choice."

[gondolin-noble.livejournal.com]

"If only because certain other people would be quite wroth with me, if I allowed it. We will go south, through the Gap of Rohan, and you may see Ents, as well as Thranduil's woodland realm, and Celeborn's Lothlorien. Or perhaps further south, to Belfast in Dol Amroth, and the forests of Ithilien, where Legolas Thranduilion builds a realm..."

"If he stops chattering to every tree and bush he stumbles across." A dark-haired elf in stately robes snorts as he crosses the courtyard in front of Glorfindel and Nerdanel, evidently intent on some mission or other. "The twins missed you this morning, poppinjay. And I have not been told of a newcomer." Glorfindel rolls his eyes.
"So I have been told, stormcrow, and she is my guest. Haven't you some poor scribe to harass?"
"Fine, keep your secrets, I will learn them all eventually." Erestor smiles, clearly enjoying the challenge. "My lady." He bows, then disappears into one of the smaller halls.

[nerdanel_the_wise]

Nerdanel raises a brow.

"Poppinjay?" she asks with a chuckle. "So many people to meet! I will have my hands full, I think. And who would be displeased if you took me riding? I haven't been riding in so many years... but later. Feaho will come in the summer, which will be a perfect time for you to take me through these lands."

Her eyes had followed Erestor, finding these Elves different from the Elves of her home.

"I thought I was promised a meal?"

[gondolin-noble.livejournal.com]

"That one has been a thorn in my side and a welcome ally since he joined Elrond in our retreat here. He is Erestor, a peerless scout and sharp-tongued advisor." Glorfindel explains with a fond smile. "And I did! A thousand apologies for delaying it so long." With that he pushes open the doors to the great hall. The air is filled with the chatter of many voices, speaking in a wide variety of languages - Over there, a trio of green-clad wood elves are laughing over some jest or other, there a group of Dwarves hunker over their meal and debate, a troop of tall, dark-haired Rangers new-come from the Wilds show rare smiles as the serving staff bring them food and drink. Glorfindel escorts Nerdanel to the head table, where the other half of the Peredhil twins sits finishing his meal. He rises at Nerdanel's approach, bowing.
"Good morrow, my lady, Glorfindel."