Title: Of Gondolin Part 1/??
Rating: PG-13 so far
Pairing: GlorfindelxLaiqalassë, GlorfindelxEcthelion & a few random hinted ats…
Disclaimer: Although these characters are based on Tolkien’s, they are by no means completely accurate representations of them. And although some of the situations described are based on canon events, these are my interpretations of it. This is fiction for the pure and simple pleasure of it, nothing for profit. I own nothing.
Summary: Life in Gondolin, for the Lord and Captain of the House of the Golden Flower.
Note: This is all amakarie’s fault for encouraging me. I figure I should finally post the bits that are done. They’ve been looked at by amakarie and shizzical. This part seems kind of short compared to the others, but that’s where the split felt right!

The sun reflected off golden strands of hair; proof of the Vanyar blood mixed into his Noldor heritage as well as being the source of his name. Glorfindel smiled as he rode, his entire countenance radiating joy. Inquisitive blue eyes searched his surroundings and he wave a greeting to many he passed. Of all the lords of Gondolin, Glorfindel was among the most beautiful and most beloved.

Upon approaching the stables, he dismounted and fondly petted his horse’s flank before handing her to a stable hand.

He smiled, looking upwards to a sky as bright as his mood. Humming to himself, he considered what an excellent day it was to be outside, and decided to head over to the training yards in hopes of finding a partner that would allow him to continue to do so.

Arching through the air, his sword met its opponent with a loud clang. The blonde elf laughed his enjoyment of the sport and attempted another approach. “I do not know why you bother, my friend. You do know that I will be the victor!”

“Aiya, Glorfindel. Perhaps I do not use my sword as often as you do, but that does not mean I lack in skill. I shall best you.” Galdor teased in return, then with a sudden movement managed to disarm Glorfindel in a manner that seemed to prove his words.

The sword tumbled to the ground and landed near the feet of another elf that was watching their match. The dark-haired Noldo, Laiqalassë by name, shuffled slightly so that the blade would not harm him as it fell. He then retrieved the blade, handing it back to its golden-haired owner with a wink. “It appears that the House of Tree has won yet another round against the Golden Flower, my Lord.”

Glorfindel’s eyebrow lifted in an elegant arch at these words, though he recLaiqalassëmed his sword and re-sheathed it. “Perhaps it is you I should duel next time, instead of your uncle? Not once have you accepted my offers to spar before. Is it for fear of being defeated?”

“Ai! Ai! Your very presence doth cause me to tremble like a flower! I fear that I am no match for you sir!” The melodramatic swoon that accompanied the statement probably would have been almost believable, had not the elf doing it burst into laughter so quickly.

The blonde rolled his eyes while Galdor grinned at his mischievous nephew. “Dear Greenleaf never did bother to attend his lessons on swordplay; however, I do believe his tongue has always been sharp enough to make up for that fact. Has it not, young one?”

“You are the one of the very few who can truly call me young, uncle.” Laiqalassë replied with a smile as he moved to stand next to the elder elf. “Though, it is true that I have never wielded a sword. I prefer the traditional weapons of our house.”

“Always the faithful and dutiful child, I will give you that much. At least when you are not causing trouble. Come now, I am afraid we must return to our duties. My Lord Glorfindel, I shall speak with you again shortly.” A polite nod directed to his sparring partner, and Galdor placed a friendly arm around his nephew’s shoulder as they departed the training grounds.

Glorfindel smiled fondly upon the closeness of his two friends. “Aye, I too should return to my duties.”

As the two elves from the House of Tree departed, Glorfindel watched them walk for a short time. Both kin had the dark brown hair of their line and similar facial features but that was where the similarity ended. Galdor, lord of that house, had brown eyes and the heavier set of one who had spent much time with weapons and in war. In contrast, Laiqalassë was of slender build and tall, muscled for endurance and exploring. His eyes were green.

A beautiful, sparkling green that Glorfindel had to chide himself for dwelling on.