Egret, Day 23

[laurefindil]

Who: Glorfindel and Open
When: Day 23
Where: Kitchen
What: Food and knives!
Warning: Sharp things

Having taken Evie's class and learned how to use the stove, Glorfindel was able to take part in his Team's chores of preparing the meals. Although, technically, that was what some of the more experienced cooks did. Glorfindel was more of a sous chef (chopper of things). Today he was making some quick, portable snacks that people could come and take with them if they wanted to go to the gym or the library or elsewhere on the train.

[What do people want? Come and ask! You might not get what you hope, but it will be interesting!]

He has also made an concerted effort to go through the kitchen and sharpen every blade in the room, except the butter spreaders.

[You can come help or just chat about sharp things!]

Comments

[marriedanidiot]

She giggles, clearly seeing what he wants to say.

"Oh dear. Poor Lindir! At least he would never have needed to worry about sleeping in?"

[laurefindil]

"Ha! Poor Lindir, indeed. Since he entertained in the evenings, he wasn't expected to wake with the dawn, but that rooster insisted on waking him anyway."

"Normally a rooster has a life expectancy of about 12 years, but this one taught his son to worship the Bard as well, and then the grandson picked it up too. Eventually Lindir got to sleep, but it took a couple of generations. Even no...recently, you only had to crow to get him to give you such a dirty look."

[marriedanidiot]

Nerdanel laughs again.

"Oh no, poor Lindir! Did he not consider blocking his ears?"

[laurefindil]

"Except he cannot sleep when it is perfectly silent. He'd get insomnia on this train, if he did not have roommates. He says he gets some of his best inspiration from sounds at night."

[marriedanidiot]

"Oh no." She giggles. "Poor Lindir. Makalaure would have liked him."

[laurefindil]

"Lindir hangs off of Elrond's stories when he tells of his Foster Fathers. He wants nothing more in this world than to meet him and perhaps even get to play with him."

"He is quite good, though. So I think he'd like Lindir for more than just because he's a little crazy. But, aren't all the best bards?" He gave her a little wink so she knew he was just having a bit of fun.

[marriedanidiot]

She laughs again at that.

"Ai! That much is true. The things Makalaure used to get up to with his minstrel friends! And that Elemmire especially! I thought the Vanyar were supposed to be devout!."

[laurefindil]

Glorfindel protested on behalf of his Vanyar relatives. "They are! But everything started with a Song, remember..."

[marriedanidiot]

"I do not deny that!' She laughs. "But I'm fairly certain drinking songs are not what the Valar were thinking of when they taught us that!"

[laurefindil]

Glorfindel gave her a look. "Have you met the Valar? Yes, some are quiet and reserved, but once you get to know them, they have their moments. Mandos wanders his hall and, if you are ready to make merry, he will do so with you. Though to be perfectly honest, very, very few are ready." He got a sad look on his face, remembering those he saw when he was there. Those who faded, those who died of violence...it took time for their souls to recover.

[marriedanidiot]

"Only Aule, in truth." She smiles wryly. "He has always been a good friend to our family."

"It... is good to know that Lord Namo is ... kinder than we feared."

[laurefindil]

Glorfindel nodded. "I understand he has a lot in common with the Dwarves he created."

"Very much so." He shook his head. "I know some speak his name like he is some sinister villain, wanting people to die so he can take them away. But the opposite is true. He is sad with every soul that comes into his keeping. He and his Lady Wife do their best to make sure they mend, and that they heal. Not everyone is ready to let go of their past, however. Everyone heals at their own rate. There is no wrong way, there is no timeline. There is only infinite patience and love." Glorfindel might be a little biased since he'd gotten an opportunity to see them in action, as a healed soul, before he returned, of course.

[marriedanidiot]

"I think so! Although the only dwarf I've ever met was Lord Gimli, who young Legolas assures all and sundry is a most unique specimen!"

Which is very cute and all, but Nerdanel is pretty sure Legolas is exagerating juuuuuuuust a bit.

"Oh." She breathes, relief in every line of her. "Oh, thank you. That helps. Thank you." Her Maitimo might be able to heal, then. Perhaps he will return to her in truth. Perhaps Caranthir will put aside his anger, and Celegorm his rage, and Curufin his fear. Perhaps her Ambarussar will return to her.

Perhaps even, one day, her husband.

[laurefindil]

Glorfindel laughed. "While exceptional, he is actually quite typical of his people. It is his deep friendship with Legolas that is unique. His wife and children are also quite fond of him." Because of course, in the time he is from, Legolas and Gimli hadn't sailed yet.

He smiled gently. He knew. He had friends and relatives in the Halls. None were sons or husbands, but...he knew a measure of what she was going through. He was glad his words helped. He was even more glad that Lord Namo was such a being.

[marriedanidiot]

"I wish I could meet more of them." She says wistfully.

"They seem like such interesting people!"

[laurefindil]

He sighed. "It is one of the downsides to withdrawing back to Valinor. But..." he grinned at her, "have a little faith in Aule. If anyone can figure out how to make it happen, it would be him!"

[marriedanidiot]

She smiles at the thought.

"True! I should suggest it to him perhaps. I think we Noldor grow complacent - a bit of stiff competition would be useful!"

[laurefindil]

"They primarily live underground, so it's not like they'd be obstructing the view. Not, that they would anyway, being so short," he said with a wink.

[marriedanidiot]

She gasps and then giggles.

"Oh my! Perhaps don't tell them that to their faces!"

[laurefindil]

"Oh no, definitely not! They know how to party,but you do not want to get on a dwarf's bad side. They hold grudges like, well, only someone who follows Aule can," he said with a wink.

[marriedanidiot]

She snorts, amused. "Are you comparing them to my husband, now?"

[laurefindil]

Glorfindel looked away, but only with his eyes. "Of course not?"

[marriedanidiot]

She peals with laughter.

"Oh, but the number of times I have seen that face on sons and husband! My lord, you will have to do far better than that!"

[laurefindil]

Glorfindel broke into laughter as well. That had been the reaction he had hoped for.

"I will work on my lying then," he said.

[marriedanidiot]

"Hm, I should probably not encourage that." She smiles.