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- Epilogue -

When he had first come down this passageway, Glorfindel had not planned on stopping. It was nearly suppertime and he had had a long, tiring day. A delegation of men, the Dúnedein to be exact, had arrived early that day. Glorfindel had heard that his friend was among the party and longed to see him. It had been over two years since they had last seen each other. However, as he had been hurrying down the darkening hall, he had seen a light from under the library door. This could only mean that Erestor was there, missing another meal yet again. Glorfindel had stopped before the closed doors, intent on trying to get the Seneschal at least to this meal. However, as soon as he had lifted his hand to knock he had thought that maybe Erestor had a good reason for skipping and the hand had come down. Then Glorfindel had remembered all the times before and the hand had come back up, but he knew Erestor hated it when he pestered him about this, so the hand had come back down again. This had continued for a full five minutes.

Five minutes, that's how long he had stood in front of these two doors. Five minutes, that's how long he had been debating whether or not to go into the room opposite of the doors. And in those five minutes what had he done besides stand there? Occasionally lift his hand to knock only to reconsider and put it down again. Glorfindel growled softly as he glared at the aforementioned hand and then at the two doors. This was ridiculous! Erestor and he had become much closer friends after the Lady Celebrian had helped him. In the ten years that had followed Erestor and Glorfindel had become fast friends, and besides, he wanted Erestor to meet his friend, he was sure they would get along. He knocked on the door determinedly, wincing slightly when he noticed that it sounded more like he was pounding on it.

"Enter."

Glorfindel came in quickly and stood there for a moment. Mounds upon mounds of paperwork surrounded Erestor, or so it seemed to Glorfindel.

"I am glad you finally decided to knock," Erestor said as he continued to write some report. He had heard Glorfindel as when he had first started coming down the hallway. When the ellon's footsteps had suddenly stopped, Erestor knew the Captain had seen the light of the fire in the library and was debating on whether or not to come in. It was nearly suppertime and if he knew the older ellon at all, the elf was wondering why he was still in here.

Glorfindel blinked. "You knew I was there? For how long?"

"All five minutes. I was beginning to think I would have to come over and ask you in," Erestor replied, his head still down and his black hair veiling his face, though Glorfindel was sure that if he could see it now there would be a smirk on it. He laughed and shook his head at the smaller ellon. Yes, they were indeed good friends now. Before, he would have already been chased out.

"I doubt it would have come to that."

"Perhaps."

"Stop trying to distract me."

"I am not trying to distract you, mellon nin, you are doing that all by yourself."

"Wha…Why I…You…" Glorfindel spluttered.

"I?" Erestor prompted as he lay his quill down and gave his full attention to his friend before him. Glorfindel stared; there was definitely a smirk on his face right now. The smaller ellon was teasing him.

"No," Glorfindel said firmly as he folded his arms, "I am not falling for that trick again."

"And I was so hoping you would."

"I am sure. Now, there is a delegation of men, the Dúnedain, coming to sup with Lord Elrond and Lady Celebrian tonight."

"I know. Elrond and I spent some time arranging it."

"One of my friends is in the delegation –"

"You have a human friend?"

"Yes, and I would like for you to meet him."

"You could always be truthful and say you were wondering if I was coming to supper."

"See? You get an added bonus in coming with me and meeting my friend."

"You are incorrigible, do you know that?"

"Yes," Glorfindel conceded with a grin, "but in all honesty I do want you to come and meet my friend. I think you and he will get along well."

"I have a report to finish looking over."

"Really?" Glorfindel asked. He came over swiftly and stared down at the report. "What is it about?"

"The construction of the southern bridge."

"Ah, very important."

"Yes, it is," Erestor replied with a slight glare at the other.

"May I ask a question?"

"You may, but I might not answer."

"Is this a daily report?"

"Of course not, that would be ridiculous! This is a weekly report."

"Ah, so this report is for this week?"

"Yes, I just said that, did I not?"

"So you will not get another one until next week?"

"That would be correct."

"Then you can come to supper!" Glorfindel announced with a broad smile as he straightened up. Erestor raised an eyebrow.

"And how do you see that?"

"Well, unless this report decides to grow legs and run off, you have all the rest of this week to read over this, so you do not have to finish it tonight."

"True."

"Whereas, my friend will only be here for tonight. He, unlike this report, will be gone by tomorrow."

"Also true."

"So, you should come to supper. You can eat and I can introduce you to my friend."

"Alright."

"You could also…wait, did you just agree to come?"

"Yes, I did," Erestor responded as he got up from his seat and stretched his back and then twisted from side to side, "You are right. This report will be here later and I am hungry, so I will come."

Glorfindel laughed as he and Erestor walked out. "Are you sure you are Erestor?"

"You would rather I stay?"

"No, I was just expecting more of a fight."

"We could always go back and continue."

"No, no, that is quite alright."

"Good."

"Ah," Glorfindel said as they stepped into the main hall. Erestor glanced about, taking in a quick scan of the area. Elrond and Celebrian were there along with the delegation of Dúnedein, eleven people in total. The twins would have been here, except they had border patrol this week. Eleven people, Erestor was sure he could handle this evening. He walked over to Elrond and Celebrian.

"Hir nin, hirl nin, I hope you do not mind if I impose myself upon you tonight and join the table."

"Of course we do not mind, Erestor!" Elrond replied quickly.

"We are glad you could come," Celebrian added with a warm smile.

Yes, well, Glorfindel can be very persuasive."

"So I have heard," Elrond answered.

"Erestor, come over here!" Glorfindel called from across the room where he had been conversing with the men. Erestor stifled a sigh and came, he was still uncomfortable around others. Glorfindel waved him to hurry.

"This," Glorfindel said to the man closest to him when Erestor had stopped by him, "is Erestor, Seneschal of Imladris, and one of my friends."

"I see," the ranger said as he looked Erestor up and down for a moment. He seemed satisfied with what he saw after a few moments, for he smiled and held out a hand in the customary greeting of men. Erestor grasped it and gave a bow of his head.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Erestor. I am Arathorn, son of Arador, Chieftain of the Dúnedein."

Elvish Translations:

Ellon – male elf

Hir nin – my lord

Hirl nin – my lady

Mellon nin – my friend