50 Passages Semi-Drabble: A Touch of Home
Jan. 6th, 2007 03:21 amTitle: A Touch of Home
Author: Tuxedo Elf
Rating: G
Pairing: Glorfindel/Ecthelion (Implied)
Prompt: 11 -The chamber was filled with a soft light; its walls were green and silver and its roof of gold.
Word Count: 282
Notes: Set in the Duty's Call universe.
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Glorfindel quietly observed the impressive suite of rooms that Lord Elrond had given him. It was easy to see that before his arrival the rooms had been reserved for visiting dignitaries. The main room was light and airy with large carved windows and the bedchamber was filled with soft light; its walls were green and silver and its roof was gold. They were elaborate and attractively furnished yet still impersonal and utterly lacking in character.
He had not brought much with him from Valinor - indeed he had not had a great deal to bring. All of his possessions had been lost when Gondolin fell and he had not been reborn long enough to acquire a great deal again. All he had were a few clothes, some small trinkets and a couple of books. And one more special possession that could change things for the better.
He moved across the room, going to the wooden trunk in the corner that contained all he had brought with him. Pushing aside the few items that remained he reached to the bottom for a carefully-tied bundle of fabric and pulled it out.
Hoisting it under one arm, he selected one of the bland tapestries that hung on the wall and swiftly pulled it down, casting it carelessly aside. Unrolling the fabric he held, he deftly hung it in the now empty space. To his delight he found his guess had been correct and that it fit perfectly.
Stepping back, he admired the colour and design of the banner of the House of the Fountain that now adorned his wall. It seemed to him that the whole room was brightened by its presence.
Better. Much better.
End
Author: Tuxedo Elf
Rating: G
Pairing: Glorfindel/Ecthelion (Implied)
Prompt: 11 -The chamber was filled with a soft light; its walls were green and silver and its roof of gold.
Word Count: 282
Notes: Set in the Duty's Call universe.
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Glorfindel quietly observed the impressive suite of rooms that Lord Elrond had given him. It was easy to see that before his arrival the rooms had been reserved for visiting dignitaries. The main room was light and airy with large carved windows and the bedchamber was filled with soft light; its walls were green and silver and its roof was gold. They were elaborate and attractively furnished yet still impersonal and utterly lacking in character.
He had not brought much with him from Valinor - indeed he had not had a great deal to bring. All of his possessions had been lost when Gondolin fell and he had not been reborn long enough to acquire a great deal again. All he had were a few clothes, some small trinkets and a couple of books. And one more special possession that could change things for the better.
He moved across the room, going to the wooden trunk in the corner that contained all he had brought with him. Pushing aside the few items that remained he reached to the bottom for a carefully-tied bundle of fabric and pulled it out.
Hoisting it under one arm, he selected one of the bland tapestries that hung on the wall and swiftly pulled it down, casting it carelessly aside. Unrolling the fabric he held, he deftly hung it in the now empty space. To his delight he found his guess had been correct and that it fit perfectly.
Stepping back, he admired the colour and design of the banner of the House of the Fountain that now adorned his wall. It seemed to him that the whole room was brightened by its presence.
Better. Much better.
End