Salgant was seated on his bed with his legs crossed and the book that Elrond gave him open before him. He scanned the pages as he ate a pastry that was covered in powdered sugar and tasted very sweet. Lady Celebrian sent a servent over with a plate full of different pastries, a few of them were her personal favorites that she wanted him to try. 

He took a bite as he turned a page and his eyes scanned the musical score on it. He sighed a bit and looked over at the harp that was brought to the room if Salgant wanted to play it. He then laid back on the bed and closed his eyes. When he opened them he was still in the room that Elrond gave him to stay in. At times he wondered if it was just a dream and everything that happened after he met Glorfindel was just in his head. Yet, he was glad that when he opened his eyes he was here and everything wasn't some dream. 

He sat up as a knock sounded at his door, "Come in." He called.

Elrond stepped in and gave a slight nod of his head with his normal smile. "Good afternoon, Salgant." 

"Good afternoon, Lord Elrond," Salgant said with a small nod of his own. 

"Uh...Salgant. You may want to whip your mouth a bit," Elrond said gently. 

Salgant reached up and when he pulled his fingers away he saw powdered sugar. He blushed a bit and whipped his mouth with a napkin. After he finished he looked back at Elrond and asked, "What can I do for?" 

"I was coming to see how you are doing," Elrond said.

"I am fine," Salgant replied softly. 

"Everything is fine with your wounds?" He then asked. 

"Some are a bit sore but it's doing better," Salgant said. 

"Alright. I can give you some different salve that will help with the soreness," He replied.

"Thank you, Lord Elrond," Salgant said. 

"Perfect. I will bring it over to you tonight and please just call me Elrond," He said putting a gentle hand on his arm. Salgant gave a little nod as Elrond stood up. "Good day and as always if you need anything do not hesitate to ask." 

"I will. Thank you...Elrond." Salgant said. Elrond smiled and left the room closing the door giving him some more privacy. Once Elrond left Salgant gave a small sigh before looking back to his book. 

~~~

Salgant shivered as he applied the salve to the sore wounds on his body. It stung just a little bit yet after a few moments it just felt a bit sticky. He finished applying it and put it by his dresser and got into his night clothing. 

He paused and looked in a mirror with an expressionless face. His clothes fit him far better now, they did not hang on him like a tent and to him, he was looking more normal or rather physically normal. He headed towards his bed but paused he looked back to the harp and bit his lip slightly. Salgant sat down by the harp and ghosted his fingers over the strings. He then placed them on the strings and then moved them across the strings. A few gentle notes floated out of the instrument. He played a few more notes moving his arms carefully. He smiled a bit as he continued to play notes that felt right to him. The gentle melody and relaxing arm movements brought a sense of calming peace over him. 

Salgant came to a quick pause to his music as he heard a knock on the door. "Uh...yes?" He asked looking at the door hesitantly.

The door opened and Glorfindel stepped in with a smile. "Hey. I was going to say goodnight," He said. 

"Right. Goodnight," Salgant said. 

"I heard you playing Salg, you sounded amazing," Glorfindel said. "You have not lost your touch, what song was that?" 

Salgant covered his mouth and tried to hid his giggle but failed. Glorfindel looked at him and pouted a bit. "What?" He asked. 

"I wasn't playing anything Glorfindel," Salgant said. "I was playing random notes, it seems you have lost yours a bit." 

"I have not," Glorfindel said. "I still remember my lessons with Ecthelion. He said I did very well," 

"Very well? I was there helping Glorfindel. You broke a window when you tried to play a higher note." Salgant said.

"That only happened once," He replied folding his arms and giving a long pause. "Okay. Twice but I learned my lesson."

"Please just stick to singing. You do not have talent playing an instrument." Salgant begged. 

"Fine. Fine." Glorfindel said with a wave of his hand. Salgant nodded then did a double-take as he looked Glorfindel he wore his armor rather than his 'pajamas' as he insists on calling them. 

"Is everything okay?" Salgant asked pointing at the armor. 

"Oh. Fine, just reports of orcs near the border. I am going on a night patrol." Glorfindel said. 

"Orcs?" He replied worry filling his voice. He looked over his shoulder and out his window. Glorfindel walked over and put a firm hand on Salgant's shoulder. The worried elf turned and faced the warrior standing before him. 

"Don't worry Salgant. I can handle this, you are going to be fine." Glorfindel said. "Besides. My fighting skills are far better than any musical skills I have." 

Salgant just smiled and gave a nod. Glorfindel smiled and gave him a hug. "You'll be just fine, Salg." He said. "Why don't you get some sleep." 

Salgant nodded and stood up but stopped before he headed to his bed. He looked at Glorfindel and gave him a hug. He was short for an elf so he did have to stand on his toes just a bit to be able to reach him fully. "Please...come back." He said softly. 

"Hey. Of course, pitya háno," Glorfindel said. 

"Pitya háno?" Salgant asked looking at him in surprise. 

"Course. You have become just like a little brother to me," He said ruffling Salgant's hair up. Salgant paused and made a little face as his hair was moved in all directions. Glorfindel laughed a little and said, "almarë ló. Fúmë alaquenta." 

"Almarë ló, hanta-lyë." Salgant said as he climbed into bed. 

Glorfindel smiled and waved to him goodnight. He then turned and left the room closing the door behind him. Salgant laid down and hugged one of the pillows close to him. A few tears came to his eyes. After all these years having no family; he got an older brother again. He pressed his face into the pillow and smiled then closed his eyes. After a few moments, he fell into a deep sleep. The deepest sleep he had in ages. 

~~~

Glorfindel ducked low as an arrow passed over his head from an orc. He ran forward and lashed his sword out cutting the orc down quickly. He drew back and swung his sword to the ground. He let out a long breath and stood straight. His patrol got attacked by the orcs who moved were sneaking around by the outside their borders. 

Glorfindel swung his sword around and slid his sword away. He looked to another guard and asked, "Well how many did we lose? Wounded?" 

"None and four, sir." One of the other guards replied. 

Glorfindel nodded and looked at the mess of orcs that lay before them. He turned and started giving orders to the other guards to take care of the bodies of orcs and help the wounded back to Rivendell. As he spoke an orc who had remained hidden drew his sword and raised it and then charged at Glorfindel. 

Glorfindel turned just as the orc was about to strike. Yet, it froze and fell to the ground, once it hit the ground standing behind it was an old face he had not seen in ages. 

"Galdor!" Glorfindel said in shock. "You are alive!?" 

"Glorfindel," He said with a smile. "It has been a while," 

"It has," Glorfindel replied as he stared at him in surprise. He then hugged him and then let go after a moment. He grasped Galdor's arms and asked, "How?" 

"It's a long story," Galdor said. "It's good to see you again." 

"It is," Glorfindel responded. 

Galdor gave a smile and asked, "I am heading to Rivendell, I believe you can show me the exact way?" 

"Of course," He replied. "Yet, I will need to help my men gather the wounded up."

"Here. Let me help," Galdor said. 

"Thank you," Glorfindel replied. Galdor gave a nod and as he helped Glorfindel he began telling him how he survived both the fall of Gondolin and the third kinslaying. Glorfindel nodded and listened as his old friend and a former fellow lord spoke. 

The group headed back to Rivendell and once back Glorfindel directed the guards with the wounded to head to the medical wing while he got Elrond. He and Galdor headed to Elrond's office where he was unfortunately still up working on some last-minute paperwork. 

Elrond looked up as Glorfindel stepped into the office with Galdor. "Lord Elrond?" Glorfindel asked. 

"Yes?" Elrond asked. 

"Our group was ambushed by the orcs and we did hold and finished them off. Luckily no one was killed and only four where injured." Glorfindel said. 

"Anything major?" Elrond asked as he stood up.

"Nothing too bad," Glorfindel replied. Elrond nodded and began walking quickly towards the healer's wing. Once he was gone Glorfindel gestured Galdor to follow him again. 

"Come on, I can find another room for you," Glorfindel said. 

"Thank you," Galdor responded.

"Of course," Glorfindel replied. As they walked down the hall Glorfindel put an arm around his shoulder. Galdor shook his head and chuckled a bit. 

 "So." Glorfindel started. "You look well," 

"I am. After the fall of Gondolin was hard but I managed the best I could," Galdor replied. 

"Good to hear," Glorfindel said. "Well. Here's the room," 

"Thank you," Galdor said as he looked at the door. "Perhaps tomorrow once your men are taken care of I'll be able to speak to the Lord Elrond?" 

"Of course. Tomorrow he'll be happy to speak with you," Glorfindel said. "Oh. I also have something to show you."

"Alright," Galdor said. "Well, goodnight." 

"Night," Glorfindel said. He then stretched and headed back to speak with Elrond a bit more and check on the wounded guards. He also hoped he could catch Salgant before he leaves his room in the morning. He hopes he'll be okay with meeting Galdor again after all these years. Besides Galdor should be fine with the meeting for as long as he had known him Galdor has been very forgiving.

Glossary -
Quenya

Pitya háno - Little brother

Almarë ló. Fúmë alaquenta - blessedness/good fortune night. Sleep well (happily) 

hanta-lyë - Thank you