Glorfindel passed out from the pain he had been concealing throughout the segment of consciousness. A little elfling toddled up to his chair and tried to give the unconscious elf her special stuffed animal. Erestor picked the elfling up and held her as she placed it on his chest.
"That's very kind of you." Elrond's praised the suddenly shy elfling.
"When I get scareds or sick, Hop makes me feel better 'cause he protects me from the scary dreams. Do you think it will help him knows he not alone and protects him from the scary dreams?" The little elfling's question made many of the older elves smile.
"The story of the stuffed animal protecting children from the monsters in their rooms had started in Gondolin. It was said that Glorfindel gave an elfling of his House one and promised it would never stop protecting her. Do you know what her name was?" Elrond had smiled as he told the little one the story that one of the survivors of the House of the Golden Flower had told countless people. The elfling shook her head.
"Her name was Qiqilla. She was one of your ancestors and she would read to Glorfindel all the time." The elfling squealed in happiness.
"That's my name too! Do you think I can reads to him?" Elrond nodded and Qiqilla toddled back to her parents.
After a few more tales of the kind Lord of the House of Air, with great descriptions of the appearance and the never ending generosity, crossing some of the ice plains to protect the Noldo in his lands that he called his people and driving the evil back, Erestor started to notice a reaccuring pattern. All the descriptions matched the unconscious elf next to him. Elrond also seemed to connect the dots.
The next tale spoke of the First Kin-Slaying from the Vanyars point of view and the plea that a Vanya elf made to the Lord of his House to follow the Noldo although he had committed no crime. The Valar granted the plea as it showed great loyalty and blessed the elf. The tale told of the building of Gondolin and the Fall of the great city. The last tale told was of Glorfindel's fall and the return of the sword to his people in the undying lands. These tales lasted through the week and the songs of the Vanya were still upon the minds of those of Rivendell.
During all of the celebrations, Glorfindel slept as he continued to heal. After the celebrations, he was moved back to the Halls of Healing where Erestor continued to watch over the elf with no family. Elrond came to check in on Glorfindel every six hours. It was during one of his visits, as he and Erestor were whispering about some important things, that Glorfindel truly woke up. He had dreamt of an empty battle ground that he stood over, a lonely survivor of the many wars he had fought in for the Valar.
He was completely healed at this point, something that confused the healers, and just listened to the quiet murmurs that stopped when he shifted just a little to see if he was still in the Orc camp. He remembered nothing passed the dagger in his shoulder. A hand rested on his shoulder and his eyes flew open, hand gripping the wrist of the person who had touched him in an almost crushing pressure. He could not make out the strange blob of the thing above him.
"Easy, Glorfindel. You are safe here. You are in Rivendell. Please release my wrist so that I can help you sit up." The voice was familiar and he did as it told him. Slowly, his vision cleared and he realized that he had almost broke Elrond's wrist.
"Sorry." Glorfindel muttered the apology as shyly as an elfling. Elrond merely shrugged.
"I should have expected this reaction considering what you had been through." Elrond sat on the edge of the bed that Glorfindel was on. "What is the last thing you remember?"
"A dagger in my shoulder then everything is fuzzy." Glorfindel watched the Lord in front of him nod.
"We found you a few minutes before then but we were not sure when to attack without jeopardizing your life." Elrond watched the Warrior's face pale a little.
"How much did you..." The golden warrior was cut off by Elrond.
"The titles that the orcs called you by. We celebrated Mid Summer's Eve with tales from the Vanya and Erestor was the one to clean your sword and sheath it. As far as I know, only the two of us are aware of the whole of whom you truly are." Elrond was met with a nod of the golden head. He was astonished by how fast the elf's hair had grown in the five years he had been here, almost to the back of his knees.
"Welcome to the family, Glorfindel." Erestor smiled at the confused elf. "You became part of this House and as you have no family, you are part of Elrond's." Glorfindel smiled at the strange councilor. As Elrond agreed to Erestor's statement.