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The peace and tranquility never ended, and this made her feel as if it were all a dream. But waking up to a bright, warm sun, in the palace in Tirion did her well. The first one up was usually Finarfin, and though he was king once upon a time, he had handed the crown to his eldest sister. Findis, firstborn child of Finwë and Indis was named High Queen of the Noldor shortly after Morgoth had finally fell, and was dragged to the void for the final time.
Erestor had always admired her great aunt. The elleth, daughter of Caranthir, and chief advisor to Elrond, had left with him to the Undying Lands after Sauron's defeat, and aftee the wedding of King Aragorn and Queen Arwen. She had told stories of this place to Elrond long ago, talking about growing up in the court of Finwë and Indis.
Being of Feanorian blood was not something to be proud of after the kinslaying. However, a noble lady in Thargelion she remained, hidden behind the shadows of her father. Caranthir was overprotective, but he was hesitant when she declared she was to stay in Gondolin. Over a boy and the promise of spending most of her time in Turgon's library. Caranthir left, angry at himself. He smuggled his own daughter to Middle Earth, making sure no blood was on her hands, and now he was leaving her with the second son of Fingolfin, the new High King of the Noldor on this side of the sea. Glorfindel was someone she admired from afar, but who didn't? However, the true being who caught her own eye was the elf working in the library.
After the fall of Gondolin, they hadn't parted ways. He had work of his own to finish, and while Caranthir was gone, some of her family wasn't. To the Mouths of Sirion and Lindon they went. However, the pair left again to live with Erenion Gil Galad. Talks of their fathers were on the occasion, over tea. But time had passed, and with Erenion Gil Galad she remained. Pengolodh continued in his work, but desired to leave these lands. The elves, though friends, shared an attraction to one another, one never acted upon. There were tears, but she watched as he departed Middle Earth for Tol Eressëa. But Erestor promised Pengolodh that they would meet once more in the Undying lands. She remained with Erenion, and so on with Elrond as became Lord of Imladris.
Here she was now, starting her morning. It was nice to be under the same roof as Elrond, and the Lady Galadriel. These were family members she could count on. Findis, the image of her mother, with the strength and stoicism of her father, sat at the head of the table, Finarfin was on the other. She was a silent queen, her long golden hair done up in braids and adorned in jewels, her circlet catching sun and shining. Finarfin stood as her advisor, but with her credibility, Erestor aided when she could, and watched over the massive library in the Tirion palace.
Erestor had taken her time when walking to the library. However, being stopped by royal guards alarmed her. A simple note. A visitor for her. That was new, but nevertheless, she turned on her heel, the sound of harps playing in the courtyard to be heard. Lindir teaching other minstrils, to play songs of old and new, to entertain, so dinners would never be dull.
In the foyer of the vast palace, the golden Glorfindel smiled and waved her over. "A visitor for the Lady Erestor, from Tol Eressëa."
"Glorfindel, really... Thank you for the introduction. I would have come sooner... News does travel fast, but there are many things to tell you! Oh! I'm rambling on again... Some things never change...." Pengolodh chuckled, bashful.
Erestor looked at him with big eyes, drawing him in and examining each and every detail of his all. It had been far too long.
Blinking once, she came forth as Glorfindel began to slowly leave. Erestor was a stoic, calm and occasionally cold individual, but there was only one who saw past it. Her arms wrapped around the Loremaster and held him close.
"I should have contacted you sooner... I missed you so much..." Erestor said in a hushed tone of voice.
Pengolodh's arms wound around her slender form and held her close. "Work had busied me... I should have been able to contact you sooner. As soon as I heard of the last boats coming into Aman."
"No no, I've been here, I had more time..."
As she trailed off, he hushed her, and didn't let go of her for a long time. In reality, they looked more like lovers than friends. Lovers that had been without each other for a long time. But the elves had time. All the time in the world, so it seemed.