tanaquiljall

elena_tiriel kindly agreed to do a nitpick/Americanization beta for my latest fic in the Jericho fandom (which she has absolutely no interest in or knowledge of apart from what I keep shoving on her in fic *g*). So I thought it only fair to thank her for being so kind to me by writing her a Tolkien drabble. She's a fan of Celeborn and Glorfindel, and this moment suggested itself. (It's based on LotR!Glorfindel being re-embodied Silm!Glorfindel, and having returned in the Second Age, as suggested in writings published in Peoples of Middle-Earth.)

Times change, and we change with them

Celeborn remembered him of old. One of the proud Noldorin lords who came to Doriath with importunate demands from their yet-prouder princes. Proud? Some might say arrogant! At least they had been rid of Turgon's train of courtiers while Fingolfin's son cowered in his hidden city for three hundred years.

Now here he was once more. The intervening years—Celeborn glanced at his wife, rising at his side—had taught Celeborn to scorn the Exiles somewhat less. Looking into the eyes of Gil-Galad's golden-haired emissary, Celeborn saw death and time had perhaps taught his guest more humility and wisdom also.