Poor Glorfindel. Thank goodness he's an Elf--a Mortal would probably have succumbed to the shock of the injury (not to mention, probably couldn't have reacted fast enough not to be munched outright in the first place).
I wonder who, specifically, inspired the Maiar to decide to hold their powers down to Glorfindel's level. *grin* We all know that Eru draws with crooked lines... although Orome's "Nor were you meant to" gives us a hint as well, I suppose.
I still would not have wanted to be facing Lord Namo at that moment, though, when Nyereser told him what they'd done.
I love how Glorfindel is still irrepressible, despite the gravity of his wounds. "I killed a Balrog... what else would you expect from me?" This made me laugh and set me off coughing again, but it was worth it. :)
I really liked the conversation where Orome asked the three Maiar which of them would go to Endor with Glorfindel. It feels like there's all sorts of levels here, and I found myself intrigued by Orome's response to Nyereser's thought that it would be Finrod who would be sent back to ME--not the words themselves but by how he said them. There seems to be a wealth of history behind why the moment anyone even comes close to suggesting that Finrod return to ME that the Valar seem to squelch the audible speculation fast. (Having been re-reading about the rebellion of Feanor in the SIL this past week, it occurs to me that Finrod is, quite possibly one of the most charismatic of the royal Eldar currently alive. It is quite likely in my mind, that Feanor's ability to sway people with words and fire them to action--whether right or wrong--might not have been a gift that was solely his own. Finrod seems to have something of this ability as well--although he, obviously, is not using it the way his Half-Uncle did.) Ah, well, I'm sure we'll find out in time--and to the Valar, all times are soon. *Grin*
Ah, even in a lean-to miles away from "civilization", being ill and injured still means being woken up far too many times for the patient's preference (I never understood why in hospital they wake you up to give you a sleeping pill...).
I do love Grumpy!Glorfindel... when I'm ill, I'm grumpy in the mornings, too, but I do tend not to swear.
Lisselinde is coming right along here, isn't she, from when she was first told off to learn from Glorfindel. At one point in the story, I would have adamantly said that I would not have wanted to interact with her at all, but she's growing and changing, just as Glorfindel is, and I really like that a lot.
Silly me saw the line about them having fed Glorfindel beef broth for 4 days and my first thought was "I didn't realize that there were cows in the forest". Then I had a *headdesk* moment as I reminded myself that they were Maia, and the beef for the broth could have come from practically anywhere. *grin* Although considering that Nyereser and Tiutalion went hunting, my initial thought was that the broth would have likely been venison or rabbit. That's what happens when a reader makes an assumption.
I like how Lisselinde is teaching Glorfindel how to further refine his senses. He will most certainly put this to good use in Middle Earth. I do wonder whether a Once-Born elf would be able to lean this as well, or if the change in the level upon which the Reborn fea operates is the reason that Glorfindel is so darn good at this? Food for thought. If the latter, I can't wait to see what Beleg can do if he gets this kind of training on top of his own natural talent and learned skills. (Considering Orome's interest in him, I wouldn't be surprised to find him getting this training one day.)
I think that my very favorite part of this chapter is Glorfindel talking to the Maiar about his friendship with Ecthelion and their jokes and jests together and with Tuor and Idris. The bit about Turgon inviting them to return to their pranks was really touching to me.
I thought it was very mature of Glorfindel not to badger the Maiar for more answers about where Tuor and Idril were. A year ago, he wouldn't have let it drop. The reassurance that they were well was enough. (Although now it has me thinking about all the possible things that could fall under the definition of "well". *grin*)
I really am getting more and more intrigued about the proposed Progress to Tol Eressea. There are all kinds of threads tied up in this, and all I can think of is that Arafinwe going there is going to be like adding a spoonful of baking soda to a cup of vinegar. It's going to get messy one way or another when things blow up.
I'm really looking forward to seeing what happens!
A wonderful chapter, dear friend, and, as you can see, it triggered one of my "is it longer than the chapter?" reviews. But you gave me a lot to think about and I like it when that happens. Happy Easter!
Author's reply
Hi Rhyselle. I think the entire Finwë clan had the ability to persuade others, either for good or for ill. Remember how Caranthir and Curufin turned the people of Nargothrond from their own king? Obviously, Finrod inherited the talent. We know that the Noldor were the wordsmiths of the Elves, so it's not surprising that someone like Finrod would be trained in oration and persuasion. And he is very charistmatic, as you say. I doubt the Valar want him running around loose in Middle-earth anymore. Sending Glorfindel is a calculated risk and we know from history that his mission was ony partially successful, which is why the five Istari were sent later.
As for the broth... well, I'm sure that Glorfindel had other kinds of broth besides beef, but with the blood loss the Maiar probably felt he needed the extra iron so added beef to the venison and rabbit broths. In his half-awake state, Glorfindel probably only recognized the taste of the beef and nothing else.
I'm sure a Once-born could achieve the same level of expertise as Glorfindel though I think also that being Reborn, Glorfindel probably has an edge. A Once-born would probably have to really work at it, but it would be doable. I think someone like Beleg, once he gets his bearings, would be quite formidable after receiving training by the Maiar.
While the Progress to Tol Eressëa is still some chapters away, I will be referring to it more and more as time goes on. Your description of baking soda and vinegar is very apt. I very much doubt this trip will go smoothly. *grin*
Thank you for such a wonderfully long review. You know how much I enjoy them. *grin* Happy Easter to you as well!