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Jeli in Valinor by Glorfindel

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Part of the Melpomaen the Elfling series.

This story starts immediately after where Return of the Child finishes.

Disclaimer: All rights belong to the Tolkien Estate - I seek no reward, financial or otherwise.
Chapter notes:
Oropher/Ereolas and Cirdan take their daughter to see her brother Ereodan - the reborn Gil-Galad Ereinion. Legolas and Erestor accompany them.


Oropher/Ereolas’ POV



A few weeks after Jeli was restored to us we took her to see her brother Ereodan. He rules his own realm in the name of Ereodan Gil-Galad. It pleases me that he did not drop his name when he found out who he was in his first life. It pleased me even more when the Valar agreed with me that he should have no memory of when Ereinion and I were lovers. Of course, elves fell over themselves to tell him and he even asked me if it was true. I said one should trust memories rather than the tittle-tattle of those who might have an agenda. He agreed and left it at that.



Erestor and Legolas came along for the ride; my adas wanted to see how Jeli reacted when seeing her twin brother for the first time since being reborn. The whole jaunt will be a family affair as many of our family and friends are travelling to see our little girl. I do not know if Cireolas will be there because he lives in Elrond’s realm and we will travel there afterwards. Mel and Glorfindel left the day before us because they are combining the trip with visiting the house they built when they first arrived. They built it slowly and only finished it after we arrived, which was many years later.



Jeli sat in front of Erestor as they rode along on his horse. She chattered about how I told her that Ereodan would be big while she was still little. She told my ada that she would be big one day as well and probably taller than every elf who ever lived. Then she pointed at wildflowers and declared that there must be rabbits living in the area because that was their sole source of food.



“Grand Ada, do you ever eat flowers?” she asked and looked up at Erestor.



“I try never to. We would not want the bunnies to starve, would we?”



“No, we would not,” Jeli replied earnestly. “They have to feed all the little baby bunnies under the ground as well as themselves.”



“Some rabbits eat carrots,” Legolas told her as he drew up alongside.



“Where are the carrots around here?” Jeli asked in her rudest tone of voice. “There aren’t any, are there?”



“You are being very cheeky, young elleth,” Legolas admonished.



“I AM NOT BEING CHEEKY,” Jeli shouted. “Aren’t I not being cheeky, Grand Ada Erestor, who I think is really great?”



Erestor laughed. “You will have to try harder than that, little girl. You were being cheeky and you know it.”



“Even if I was being cheeky it doesn’t matter because I am cute and pretty and a princess.” Jeli batted her eyelashes at Erestor causing him to laugh again. “My adas think I am the best little girl anywhere. So there!”



“Jeli, do you want to ride with me instead of your grand adas?” Círdan asked sternly.



“Erm...no, I don’t think so,” Jeli replied. I looked around at her and she turned red. “I will stay with Grand Ada Erestor and make sure he behaves himself.” She let out a peal of laughter and we all shook our heads.



The trouble with Jeli is that she is so cute and sweet and she knows it. My sweet little girl is very much loved by Círdan and me, and she revels in every moment of having us to herself. She does not have to share our attentions anymore with her brothers, which pleased her immensely when she found out. She has woken every morning since being reborn, planning our activities and play for the day. Mostly we indulge her, even though Legolas says we are creating a rod for our own backs. He is probably right, but for myself I am full of joy and my heart is complete. It would be unfeeling of me to start being strict when she has so much to adjust to. My little girl is testing her surroundings and those whom she loves. It will not last forever; when she feels secure and knows for herself that she will always be with us I expect her behaviour will improve.



The journey lasted a week. Jeli took turns at riding with all of us, but at night she snuggled down between Círdan and me. Every night we told her stories and sang songs until she fell asleep. Círdan and I often agreed that while it was so wonderful to have her back she was hard work indeed. I am not complaining because she is, and always will be, worth it. On the other hand, I am glad that Míriel has offered to be Jeli’s nanny again.



We arrived at Ereodan’s palace, after being escorted by his warriors for the final leg of the journey. The black and gold metal gates opened onto a long gravelled drive laid between two large expanses of lawn. Ereodan called the drive ‘The Procession of Elven Heroes’ and indeed it was. Statues of every notable elf from our history lined each side of the drive. The statues were mounted on pedestals, which were plated with gold plaques detailing the achievements of the elf above it. Some of the plaques covered only one side of the pedestal while others covered all four. The statue that represented me was particularly fine. I looked glorious in sparkling white marble, my Valar gifted dagger and sword traced with gold and my circlet made of mithril and real diamonds. For obvious reasons, my statue was the closest to the palace entrance.



“See who you can recognise,” Círdan said to Jeli as we proceeded up the drive.



They spent a happy ten minutes discussing who each statue could be. Cirdan's statue stood opposite mine and, like my one, it was particularly fine. How noble and handsome he looked. For a fleeting moment, I imagined the statues coming alive at night and my one running over to embrace him. Cireolas and Ereodan - in both his forms, were also represented, having fought in history shaping battles; however, Jeli saw that she was not.



“You are not an elven hero,” Círdan said. “At least, not yet.”



“I was when I was Fëanor,” Jeli protested.



I turned so quickly my head nearly snapped from my neck. “You remember?”
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