The great hall of King Turgon was filled with candles, food, wine,
music and much dancing. The wedding feast of Idril and Tuor rivaled
any other feast that was ever thrown in Gondolin. The king spared no
expense for the delight of his only daughter and new law-son. All
the lords of the houses were there, many with their wives, including
Lords Glorfindel and Ecthelion. All were dressed in their finest
clothes. Ecthelion in silken sea greens and Glorfindel in the palest
of blues and silver. The wives matched their husbands, as was the
custom when attending a formal occasion in Gondolin. After many a
dance, their wives decided to gossip with the other elf-maids in
their inner circle, giving their husbands a chance to rest.
Glorfindel, flushed from dancing, stepped onto the balcony, to
catch a passing breeze and to momentarily close his eyes, thinking
of wavy dark hair and beautiful green eyes. "Meldir, there you are,"
smiled Ecthelion in his deep voice as he handed a glass of wine to
his friend.
"Thank you," smiled Glorfindel as he gazed into those green eyes
of his friend a little too long ; his fingers brushing Ecthelion's
with the passing of the glass.
"I want to kiss you with all my being," whispered Ecthelion into
those sky blue eyes of his dearest friend.
Glorfindel nervously gazed around him, looking for signs of
anyone noticing them, "Shh, Thel, we shall be overheard, and then we
would be judged."
"Sometimes, I do not care," whispered Ecthelion as he inched
closer to Glorfindel. "I want to be with you Fin, you, no one else,
I wish to stop this charade we play."
"Th..that cannot be Thel, you know the law, we would be cast
out." Answered the golden -haired warrior with sadness in his eyes.
"Would that be so bad?"
"Yes!"
"We would be free to love," came the bold statement from
Ecthelion, a little too loudly.
"Shh, Ecthelion, please, do not tempt fate," came the harried
reply from Glorfindel. In a move too fast to be seen, Ecthelion
grabbed Glorfindel's arm dragging him behind the balcony curtain.
Lips crushed his in a searing kiss that went unseen by all....all
except the watcher in the far corner...Turgon's nephew Maeglin
smirked as plans began to form in his mind.
