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“Good morning, Lindir. May I join you?”

“…er… aye. Good morning, Lord Glorfindel.”

“What a beautiful day for sitting outside; you had the right idea to bring your darning out here.”

“…”

“Am I disturbing you? You look subdued.”

“Er… nay, nay.”

“Come. Speak on it.”

“Well… why are you sitting next to me and talking to me?”

“Why should I not sit next to you and talk to you?”

“…”

“Lindir?”

“…You are more than six thousand years older than me.”

“You think I am too old to speak to you?”

“…”

“Lindir?”

“Aye.”

“Why do you think I am too old to speak to you?”

“…You know too much.”

“Er… well, I do not know as much as you about some matters. For example, I do not know as much about elfling fashion of today.”

“Do you not? You dine with the elves who decide what is fashionable.”

“Hm. Well… let us agree that I probably know more than you. Why would that fact prohibit my speaking to you?”

“You are not prohibited from speaking to me. My point is that the only conversation that you can carry out with me is a teachery one.”

“Do you not like speaking to teachers?”

“Oh, I do like speaking to teachers, but only when I am learning. Not socially. I would feel ignorant and foolish all the time if I spoke to teachers socially.”

“You are neither ignorant nor a fool, Lindir.”

“Compared to you, I am both ignorant and a fool.”

“That is like saying that compared to someone like, oh, say Mithrandir, I am both ignorant and a fool.”

“Aye.”

“…So in your estimation, is it acceptable or unacceptable for me to carry on a conversation with Mithrandir?”

“It is acceptable because to me you are both so old that it does not matter if he is a few thousand years older than you.”

“Does that mean that in a few thousand years you could consider it acceptable to speak to me socially?”

“I cannot think that far ahead.”

“Try.”

“I shall not.”

“Very well, do not try.”

“…”

“…”

“…”

“Do you have a spare needle? Let me darn that other hole in your stocking.”

“Nay.”

“Why not?”

“You will do a better job than me.”

“Oh. Does that matter?”

“Aye.”

“Why does it matter?”

“Well, the worse my darning looks, the sooner Uncle Erestor will notice that they look terrible and buy me new ones and I want a couple of those stockings that Gildor’s folk brought north from Lothlórien yesterday.”

“I saw those as well; they are fine stockings.”

“I like the Lothlórien handiwork.”

“I do too. What colours would you have Erestor buy for you?”

“Oh, he always buys brown and grey stockings for me.”

“You do not approve of those colours?”

“Nay, I wish for yellow and blue stockings, just like the yellow sun and the blue sky.”

“…”

“…”

“How about I buy those yellow and blue stockings for you?”

“Oh? Would you?”

“I think you would look fine in them.”

“Oh, I would. Truly, you would buy them for me?”

“Indeed. But I would like something in return from you.”

“What?”

“I would like for you to greet me and try to speak socially to me when you see me around the house and grounds.”

“Certainly, I can try, but I do not think we could ever talk comfortably as friends. You know too much.”

“Well, as you said, we can try, and I would like for us to both try and be friends.”

“Well… aye, I shall try.”

“Wonderful.”

“…”

“…”

“Lord Glorfindel.”

“Call me Glorfindel. What is it?”

“Well, …Glorfindel, why do you want to be my friend?”

“I like you. That is why I want to be your friend.”

“Oh.”

“…”

“Well, I like you too, Glorfindel, although I only know of you from what I have read in Erestor’s series of history books for junior readers. That and I see you at council meetings and chattering with scholars in the library and coaching soldiers in the barracks.”

“And I only know of you from those council meetings and seeing you sitting by yourself in the house or in the grounds, usually absorbed in a book. You always strike me as rather lonely.”

“Well, I am currently the only elfling in Imladris. There are no other elflings with whom I may play and all of the young adults are always either too busy or too grumpy to play with me.”

“Is that so? Well, I am currently the only elf who is over six thousand years of age in Imladris. It is lonely for me too. So I think it makes sense for us to try to be friends.”

“Aye. Maybe it does.”
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