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Glorfindel parried, thrust, and- the next orc went down. A quick glance- no one seemed to be struggling to badly, so he proceeded to cut his way through the horde to the thickest bunch. There weren't supposed to by any orcs, let alone this many! He grit his teeth in vexation. Stupid Erestor was right, and he would have to live with her superior 'I told you so' looks and-


Where was she?

He looked frantically around, realizing that it would be a very, very bad thing if the diplomat he was supposed to be protecting got killed or captured or even injured by orcs.

"Pay attention!" A voice hissed at his back, and as he turned to defend himself, he realized that Erestor had just saved his life during his distraction. Today just wasn't the day for him to live up to his abilities, was it? He saw that Erestor was actually doing quite well, and so decided to simply accept that fact and turn his focus towards killing the enemy with cold efficiency.

Attention on them, the orcs began to lose momentum. Surprise had been on their side, and initial numbers, but Glorfindel was no green rookie, and Erestor was surprisingly good as well. The other warriors were proving themselves more than competent, and soon the orcs began to turn tail and run as the mist they had originally used for cover began to burn away in the climbing sun.

Despite the ferocity of the initial attack, there were surprisingly few injuries and no deaths. Apparently, Erestor was friends with Glorfindel's second in command and they had not been half as surprised as Glorfindel had been. He was a touch upset that he had been subordinated in such a way, but he felt that it was rather petty to feel so because it had saved lives, and really, he hadn't bothered to listen to anyone's input in the first place. No, it was time to swallow his pride. If the only reason he had been unprepared was because he let his opinion of Erestor taint his opinion of her abilities and wisdom, then he needed to stop being so stupid.

"Lady Erestor?" he wanted to apologize properly, and got her attention when they had stopped for the night.

"Yes?" Her clipped response wasn't very promising, and he recalled that one of the younger archers she had been talking with had been injured. She likely wasn't very pleased with him at the moment.

"I merely wanted to apologize, and say that you were correct. I am sorry that I misjudged both your advice and yourself. I will attempt to do so no longer." He waited, and Erestor watched him in the moonlight.

"I accept your apology," she said at last, and then gave a rueful smiled. "And I offer my own as well. I knew that you would be less than pleased to receive input from me, and I was rather…combative in my telling. For that I share blame, and apologize. It was rather childish of me, I must admit," and she looked embarrassed. This peace offering was intriguing, and Glorfindel had no intention of forsaking it.

"I accept your apology as well. One would think that with two adult elves, we could manage to act our ages more often," and he hoped she would take no offense to that, as he included himself. She snorted and shook her head.

"Quite. It could have ended very badly today, and all for our own pride and hurt feelings," she added, and Glorfindel was relieved. Good. They had an agreement then. Both were at fault, and both took responsibility and offered forgiveness.

"Exactly. But on another note, where did you learn to fight like that?" And Erestor laughed.

"Surprised? I did some…scouting during the last war. I was rather good," she admitted, and Glorfindel found himself unsurprised at something for the first time today.

"You rather looked it. Would you- I mean, I know there are some who are more interested in that style of fighting. Perhaps you could come and talk to them, or know someone else who would be willing?"

"Of course," she answered, and Glorfindel nodded. This was likely the first conversation in which they had not descended into an argument within the first three sentences. It was freeing. And as they continued to talk, Glorfindel realized just how much they had in common. It felt something like friendship, and one without any hero worship or obligation. Glorfindel liked it, he liked it quite a lot.