Not Wholly Fruitless by maeglin

Song of Rivendell

Imladris: S.A. 1989

Erestor chuckled softly.  "I have never seen him this drunk.  Not even when he and Elros were thirty, and got into Maglor's wine.  That earned the both of them a good lashing."

Glorfindel grimaced.  "He deserves another one."

"Indeed.  Let us hope that tonight will be forgotten."

Above them, the night sky was clear and full of stars, so Glorfindel prayed earnestly (as only a half-Vanya can) that the Mariner was not looking down upon the three of them.  But suddenly the warrior knew, in his innermost heart, that such a hope was vain.

"I fear, mellon nin, it will not be.  Ever."

And once again the wobbly refrain echoed: "Oh!  Tra-la-la-lally…"