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Finding Hope
Title: Finding Hope
Rating: NC-17
Type: FPS
Pairings: Erestor/Glorfindel, Caladir/Gurvelon, Melpomaen/Turidon, Lindir/Taurfaeron
Author: Aglarien
Disclaimer: Alas, not mine. Except for the cats. Master Tolkien owns all the rest. I promise to return his elves when I’m done playing with them.
Warning: AU. Death and destruction from an Orc attack.
Beta: Most of Finding Hope was betaed by the Fabulous Lady Mirfain, with a few chapters done by the wonderful Aprilmoon, or one of my cats when his friend "Mirfy" was busy.
Summary: Glorfindel and Caladir find a village destroyed by Orcs.
Note: You may have noticed that in my little universe, Celebrian is not around. I have unashamedly played with the timelines, and she sailed for Valinor a good 1300 years earlier than Tolkien had her leave. Which means she has been gone for at least 100 years.
Imladris, 1300, T.A.
Chapter 1
Glorfindel and Caladir set out with their patrol of one hundred elves, towards the Misty Mountains. All they had to guide them were their dreams, given by the Vala Lorien without their knowing, and the pull on their hearts. All they knew was that something bad had happened, and they were called to that place.
On the morning of the third day after setting out, they finally found what they were looking for at the base of the mountains, sheltered in a small valley. The village they saw in their dreams. It was a small village of perhaps only eight or nine families. Only eight or nine families who had set out to build a new life. Only eight or nine families who had been brutally destroyed.
The patrol stopped, and stared in horror at the sight. Flames still licked at the trees and outbuildings. Glorfindel’s heart broke at the sight. It was not the burnt homes or barns that tore at his soul, it was the bodies of the dead settlers. Elven bodies, both male and female. They had fought, defending their home, but they were too few.
“We’re too late. We took too long to get here,” Caladir moaned, tears streaming from his eyes. Glorfindel just nodded.
The warriors dismounted, and the elves started reverently gathering the bodies of their fallen kin. Orc remains were thrown into the still smoldering fires. Glorfindel sent scouts out to search for traces of the Orcs. He and Caladir walked the small village looking for any sign that would tell them why they had been called to this place. They could not believe they had been sent here for only this.
It was at the very end of the village when Glorfindel spotted something untouched by the flames. It was a small stuffed animal, a bear, something an elfling would have. “There were no elfling bodies among the dead, Caladir, but there was at least one elfling here. Where are they?”
“Orcs wouldn’t care about elflings. If they were here, they would have killed them like their parents.” Caladir shook his head. “I don’t know, Glorfindel.”
One of the scouts approached them at a run. “We have located the Orcs, my Lord. There are only about fifty or so of them, over that rise.” The scout pointed out the direction.
Glorfindel shoved the small stuffed animal under his tunic. “Let’s go,” he said with quiet anger.
The patrol easily and quickly eliminated the Orcs. There was no sign of any elflings. Returning to the burnt out village, the elves erected pyres for the dead villagers, then reverently stood as they burned, singing the souls of the fallen to the halls of Mandos.
Dusk fell and the elves rested, but Glorfindel and Caladir still pondered the question of the elfling, or elflings. “Think like a parent, Caladir. If you were here, and had an elfling, what would you do?”
“My Lord?” A warrior known for his own large family of elflings approached. “I have been thinking. If I lived here, with my family, outside of the protection of a city, and too far to go for help, I would have a plan in case of attack.”
Glorfindel nodded. “What sort of plan?”
“Well, the first thing would be some sort of signal to the children. A signal that when they heard it, they were to run and hide themselves. You found that toy bear at the edge of the village. Maybe the children were running to where they were told to, and it was dropped.”
Glorfindel nodded. “But where would you send them? There is no shelter here except for the trees. It’s too open.” He thought for a moment. “Do you remember those caves we passed late yesterday?”
The warrior nodded. “Aye, my Lord. Those would be just the place. If the children could get away unseen, they would be safe there. They are far enough away, but close enough to walk – or run – to.”
Orders were quickly passed. They would leave at first light, as it was now too dark to start out. Glorfindel and Caladir paced the rest of the night away, anxiously awaiting the dawn. Finally unable to wait any longer, they woke the others, mounted their horses and set out just before first light.
Dawn was just breaking as they reached the caves. Glorfindel held up his hand for silence, and the patrol stopped. The elves listened intently for any sound.
“Caladir, do you hear that?” Glorfindel whispered.
Caladir nodded, and pointed just south and above of where they were. The two elves dismounted, and silently began their ascent to the top caves. The area was treacherous, a mountainside dotted with hollows and caves, shaped by some unknown source. The sound started up again, and Glorfindel and Caladir grinned at each other. It was the cry of a tiny elfling.
Glorfindel pointed to the entrance the sound came from. “Careful, we don’t want to scare them.” The two elves carefully made their way along a ledge to the cave entrance and peered inside. A candle was quickly snuffed out, too soon for them to see anything. But they could be seen clearly, outlined against the entrance. Screams joined the baby’s wails, as they heard shuffling from inside.
“It’s all right, little ones, you are safe now,” Glorfindel spoke quietly. “We are elves. We have been looking for you. We are here to help you.”
The candle was relit. Glorfindel and Caladir looked upon the huddled group of elflings. A boy of about twenty with shining golden hair held a small baby in his lap. On one side were two little girls about five years old, huddled together grasping the boy’s arm, their dark hair half covering their faces. On his other side, a slightly older girl with auburn hair and green eyes peered at them, terrified, as the boy sheltered her in his other arm.
“It’s all right now,” Glorfindel repeated. “You are safe now. We will take care of you.” The two grown elves slowly moved into the cave. “My name is Glorfindel, and this is Caladir. We are from Imladris, and we have been looking for you.”
“Im..l.l.adris?” the boy stuttered. “Ada told me if anything happened, to try to get to Imladris.”
Glorfindel nodded. “Little ones, do you know what happened in your village?”
Four little heads nodded. “We..we..saw. Orcs…they killed our parents.” The boy bravely bit on his lip as the little girls burst into tears.
Caladir gathered the two dark haired girl elflings into his arms, as Glorfindel wrapped his arms around the other three.
“Oh, little ones, I am so sorry. I am so sorry.” Glorfindel held on the elflings and rocked them gently.
The little elflings in Caladir’s arms looked up at him with teary eyes, and he saw for the first time they were twins. His heart broke at their grief. “We will take care of you now little ones,” he whispered as he kissed the top of their heads.
“Are you all one family?” Glorfindel finally asked.
The boy shook his head. “Faelion is my little brother,” he said, indicating the little golden-headed baby he held in his lap, then nodded to the little auburn haired elfling. “Amdiriel is my sister. She was my cousin. Her parents were killed two years ago and my ada and nana adopted her.” He nodded to the two little elflings Caladir held. “Calariel and Glawen are our neighbors.” The boy stifled a sob. “I am Gailion.”
“You are very brave, Gailion,” Glorfindel said softly. Your ada and nana would be very proud of you for taking care of the others and keeping them safe.” He stroked the boy’s hair, so like his own. “Are you all of the elflings? Were there any more?”
Gailion nodded. “Two more - a brother and sister. We…we got separated. I don’t know what happened to them.” The elfling finally broke down and sobbed into Glorfindel’s shoulder.
“We’ll find them, little one, we’ll find them,” Glorfindel whispered, stroking the boy’s back, as he continued to cradle the quiet little Amdiriel in his other arm. His heart broke for her, losing two sets of parents in two years, and he softly kissed her brow, and then her brother’s.
A warrior entered the cave and stood at the entrance. “Glorfindel, Caladir? We thought you might need some help.”
Glorfindel nodded. “Gailion, what are the names of the other two elflings?”
“Lainon and Laerien,” the boy hiccupped, his tears finally stopping.
“Tell the others there are two more elflings to find – a girl and a boy, Lainon and Laerien. Then have two or three come and help carry the children down.” Glorfindel looked down at Gailion. “How old are they, little one?”
“Lainon is twenty, like me, and Laerien is ten.”
The warrior nodded and left. In a few moments, they heard elves calling for the two elflings, telling them it was safe to come out. More guards appeared at the cave entrance to help carry the elflings.
“Come, little ones, let’s get you to your new home.”
The two little elflings in Caladir’s arms looked up at him, and he smiled down at them. “Are you going to be our new ada now?” one of the girls whispered.
Caladir’s heart melted, and tears formed in his eyes. “Would you like me to be your ada?” The two little elflings nodded.
“Then I will be,” he said softly. “I will be your new ada.” Caladir held the little girls tighter. He couldn’t wait for Gurvelon to see their new daughters. Together, they would help these two precious elflings start a new life.
“Glorfindel, who is going to be our new ada?” Gailion asked shakily. Amdiriel reached a hand up and touched his face, looking at him with those striking green eyes.
Glorfindel’s heart stirred in his chest. This was what they had been sent for. He felt it. He knew Erestor would agree. “I will,” he answered. “Will you let me be your new ada?” The two older children nodded. He smiled down at them, and said, “Then let’s go home.”
They were all just leaving the cave when one of the guards shouted up to them. “We found them! We have the other two elfings safe!”
Glorfindel smiled at Gailion, and took the baby Faelion into his arms. It would be hard for the children to overcome what they had been through, but they would have his love and Erestor’s. They would help them through this. They would be a family.
Tbc….
The elflings names:
Gailion – Bright son
Faelion – Gleaming brilliance, or Brilliant son
Amdiriel – Daughter of hope
Calariel – Maiden or daughter of the lamp
Glawen – Radiance – Radiant maiden
Lainon – Free male
Laerien – Maiden of summer
Rating: NC-17
Type: FPS
Pairings: Erestor/Glorfindel, Caladir/Gurvelon, Melpomaen/Turidon, Lindir/Taurfaeron
Author: Aglarien
Disclaimer: Alas, not mine. Except for the cats. Master Tolkien owns all the rest. I promise to return his elves when I’m done playing with them.
Warning: AU. Death and destruction from an Orc attack.
Beta: Most of Finding Hope was betaed by the Fabulous Lady Mirfain, with a few chapters done by the wonderful Aprilmoon, or one of my cats when his friend "Mirfy" was busy.
Summary: Glorfindel and Caladir find a village destroyed by Orcs.
Note: You may have noticed that in my little universe, Celebrian is not around. I have unashamedly played with the timelines, and she sailed for Valinor a good 1300 years earlier than Tolkien had her leave. Which means she has been gone for at least 100 years.
Imladris, 1300, T.A.
Chapter 1
Glorfindel and Caladir set out with their patrol of one hundred elves, towards the Misty Mountains. All they had to guide them were their dreams, given by the Vala Lorien without their knowing, and the pull on their hearts. All they knew was that something bad had happened, and they were called to that place.
On the morning of the third day after setting out, they finally found what they were looking for at the base of the mountains, sheltered in a small valley. The village they saw in their dreams. It was a small village of perhaps only eight or nine families. Only eight or nine families who had set out to build a new life. Only eight or nine families who had been brutally destroyed.
The patrol stopped, and stared in horror at the sight. Flames still licked at the trees and outbuildings. Glorfindel’s heart broke at the sight. It was not the burnt homes or barns that tore at his soul, it was the bodies of the dead settlers. Elven bodies, both male and female. They had fought, defending their home, but they were too few.
“We’re too late. We took too long to get here,” Caladir moaned, tears streaming from his eyes. Glorfindel just nodded.
The warriors dismounted, and the elves started reverently gathering the bodies of their fallen kin. Orc remains were thrown into the still smoldering fires. Glorfindel sent scouts out to search for traces of the Orcs. He and Caladir walked the small village looking for any sign that would tell them why they had been called to this place. They could not believe they had been sent here for only this.
It was at the very end of the village when Glorfindel spotted something untouched by the flames. It was a small stuffed animal, a bear, something an elfling would have. “There were no elfling bodies among the dead, Caladir, but there was at least one elfling here. Where are they?”
“Orcs wouldn’t care about elflings. If they were here, they would have killed them like their parents.” Caladir shook his head. “I don’t know, Glorfindel.”
One of the scouts approached them at a run. “We have located the Orcs, my Lord. There are only about fifty or so of them, over that rise.” The scout pointed out the direction.
Glorfindel shoved the small stuffed animal under his tunic. “Let’s go,” he said with quiet anger.
The patrol easily and quickly eliminated the Orcs. There was no sign of any elflings. Returning to the burnt out village, the elves erected pyres for the dead villagers, then reverently stood as they burned, singing the souls of the fallen to the halls of Mandos.
Dusk fell and the elves rested, but Glorfindel and Caladir still pondered the question of the elfling, or elflings. “Think like a parent, Caladir. If you were here, and had an elfling, what would you do?”
“My Lord?” A warrior known for his own large family of elflings approached. “I have been thinking. If I lived here, with my family, outside of the protection of a city, and too far to go for help, I would have a plan in case of attack.”
Glorfindel nodded. “What sort of plan?”
“Well, the first thing would be some sort of signal to the children. A signal that when they heard it, they were to run and hide themselves. You found that toy bear at the edge of the village. Maybe the children were running to where they were told to, and it was dropped.”
Glorfindel nodded. “But where would you send them? There is no shelter here except for the trees. It’s too open.” He thought for a moment. “Do you remember those caves we passed late yesterday?”
The warrior nodded. “Aye, my Lord. Those would be just the place. If the children could get away unseen, they would be safe there. They are far enough away, but close enough to walk – or run – to.”
Orders were quickly passed. They would leave at first light, as it was now too dark to start out. Glorfindel and Caladir paced the rest of the night away, anxiously awaiting the dawn. Finally unable to wait any longer, they woke the others, mounted their horses and set out just before first light.
Dawn was just breaking as they reached the caves. Glorfindel held up his hand for silence, and the patrol stopped. The elves listened intently for any sound.
“Caladir, do you hear that?” Glorfindel whispered.
Caladir nodded, and pointed just south and above of where they were. The two elves dismounted, and silently began their ascent to the top caves. The area was treacherous, a mountainside dotted with hollows and caves, shaped by some unknown source. The sound started up again, and Glorfindel and Caladir grinned at each other. It was the cry of a tiny elfling.
Glorfindel pointed to the entrance the sound came from. “Careful, we don’t want to scare them.” The two elves carefully made their way along a ledge to the cave entrance and peered inside. A candle was quickly snuffed out, too soon for them to see anything. But they could be seen clearly, outlined against the entrance. Screams joined the baby’s wails, as they heard shuffling from inside.
“It’s all right, little ones, you are safe now,” Glorfindel spoke quietly. “We are elves. We have been looking for you. We are here to help you.”
The candle was relit. Glorfindel and Caladir looked upon the huddled group of elflings. A boy of about twenty with shining golden hair held a small baby in his lap. On one side were two little girls about five years old, huddled together grasping the boy’s arm, their dark hair half covering their faces. On his other side, a slightly older girl with auburn hair and green eyes peered at them, terrified, as the boy sheltered her in his other arm.
“It’s all right now,” Glorfindel repeated. “You are safe now. We will take care of you.” The two grown elves slowly moved into the cave. “My name is Glorfindel, and this is Caladir. We are from Imladris, and we have been looking for you.”
“Im..l.l.adris?” the boy stuttered. “Ada told me if anything happened, to try to get to Imladris.”
Glorfindel nodded. “Little ones, do you know what happened in your village?”
Four little heads nodded. “We..we..saw. Orcs…they killed our parents.” The boy bravely bit on his lip as the little girls burst into tears.
Caladir gathered the two dark haired girl elflings into his arms, as Glorfindel wrapped his arms around the other three.
“Oh, little ones, I am so sorry. I am so sorry.” Glorfindel held on the elflings and rocked them gently.
The little elflings in Caladir’s arms looked up at him with teary eyes, and he saw for the first time they were twins. His heart broke at their grief. “We will take care of you now little ones,” he whispered as he kissed the top of their heads.
“Are you all one family?” Glorfindel finally asked.
The boy shook his head. “Faelion is my little brother,” he said, indicating the little golden-headed baby he held in his lap, then nodded to the little auburn haired elfling. “Amdiriel is my sister. She was my cousin. Her parents were killed two years ago and my ada and nana adopted her.” He nodded to the two little elflings Caladir held. “Calariel and Glawen are our neighbors.” The boy stifled a sob. “I am Gailion.”
“You are very brave, Gailion,” Glorfindel said softly. Your ada and nana would be very proud of you for taking care of the others and keeping them safe.” He stroked the boy’s hair, so like his own. “Are you all of the elflings? Were there any more?”
Gailion nodded. “Two more - a brother and sister. We…we got separated. I don’t know what happened to them.” The elfling finally broke down and sobbed into Glorfindel’s shoulder.
“We’ll find them, little one, we’ll find them,” Glorfindel whispered, stroking the boy’s back, as he continued to cradle the quiet little Amdiriel in his other arm. His heart broke for her, losing two sets of parents in two years, and he softly kissed her brow, and then her brother’s.
A warrior entered the cave and stood at the entrance. “Glorfindel, Caladir? We thought you might need some help.”
Glorfindel nodded. “Gailion, what are the names of the other two elflings?”
“Lainon and Laerien,” the boy hiccupped, his tears finally stopping.
“Tell the others there are two more elflings to find – a girl and a boy, Lainon and Laerien. Then have two or three come and help carry the children down.” Glorfindel looked down at Gailion. “How old are they, little one?”
“Lainon is twenty, like me, and Laerien is ten.”
The warrior nodded and left. In a few moments, they heard elves calling for the two elflings, telling them it was safe to come out. More guards appeared at the cave entrance to help carry the elflings.
“Come, little ones, let’s get you to your new home.”
The two little elflings in Caladir’s arms looked up at him, and he smiled down at them. “Are you going to be our new ada now?” one of the girls whispered.
Caladir’s heart melted, and tears formed in his eyes. “Would you like me to be your ada?” The two little elflings nodded.
“Then I will be,” he said softly. “I will be your new ada.” Caladir held the little girls tighter. He couldn’t wait for Gurvelon to see their new daughters. Together, they would help these two precious elflings start a new life.
“Glorfindel, who is going to be our new ada?” Gailion asked shakily. Amdiriel reached a hand up and touched his face, looking at him with those striking green eyes.
Glorfindel’s heart stirred in his chest. This was what they had been sent for. He felt it. He knew Erestor would agree. “I will,” he answered. “Will you let me be your new ada?” The two older children nodded. He smiled down at them, and said, “Then let’s go home.”
They were all just leaving the cave when one of the guards shouted up to them. “We found them! We have the other two elfings safe!”
Glorfindel smiled at Gailion, and took the baby Faelion into his arms. It would be hard for the children to overcome what they had been through, but they would have his love and Erestor’s. They would help them through this. They would be a family.
Tbc….
The elflings names:
Gailion – Bright son
Faelion – Gleaming brilliance, or Brilliant son
Amdiriel – Daughter of hope
Calariel – Maiden or daughter of the lamp
Glawen – Radiance – Radiant maiden
Lainon – Free male
Laerien – Maiden of summer