May the Valar Protect Them
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Part 1
Title: May the Valar Protect Them (1/4?)
Author: Aglarien
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel, Elrond/Erynoron
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine, except for the cats. The great Master Tolkien’s estate owns everything else. I promise to return his elves when I’m done playing with them.
Timeline: 10 years after the elflings arrived in Imladris
Warning: AU
Beta: Lady Mirfain
Summary: Glorfindel and the twins are delayed returning home, and Erestor and their families worry.
Author’s Note: Part of my Enough for Tonight/The Strong Heart/Finding Hope world.
A special thank you to AprilMoon for gifting me with this plot bunny, and to Lady Mirfain for the title.
Part 1
Erestor sat in front of the window in the darkened room, staring out to the courtyard. Rain poured down in heavy cascades, lightening flashed and thunder roared. Just like it had nearly eleven years before when he had sat in the same place waiting for Glorfindel to return. And just like before he prayed to the Valar for Glorfindel’s safety. Only this time Tinnu was staying with their worried elflings, who had finally gone to sleep. And this time it was his husband he waited for, not just his best friend. Glorfindel had been due home the evening before. A whole day had passed and he had still not returned. Erestor knew that only something serious would keep him from returning on time to the husband and family he loved more than all of Arda.
“Where are you, Glorfindel?” Erestor whispered. “Why can I not feel you? Are you wounded? Come home to us. Come home to the family who loves you. Come home to me, my love.” Erestor wiped the tears from his eyes. “The Valar protect you, my love, and bring you home to me.”
In another part of the Last Homely House, two elves sat together staring out into the darkness. “I should never have sent all three of them together,” Elrond said.
“Nay, love. If they are in trouble, the three of them together will make it. It is best that they are together,” Erynoron replied, cradling his husband’s head on his shoulder. He knew Elrond would not rest easily until Elladan, Elrohir, and Glorfindel returned, and he would wait with his mate.
Elrond had sent the three warriors, along with four guards, to escort Thranduil’s wife to the Grey Havens, where she would sail to the Undying Lands. Attacked and nearly killed by Orcs, Thranduil had sent her to Imladris with a small patrol, all he could spare, knowing Elrond would get her to the seaport safely. There was no other way to halt her fading, and the king could not leave his embattled realm. Elrond had sent Thranduil’s guards back to him, knowing they were needed, and entrusted the king’s wife to his sons and Glorfindel. The storm had been raging for three days, and there was no sign of them. They should have returned over a day ago.
~~~*~~~
Glorfindel had to get home. Erestor and the elflings would be so worried. He had tried to far speak with Erestor, to let him know they were all right, but his mind seemed to be blocked. He just had to get home to his family.
The Great East Road had been washed away by the fury of the storm after they had passed through Bree, and they had been trying to find another way home. As night fell, they had finally found shelter in an abandoned cave. They were in the wilds north of Amon Sul, trying to find a pass through the small range of mountains.
The twins and the four members of their patrol had fallen into an exhausted sleep, but Glorfindel lay awake, thinking of his family. Erestor, the one he loved more than his life, his gift from the Valar, his sweet mate. Gailion, their eldest son, was growing so tall and strong. Just thirty years old, he already wanted to be a warrior like his ada. Beautiful Amdiriel, their little princess with the captivating green eyes, who loved her adas and had stolen their hearts. And little Faelion, who was only a baby when Glorfindel had found the elflings. Their baby, now ten, was as sweet as his Ada Restor, and his smile could light up a room. Missing his family so much his heart arched, he finally fell into a restless sleep.
In the morning the storm still raged, but Elladan insisted on going to scout a way. “You are right of course, my friend.” Glorfindel said. We cannot stay here and try to wait out the storm. It may last for days, and we do not have enough food. You and I will go together, and the others will wait here.”
“Glorfindel, why don’t I take Thurinon and scout the other direction? The others can stay with Demegion and allow his leg to rest longer,” Elrohir asked. Demegion had been kicked badly the day before when his horse had been spooked by lightening.
“Aye,” Glorfindel said, “with two we can hopefully find a way through sooner.”
They ate a meager breakfast of lembas and water, then set out.
~~~*~~~
After breakfast, Erestor told the elflings he would go to work for a while, and sent them to play with their friends, promising to get them for their midday meal. They all needed a distraction, and it wasn’t good for the children to just sit around and worry about their ada.
He found Elrond in his office, sitting and staring at the wall, while Erynoron talked to him about a document in his hand. “Elrond, my friend,” he said, nodding at Erynoron, “let us work. We need a distraction.” And so the three elves set to clearing the massive amount of papers that had accumulated on Elrond’s desk.
At midday, Erestor left to collect his elflings, then returned to their rooms with them for the meal. He found he could barely swallow the food, but forced himself to eat and smile with the children.
“Will you tell us a story after we eat, Ada?” Amdiriel asked.
“Of course, sweetheart. What story would you all like?”
“Do you know a story about someone trying to get home to their family, Ada Restor?” Gailion asked.
“In a storm.” Faelion added.
“Aye, I know such a story,” Erestor said, love for his elflings filling his aching heart.
After their meal, Erestor gathered the children around him on the floor, and began to tell them the story of a great warrior, lost in a fierce storm with two of his friends and four guards, and trying to get home. He vowed to himself to leave the story unfinished until Glorfindel returned to them.
~~~*~~~
Erynoron managed to get Elrond to take a few bites of his lunch, then kept him working the rest of the day so he wouldn’t focus on his missing sons. When it was nearly time for dinner, he pulled Elrond up from his chair and into his arms.
“What would I do without you, my Noron,” Elrond whispered as he laid his head on his beautiful husband’s shoulder.
Erynoron just held his mate for a few moments, rubbing his back, then said, “Come, love. It is time to dress for dinner.”
“Do I have to?” Elrond sighed.
“Eat? Aye. Dress? Nay. You are beautiful as you are.” Erynoron wrapped his arm around his beloved Elrond and they walked to the dining hall.
~~~*~~~
Erestor broke off the story. “It is time for us to get ready for dinner, little ones.”
“Will you tell us more after dinner, Ada?” Faelion asked. “And do we have to go to the dining hall tonight?”
“I will,” Erestor nodded. “And we need to have dinner with Lord Elrond, sweetheart. Remember it is his sons Elladan and Elrohir that are with your Ada Glor.”
“Poor Lord Elrond, Ada,” Faelion said. “He must be really sad and worried, like us. And Elladan and Elrohir must miss their ada as much as we miss Ada Glor.”
“Come and dress, little ones, and we will go and see him.”
~~~*~~~
After dinner Erestor was ready to leave and take the children back to their rooms, when Faelion ran over to Elrond and climbed up onto his lap. Wrapping his little arms around the elf’s neck, Faelion kissed his cheek and said, “Ada is telling us a story about three warriors and their guards who are trying to get home to their families, and there’s a big storm and everything. Can you and Noron come and listen to the story, too?”
Elrond looked up to see Erestor’s nod, then said, “I think I would like that very much, little one. Shall we go and listen to Erestor’s story, Noron?”
“Aye, I would like that as well. Thank you, Faelion,” Erynoron smiled at the elfling.
~~~*~~~
Elrohir and Thurinon returned before the others, having found nothing but impassable canyons and sheer cliffs. Elladan and Glorfindel finally returned after dark, carefully pulling their tired horses into the cave behind them. “We found a way through,” Glorfindel said. “We will leave in the morning. It will be a rough road, though.” He laid down on the hard ground and promptly fell into an exhausted sleep, followed by Elladan. The other elves saw to their horses.
~~~*~~~
Erestor picked up his story where the elves had discovered that their road had been washed away by the storm. Fallen trees and giant boulders blocked their patch, and the big golden warrior knew they were in trouble and had to find another way home.
Elrond lay comfortably on the chaise, resting against Erynoron with his husband’s arms around him, and listened attentively. Soon he began to add to the story, his deep, rich voice telling about the great warrior’s two friends.
Unnoticed by the others, silent tears pooled in Erynoron’s eyes. Perhaps Erestor and the elflings had found the way to ease Elrond’s aching heart.
When the elves in the story had reached a cave to shelter in for the night, it was time to stop. Erynoron asked, “When shall we join you for the story again, Erestor?”
“After we get some work done in the morning? Why don’t you and Elrond join us here for lunch? After the meal we can begin again.”
Tbc...
Author: Aglarien
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel, Elrond/Erynoron
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine, except for the cats. The great Master Tolkien’s estate owns everything else. I promise to return his elves when I’m done playing with them.
Timeline: 10 years after the elflings arrived in Imladris
Warning: AU
Beta: Lady Mirfain
Summary: Glorfindel and the twins are delayed returning home, and Erestor and their families worry.
Author’s Note: Part of my Enough for Tonight/The Strong Heart/Finding Hope world.
A special thank you to AprilMoon for gifting me with this plot bunny, and to Lady Mirfain for the title.
Part 1
Erestor sat in front of the window in the darkened room, staring out to the courtyard. Rain poured down in heavy cascades, lightening flashed and thunder roared. Just like it had nearly eleven years before when he had sat in the same place waiting for Glorfindel to return. And just like before he prayed to the Valar for Glorfindel’s safety. Only this time Tinnu was staying with their worried elflings, who had finally gone to sleep. And this time it was his husband he waited for, not just his best friend. Glorfindel had been due home the evening before. A whole day had passed and he had still not returned. Erestor knew that only something serious would keep him from returning on time to the husband and family he loved more than all of Arda.
“Where are you, Glorfindel?” Erestor whispered. “Why can I not feel you? Are you wounded? Come home to us. Come home to the family who loves you. Come home to me, my love.” Erestor wiped the tears from his eyes. “The Valar protect you, my love, and bring you home to me.”
In another part of the Last Homely House, two elves sat together staring out into the darkness. “I should never have sent all three of them together,” Elrond said.
“Nay, love. If they are in trouble, the three of them together will make it. It is best that they are together,” Erynoron replied, cradling his husband’s head on his shoulder. He knew Elrond would not rest easily until Elladan, Elrohir, and Glorfindel returned, and he would wait with his mate.
Elrond had sent the three warriors, along with four guards, to escort Thranduil’s wife to the Grey Havens, where she would sail to the Undying Lands. Attacked and nearly killed by Orcs, Thranduil had sent her to Imladris with a small patrol, all he could spare, knowing Elrond would get her to the seaport safely. There was no other way to halt her fading, and the king could not leave his embattled realm. Elrond had sent Thranduil’s guards back to him, knowing they were needed, and entrusted the king’s wife to his sons and Glorfindel. The storm had been raging for three days, and there was no sign of them. They should have returned over a day ago.
~~~*~~~
Glorfindel had to get home. Erestor and the elflings would be so worried. He had tried to far speak with Erestor, to let him know they were all right, but his mind seemed to be blocked. He just had to get home to his family.
The Great East Road had been washed away by the fury of the storm after they had passed through Bree, and they had been trying to find another way home. As night fell, they had finally found shelter in an abandoned cave. They were in the wilds north of Amon Sul, trying to find a pass through the small range of mountains.
The twins and the four members of their patrol had fallen into an exhausted sleep, but Glorfindel lay awake, thinking of his family. Erestor, the one he loved more than his life, his gift from the Valar, his sweet mate. Gailion, their eldest son, was growing so tall and strong. Just thirty years old, he already wanted to be a warrior like his ada. Beautiful Amdiriel, their little princess with the captivating green eyes, who loved her adas and had stolen their hearts. And little Faelion, who was only a baby when Glorfindel had found the elflings. Their baby, now ten, was as sweet as his Ada Restor, and his smile could light up a room. Missing his family so much his heart arched, he finally fell into a restless sleep.
In the morning the storm still raged, but Elladan insisted on going to scout a way. “You are right of course, my friend.” Glorfindel said. We cannot stay here and try to wait out the storm. It may last for days, and we do not have enough food. You and I will go together, and the others will wait here.”
“Glorfindel, why don’t I take Thurinon and scout the other direction? The others can stay with Demegion and allow his leg to rest longer,” Elrohir asked. Demegion had been kicked badly the day before when his horse had been spooked by lightening.
“Aye,” Glorfindel said, “with two we can hopefully find a way through sooner.”
They ate a meager breakfast of lembas and water, then set out.
~~~*~~~
After breakfast, Erestor told the elflings he would go to work for a while, and sent them to play with their friends, promising to get them for their midday meal. They all needed a distraction, and it wasn’t good for the children to just sit around and worry about their ada.
He found Elrond in his office, sitting and staring at the wall, while Erynoron talked to him about a document in his hand. “Elrond, my friend,” he said, nodding at Erynoron, “let us work. We need a distraction.” And so the three elves set to clearing the massive amount of papers that had accumulated on Elrond’s desk.
At midday, Erestor left to collect his elflings, then returned to their rooms with them for the meal. He found he could barely swallow the food, but forced himself to eat and smile with the children.
“Will you tell us a story after we eat, Ada?” Amdiriel asked.
“Of course, sweetheart. What story would you all like?”
“Do you know a story about someone trying to get home to their family, Ada Restor?” Gailion asked.
“In a storm.” Faelion added.
“Aye, I know such a story,” Erestor said, love for his elflings filling his aching heart.
After their meal, Erestor gathered the children around him on the floor, and began to tell them the story of a great warrior, lost in a fierce storm with two of his friends and four guards, and trying to get home. He vowed to himself to leave the story unfinished until Glorfindel returned to them.
~~~*~~~
Erynoron managed to get Elrond to take a few bites of his lunch, then kept him working the rest of the day so he wouldn’t focus on his missing sons. When it was nearly time for dinner, he pulled Elrond up from his chair and into his arms.
“What would I do without you, my Noron,” Elrond whispered as he laid his head on his beautiful husband’s shoulder.
Erynoron just held his mate for a few moments, rubbing his back, then said, “Come, love. It is time to dress for dinner.”
“Do I have to?” Elrond sighed.
“Eat? Aye. Dress? Nay. You are beautiful as you are.” Erynoron wrapped his arm around his beloved Elrond and they walked to the dining hall.
~~~*~~~
Erestor broke off the story. “It is time for us to get ready for dinner, little ones.”
“Will you tell us more after dinner, Ada?” Faelion asked. “And do we have to go to the dining hall tonight?”
“I will,” Erestor nodded. “And we need to have dinner with Lord Elrond, sweetheart. Remember it is his sons Elladan and Elrohir that are with your Ada Glor.”
“Poor Lord Elrond, Ada,” Faelion said. “He must be really sad and worried, like us. And Elladan and Elrohir must miss their ada as much as we miss Ada Glor.”
“Come and dress, little ones, and we will go and see him.”
~~~*~~~
After dinner Erestor was ready to leave and take the children back to their rooms, when Faelion ran over to Elrond and climbed up onto his lap. Wrapping his little arms around the elf’s neck, Faelion kissed his cheek and said, “Ada is telling us a story about three warriors and their guards who are trying to get home to their families, and there’s a big storm and everything. Can you and Noron come and listen to the story, too?”
Elrond looked up to see Erestor’s nod, then said, “I think I would like that very much, little one. Shall we go and listen to Erestor’s story, Noron?”
“Aye, I would like that as well. Thank you, Faelion,” Erynoron smiled at the elfling.
~~~*~~~
Elrohir and Thurinon returned before the others, having found nothing but impassable canyons and sheer cliffs. Elladan and Glorfindel finally returned after dark, carefully pulling their tired horses into the cave behind them. “We found a way through,” Glorfindel said. “We will leave in the morning. It will be a rough road, though.” He laid down on the hard ground and promptly fell into an exhausted sleep, followed by Elladan. The other elves saw to their horses.
~~~*~~~
Erestor picked up his story where the elves had discovered that their road had been washed away by the storm. Fallen trees and giant boulders blocked their patch, and the big golden warrior knew they were in trouble and had to find another way home.
Elrond lay comfortably on the chaise, resting against Erynoron with his husband’s arms around him, and listened attentively. Soon he began to add to the story, his deep, rich voice telling about the great warrior’s two friends.
Unnoticed by the others, silent tears pooled in Erynoron’s eyes. Perhaps Erestor and the elflings had found the way to ease Elrond’s aching heart.
When the elves in the story had reached a cave to shelter in for the night, it was time to stop. Erynoron asked, “When shall we join you for the story again, Erestor?”
“After we get some work done in the morning? Why don’t you and Elrond join us here for lunch? After the meal we can begin again.”
Tbc...