A Lonely Love

Chapter 11



Carandhol was still snickering as he made his way to the Hall of Fire. Upon entering, he was immediately greeted by many of his fellow warriors. "Cara, over here my friend," smiled Sirlith seductively.


Carandhol smiled at everyone there, greeting many along the way. In a bold and arrogant move, he walked straight up to Sirlith, taking the offered mug of ale in one hand whilst the other rested on Sirlith's muscular backside.

Glancing into each other’s eyes, Cara leaned forward to whisper into Sirlith's ear. "I shall enjoy ravishing you this night," he crooned licking Sirlith's ear in full view of all there.

"Mmm, perhaps I shall be the one to ravish you, meleth," Sirlith replied seductively pressing a slow kiss to Carandhol's lips.

The other warriors there shifted their gazes’ away form the overt scene in front of them. Some were angry at the unabashed display in front of them, but none would say anything. They were brothers in arms and that code went deep.

Only one there had the resilience to say anything to the two on display. As the minstrel went to play, he passed the two and uttered for their ears only, "discretion should be well heeded."

Lindir respected Erestor immensely. The exhibit in front of him dismayed him, especially since none of the warriors would dare say anything against one of their own. 'Perhaps Glorfindel would,' he thought as his blue eyes scanned the Hall for the captain. Glorfindel was nowhere to be seen.

Carandhol glared at Lindir, but moved slightly away from Sirlith as he saw Elrond coming into the Hall for a nightcap.



Glorfindel, freshly bathed, walked around his quarters in naught. His hair hung loose and drying wildly about him. He kept thinking about all Erestor had confided to him this day. He silently cursed the deal made between Eregion and Lindon. If that arrangement were never made, then quite possibly, Erestor would be free to be courted.

Sitting hard on his soft mattress, he sighed in frustration, his mind wandering to that ghost of a kiss he shared with Erestor this day. He thought he sensed feelings coming from Erestor as well, a hidden passion inside just waiting to be unleashed. His body began to react to the memories of having Erestor so close to him this day. He felt the sweet flashes of lightening towards his groin, immediately growing aroused.

Lying back against the bed he ran his hands down his chest only to stop and tease a nipple. "Erestor," he moaned as he put his finger to his mouth and licked it only to return it to the hardening nipple. "Ooo..." he squirmed, remembering the sweet smell of honeysuckle and the allure of those almond shaped eyes. His other hand locked around his now weeping arousal and began to stroke languidly. Up to the full and swollen head, circling around and gathering the accumulating fluids there upon to slick the path downwards. All the while remembering the vision that had descended the stairs earlier that very day. The way his muscled thighs twitched with each movement; the sun shining down on ebony hair. The sweet smile reserved just for him, the flat sensual line of his abdomen. His pace quickened, as he pinched his hardened pink nipple to a sensual pain; his back arching to meet each fevered thrust into his large callused palm.

"Ooo...mmm..." the mighty slayer moaned and writhed on his bed, hips undulating, sweat glistening upon his brow and chiseled chest. Powerful thighs straining, calves flexing, buttocks clenching, feet pointing straight ahead in his inevitable release...."AHH...Mmnnn....." his body began jerking spasmodically, as screaming, he came in such bursts of warm seed, that it flew up past his stomach, hitting his chin, the headboard, the wall and finally dripping onto the massive valleys and plains of his incredibly hardened abdominals.

"ERES...ERESTOOOOOOOOORRRR!!!!" he screamed out as wave after wave of orgasm ripped throughout him. Thoroughly spent, he collapsed back onto his bed having had one of the most intense orgasms by his own hand ever. Breathing shallow and quickly, he kept repeating Erestor's name softy over and over as he fell into a sated reverie.

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He knew not how many hours passed. Still he sat unmoving, in darkness, upon the chair he had fallen into, eyes swollen, red and burning. Turmoil, he was in turmoil, he knew not what or whom to believe any more. 'Was Glorfindel lying to him?' 'Was Carandhol?' 'Did all of Imladris snicker behind his back?' 'Did his Lord Elrond?'

"No, not Elrond, he, he called me his brother," he said aloud. "Not Glorfindel, he, he is always an honorable elf." Slowly, he stood, his hands shaking, then his legs, until he was shivering uncontrollably. The room began to spin around him. Panicking, he opened the door to head for Elrond's rooms, while in doing so, he collapsed, his torso landing hard in the hallway with his legs still in his rooms.

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Glorfindel woke up with a start, immediately sitting up. He briskly walked to the bathroom, cleaned, dressed, and donned his sword belt to patrol the halls of his home. Something was wrong; he could feel it with every fiber of his being. He began searching from the cellars up. Elves moved out of the determined slayer’s way. His hair flowing wildly behind him from his brisk pace. He looked fierce and determined. Upon entering the Hall of Fire, he strolled resolutely towards Elrond.

Sensing something amiss, Elrond put his drink down turning towards the door. One look at Glorfindel’s face and Elrond was on his feet meeting his seneschal halfway.

“Elrond, something is amiss, I feel it to my core.”

“I feel it as well,” Elrond frowned, “gather some warriors.”

Glorfindel whistled, getting the desired attention. All stopped what they were doing; the Hall became eerily quiet save for the crackling of the fire.

“I need ten of my guards now.” He commanded.

At least twenty stepped forward, including Carandhol and Sirlith.

“What is wrong?” Asked Carandhol as the others agreed nodding their heads in inquiry.

“Glorfindel and I sense some ill in our home, we know not what it is, however, it must be found!” Elrond replied honestly to his warriors.

Glorfindel continued, “I have checked the cellars already, I want two together, search every corridor, every room, leave no corner unseen. Lindir, you are to stay here and take every report given by returning guards.”

“Aye, captain,” all replied.

“Elrond, please, come with me?” asked a worried Glorfindel.

Elrond nodded his answer as all took off in search of whatever fell thing their captain and lord had felt threatening the Last Homely House. The whole of the house was thrown into vigilance.

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In the family wing of the house, Celebrian was awakened by two crying elflings. Quickly walking into the adjoining nursery, she sat on the bed as the two identical heads sniffled against her.

“Restor, Nana,” sniffed Elrohir.

“What about Erestor my sweet one?” asked Celebrian as she rocked her sons against her breast.

“H, he is sick,” hiccupped a snotty Elladan.

“How do you know this?” Celebrian was worried. At times, her sons did show signs of the sight; after all, both their father and grandmother have it.

“Dun no,” sniffled Elrohir.

“Sh, my sons, I am sure our Erestor is well. Though whence your Adar arrives, I will have him check on Erestor. How is that?” Celebrian tried to soothe them. They both nodded their heads and clung to their mother tightly.

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Heading immediately from the Hall of Fire to the family wing, Glorfindel and Elrond walked briskly to their destination. Senses alert for everything. Turning the corner, they could see someone lying halfway into the corridor.

They both ran. “Erestor!” exclaimed Glorfindel.

Elrond and his seneschal knelt next to the still form of Erestor. Elrond began to feel for a pulse. It was there, though not strong as was usual for a healthy elf. He then began checking for injuries. The only outward sign was eyes swollen from crying and silver tear streaks down that beautiful face.

Tears began to stream down Glorfindel’s face. “Is he?” he felt a lump in his throat; he couldn’t say the words.

“Fear not, he is alive.” Elrond tried to reassure Glorfindel, noting the emotional state his seneschal was in for a later time.

“We must take him to the healing wing, he needs to be thoroughly examined.”

“ I will carry him,” stated Glorfindel as he picked up the light elf easily. Upon entering the Healing Wing, they were met by Carandhol and Sirlith.

“What is wrong with Erestor?” inquired a somewhat worried Carandhol.

“We found him unconscious in the hallway to your rooms,” responded Elrond adding, “He seems uninjured, though he looks to have been crying.”

Carandhol inwardly cringed. ‘Had his words caused Erestor to try and take his life?’ ‘ No, nonsense, Erestor would not do such a thing.” He told himself. ‘He is a coward.’

Glorfindel laid Erestor on one of the beds per Elrond’s instructions. The healer on call ran over to assist Elrond. By now, the rest of the guards were awaiting news of Erestor. They all very much respected the quiet and wise counselor. Carandhol went to leave the room to join the other warriors.

“Where are you going captain?” asked Elrond sternly.

“To let you do your work,” he muttered sheepishly.

“I will be examining him and need you to tell me if you see anything out of the ordinary.” Elrond then looked at the visibly concerned Glorfindel.

“Fin, you will need to step outside,” he whispered.

“Oh, of course,” blushed the slayer as he did so.

Elrond and the other healer slowly undressed the counselor and asked Carandhol to look Erestor over. Elrond ran his hands along the smooth milky skin feeling for injuries. They gingerly turned him over repeating the process.

“He looks normal,” answered Carandhol in a quiet voice, not liking Erestor on display, so to speak.

“I cannot find anything physically wrong,” sighed Elrond in frustration.

Erestor started to shiver visibly. “S…s…so, so c, cold,” Erestor barely stuttered aloud.

“Erestor, what happened?” asked a relieved Elrond.

“Felt c…cold, then d…dizzy, went to find…you,” he whispered.

“Carandhol is here as well, meldir,” replied Elrond.

Erestor stiffened and began to shake even more. “I am here,” Carandhol replied matter-of- factly.

Elrond went to get some miruvor to warm Erestor as well as more blankets. As he was presently in the adjoining room, which was only divided by a thin curtain, he listened for any conversation between the two in the subsequent room.

“What are you trying to pull now Erestor!” hissed Carandhol. “You are naught but a thorn in my side, I wish I was never wed to you!”

Erestor began to shake more as tears spilled from his eyes.

“Argh, you disgust me, all you do is cry! You are a weakling.” Carandhol continued his tirade forgetting about Elrond in the other room. “I deserve a warrior, not a scribe, I should have Sirlith as a mate, not you!”

Elrond had heard enough. He stormed into the room. “Captain, I suggest you wait outside.”

Carandhol just looked at Elrond in shock. He knew Elrond overheard all he had said to Erestor.

“Now captain!” commanded Elrond with all his authority in that one single command, his brows furrowing together with his ire.

Carandhol sped on his heels quickly leaving.

Helping Erestor sit up, he put the drink to his lips, the warmth of it infusing throughout him.

“How long has this treatment been going on meldir?” asked Elrond in a soothing voice as he smoothed Erestor’s hair back.

Erestor sighed and closed his eyes, “since Eregion.”

“Oh meldir, you are nothing of which he says,” Elrond grabbed his hand.

“I, I am fading, am I not?” asked Erestor resigned to his fate.

“NO! I will not let that happen!” yelled Glorfindel from the doorway. He had come in the room to see how Erestor faired after Carandhol ran past all waiting for a report, without saying a word. Sirlith, his faithful dog, ran after him.

“Glorfindel, please, calm down,” urged Elrond.

“W-why would you care?” whispered Erestor still with his eyes closed.

“Did I not let my feelings be known to you this afternoon?’’ Glorfindel replied in a broken voice.

“Tis just pity, a softness for lost causes,” whispered Erestor as another tear fell down his beautiful face.

“That is not me, I offer no pity, only my love.” There, he declared his love in front of Elrond not caring what may be thought of him for loving a wedded elf.

“Did Cara tell you this?” asked Elrond already knowing the answer.

“Yes,” therein followed a long pause, “s...so c…cold.” Shivered the counselor as Elrond put another blanket on him.

“Erestor, please do not fade,” cried Glorfindel as he kissed Erestor’s brow.
He then turned and stormed out of the Healing Wing.

“Glorfindel!” Elrond called after him as he peeked his head into the other room only to see the back of the slayer disappear out the door.

“Follow him,” Elrond ordered to the remaining guards there.


Glorfindel was fuming. ‘How dare Carandhol speak such lies to Erestor?’
He quickly made his way to their office flinging the door open only to reveal a half naked Sirlith engaged in heated kisses with Carandhol.

The two looked at the furious Glorfindel and suddenly grew afraid. For not only was he full of anger, but his light shone the brightest they had ever seen.

In two strides he was next to Carandhol and pulled him from Sirlith. By now the guards sent by Elrond were there as well.

“How dare you act like this when you are wedded to Erestor!” he hissed inches from Cara’s face.

Sirlith went to defend Carandhol but found himself restrained by two guards. “Let go of me!” he hissed struggling to get away.

“Erestor is fading.” Glorfindel said through clenched teeth.

Carandhol’s face shown his surprise and another emotion, perhaps regret? “That is his choice,” answered Carandhol calmly.

Glorfindel’s fist came down upon Carandhol’s jaw so fast, he did not know what was happening. Cara’s head snapped back as he spit blood down the front of his tunic. Stunned, he shook his head and threw a blow in Glorfindel’s direction. The mighty slayer blocked it like it was a mere fly he was swatting away.

“You lied about me!” He shoved Carandhol into the bookshelves, spilling the contents.

“You lied to Erestor! You insensitive Son of an Orc!” he punched him dead aim to his right eye. Cara slumped to the floor.

“Enough!” yelled Elrond from the doorway as Glorfindel grabbed the tunic of the slumped Carandhol, his fist raised to strike again. Glorfindel stopped mid swing. He never heard the tone Elrond used until this day. He knew his lord meant business.


TBC…