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Chapter 11
Title: The Fell Winter (11/?)
Author: Aglarien
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: NC-17 eventually.
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.
Warning: AU. Complete disregard for canon, JRRT’s timelines (although the years of The Fell Winter are accurate), and the fact that only the Peredhil of Elrond’s lineage got to choose between human and elf. Lots of fluff. Patricia says this chapter needs a tissue warning!
Timeline: The Fell Winter, T.A. 2911-2912
Beta: Patricia/Slayer9649. Thank you Gwathel.
Summary: Middle-earth is in the middle of the harshest winter ever known, and Erestor is suffering from the cold. A small child and a golden warrior warm his heart.
Chapter 11
The music ceased and the room stilled at the shattering of the crystal.
Erestor wanted to rush to Glorfindel when he saw how shaken the warrior was, but Melveldir had stopped playing when the goblet shattered and both of the elflings looked frightened. He was torn between needing to comfort the elflings he loved, and running to the elf he loved.
His dilemma was solved almost instantaneously when Elrond motioned to Erestor to remain where he was and quickly went to Glorfindel’s side. Erestor pulled the elflings to him and held them close, whispering comforting words.
Placing a hand on the dazed Glorfindel’s shoulder, Elrond spoke quietly. “What is it, Glorfindel?”
Glorfindel continued to stare into nothingness for long moments, seemingly not even aware of Elrond’s presence. Finally he turned his head and looked at his lord. “The song,” he whispered. “That music.” His eyes moved to the bed and the elflings. He had frightened the elflings. Guilt mixed with overwhelming sorrow in his heart. Moving away from Elrond, he slowly approached the bed and dropped to both of his knees at its side. Placing one of his large hands on each of the elflings’ heads, he softly stroked their dark hair. “Forgive me. I did not mean to frighten you,” he whispered hoarsely, as unshed tears glistened in his eyes.
“Glorfindel…please…what is wrong?” Erestor asked anxiously. In an instant, everything had changed from merriment to distress as the golden lord shattered along with the goblet. Unease gripped the councilor’s heart, and he wanted to pull Glorfindel into his arms and hold him along with the elflings.
Glorfindel labored to control the anguish flooding his soul, and his hands dropped to his sides. Grief was overwhelming him, and his heart felt like it would break. “Where did you learn that song, little one?” he finally whispered, his voice shaking with the effort.
“My...my...ada,” Melveldir said, his eyes large and full of fear at the change in Glorfindel. “My ada taught me.”
“Do you…do you know where he learned it?” Glorfindel asked as gently as he was able. He could see the fear in the elfling, and it hurt his heart all the more.
“He…he said his brother wrote it for him. When Ada was little. It was for his begetting day. It was a…a… gift from his older brother.” Melveldir held onto Erestor tightly.
Glorfindel nodded, his eyes once again looking off into the distance. Tears were streaming down his face as he finally whispered, “Tell me your ada’s name again?”
“Anorion,” Vel whispered.
Nodding again, Glorfindel roughly wiped the tears from his face and drew a ragged breath. Speaking to no one he whispered, “All this time. All this time…so close. So close and we never knew. I could have seen him. Held him. My little Anaro. How I loved you, my sweet little brother. How I miss you.” His eyes closed and the agony in his heart was on his face.
Erestor finally understood, and his heart broke along with Glorfindel’s. It was Glorfindel who had gifted the song to the elflings’ father for his begetting day. He had written it. Glorfindel had lost his younger brother not once, but twice. Stifling a sob, he held the elflings close and buried his face in their dark locks.
The room was silent as one by one, the hearts of the other grown elves filled with sorrow for the golden warrior as realization dawned, and more than one quietly wiped tears from their eyes. Glorfindel’s brother Anaro had changed his Quenyan name to the Sindarin Anorion.
Elrond went to Glorfindel’s side and dropped to his knees beside him, placing his hand once again on the broad shoulder. “Oh, Glorfindel, I am so very sorry, my friend.”
Melveldir did not understand, and looked up at Erestor in confusion. Erestor simply held him closer and placed a kiss on his head. Riniel, however, never took her eyes from Glorfindel and watched him thoughtfully.
Glorfindel placed his hand over Elrond’s, and then dropped down to rest on his haunches. The elflings…he had to think of the elflings. He had already grieved for the loss of his brother once, and for their sake he would not give into this anguish. He would be strong for them. Wiping his eyes again, he attempted a small smile at the elflings. “Melveldir…Riniel…little ones…your ada’s older brother did write that song for him. Long ago…long ago in a city named Gondolin. It was for his fortieth begetting day, and your ada was already a gifted musician. Oh, when he played his flute…when he played, it was as if all of the most beautiful sounding birds in all of Arda had gathered to sing for us. It was… magical.”
“You knew Ada?” Melveldir whispered in amazement.
“Oh, yes. I knew him…and I loved him very much,” Glorfindel whispered. His eyes closed once again as he remembered bright Anaro and let those memories fill his aching heart.
Riniel pulled away from Erestor and quietly climbed off of the bed and onto Glorfindel’s lap. Wrapping her little arms as far as she could reach around the big warrior, she said, “You are Ada’s brother.”
Glorfindel’s eyes opened as he felt Riniel crawl onto his lap, and he nodded. “Yes, my little Rin. I am your ada’s brother,” he said, holding the little elfling tightly.
Riniel buried her face in Glorfindel’s golden mane and breathed deeply. “You smell like Ada.”
Erestor whispered to the elfling on his lap, “Go to him, Vel. He needs you.”
Melveldir nodded, and then slowly crawled off of the bed to join his sister in Glorfindel’s arms.
Glorfindel held the elflings, slowly rocking them back and forth, tears streaming down his face.
~~~*~~~
Galuvaeron and Lindir walked slowly back to the seneschal’s rooms in silence. Finally reaching the door, Lindir looked up at the tall healer and said, “I do not want to be alone tonight. Would you…can you…stay with me? Please? My heart…it hurts, Vaeron. I need a friend tonight.” The elflings would stay with Glorfindel and Erestor for the night instead of Lindir, and he was just too sad to remain all by himself.
The healer nodded. “I do not want to be alone either, Lindir. I will stay, and we will sit together and talk….or not. Whatever you would like – just as long as we are not alone. We will get through this night together.”
Inside his rooms, Lindir first checked on the kittens they had left in his bedroom, and finding them fast asleep in their basket, he returned to the sitting room. Curling up on the chaise next to Vaeron, he buried his head in his hands.
The healer waited, unsure if he should offer Lindir comfort. He knew the elf had been deeply affected by Glorfindel’s grief at finding his beloved brother had been so close. Had Glorfindel only known, Anorion and his family would all be safe in Imladris, and he suspected the seneschal felt that he somehow should have known. His uncertainly about what to do came to an abrupt halt when he heard Lindir stifle a sob and the smaller elf’s shoulders shook. His own heart broke, and he wrapped his arms around Lindir, holding him close.
Lindir put his arms around Vaeron, grateful for the healer’s presence, and wept onto his shoulder. He knew he was soaking his new friend’s tunic, but he couldn’t stop. It was just so unfair. They were all safe and secure in Imladris, and Glorfindel’s poor brother had been out in nearly the wild with his family. Why hadn’t he thought about those families out there? Why hadn’t he asked Elrond about bringing them to Imladris when the winter started turning so cold? He could have kept Anorion and his wife from being killed. “It’s all my fault,” he whimpered. “I could have had Elrond bring those families here.”
Galuvaeron lifted Lindir’s head from his shoulder and looked into his tearful eyes. Holding Lindir’s face in his hands and wiping his tears away with his thumbs, he said quietly, “No. It is not your fault. No one here knew much of those families out there, Lindir.”
“But I could have done something. We should have known.”
“No, Lindir. It is your role to run this house, not to keep every elven settlement safe. The Valar work in mysterious ways. Maybe they meant it to happen. What would have happened to Erestor if it didn’t? He was fading. If it were not for the elflings and Glorfindel, maybe he wouldn’t even be alive now. And Glorfindel is with him now only because of the elflings. They found their love for each other because of it. It is *not* your fault. You are beautiful, Lindir, inside and out, and your caring heart hurts for your friend. But do not blame yourself for his loss.”
Lindir drew a deep breath. In his heart, he knew Galuvaeron was right. It had just hurt so much to see Glorfindel like that. When he nodded, the healer released his face and Lindir was once again wrapped in strong, comforting arms. With a sigh, he rested his head once more on the broad chest. Long minutes passed in silence, and Lindir felt Vaeron’s warmth and healing energy fill his spirit.
Tbc….
Author: Aglarien
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: NC-17 eventually.
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.
Warning: AU. Complete disregard for canon, JRRT’s timelines (although the years of The Fell Winter are accurate), and the fact that only the Peredhil of Elrond’s lineage got to choose between human and elf. Lots of fluff. Patricia says this chapter needs a tissue warning!
Timeline: The Fell Winter, T.A. 2911-2912
Beta: Patricia/Slayer9649. Thank you Gwathel.
Summary: Middle-earth is in the middle of the harshest winter ever known, and Erestor is suffering from the cold. A small child and a golden warrior warm his heart.
Chapter 11
The music ceased and the room stilled at the shattering of the crystal.
Erestor wanted to rush to Glorfindel when he saw how shaken the warrior was, but Melveldir had stopped playing when the goblet shattered and both of the elflings looked frightened. He was torn between needing to comfort the elflings he loved, and running to the elf he loved.
His dilemma was solved almost instantaneously when Elrond motioned to Erestor to remain where he was and quickly went to Glorfindel’s side. Erestor pulled the elflings to him and held them close, whispering comforting words.
Placing a hand on the dazed Glorfindel’s shoulder, Elrond spoke quietly. “What is it, Glorfindel?”
Glorfindel continued to stare into nothingness for long moments, seemingly not even aware of Elrond’s presence. Finally he turned his head and looked at his lord. “The song,” he whispered. “That music.” His eyes moved to the bed and the elflings. He had frightened the elflings. Guilt mixed with overwhelming sorrow in his heart. Moving away from Elrond, he slowly approached the bed and dropped to both of his knees at its side. Placing one of his large hands on each of the elflings’ heads, he softly stroked their dark hair. “Forgive me. I did not mean to frighten you,” he whispered hoarsely, as unshed tears glistened in his eyes.
“Glorfindel…please…what is wrong?” Erestor asked anxiously. In an instant, everything had changed from merriment to distress as the golden lord shattered along with the goblet. Unease gripped the councilor’s heart, and he wanted to pull Glorfindel into his arms and hold him along with the elflings.
Glorfindel labored to control the anguish flooding his soul, and his hands dropped to his sides. Grief was overwhelming him, and his heart felt like it would break. “Where did you learn that song, little one?” he finally whispered, his voice shaking with the effort.
“My...my...ada,” Melveldir said, his eyes large and full of fear at the change in Glorfindel. “My ada taught me.”
“Do you…do you know where he learned it?” Glorfindel asked as gently as he was able. He could see the fear in the elfling, and it hurt his heart all the more.
“He…he said his brother wrote it for him. When Ada was little. It was for his begetting day. It was a…a… gift from his older brother.” Melveldir held onto Erestor tightly.
Glorfindel nodded, his eyes once again looking off into the distance. Tears were streaming down his face as he finally whispered, “Tell me your ada’s name again?”
“Anorion,” Vel whispered.
Nodding again, Glorfindel roughly wiped the tears from his face and drew a ragged breath. Speaking to no one he whispered, “All this time. All this time…so close. So close and we never knew. I could have seen him. Held him. My little Anaro. How I loved you, my sweet little brother. How I miss you.” His eyes closed and the agony in his heart was on his face.
Erestor finally understood, and his heart broke along with Glorfindel’s. It was Glorfindel who had gifted the song to the elflings’ father for his begetting day. He had written it. Glorfindel had lost his younger brother not once, but twice. Stifling a sob, he held the elflings close and buried his face in their dark locks.
The room was silent as one by one, the hearts of the other grown elves filled with sorrow for the golden warrior as realization dawned, and more than one quietly wiped tears from their eyes. Glorfindel’s brother Anaro had changed his Quenyan name to the Sindarin Anorion.
Elrond went to Glorfindel’s side and dropped to his knees beside him, placing his hand once again on the broad shoulder. “Oh, Glorfindel, I am so very sorry, my friend.”
Melveldir did not understand, and looked up at Erestor in confusion. Erestor simply held him closer and placed a kiss on his head. Riniel, however, never took her eyes from Glorfindel and watched him thoughtfully.
Glorfindel placed his hand over Elrond’s, and then dropped down to rest on his haunches. The elflings…he had to think of the elflings. He had already grieved for the loss of his brother once, and for their sake he would not give into this anguish. He would be strong for them. Wiping his eyes again, he attempted a small smile at the elflings. “Melveldir…Riniel…little ones…your ada’s older brother did write that song for him. Long ago…long ago in a city named Gondolin. It was for his fortieth begetting day, and your ada was already a gifted musician. Oh, when he played his flute…when he played, it was as if all of the most beautiful sounding birds in all of Arda had gathered to sing for us. It was… magical.”
“You knew Ada?” Melveldir whispered in amazement.
“Oh, yes. I knew him…and I loved him very much,” Glorfindel whispered. His eyes closed once again as he remembered bright Anaro and let those memories fill his aching heart.
Riniel pulled away from Erestor and quietly climbed off of the bed and onto Glorfindel’s lap. Wrapping her little arms as far as she could reach around the big warrior, she said, “You are Ada’s brother.”
Glorfindel’s eyes opened as he felt Riniel crawl onto his lap, and he nodded. “Yes, my little Rin. I am your ada’s brother,” he said, holding the little elfling tightly.
Riniel buried her face in Glorfindel’s golden mane and breathed deeply. “You smell like Ada.”
Erestor whispered to the elfling on his lap, “Go to him, Vel. He needs you.”
Melveldir nodded, and then slowly crawled off of the bed to join his sister in Glorfindel’s arms.
Glorfindel held the elflings, slowly rocking them back and forth, tears streaming down his face.
~~~*~~~
Galuvaeron and Lindir walked slowly back to the seneschal’s rooms in silence. Finally reaching the door, Lindir looked up at the tall healer and said, “I do not want to be alone tonight. Would you…can you…stay with me? Please? My heart…it hurts, Vaeron. I need a friend tonight.” The elflings would stay with Glorfindel and Erestor for the night instead of Lindir, and he was just too sad to remain all by himself.
The healer nodded. “I do not want to be alone either, Lindir. I will stay, and we will sit together and talk….or not. Whatever you would like – just as long as we are not alone. We will get through this night together.”
Inside his rooms, Lindir first checked on the kittens they had left in his bedroom, and finding them fast asleep in their basket, he returned to the sitting room. Curling up on the chaise next to Vaeron, he buried his head in his hands.
The healer waited, unsure if he should offer Lindir comfort. He knew the elf had been deeply affected by Glorfindel’s grief at finding his beloved brother had been so close. Had Glorfindel only known, Anorion and his family would all be safe in Imladris, and he suspected the seneschal felt that he somehow should have known. His uncertainly about what to do came to an abrupt halt when he heard Lindir stifle a sob and the smaller elf’s shoulders shook. His own heart broke, and he wrapped his arms around Lindir, holding him close.
Lindir put his arms around Vaeron, grateful for the healer’s presence, and wept onto his shoulder. He knew he was soaking his new friend’s tunic, but he couldn’t stop. It was just so unfair. They were all safe and secure in Imladris, and Glorfindel’s poor brother had been out in nearly the wild with his family. Why hadn’t he thought about those families out there? Why hadn’t he asked Elrond about bringing them to Imladris when the winter started turning so cold? He could have kept Anorion and his wife from being killed. “It’s all my fault,” he whimpered. “I could have had Elrond bring those families here.”
Galuvaeron lifted Lindir’s head from his shoulder and looked into his tearful eyes. Holding Lindir’s face in his hands and wiping his tears away with his thumbs, he said quietly, “No. It is not your fault. No one here knew much of those families out there, Lindir.”
“But I could have done something. We should have known.”
“No, Lindir. It is your role to run this house, not to keep every elven settlement safe. The Valar work in mysterious ways. Maybe they meant it to happen. What would have happened to Erestor if it didn’t? He was fading. If it were not for the elflings and Glorfindel, maybe he wouldn’t even be alive now. And Glorfindel is with him now only because of the elflings. They found their love for each other because of it. It is *not* your fault. You are beautiful, Lindir, inside and out, and your caring heart hurts for your friend. But do not blame yourself for his loss.”
Lindir drew a deep breath. In his heart, he knew Galuvaeron was right. It had just hurt so much to see Glorfindel like that. When he nodded, the healer released his face and Lindir was once again wrapped in strong, comforting arms. With a sigh, he rested his head once more on the broad chest. Long minutes passed in silence, and Lindir felt Vaeron’s warmth and healing energy fill his spirit.
Tbc….