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Far from healed
Chapter ten Far from healed
A couple of days later…
Elrohir looked at Ereineldo and smiled before he turned to Glorfindel. “How had you figured this out? I mean, not even Erestor had.”
Glorfindel smiled and pulled his dark-haired love close. “Because, for once, I didn’t use the letters for focus but the author himself.” He smiled at Elrohir’s confused look. “Elladan and Erestor had already marked the qualifications, but not the emotions. Look, I know it is impossible to hide one’s feelings. So I used that; running all the elves Elladan had mentioned through my head, remembering how they acted around him. And it was rather obvious who it was. Ereineldo; and he was indeed fading, still is, but I hope Elladan will be able to heal him.”
Elrohir nodded. “He will. It will take a while, but he will.” He softly kissed his lover. “And you?”
Glorfindel smirked. “I never was, you silly.”
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Elladan smiled, staring at his beloved. /I will not fail you./ He sighed when he realised Ereineldo was waking up.
He smiled and claimed his lips. “Go back to sleep. You’re healing.”
Ereineldo closed his eyes. “You are the ailing elf, not I.”
Elladan narrowed his eyes. “Ereineldo, you love me and I love you. Why won’t you accept that? Accept me?”
Ereineldo’s eyes widened and stared at him in fear. He freed himself from the twin’s embrace and shook his head. “You do not love me. Somehow you had already known and your compassion is urging you to return it. What you feel is not real. Leave me be!” He left as fast as his legs could carry him, ignoring the pleas to return.
Glorfindel growled and pulled Elladan back when the twin made to go after him. “You’ll never get him by running after him! Nor by being this direct. You have to think before you speak, Elladan. Court him, woo him, don’t give up. Be stubborn in your pursuit and wait for him to make the next move. It’s the only way. Wait for him to tell you he is ready.”
Elladan shook his head. “No! You heard ata. He’s fading. There’s no time to wait. I don’t want to loose him.”
Elrohir sighed and embraced his twin. “Take Glorfindel’s advice. Erestor and ata will make sure nothing happens to Ereineldo. You have to give it time. And he’s not fading anymore. Deep down he knows you are sincere, his heart knows. It’s his mind that’s having difficulties believing and trusting.” He looked at Glorfindel. “Right?”
The blond nodded and looked at Elladan. “Saes, Elladan. I’m not holding you here to hurt you, or him. But you have to give him some time alone now or you’ll suffocate him. Come.”
Elladan sighed and nodded, allowing the other two to steer him to the bed. “But I do not know how to act, how to court him.”
Glorfindel smiled. “Just be yourself and show him you love him not by overwhelming him but by giving him the space he needs. Go slow, Elladan.”
Elladan laid down. “I wish I was better and could go after him. I just need to know he’s all right.”
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“Whoho, where you you going? Don’t you need to be with your lover?”
Ereineldo turned and glared at the interrupting Márcaron. “What? I have no lover!”
Márcaron smiled and closed the distance. “That’s not what I’ve heard. But I guess the rumour about you and Lord Elladan are wrong then. Never mind. I’m glad I see you though. Maybe we can work together? I could use some help.” / I have to keep an eye on you. Find out who you do love./
Ereineldo narrowed his eyes in suspicion. “What is it you want? You never bothered to talk or spend time with me before.”
Márcaron sighed. “All right. I’m concerned about you. You’re fading and I want to help. I thought maybe if I could befriend you, you would trust me. Well, actually my sister thought so; I told her she was wrong, but since I have no better ideas I had to try it. Sorry. And oh, I totally forgot. Know why Elladan was asking about our social status? He thinks I was his secret admirer. Glad he told me, must have been the illness though, but I told him it could never be me. Firstly Elladan really isn’t my type. I prefer the females. And secondly: I am not brave enough for such an action.”
Ereineldo widened his eyes. “Brave enough?” He was seriously doubting his hearing. He wasn’t brave; that’s why he wrote it in the first place, instead of speaking to Elladan personally. So why did the other call him brave?
Márcaron nodded. “Aye. From what I’ve heard said author has been smitten by him for a long, long time. I don’t have to tell you that affects an elf: you are the one fading over a mystery elf, not me. If he or she can write Elladan such letters after such a long time, it shows an amount of courage I never saw before.”
Ereineldo shook his head and ran away.
Márcaron ran after him. “Just so you know: they say Elladan will turn down whoever it is in favour of you. So be prepared for some courting, my friend. And if you love another, start courting yourself.”
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Once in his room he started pacing. His mind was in turmoil and he couldn’t believe what was happening.
/Elladan loves me./
/No, he’s acting out of compassion, sympathy and honour./
/It doesn’t matter. I’ll have him. His affections, even if theen’ten’t real./
/But you can’t live a lie./
/But I need him. I cannot live without him. What to do? I cannot leave but I also cannot stay./
/He’s willing to be mine until he falls in love. Why not take it?/
/Because it isn’t real. It’s fake and we’d both know it./
/Aiya, adar, aid me. Advice me. I know not what to do./
After a while he wiped away his tears, sat behind his desk and started writing. /I shall tell you everything: my childhood, your childhood; Doriath, Lindon, Imladris, everything./
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Elrond flarp inp in bed, rubbing his eyes in confusion.
Erestor cocked his head. “Elrond, what is it? Don’t tell me you had a nightmare.”
Elrond smiled and shook his head. “Nay. I don’t know. It’s all rather blurry, but it was important.” He growled. “Why can’t I remember?”
Erestor hugged him and soothed him. “Worry not, my love. When the time is right you will remember and know how to act. Come, rest.”
Elrond sighed heavily and allowed Erestor to comfort him.
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“Man nótë ríva léstëan lelya?”
“Rasta ar toldo ve mérat.”
“Méran. Lúli erinqua nás mérin.”
“Ilya márië, Ereineldo. Nauvat vanya aimassë?”
“Nain.”
The Chief Domestics frowned at the strange sound but ignored it. /He really needs to take some time off./ “Enjoy yourself then.”
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Translations:
Saes means : please
Man nótë ríva léstëan lelya? Means : How many days can I take off?
Rasta ar toldo ve mérat. Means : Twenty in a row if you desire.
Méran. Lúli erinqua nás mérin. Means : I do. I need some time alone.
Ilya márië, Ereineldo. Nauvat vanya aimassë? Means : All right, Ereineldo. Will you be going anywhere?
Nain. Means : I might.
TBC
A shorty, I know, but I couldn’t continue here. The break feels right, somehow.
A couple of days later…
Elrohir looked at Ereineldo and smiled before he turned to Glorfindel. “How had you figured this out? I mean, not even Erestor had.”
Glorfindel smiled and pulled his dark-haired love close. “Because, for once, I didn’t use the letters for focus but the author himself.” He smiled at Elrohir’s confused look. “Elladan and Erestor had already marked the qualifications, but not the emotions. Look, I know it is impossible to hide one’s feelings. So I used that; running all the elves Elladan had mentioned through my head, remembering how they acted around him. And it was rather obvious who it was. Ereineldo; and he was indeed fading, still is, but I hope Elladan will be able to heal him.”
Elrohir nodded. “He will. It will take a while, but he will.” He softly kissed his lover. “And you?”
Glorfindel smirked. “I never was, you silly.”
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Elladan smiled, staring at his beloved. /I will not fail you./ He sighed when he realised Ereineldo was waking up.
He smiled and claimed his lips. “Go back to sleep. You’re healing.”
Ereineldo closed his eyes. “You are the ailing elf, not I.”
Elladan narrowed his eyes. “Ereineldo, you love me and I love you. Why won’t you accept that? Accept me?”
Ereineldo’s eyes widened and stared at him in fear. He freed himself from the twin’s embrace and shook his head. “You do not love me. Somehow you had already known and your compassion is urging you to return it. What you feel is not real. Leave me be!” He left as fast as his legs could carry him, ignoring the pleas to return.
Glorfindel growled and pulled Elladan back when the twin made to go after him. “You’ll never get him by running after him! Nor by being this direct. You have to think before you speak, Elladan. Court him, woo him, don’t give up. Be stubborn in your pursuit and wait for him to make the next move. It’s the only way. Wait for him to tell you he is ready.”
Elladan shook his head. “No! You heard ata. He’s fading. There’s no time to wait. I don’t want to loose him.”
Elrohir sighed and embraced his twin. “Take Glorfindel’s advice. Erestor and ata will make sure nothing happens to Ereineldo. You have to give it time. And he’s not fading anymore. Deep down he knows you are sincere, his heart knows. It’s his mind that’s having difficulties believing and trusting.” He looked at Glorfindel. “Right?”
The blond nodded and looked at Elladan. “Saes, Elladan. I’m not holding you here to hurt you, or him. But you have to give him some time alone now or you’ll suffocate him. Come.”
Elladan sighed and nodded, allowing the other two to steer him to the bed. “But I do not know how to act, how to court him.”
Glorfindel smiled. “Just be yourself and show him you love him not by overwhelming him but by giving him the space he needs. Go slow, Elladan.”
Elladan laid down. “I wish I was better and could go after him. I just need to know he’s all right.”
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“Whoho, where you you going? Don’t you need to be with your lover?”
Ereineldo turned and glared at the interrupting Márcaron. “What? I have no lover!”
Márcaron smiled and closed the distance. “That’s not what I’ve heard. But I guess the rumour about you and Lord Elladan are wrong then. Never mind. I’m glad I see you though. Maybe we can work together? I could use some help.” / I have to keep an eye on you. Find out who you do love./
Ereineldo narrowed his eyes in suspicion. “What is it you want? You never bothered to talk or spend time with me before.”
Márcaron sighed. “All right. I’m concerned about you. You’re fading and I want to help. I thought maybe if I could befriend you, you would trust me. Well, actually my sister thought so; I told her she was wrong, but since I have no better ideas I had to try it. Sorry. And oh, I totally forgot. Know why Elladan was asking about our social status? He thinks I was his secret admirer. Glad he told me, must have been the illness though, but I told him it could never be me. Firstly Elladan really isn’t my type. I prefer the females. And secondly: I am not brave enough for such an action.”
Ereineldo widened his eyes. “Brave enough?” He was seriously doubting his hearing. He wasn’t brave; that’s why he wrote it in the first place, instead of speaking to Elladan personally. So why did the other call him brave?
Márcaron nodded. “Aye. From what I’ve heard said author has been smitten by him for a long, long time. I don’t have to tell you that affects an elf: you are the one fading over a mystery elf, not me. If he or she can write Elladan such letters after such a long time, it shows an amount of courage I never saw before.”
Ereineldo shook his head and ran away.
Márcaron ran after him. “Just so you know: they say Elladan will turn down whoever it is in favour of you. So be prepared for some courting, my friend. And if you love another, start courting yourself.”
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Once in his room he started pacing. His mind was in turmoil and he couldn’t believe what was happening.
/Elladan loves me./
/No, he’s acting out of compassion, sympathy and honour./
/It doesn’t matter. I’ll have him. His affections, even if theen’ten’t real./
/But you can’t live a lie./
/But I need him. I cannot live without him. What to do? I cannot leave but I also cannot stay./
/He’s willing to be mine until he falls in love. Why not take it?/
/Because it isn’t real. It’s fake and we’d both know it./
/Aiya, adar, aid me. Advice me. I know not what to do./
After a while he wiped away his tears, sat behind his desk and started writing. /I shall tell you everything: my childhood, your childhood; Doriath, Lindon, Imladris, everything./
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Elrond flarp inp in bed, rubbing his eyes in confusion.
Erestor cocked his head. “Elrond, what is it? Don’t tell me you had a nightmare.”
Elrond smiled and shook his head. “Nay. I don’t know. It’s all rather blurry, but it was important.” He growled. “Why can’t I remember?”
Erestor hugged him and soothed him. “Worry not, my love. When the time is right you will remember and know how to act. Come, rest.”
Elrond sighed heavily and allowed Erestor to comfort him.
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“Man nótë ríva léstëan lelya?”
“Rasta ar toldo ve mérat.”
“Méran. Lúli erinqua nás mérin.”
“Ilya márië, Ereineldo. Nauvat vanya aimassë?”
“Nain.”
The Chief Domestics frowned at the strange sound but ignored it. /He really needs to take some time off./ “Enjoy yourself then.”
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Translations:
Saes means : please
Man nótë ríva léstëan lelya? Means : How many days can I take off?
Rasta ar toldo ve mérat. Means : Twenty in a row if you desire.
Méran. Lúli erinqua nás mérin. Means : I do. I need some time alone.
Ilya márië, Ereineldo. Nauvat vanya aimassë? Means : All right, Ereineldo. Will you be going anywhere?
Nain. Means : I might.
TBC
A shorty, I know, but I couldn’t continue here. The break feels right, somehow.