The Fell Winter
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Adult ++
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Chapter 13
Title: The Fell Winter (13/15)
Author: Aglarien
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel, Lindir/Galuvaeron(OMC)
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.
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 13
Lindir groaned as the warmth beside him moved, and he tried to snuggle closer to it again. “It is too early for you to leave,” he said. “It is the middle of the night.”
“I must rise and go to the healing house to check on those under my care, Lindir,” a soft voice whispered in the seneschal’s ear. “I know it is early yet, but they need me. I will try and return quickly.”
Lindir nodded sleepily. “If you are delayed and I am not here, seek for me in Erestor’s new rooms. We will move the elflings and him there after breakfast.” He held his arms up, reaching for the healer for one last kiss to hold him until they met again.
Galuvaeron held the slighter elf close and kissed him softly. “I love you, Lindir. If you are free before me, come and find me in the healing house?”
The seneschal smiled. “I will,” he whispered, kissing Vaeron slowly and deeply one last time until they met again. “I love you, Vaeron.”
The healer quickly dressed, and just before he left, he lifted the two kittens from their basket and set them on the bed to curl up beside the once again sleeping Lindir. Bestowing a final soft kiss onto Lindir’s hair, he quietly left. As he hurried to the healing house, he smiled and hummed a merry little tune under his breath. He couldn’t quite remember how, but sometime after their first declaration of love, the two had ended up in Lindir’s bed, where the seneschal at one point had even begged for Vaeron to bond with him. Using every ounce of control he possessed, Galuvaeron had gently refused, finally able to convince Lindir that as much as they loved each other and were sure of their decision, he did not want their binding to come on the tail of such an emotional night. //No, my beautiful Lindir, I want all the emotions you experience on the day of our bonding to be from me alone. And I promise, I will not make you wait long.// He couldn’t help adding a little skip to his step. Their not-so-chaste lovemaking, while short of completing their love, had been stunning.
~ ~ ~ ~ * ~ ~ ~ ~
Although he had slept much later than normal, Glorfindel was the only one awake and dressed when servants arrived with breakfast, followed by Lindir carrying the kittens in their basket. Hating to wake Erestor and the elflings, the warrior did so nonetheless. It was time to get Erestor out of these rooms and into his new warm ones. The cold which continued to seep into the rooms and the frigid bathroom posed too great a risk to the weakened councilor. Erestor might have recovered from his near-death and be feeling better, but his strength was dangerously depleted and he was far from well. Only if he was kept warm, continued to eat well, and got plenty of rest, would he fully regain his health. Melveldir was recovering more quickly than Erestor, but he too required care until he was fully healed of his wounds.
Trays of food were carried into the bedroom, where Erestor and the elflings were treated to breakfast in bed, while a gaggle of softly chattering servants began the task of moving the contents of the councilor’s sitting room – desk, books, papers, and personal belongings – into the new rooms.
Erestor heard the sounds coming from his sitting room and look inquisitively at Lindir. “What is happening, Lindir?” he asked.
“The servants are moving your desk and your belongings into your new rooms, Erestor. I have asked them to move your chaise longue as well, although there is already one there. With both you and Melveldir still healing you will need both of them,” the seneschal replied. “When you have all finished your breakfast, we will go to your new chambers where you can rest comfortably in your new sitting room, and the servants will move everything except the furniture from your bedroom and bathroom.”
Erestor looked confused. In the blink of an eye his life was changing, and for the better, but he would have liked to have had some say in it. He was looking forward to moving into the new rooms with Glorfindel and the elflings, wherever they were, but his furniture was comfortable – he had had it for centuries and was used to it. He knew exactly where everything was and how his clothes fit in his wardrobe. And he really loved the comfort of his bed. “No furniture? My bed….I like my bed. We are not moving my bed?”
“Elrond has ordered that you have all new furniture, my friend,” Lindir replied. “Wait until you see the new rooms and your new furniture. If you still wish for your old furnishing, I will have them moved. Will that suit?”
“Erestor,” Glorfindel said softly, “the elflings and I will be sharing the rooms with you. Do you still wish this?”
“Of course I do! I want you all with me. It is just that….oh, I am being silly, worrying about my bed.” Erestor chuckled. “I am a silly old elf sometimes,” he whispered to the elflings. He sighed and then smiled. “All that matters is that we are together.”
“You will like the rooms, Uncle Erestor,” Riniel said. “Really you will. I promise.”
“I am sure I will, little one,” Erestor said, drawing the elflings close. Gazing up at Glorfindel, he saw the golden elf watching them with a gentle smile on his face. “I am sure I will.”
~~~*~~~
Erestor was bundled in furs and being shepherded along the halls, Glorfindel’s arms wrapped securely around his waist for support. Servants carrying Erestor’s belongings scurried around them, hurrying to and from the new suite of rooms. Other residents of the Last Homely House smiled and nodded to the councilor in passing, some calling out cheerful greetings. Several scribes and advisors even stopped and congratulated Erestor on his new rooms. “Glorfindel, what is going on?” he whispered. “No one ever smiles at me except for the servants and the healers. They never even notice me outside of my office.”
Glorfindel shook his head. “I have no idea. Lindir, do you?” he asked, turning to the seneschal, who carried little Riniel in his arms while Melveldir walked along side.
Lindir nodded. “I believe I do. I think you will find everyone’s attitude toward you charged, Erestor – and for the better. You see, word spread about everything that happened – you know what a hub of gossip we have here, especially since nearly everyone is confined inside with the cold. I think the servants started it, and then the healers started talking about just how special you are, and then there were the stories about all of the refugees you arranged housing for, and all the children you found homes for, and...”
“Enough!” whispered Erestor sharply, his pale cheeks turning a bright rose color. “So now I am fodder for the gossips?”
“Erestor,” Glorfindel said gently, “I think I understand now. When Elrond first told me what you have been doing all these years, wearing yourself down in the service of others, I was ashamed and felt very guilty.”
Erestor looked up at the Glorfindel, not understanding what the captain was trying to say. “Why ever would you feel ashamed? Guilty of what?”
“Because I had misjudged you. I thought, like many of these others, that you simply spent all of your time working because you didn’t want to socialize with any of us. All that time, I could have been helping you. I could have offered you my companionship, my friendship – and instead, I did not even bother to find out what you were doing. I left you to wear yourself out alone - we all did. I think everyone wants to make it up to you now that they know.”
Erestor stopped walking and looked up at Glorfindel with a panicked look on his face. “It is not guilt that makes you want to stay with me, is it?” His heart clenched at the possibility that the warrior did not truly love him, and he closed his eyes to suppress the tears he felt welling.
The warrior pulled the slight elf closer and whispered fervently, “Open your eyes. Look at me and see the truth of my words, Erestor.” Glorfindel waited until two tear-drenches orbs looked into his own. “I love you, Erestor. Yes, I still feel guilty, but it is not guilt that draws me to you. You are all that is good and bright in this cold and frozen world, and you fill my heart with warmth. You are the mate my soul has been waiting for, and I bless the Valar for finding you. I love you.” Bending down, he placed a soft but fervent kiss upon Erestor’s lips.
The giggles of the elflings behind them drew them apart; the thought of others seeing them kiss in the hallway caused a blush to rise to Erestor’s ear tips. “I love you, Glorfindel,” he whispered as they resumed walking, and he leaned his head against the warrior’s shoulder. “I do not want to lose you now that I have found you.”
“You will never lose me, Erestor,” Glorfindel said quietly. “Never.” Tightening his arm around the councilor, he added, “You’re even more beautiful when you blush. I must make you do it more often.” Spying another group of elves approaching, he leaned down and kissed Erestor again, this time more passionately, and when the kiss ended, he whispered into a cherry-red, delicate ear, “I am yours.”
*****
Tbc, much quicker than before, since it's finally completely written!
Author: Aglarien
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel, Lindir/Galuvaeron(OMC)
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.
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 13
Lindir groaned as the warmth beside him moved, and he tried to snuggle closer to it again. “It is too early for you to leave,” he said. “It is the middle of the night.”
“I must rise and go to the healing house to check on those under my care, Lindir,” a soft voice whispered in the seneschal’s ear. “I know it is early yet, but they need me. I will try and return quickly.”
Lindir nodded sleepily. “If you are delayed and I am not here, seek for me in Erestor’s new rooms. We will move the elflings and him there after breakfast.” He held his arms up, reaching for the healer for one last kiss to hold him until they met again.
Galuvaeron held the slighter elf close and kissed him softly. “I love you, Lindir. If you are free before me, come and find me in the healing house?”
The seneschal smiled. “I will,” he whispered, kissing Vaeron slowly and deeply one last time until they met again. “I love you, Vaeron.”
The healer quickly dressed, and just before he left, he lifted the two kittens from their basket and set them on the bed to curl up beside the once again sleeping Lindir. Bestowing a final soft kiss onto Lindir’s hair, he quietly left. As he hurried to the healing house, he smiled and hummed a merry little tune under his breath. He couldn’t quite remember how, but sometime after their first declaration of love, the two had ended up in Lindir’s bed, where the seneschal at one point had even begged for Vaeron to bond with him. Using every ounce of control he possessed, Galuvaeron had gently refused, finally able to convince Lindir that as much as they loved each other and were sure of their decision, he did not want their binding to come on the tail of such an emotional night. //No, my beautiful Lindir, I want all the emotions you experience on the day of our bonding to be from me alone. And I promise, I will not make you wait long.// He couldn’t help adding a little skip to his step. Their not-so-chaste lovemaking, while short of completing their love, had been stunning.
~ ~ ~ ~ * ~ ~ ~ ~
Although he had slept much later than normal, Glorfindel was the only one awake and dressed when servants arrived with breakfast, followed by Lindir carrying the kittens in their basket. Hating to wake Erestor and the elflings, the warrior did so nonetheless. It was time to get Erestor out of these rooms and into his new warm ones. The cold which continued to seep into the rooms and the frigid bathroom posed too great a risk to the weakened councilor. Erestor might have recovered from his near-death and be feeling better, but his strength was dangerously depleted and he was far from well. Only if he was kept warm, continued to eat well, and got plenty of rest, would he fully regain his health. Melveldir was recovering more quickly than Erestor, but he too required care until he was fully healed of his wounds.
Trays of food were carried into the bedroom, where Erestor and the elflings were treated to breakfast in bed, while a gaggle of softly chattering servants began the task of moving the contents of the councilor’s sitting room – desk, books, papers, and personal belongings – into the new rooms.
Erestor heard the sounds coming from his sitting room and look inquisitively at Lindir. “What is happening, Lindir?” he asked.
“The servants are moving your desk and your belongings into your new rooms, Erestor. I have asked them to move your chaise longue as well, although there is already one there. With both you and Melveldir still healing you will need both of them,” the seneschal replied. “When you have all finished your breakfast, we will go to your new chambers where you can rest comfortably in your new sitting room, and the servants will move everything except the furniture from your bedroom and bathroom.”
Erestor looked confused. In the blink of an eye his life was changing, and for the better, but he would have liked to have had some say in it. He was looking forward to moving into the new rooms with Glorfindel and the elflings, wherever they were, but his furniture was comfortable – he had had it for centuries and was used to it. He knew exactly where everything was and how his clothes fit in his wardrobe. And he really loved the comfort of his bed. “No furniture? My bed….I like my bed. We are not moving my bed?”
“Elrond has ordered that you have all new furniture, my friend,” Lindir replied. “Wait until you see the new rooms and your new furniture. If you still wish for your old furnishing, I will have them moved. Will that suit?”
“Erestor,” Glorfindel said softly, “the elflings and I will be sharing the rooms with you. Do you still wish this?”
“Of course I do! I want you all with me. It is just that….oh, I am being silly, worrying about my bed.” Erestor chuckled. “I am a silly old elf sometimes,” he whispered to the elflings. He sighed and then smiled. “All that matters is that we are together.”
“You will like the rooms, Uncle Erestor,” Riniel said. “Really you will. I promise.”
“I am sure I will, little one,” Erestor said, drawing the elflings close. Gazing up at Glorfindel, he saw the golden elf watching them with a gentle smile on his face. “I am sure I will.”
~~~*~~~
Erestor was bundled in furs and being shepherded along the halls, Glorfindel’s arms wrapped securely around his waist for support. Servants carrying Erestor’s belongings scurried around them, hurrying to and from the new suite of rooms. Other residents of the Last Homely House smiled and nodded to the councilor in passing, some calling out cheerful greetings. Several scribes and advisors even stopped and congratulated Erestor on his new rooms. “Glorfindel, what is going on?” he whispered. “No one ever smiles at me except for the servants and the healers. They never even notice me outside of my office.”
Glorfindel shook his head. “I have no idea. Lindir, do you?” he asked, turning to the seneschal, who carried little Riniel in his arms while Melveldir walked along side.
Lindir nodded. “I believe I do. I think you will find everyone’s attitude toward you charged, Erestor – and for the better. You see, word spread about everything that happened – you know what a hub of gossip we have here, especially since nearly everyone is confined inside with the cold. I think the servants started it, and then the healers started talking about just how special you are, and then there were the stories about all of the refugees you arranged housing for, and all the children you found homes for, and...”
“Enough!” whispered Erestor sharply, his pale cheeks turning a bright rose color. “So now I am fodder for the gossips?”
“Erestor,” Glorfindel said gently, “I think I understand now. When Elrond first told me what you have been doing all these years, wearing yourself down in the service of others, I was ashamed and felt very guilty.”
Erestor looked up at the Glorfindel, not understanding what the captain was trying to say. “Why ever would you feel ashamed? Guilty of what?”
“Because I had misjudged you. I thought, like many of these others, that you simply spent all of your time working because you didn’t want to socialize with any of us. All that time, I could have been helping you. I could have offered you my companionship, my friendship – and instead, I did not even bother to find out what you were doing. I left you to wear yourself out alone - we all did. I think everyone wants to make it up to you now that they know.”
Erestor stopped walking and looked up at Glorfindel with a panicked look on his face. “It is not guilt that makes you want to stay with me, is it?” His heart clenched at the possibility that the warrior did not truly love him, and he closed his eyes to suppress the tears he felt welling.
The warrior pulled the slight elf closer and whispered fervently, “Open your eyes. Look at me and see the truth of my words, Erestor.” Glorfindel waited until two tear-drenches orbs looked into his own. “I love you, Erestor. Yes, I still feel guilty, but it is not guilt that draws me to you. You are all that is good and bright in this cold and frozen world, and you fill my heart with warmth. You are the mate my soul has been waiting for, and I bless the Valar for finding you. I love you.” Bending down, he placed a soft but fervent kiss upon Erestor’s lips.
The giggles of the elflings behind them drew them apart; the thought of others seeing them kiss in the hallway caused a blush to rise to Erestor’s ear tips. “I love you, Glorfindel,” he whispered as they resumed walking, and he leaned his head against the warrior’s shoulder. “I do not want to lose you now that I have found you.”
“You will never lose me, Erestor,” Glorfindel said quietly. “Never.” Tightening his arm around the councilor, he added, “You’re even more beautiful when you blush. I must make you do it more often.” Spying another group of elves approaching, he leaned down and kissed Erestor again, this time more passionately, and when the kiss ended, he whispered into a cherry-red, delicate ear, “I am yours.”
*****
Tbc, much quicker than before, since it's finally completely written!