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Chapter 14
Title: The Fell Winter (14/15)
Author: Aglarien
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel, Lindir/Galuvaeron(OMC)
Rating: NC-17 eventually.
Beta: Minuial_Nuwing
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
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 14
Erestor kept his eyes on the floor as the group of chuckling elves passed them. When they had done so, he looked up shyly to see Glorfindel smirking. “What?” he whispered.
“They are happy for us – and I have just made it known that…well, we are both off of the “market”.
Erestor snorted. “I do not believe I was ever on the “market”, Glorfindel. No one was interested in me. You, however…” He left the statement unfinished. Glorfindel was a glorious elf, and Erestor knew he had been much sought after. He still could not believe that the powerful warrior wanted *him*.
“Erestor, my love, there are many here who longed to know you better. Do you not know how truly beautiful you are?” Glorfindel responded.
The councilor shook his head. “I am not beautiful, Glorfindel. I am too thin, too pale, and too…ornery.”
Glorfindel drew Erestor’s pale hand to his lips and kissed it softly. “You are beautiful. Yes, you are too thin and pale, but you are ethereally lovely, and your delicate body belies the strength within. And you are not ornery – you are sweet.”
Erestor shook his head again and was about to retort when they arrived at his new rooms, which were located in the new family wing. With their lord’s marriage, the need for better rooms arose, rooms not only for Elrond and Celebrían, but for visits from her parents and other dignitaries. The rooms in the wing that had housed Erestor, and formerly Elrond, were of the original construction of the Last Homely House, and badly in need of refurbishing, not to mention some repair. Although asked about moving at the time the new wing was constructed, Erestor had declined, being more than settled in the rooms that he had occupied for centuries.
Finally seeing where they were, Erestor turned around and looked at Lindir. “Oh, no,” he told the seneschal. “No, I refuse to take these rooms, Lindir! How could you imagine that I would occupy….”
Any further words were stilled as Celebrían left her task of directing the servants to walk over to Erestor. She leaned over to kiss his cheek, and then took his hand. “Please, Erestor,” she said softly, “let us do this for you.”
The elflings become uncomfortable when Erestor said he would not take the rooms, but when Celebrían approached and spoke, they relaxed against Lindir. She would make it all right. Erestor just *had* to take these rooms – after all, they had chosen the rooms themselves!
“My lady,” Erestor said, “this is the suite of rooms that is meant for your parents! How could I possibly…I do not deserve rooms like these.”
“Erestor,” Celebrían said, “there is no one more worthy of these rooms, and there is a great deal of self-reproach involved in our offering them to you, not least on the part of our lord. Do not take away the chance for him to make amends and lessen the guilt he feels. Please accept them, my friend. There is more than enough time to add more rooms for my parents. Please do this for me? For him?”
Erestor looked at Celebrían for a long moment, and then raised her hand to his lips and kissed it. “You know I can refuse neither him nor you anything. If it is truly what you wish, I will take the rooms, but I do not deserve such opulence.”
“And what of Glorfindel and the elflings?” Celebrían asked quietly. “Do they not deserve these rooms?”
Erestor nodded. “You are right,” he answered. “They deserve them, and more.”
Melveldir and Erestor were bundled in furs and settled on the chaises in the sitting room to watch as Celebrían, Lindir, and a myriad of servants scurried around arranging furniture, putting clothing away, and placing books on the bookshelves that had been brought into the room for the councilor’s collection. Glorfindel finally stopped “supervising” and settled on the chaise with Vel while Riniel curled up with Erestor. The golden lord would have much rather been curled up with Erestor, but both of the elder elves knew how important it was for the elflings to feel secure and loved in their new surroundings.
Erestor was anxious to see all of his new rooms and furnishings now that he had accepted them, but knowing he would only be in the way, he patiently waited for everyone to finish. He liked what he saw already; the heavy , deep green curtains draping the windows would help hold the warmth inside of the room, and the green and gold furnishings in the sitting room were lovely. A large table surrounded by chairs sat to one side, and could be used for meals or working. His desk sat in a corner and bookcases stood near along the wall. In addition to the two chaises, a grouping of chairs and side tables sat before the hearth. The floor was covered with richly woven rugs that would be perfect for small elflings to play upon. The mantel was richly carved of dark wood, its forest pattern echoed on the tables and chairs and even around the room on the wainscoting. The candles in the two chandeliers and in holders dotted around the room cast a gentle glow. It was a warm and beautiful room that emitted a sense of coziness and security.
The servants finally finished and were sent on their way by Celebrían, who placed a few finishing touches before she , too , departed. A kettle of water was left to heat inside the hearth, hanging from a metal hook. A tray with all the makings for tea was left on the table, along with a basket of sweet rolls and a bowl of dried autumn fruits from the valley’s storage cellars.
Lindir opened the kittens’ basket and placed it before the fire, allowing the two curious animals to finally escape and explore their new surroundings. “Will you inspect the remainder of your new rooms now, Erestor, and see if you approve of the furnishings?” the seneschal asked.
“I am most anxious to do so,” Erestor said. “If they are as lovely as this room, I am sure I will love them.” Rising slowly from the chaise to avoid feeling lightheaded, he stood and smiled at Lindir. “I do not know how to thank you, my dear friend. The words seem so inadequate.”
Lindir bowed his head in acknowledgement and returned Erestor’s smile. “Knowing you are happy and cared for is enough, my friend, and all the thanks I need.”
“I, for one, would like to see my new home,” Glorfindel said with a grin. He rose, picked up Melveldir, and motioned with his head to Riniel. “Let us go and see what wonderful magic has been done to your bedroom!”
Riniel fairly bounced as she led the way into the room that Lindir had said would be hers and Vel’s. Stopping at the doorway, her mouth formed into an “O”, and then she ran into the room and crawled up onto her bed to try and hold all the dolls and stuffed animals there in her little arms. The burgundy bed coverings were nearly obscured by the amount of toys. “Are these all for me?” she whispered in amazement, finally settling on hugging one large stuffed rabbit and a beautifully dressed doll together.
Lindir stood in the doorway as the others filed into the room. “All for you, little one.”
As Glorfindel set Melveldir down on his bed amidst more stuffed animals, Lindir walked to a bookshelf and said, “Your flute and music are here, Vel, as well as books for both of you. The chests at the foot of your beds are for storing your toys. Inside the wardrobes are clothing and shoes for each of you.” Word of who the children were had spread like wildfire, and the outpouring of generosity from the elves of the hidden valley was unstoppable – not that anyone had tried to put a halt to it.
Erestor walked around the room shaking his head. He opened the wardrobes and inspected the clothing. Walking into the bathroom, he examined the towels, bathing oils, and soaps. Still shaking his head, he exclaimed, “Lindir, you are a wonder! However did you do all of this?” Glorfindel smiled, having been earlier told secretly about the rooms and what had been happening out of their sight.
Lindir simply smiled and whispered, “Later.”
Riniel bounded off of the bed, still hugging her doll and rabbit, and said excitedly, “Come and see your room now, Uncle Erestor!” Taking Erestor’s hand in one of her small ones, she pulled him out into the sitting room and into the bedroom her two uncles would share.
Erestor stood inside the doorway to his new bedroom and breathed, “Oh, my.” Candles flickered in a chandelier, on the mantle and on the bedside tables, and the gold threads shot through the dark counterpane, canopy, and bed curtains sparkled in their light. A large vase of hothouse flowers stood on a tabletop, infusing the room with their sweet fragrance. Erestor’s brushes and combs lay beside Glorfindel’s on the large dressing table. The massive wardrobe doors stood open, revealing the clothing of warrior and councilor, neatly stored, side by side. On the floor of the wardrobe, toes of boots peeked out, half of the pairs larger than the other. A fire burned in the hearth, its flames reflected in the rich polished wood of the tables and chairs arranged around it. A deep fur rug lay in front of the hearth, along with large pillows.
But the bed…the bed was beautiful beyond anything Erestor had ever seen. The dark wooden headboard, full of sweeping curls, broad leaves and blooming flowers carved at the peak of their fullness, swirled up to the ceiling and then down, spreading its canopy to hold the drape of rich cloth on its branches. These were no mere bedposts; these were woodland trees in whose limbs nestled the sparkling curtains that would hide lovers within its sheltered bower.
Erestor blushed at the thought and whispered, “Oh, my,” once again.
“Does it please you, dear one?” Glorfindel asked softly, pulling Erestor close with an arm about the councilor’s waist.
“Oh, yes,” Erestor said quietly, his eyes never leaving the beautiful bed. “Oh, yes.”
Elrond’s voice from the sitting room broke the spell that seemed to surround the councilor. “If we bring lunch, may we come in and join you?” he called out.
Erestor turned to see Elrond, Celebrían and Galuvaeron carrying in trays with their noon meal and placing them on the table in the sitting room. “Elrond, my dear friend,” Erestor said, “I do not know what to say to thank you for all…..this.” His arms spread out to encompass his new rooms. “I have never seen anything so lovely.” As Elrond joined them in the bedroom, Erestor clasped his lord in a tight hug and whispered, “Thank you. Thank you for…everything.”
Elrond’s smile was brilliant as he returned his friend’s hug. “Your happiness gives me great joy, Erestor,” he said quietly. “Come to the sitting room. Let us have a meal together with our friends to initiate these new rooms of yours and celebrate your new family.”
Erestor was too overcome for words, and with Elrond and Glorfindel on either side and Lindir and the elflings following, they returned to the sitting room. If Erestor was shocked to see Lindir fly into the arms of Galuvaeron to receive a lingering kiss, it was clear that Elrond and Celebrían were not. “Did I miss something?” Erestor asked with a grin.
“I think I did too,” Glorfindel said, winking at Erestor. “Why are we always the last to know things, Erestor?”
“I have finally found my soulmate, Erestor,” Lindir said softly. Looking to Elrond, he said, “Forgive me for not telling you, my lord. May I hope I have your blessing?”
Elrond grinned. “In the absence of your family, Galuvaeron has already asked for my consent to marry you. I have given it wholeheartedly, conditional on your acceptance. I take it that your answer is yes?”
“With all my heart it is,” Lindir said. “With all my heart. Thank you, Elrond.” He beamed up at the tall healer. “I love you, Vaeron.”
“And I love you, Lindir,” Galuvaeron replied softly.
Riniel grinned at her brother and whispered, “Do you think it is always like this here? Everyone all kissing and everything?”
Melveldir groaned. “I hope not,” he said.
Glorfindel chuckled at his nephew. “Just wait until you are older, Vel. You will not think it so disgusting then.”
Melveldir grimaced.
~~~*~~~
After their shared meal, Celebrían took Riniel off to the kitchens to help the elfling make her mother’s cakes, and a tired Melveldir napped in his new bed. The remainder of the elves lounged in the sitting room, talking quietly, as the door to the elflings’ room had been left ajar so Vel would not feel alone when he woke. Vaeron and Lindir were sprawled on the floor in front of the fire, Erestor rested on the chaise in Glorfindel’s arms, and Elrond was draped over one of the large upholstered chairs.
“I suspect you are not the only ones who have found mates over this long winter. I have noticed several other new couples since we have been forced together inside for so long. It will be another two months before this winter weather breaks. I have been thinking….perhaps we should start a new tradition. What do you think about a “Wedding Day”? The first fine day of spring, we can have one big wedding celebration in the gardens for everyone…invite the whole valley.”
“I think that is a fine idea,” Lindir said. “What a beautiful way to end the cold winter – celebrating the joy of starting a new life together with one’s new mate.”
Galuvaeron smiled at Lindir and leaned over to kiss his cheek. “Marry me in the garden in spring?” When Lindir nodded, Vaeron wrapped his arms around the smaller elf. He could wait to marry his precious Lindir for two more months. After all, there was nothing that said they could not be bonded before the actual ceremony.
“A new life together. Yes. I like that idea,” Erestor said softly. “How very perfect to celebrate the beginning of spring with the joy of weddings.” He leaned his head back and looked up at his golden warrior. “Will you marry me in the spring…in the garden…and begin our new life with me, Glorfindel?”
“That I will, my dear Erestor,” Glorfindel whispered. “That I will. And spring can not come soon enough for me.”
Tbc...
Author: Aglarien
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel, Lindir/Galuvaeron(OMC)
Rating: NC-17 eventually.
Beta: Minuial_Nuwing
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
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 14
Erestor kept his eyes on the floor as the group of chuckling elves passed them. When they had done so, he looked up shyly to see Glorfindel smirking. “What?” he whispered.
“They are happy for us – and I have just made it known that…well, we are both off of the “market”.
Erestor snorted. “I do not believe I was ever on the “market”, Glorfindel. No one was interested in me. You, however…” He left the statement unfinished. Glorfindel was a glorious elf, and Erestor knew he had been much sought after. He still could not believe that the powerful warrior wanted *him*.
“Erestor, my love, there are many here who longed to know you better. Do you not know how truly beautiful you are?” Glorfindel responded.
The councilor shook his head. “I am not beautiful, Glorfindel. I am too thin, too pale, and too…ornery.”
Glorfindel drew Erestor’s pale hand to his lips and kissed it softly. “You are beautiful. Yes, you are too thin and pale, but you are ethereally lovely, and your delicate body belies the strength within. And you are not ornery – you are sweet.”
Erestor shook his head again and was about to retort when they arrived at his new rooms, which were located in the new family wing. With their lord’s marriage, the need for better rooms arose, rooms not only for Elrond and Celebrían, but for visits from her parents and other dignitaries. The rooms in the wing that had housed Erestor, and formerly Elrond, were of the original construction of the Last Homely House, and badly in need of refurbishing, not to mention some repair. Although asked about moving at the time the new wing was constructed, Erestor had declined, being more than settled in the rooms that he had occupied for centuries.
Finally seeing where they were, Erestor turned around and looked at Lindir. “Oh, no,” he told the seneschal. “No, I refuse to take these rooms, Lindir! How could you imagine that I would occupy….”
Any further words were stilled as Celebrían left her task of directing the servants to walk over to Erestor. She leaned over to kiss his cheek, and then took his hand. “Please, Erestor,” she said softly, “let us do this for you.”
The elflings become uncomfortable when Erestor said he would not take the rooms, but when Celebrían approached and spoke, they relaxed against Lindir. She would make it all right. Erestor just *had* to take these rooms – after all, they had chosen the rooms themselves!
“My lady,” Erestor said, “this is the suite of rooms that is meant for your parents! How could I possibly…I do not deserve rooms like these.”
“Erestor,” Celebrían said, “there is no one more worthy of these rooms, and there is a great deal of self-reproach involved in our offering them to you, not least on the part of our lord. Do not take away the chance for him to make amends and lessen the guilt he feels. Please accept them, my friend. There is more than enough time to add more rooms for my parents. Please do this for me? For him?”
Erestor looked at Celebrían for a long moment, and then raised her hand to his lips and kissed it. “You know I can refuse neither him nor you anything. If it is truly what you wish, I will take the rooms, but I do not deserve such opulence.”
“And what of Glorfindel and the elflings?” Celebrían asked quietly. “Do they not deserve these rooms?”
Erestor nodded. “You are right,” he answered. “They deserve them, and more.”
Melveldir and Erestor were bundled in furs and settled on the chaises in the sitting room to watch as Celebrían, Lindir, and a myriad of servants scurried around arranging furniture, putting clothing away, and placing books on the bookshelves that had been brought into the room for the councilor’s collection. Glorfindel finally stopped “supervising” and settled on the chaise with Vel while Riniel curled up with Erestor. The golden lord would have much rather been curled up with Erestor, but both of the elder elves knew how important it was for the elflings to feel secure and loved in their new surroundings.
Erestor was anxious to see all of his new rooms and furnishings now that he had accepted them, but knowing he would only be in the way, he patiently waited for everyone to finish. He liked what he saw already; the heavy , deep green curtains draping the windows would help hold the warmth inside of the room, and the green and gold furnishings in the sitting room were lovely. A large table surrounded by chairs sat to one side, and could be used for meals or working. His desk sat in a corner and bookcases stood near along the wall. In addition to the two chaises, a grouping of chairs and side tables sat before the hearth. The floor was covered with richly woven rugs that would be perfect for small elflings to play upon. The mantel was richly carved of dark wood, its forest pattern echoed on the tables and chairs and even around the room on the wainscoting. The candles in the two chandeliers and in holders dotted around the room cast a gentle glow. It was a warm and beautiful room that emitted a sense of coziness and security.
The servants finally finished and were sent on their way by Celebrían, who placed a few finishing touches before she , too , departed. A kettle of water was left to heat inside the hearth, hanging from a metal hook. A tray with all the makings for tea was left on the table, along with a basket of sweet rolls and a bowl of dried autumn fruits from the valley’s storage cellars.
Lindir opened the kittens’ basket and placed it before the fire, allowing the two curious animals to finally escape and explore their new surroundings. “Will you inspect the remainder of your new rooms now, Erestor, and see if you approve of the furnishings?” the seneschal asked.
“I am most anxious to do so,” Erestor said. “If they are as lovely as this room, I am sure I will love them.” Rising slowly from the chaise to avoid feeling lightheaded, he stood and smiled at Lindir. “I do not know how to thank you, my dear friend. The words seem so inadequate.”
Lindir bowed his head in acknowledgement and returned Erestor’s smile. “Knowing you are happy and cared for is enough, my friend, and all the thanks I need.”
“I, for one, would like to see my new home,” Glorfindel said with a grin. He rose, picked up Melveldir, and motioned with his head to Riniel. “Let us go and see what wonderful magic has been done to your bedroom!”
Riniel fairly bounced as she led the way into the room that Lindir had said would be hers and Vel’s. Stopping at the doorway, her mouth formed into an “O”, and then she ran into the room and crawled up onto her bed to try and hold all the dolls and stuffed animals there in her little arms. The burgundy bed coverings were nearly obscured by the amount of toys. “Are these all for me?” she whispered in amazement, finally settling on hugging one large stuffed rabbit and a beautifully dressed doll together.
Lindir stood in the doorway as the others filed into the room. “All for you, little one.”
As Glorfindel set Melveldir down on his bed amidst more stuffed animals, Lindir walked to a bookshelf and said, “Your flute and music are here, Vel, as well as books for both of you. The chests at the foot of your beds are for storing your toys. Inside the wardrobes are clothing and shoes for each of you.” Word of who the children were had spread like wildfire, and the outpouring of generosity from the elves of the hidden valley was unstoppable – not that anyone had tried to put a halt to it.
Erestor walked around the room shaking his head. He opened the wardrobes and inspected the clothing. Walking into the bathroom, he examined the towels, bathing oils, and soaps. Still shaking his head, he exclaimed, “Lindir, you are a wonder! However did you do all of this?” Glorfindel smiled, having been earlier told secretly about the rooms and what had been happening out of their sight.
Lindir simply smiled and whispered, “Later.”
Riniel bounded off of the bed, still hugging her doll and rabbit, and said excitedly, “Come and see your room now, Uncle Erestor!” Taking Erestor’s hand in one of her small ones, she pulled him out into the sitting room and into the bedroom her two uncles would share.
Erestor stood inside the doorway to his new bedroom and breathed, “Oh, my.” Candles flickered in a chandelier, on the mantle and on the bedside tables, and the gold threads shot through the dark counterpane, canopy, and bed curtains sparkled in their light. A large vase of hothouse flowers stood on a tabletop, infusing the room with their sweet fragrance. Erestor’s brushes and combs lay beside Glorfindel’s on the large dressing table. The massive wardrobe doors stood open, revealing the clothing of warrior and councilor, neatly stored, side by side. On the floor of the wardrobe, toes of boots peeked out, half of the pairs larger than the other. A fire burned in the hearth, its flames reflected in the rich polished wood of the tables and chairs arranged around it. A deep fur rug lay in front of the hearth, along with large pillows.
But the bed…the bed was beautiful beyond anything Erestor had ever seen. The dark wooden headboard, full of sweeping curls, broad leaves and blooming flowers carved at the peak of their fullness, swirled up to the ceiling and then down, spreading its canopy to hold the drape of rich cloth on its branches. These were no mere bedposts; these were woodland trees in whose limbs nestled the sparkling curtains that would hide lovers within its sheltered bower.
Erestor blushed at the thought and whispered, “Oh, my,” once again.
“Does it please you, dear one?” Glorfindel asked softly, pulling Erestor close with an arm about the councilor’s waist.
“Oh, yes,” Erestor said quietly, his eyes never leaving the beautiful bed. “Oh, yes.”
Elrond’s voice from the sitting room broke the spell that seemed to surround the councilor. “If we bring lunch, may we come in and join you?” he called out.
Erestor turned to see Elrond, Celebrían and Galuvaeron carrying in trays with their noon meal and placing them on the table in the sitting room. “Elrond, my dear friend,” Erestor said, “I do not know what to say to thank you for all…..this.” His arms spread out to encompass his new rooms. “I have never seen anything so lovely.” As Elrond joined them in the bedroom, Erestor clasped his lord in a tight hug and whispered, “Thank you. Thank you for…everything.”
Elrond’s smile was brilliant as he returned his friend’s hug. “Your happiness gives me great joy, Erestor,” he said quietly. “Come to the sitting room. Let us have a meal together with our friends to initiate these new rooms of yours and celebrate your new family.”
Erestor was too overcome for words, and with Elrond and Glorfindel on either side and Lindir and the elflings following, they returned to the sitting room. If Erestor was shocked to see Lindir fly into the arms of Galuvaeron to receive a lingering kiss, it was clear that Elrond and Celebrían were not. “Did I miss something?” Erestor asked with a grin.
“I think I did too,” Glorfindel said, winking at Erestor. “Why are we always the last to know things, Erestor?”
“I have finally found my soulmate, Erestor,” Lindir said softly. Looking to Elrond, he said, “Forgive me for not telling you, my lord. May I hope I have your blessing?”
Elrond grinned. “In the absence of your family, Galuvaeron has already asked for my consent to marry you. I have given it wholeheartedly, conditional on your acceptance. I take it that your answer is yes?”
“With all my heart it is,” Lindir said. “With all my heart. Thank you, Elrond.” He beamed up at the tall healer. “I love you, Vaeron.”
“And I love you, Lindir,” Galuvaeron replied softly.
Riniel grinned at her brother and whispered, “Do you think it is always like this here? Everyone all kissing and everything?”
Melveldir groaned. “I hope not,” he said.
Glorfindel chuckled at his nephew. “Just wait until you are older, Vel. You will not think it so disgusting then.”
Melveldir grimaced.
~~~*~~~
After their shared meal, Celebrían took Riniel off to the kitchens to help the elfling make her mother’s cakes, and a tired Melveldir napped in his new bed. The remainder of the elves lounged in the sitting room, talking quietly, as the door to the elflings’ room had been left ajar so Vel would not feel alone when he woke. Vaeron and Lindir were sprawled on the floor in front of the fire, Erestor rested on the chaise in Glorfindel’s arms, and Elrond was draped over one of the large upholstered chairs.
“I suspect you are not the only ones who have found mates over this long winter. I have noticed several other new couples since we have been forced together inside for so long. It will be another two months before this winter weather breaks. I have been thinking….perhaps we should start a new tradition. What do you think about a “Wedding Day”? The first fine day of spring, we can have one big wedding celebration in the gardens for everyone…invite the whole valley.”
“I think that is a fine idea,” Lindir said. “What a beautiful way to end the cold winter – celebrating the joy of starting a new life together with one’s new mate.”
Galuvaeron smiled at Lindir and leaned over to kiss his cheek. “Marry me in the garden in spring?” When Lindir nodded, Vaeron wrapped his arms around the smaller elf. He could wait to marry his precious Lindir for two more months. After all, there was nothing that said they could not be bonded before the actual ceremony.
“A new life together. Yes. I like that idea,” Erestor said softly. “How very perfect to celebrate the beginning of spring with the joy of weddings.” He leaned his head back and looked up at his golden warrior. “Will you marry me in the spring…in the garden…and begin our new life with me, Glorfindel?”
“That I will, my dear Erestor,” Glorfindel whispered. “That I will. And spring can not come soon enough for me.”
Tbc...