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Chapter 17
Title: Hidden Love (17/19)
Author: Janalynn27
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel, Elrond/Haldir
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Slash
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine. They belong to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. No disrespect is intended and no profit is being made.
Beta: Patricia Pleasant aka slayer9649, Thanks a bunch! Any other mistakes are of my making.
Summary: Erestor and Glorfindel love each other but are afraid to let the other know, for fear of rejection.
Timeline: 2610 TA, a hundred years after Celebrían passes into the west. The rest is AU.
Feedback: It is greatly appreciated, this being my first story in Tolkien’s wonderful world of Middle-Earth.
Author's note: When Erestor and Glorfindel are mindspeaking it is accentuated by 'dialogue'.
Chapter 17
It was early evening and Erestor was in his chambers preparing for the feast. As he climbed out of the bath he winced slightly and smiled, thinking about last night. Glorfindel had taken him in every way he had said he was going to. He had pleasured him so well that Erestor actually had lost consciousness. Walking out of the bathing chamber, he hummed to himself as he walked to the bed and looked down at the robe he was going to wear this evening, as he brushed his hair. A few years past, when he had some new robes made, Erestor had seen this beautiful indigo fabric in the seamstress’ cottage. On a whim, Erestor had decided to order a special robe made. The fabric felt like velvet but draped over the body like silk. He had flowers, celandine, embroidered along the neckline, down the seams in front, and on the cuffs. The robe is so unlike the ones he usually wore, somber blacks and dark blues, plain and simple. This robe shouted *possession* to Erestor’s mind, Glorfindel’s possession, for he was Glorfindel’s. Erestor wondered what Glorfindel’s reaction would be when he walked into the banquet hall wearing it.
He smiled as he thought of seeing Arwen and the twins. How he loved them and was anxious to see them. He thought of Lostariel and how it would be wonderful to have his own Elfling, a sweet elleth with raven locks and beautiful crystal blue eyes, just like his hervenn. Suddenly, Erestor got a strange feeling and shivered. “Oh Valar, I take that back, I am quite content with just Glorfindel,” he whispered out loud. Erestor knew how the Valar could be when granting one’s wishes and how sometimes what you received was not exactly what you had in mind. He shuddered as he thought back to that time he had visited Mirkwood and the very pregnant ellon (m. elf) he had met. Out of necessity Erestor had to help with the birthing of a few Elflings during times of need and he shuddered at how messy and painful it was for an elleth. Erestor could not fathom how an ellon could survive birthing an Elfling. ’No, Elflings were not for him nor Glorfindel’ he thought as he started to dress.
After putting on his leggings and under shirt he put on the robe. Fastening the clasps he then put a gold circlet on his head and otherwise left his hair unbraided. Walking over to his wardrobe, he pulled a small wooden box off the shelf and opened it. Inside, lying on a blanket of blue velvet was a gold celandine brooch with leaves made out of emeralds. He smiled as he remembered that he had purchased this many years past. He had, many times, thought of giving it to Glorfindel but the time never felt right. Now seemed the perfect time so Erestor decided that this was going to be his binding present for Glorfindel; he was going to give it to him tonight when they were alone. Closing the box and putting it on the bedside table, he looked once more in the mirror before leaving his chambers.
As he walked to the banquet hall, the one used for large gathering when the weather outside was bad, he thought about what the next couple of days were going to be like. He had talked to Elrond, after finishing his work this afternoon, about requesting leave for Glorfindel and himself for a couple of days. After getting permission, he then asked Mel to take care of his duties and was happy that he did not try to pry on the why of his request. Lastly, he had talked to Lostariel for a favor. After they announced their binding tonight, Erestor wanted a couple of days alone with Glorfindel. He was determined to keep Glorfindel in his chambers for a couple of days. He had already fixed up his chambers but would need to have food delivered each day, and not wanting to go to Galuwen, the head cook, for Erestor knew how gossip seemed to flourish in the kitchens, had asked Lostariel for a favor. Erestor had a special place in Galuwen’s heart and he knew that he would get what he requested. He had given a list of the food he wanted sent to his chambers those two days and a present for Galuwen. Galuwen and Erestor had spent many hours in a quiet corner of the kitchen writing and reading poetry. She loved to write poetry and often asked Erestor to read it for his opinion. Erestor had kept every piece of parchment and had been secretly scribing it into a beautiful leather bound book. Erestor thought that this would be the best time to present Galuwen with the book, though he wished he could give it to her in person. Smiling, Erestor would tell Glorfindel that he should thank him for that present would keep his belly full of yummy food, for he was sure that Galuwen was going to spoil him for quite some time. Erestor slowed as he reached the banquet hall, composing himself before he entered.
“So Glorfindel, where is Imladris’ mighty Chief Advisor. I thought he would be here by now,” asked Legolas.
Glorfindel had his back to the door and was talking with Elladan, Elrohir and Legolas. Glorfindel looked at Legolas, trying to ascertain if he had any feeling for his hervenn. “He had to work late this afternoon. I suppose he will appear soon. Why are you so anxious to see him?” he asked, trying to keep the possessive tone out of his voice.
Legolas laughed, “Oh I want to corner him for another game of chess.”
“Ah, he said that you cheated the last time you two played.”
Legolas said with shock, “Cheated! I did not cheat. He just does not know how to lose graciously. It was not my fault that he was easily distracted. Not once did I break any rule of the game.”
Chuckling Glorfindel said, “Humph, then it was just luck then.”
When Elladan and Elrohir started to laugh with Glorfindel, Legolas exclaimed, “Hey you two; you are not going to defend me.”
Elrohir was about to say that he was on his own when he stared in shock at the vision that was now standing in the doorway of the banquet hall.
Glorfindel was going to ask what was wrong with Elrohir when he noticed that the hall had become quiet, where before it was quite boisterous. Turning to look where the twins were looking, he caught his breath as his eyes lit upon Erestor. Looking him up and down, he stared at the robe he was wearing and what is signified and all he could say was, ‘Mine.’
Erestor had been nervous before he had walked in and now, more so, with all the eyes on him until he heard Glorfindel’s voice inside his head. ‘Always,’ he replied as he stared at Glorfindel.
Elrond looked from one to the other and knew that he had better announce their binding before Glorfindel carried Erestor out of the hall to his chambers. He was a couple of yards from Glorfindel, but even from that far he could feel his love for Erestor rolling off him in waves. Catching Lostariel’s attention, he nodded and watched as she made her way to his side.
Erestor took a deep breath, then walked down the few steps into the hall and walked to Glorfindel’s side. As he stopped in front of his meleth (love), they stared into one another’s eyes, forgetting everyone around them until they heard Elrond’s voice filling the silence.
“My friends, we are gathered here this evening to celebrate the safe return of my children and also, in celebration of a binding,” Elrond said and watched as those present looked around wondering who the mated couple was. He noticed that many looked upon Erestor and Glorfindel with speculation.
Before Elrond could announce who the couple was, Glorfindel lifted Erestor up into his arms and captured his lips in a wildly passionate kiss. First there were gasps of shock heard around the hall, then suddenly it was filled with the sound of cheers and clapping as Glorfindel twirled around and said loudly, “I want everyone to meet hervenn nín (my husband), Erestor, Chief Advisor of Imladris.”
Not comfortable with being the center of attention outside of the council chambers, Erestor buried his face in Glorfindel’s neck, ‘Meleth.’
Feeling his discomfort, he lowered Erestor to his feet and held him close as he accepted congratulations for both of them, ‘Melui (Sweet), it is alright.’
Feeling the comfort and love pouring from Glorfindel into him from their bond, Erestor gathered his courage and turned in Glorfindel’s arms so they were wrapped around his shoulders and his back was up against Glorfindel’s chest. Normally Erestor would not have been so daunted with all the attention, it was just that he had guarded his feelings for so long that he felt a little vulnerable with them out in the open.
When Elrond saw the look in Glorfindel’s eyes as he looked his way, he knew that he wanted to get on with the feast so Erestor would be more comfortable. Motioning Glorfindel for them to approach him, he waited until they stood in front of him. “I am so happy that my dear friends have finally found such happiness and stopped being so stubborn,” he smiled down at them when he saw Erestor give him a scowl. Taking a small wooden box out of the pocket of his robes, he said, “I know that your binding was sudden and you have not had the chance to have rings made so I gift you with these.”
Both Glorfindel and Erestor gasped as Elrond opened the small wooden box to reveal two matching gold rings. Looking up at Elrond with tears in their eyes, Glorfindel and Erestor each took a ring and after placing one on each other’s finger, they stared at the beautiful rings, as there was a cheer once more in the hall. The rings were made of gold with a flower, Celandine, and cradled in its petals was a very rare diamond, black.
Looking down at the ring on his finger, Glorfindel said, ‘My dark jewel.’
‘My golden flower,’ Erestor said before he launched himself into Glorfindel’s arms and kissed him soundly in front of all.
Smiling down at his friends, Elrond said, “Mellyn nín (My friends), you have one more present left.”
Erestor reluctantly released Glorfindel’s lips and then both he and Glorfindel hugged Elrond tightly and another cheer sounded out into the hall.
Laughing, Elrond extricated himself out of their arms and said, “Lostariel has a gift for you also.”
Blushing, Lostariel walked up to Erestor and Glorfindel and gave them a scroll. Looking at her, then the scroll, Erestor broke the seal and carefully unfurled it so both he and Glorfindel could read what was written. By the time they finished reading, both had tears falling down their cheeks. Carefully giving the scroll to Elrond, Erestor and Glorfindel gathered their precious elloth dithen (little flower) into their arms and all three were weeping with joy.
Announcing to everyone in the hall, Elrond said, “Let it be known that from this day forward, Lostariel o Imladris is the adopted daughter of Glorfindel, Imladris’ Captain of the Guard and Erestor, Imladris’ Chief Advisor.”
A rousing cheer once again was brought forth and tears flowed freely as everyone swarmed forth, wanting to congratulate the happy new family.
TBC
Author: Janalynn27
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel, Elrond/Haldir
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Slash
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine. They belong to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. No disrespect is intended and no profit is being made.
Beta: Patricia Pleasant aka slayer9649, Thanks a bunch! Any other mistakes are of my making.
Summary: Erestor and Glorfindel love each other but are afraid to let the other know, for fear of rejection.
Timeline: 2610 TA, a hundred years after Celebrían passes into the west. The rest is AU.
Feedback: It is greatly appreciated, this being my first story in Tolkien’s wonderful world of Middle-Earth.
Author's note: When Erestor and Glorfindel are mindspeaking it is accentuated by 'dialogue'.
Chapter 17
It was early evening and Erestor was in his chambers preparing for the feast. As he climbed out of the bath he winced slightly and smiled, thinking about last night. Glorfindel had taken him in every way he had said he was going to. He had pleasured him so well that Erestor actually had lost consciousness. Walking out of the bathing chamber, he hummed to himself as he walked to the bed and looked down at the robe he was going to wear this evening, as he brushed his hair. A few years past, when he had some new robes made, Erestor had seen this beautiful indigo fabric in the seamstress’ cottage. On a whim, Erestor had decided to order a special robe made. The fabric felt like velvet but draped over the body like silk. He had flowers, celandine, embroidered along the neckline, down the seams in front, and on the cuffs. The robe is so unlike the ones he usually wore, somber blacks and dark blues, plain and simple. This robe shouted *possession* to Erestor’s mind, Glorfindel’s possession, for he was Glorfindel’s. Erestor wondered what Glorfindel’s reaction would be when he walked into the banquet hall wearing it.
He smiled as he thought of seeing Arwen and the twins. How he loved them and was anxious to see them. He thought of Lostariel and how it would be wonderful to have his own Elfling, a sweet elleth with raven locks and beautiful crystal blue eyes, just like his hervenn. Suddenly, Erestor got a strange feeling and shivered. “Oh Valar, I take that back, I am quite content with just Glorfindel,” he whispered out loud. Erestor knew how the Valar could be when granting one’s wishes and how sometimes what you received was not exactly what you had in mind. He shuddered as he thought back to that time he had visited Mirkwood and the very pregnant ellon (m. elf) he had met. Out of necessity Erestor had to help with the birthing of a few Elflings during times of need and he shuddered at how messy and painful it was for an elleth. Erestor could not fathom how an ellon could survive birthing an Elfling. ’No, Elflings were not for him nor Glorfindel’ he thought as he started to dress.
After putting on his leggings and under shirt he put on the robe. Fastening the clasps he then put a gold circlet on his head and otherwise left his hair unbraided. Walking over to his wardrobe, he pulled a small wooden box off the shelf and opened it. Inside, lying on a blanket of blue velvet was a gold celandine brooch with leaves made out of emeralds. He smiled as he remembered that he had purchased this many years past. He had, many times, thought of giving it to Glorfindel but the time never felt right. Now seemed the perfect time so Erestor decided that this was going to be his binding present for Glorfindel; he was going to give it to him tonight when they were alone. Closing the box and putting it on the bedside table, he looked once more in the mirror before leaving his chambers.
As he walked to the banquet hall, the one used for large gathering when the weather outside was bad, he thought about what the next couple of days were going to be like. He had talked to Elrond, after finishing his work this afternoon, about requesting leave for Glorfindel and himself for a couple of days. After getting permission, he then asked Mel to take care of his duties and was happy that he did not try to pry on the why of his request. Lastly, he had talked to Lostariel for a favor. After they announced their binding tonight, Erestor wanted a couple of days alone with Glorfindel. He was determined to keep Glorfindel in his chambers for a couple of days. He had already fixed up his chambers but would need to have food delivered each day, and not wanting to go to Galuwen, the head cook, for Erestor knew how gossip seemed to flourish in the kitchens, had asked Lostariel for a favor. Erestor had a special place in Galuwen’s heart and he knew that he would get what he requested. He had given a list of the food he wanted sent to his chambers those two days and a present for Galuwen. Galuwen and Erestor had spent many hours in a quiet corner of the kitchen writing and reading poetry. She loved to write poetry and often asked Erestor to read it for his opinion. Erestor had kept every piece of parchment and had been secretly scribing it into a beautiful leather bound book. Erestor thought that this would be the best time to present Galuwen with the book, though he wished he could give it to her in person. Smiling, Erestor would tell Glorfindel that he should thank him for that present would keep his belly full of yummy food, for he was sure that Galuwen was going to spoil him for quite some time. Erestor slowed as he reached the banquet hall, composing himself before he entered.
“So Glorfindel, where is Imladris’ mighty Chief Advisor. I thought he would be here by now,” asked Legolas.
Glorfindel had his back to the door and was talking with Elladan, Elrohir and Legolas. Glorfindel looked at Legolas, trying to ascertain if he had any feeling for his hervenn. “He had to work late this afternoon. I suppose he will appear soon. Why are you so anxious to see him?” he asked, trying to keep the possessive tone out of his voice.
Legolas laughed, “Oh I want to corner him for another game of chess.”
“Ah, he said that you cheated the last time you two played.”
Legolas said with shock, “Cheated! I did not cheat. He just does not know how to lose graciously. It was not my fault that he was easily distracted. Not once did I break any rule of the game.”
Chuckling Glorfindel said, “Humph, then it was just luck then.”
When Elladan and Elrohir started to laugh with Glorfindel, Legolas exclaimed, “Hey you two; you are not going to defend me.”
Elrohir was about to say that he was on his own when he stared in shock at the vision that was now standing in the doorway of the banquet hall.
Glorfindel was going to ask what was wrong with Elrohir when he noticed that the hall had become quiet, where before it was quite boisterous. Turning to look where the twins were looking, he caught his breath as his eyes lit upon Erestor. Looking him up and down, he stared at the robe he was wearing and what is signified and all he could say was, ‘Mine.’
Erestor had been nervous before he had walked in and now, more so, with all the eyes on him until he heard Glorfindel’s voice inside his head. ‘Always,’ he replied as he stared at Glorfindel.
Elrond looked from one to the other and knew that he had better announce their binding before Glorfindel carried Erestor out of the hall to his chambers. He was a couple of yards from Glorfindel, but even from that far he could feel his love for Erestor rolling off him in waves. Catching Lostariel’s attention, he nodded and watched as she made her way to his side.
Erestor took a deep breath, then walked down the few steps into the hall and walked to Glorfindel’s side. As he stopped in front of his meleth (love), they stared into one another’s eyes, forgetting everyone around them until they heard Elrond’s voice filling the silence.
“My friends, we are gathered here this evening to celebrate the safe return of my children and also, in celebration of a binding,” Elrond said and watched as those present looked around wondering who the mated couple was. He noticed that many looked upon Erestor and Glorfindel with speculation.
Before Elrond could announce who the couple was, Glorfindel lifted Erestor up into his arms and captured his lips in a wildly passionate kiss. First there were gasps of shock heard around the hall, then suddenly it was filled with the sound of cheers and clapping as Glorfindel twirled around and said loudly, “I want everyone to meet hervenn nín (my husband), Erestor, Chief Advisor of Imladris.”
Not comfortable with being the center of attention outside of the council chambers, Erestor buried his face in Glorfindel’s neck, ‘Meleth.’
Feeling his discomfort, he lowered Erestor to his feet and held him close as he accepted congratulations for both of them, ‘Melui (Sweet), it is alright.’
Feeling the comfort and love pouring from Glorfindel into him from their bond, Erestor gathered his courage and turned in Glorfindel’s arms so they were wrapped around his shoulders and his back was up against Glorfindel’s chest. Normally Erestor would not have been so daunted with all the attention, it was just that he had guarded his feelings for so long that he felt a little vulnerable with them out in the open.
When Elrond saw the look in Glorfindel’s eyes as he looked his way, he knew that he wanted to get on with the feast so Erestor would be more comfortable. Motioning Glorfindel for them to approach him, he waited until they stood in front of him. “I am so happy that my dear friends have finally found such happiness and stopped being so stubborn,” he smiled down at them when he saw Erestor give him a scowl. Taking a small wooden box out of the pocket of his robes, he said, “I know that your binding was sudden and you have not had the chance to have rings made so I gift you with these.”
Both Glorfindel and Erestor gasped as Elrond opened the small wooden box to reveal two matching gold rings. Looking up at Elrond with tears in their eyes, Glorfindel and Erestor each took a ring and after placing one on each other’s finger, they stared at the beautiful rings, as there was a cheer once more in the hall. The rings were made of gold with a flower, Celandine, and cradled in its petals was a very rare diamond, black.
Looking down at the ring on his finger, Glorfindel said, ‘My dark jewel.’
‘My golden flower,’ Erestor said before he launched himself into Glorfindel’s arms and kissed him soundly in front of all.
Smiling down at his friends, Elrond said, “Mellyn nín (My friends), you have one more present left.”
Erestor reluctantly released Glorfindel’s lips and then both he and Glorfindel hugged Elrond tightly and another cheer sounded out into the hall.
Laughing, Elrond extricated himself out of their arms and said, “Lostariel has a gift for you also.”
Blushing, Lostariel walked up to Erestor and Glorfindel and gave them a scroll. Looking at her, then the scroll, Erestor broke the seal and carefully unfurled it so both he and Glorfindel could read what was written. By the time they finished reading, both had tears falling down their cheeks. Carefully giving the scroll to Elrond, Erestor and Glorfindel gathered their precious elloth dithen (little flower) into their arms and all three were weeping with joy.
Announcing to everyone in the hall, Elrond said, “Let it be known that from this day forward, Lostariel o Imladris is the adopted daughter of Glorfindel, Imladris’ Captain of the Guard and Erestor, Imladris’ Chief Advisor.”
A rousing cheer once again was brought forth and tears flowed freely as everyone swarmed forth, wanting to congratulate the happy new family.
TBC