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Chapter 18
Title: Many Blessings (18/?)
Author: Janalynn27
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel, Elrond/Haldir, Calanon/Lostariel, Elladan/Elrohir, Melpomaen/Sídhon, Lindir/Rúmil
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Slash, Mpreg, Twincest, AU
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: Blessings and love abound in Imladris. Sequel to Hidden Love.
Timeline: 2620 TA
Feedback: It is greatly appreciated
Author's note: When Erestor and Glorfindel are mindspeaking it is accentuated by 'dialogue'.
Chapter 18
Glorfindel was walking down the hallway of the Last Homely House when he heard his name called out. Slowing to a stop, he turned and spied his Lord coming towards him. “Elrond?”
“How is my Advisor doing today? I did not see him at morning meal,” Elrond stated.
“Ai, well, he was feeling a bit tired so I made him rest. In fact, I was just going to meet him now for a picnic out in the garden. He is doing well, just…” Glorfindel started to say, but grew silent, a frown making its way across his brow.
Elrond frowned, also, as he saw Glorfindel’s eyes fill with worry and he placed his hand upon the Slayer’s arm, “Glorfindel, what is it?”
“Erestor…he is upset and…he is frightened!” Glorfindel said then turned to hurry down the hall and out the double doors that led to the garden. He ran down the path, hearing Elrond following him, and when he turned the corner, he came to an abrupt halt, causing Elrond to collide into him. Glorfindel blinked in surprise at the sight that was before him. There sat Erestor with well over a dozen birds perched upon his person and he looked completely terrified. When he looked up at Glorfindel with tears in his eyes and gasped his hervenn’s (husband’s) name, Glorfindel quickly made his way to Erestor’s side, causing the birds to scatter, all but one.
Erestor was desperately trying not to hyperventilate. He did not know why he got so scared, but he supposed being swarmed by dozens of birds caused him to get a feeling of claustrophobia. When Glorfindel knelt next to him, he was just about to launch himself into his mate’s arms, when Elrond told him to wait, that a little bird was caught in his hair. This made Erestor still, as much as he had gotten scared from the birds, he did not want any of them injured. He could not stand the thought of him being the reason for it to get hurt.
As Elrond knelt on the other side of Erestor and proceeded to disentangle the bird, Glorfindel took Erestor’s hands in his, holding them tightly. “It is all right, melui (sweet), Elrond will get him out of your hair and all will be well,” Glorfindel said soothingly.
Finally Elrond was able to free the bird and he sat back, cradling the pen dithen (little one) in the cup of his hands. Elrond sighed, “It looks like his wing is hurt. Erestor, why do you not let Glorfindel take you back to your chambers and get you a bath while I take your friend here to the Healing House?”
Erestor consciously brought up his hand to his hair, stroking it, only to cringe when he felt something slimy. When he looked at his fingers, he suddenly felt tears falling as he gasped, “I must look a mess.”
If it were not for Erestor’s tears and his distraught emotions swamping him, Glorfindel would have laughed at the mess the birds left behind. Instead, Glorfindel stood and pulled Erestor to his feet and said, “Melui, come. I will give you a bath and wash your hair. You will be all clean in no time.”
Erestor only nodded, glancing at the little bird in Elrond’s hands, “Is he going to be well?”
Elrond smiled at his meldir, “Yes, Erestor, he will be fine. I do not believe it broken, but most likely strained. A couple of days with his wing wrapped up and he should be good as new. If you want, I could fix him up and put him in a cage and bring him to your chambers?”
Erestor nodded once more and said, “I would like that very much.”
Glorfindel smiled and said, “Well then, let us get you all cleaned up,” and he led his mate into the Last Homely House and to their chambers.
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Erestor sat in his study with Melpomaen, going over the storage supplies and the harvest tallies for the Valley. It was nearing the end of fall and winter was fast approaching. Erestor absently reached out and grabbed a piece of peanut butter fudge and popped it into his mouth. “I am quite pleased with this year’s harvest. We will have plenty of stores to make it through the winter.”
Melpomaen smiled as he shook his head at his meldir (m. friend) who spoke while chewing on his fudge. There was always a tin of the fudge on Erestor’s desk. When he heard chirping, the Scribe looked around the room, smiling again at the animals that lounged about. Faron, who after a couple days of sulking about not being allowed to chase Pigen, now protected the little squirrel, and in fact was, at this very moment, curled up with Pigen, both sound asleep. Other cats lounged about, thankfully not as many as there were at first, and finally there was Aewon dithen. After the small bird that had gotten caught in Erestor’s hair healed, he seemed quite content on staying with the Advisor. Now he had a perch in Erestor’s study and one in his and Glorfindel’s chambers, though he would fly off once in awhile, he always came back. It seemed strange that nature’s creatures seem to check their hostility at the door while in Erestor’s company, but as time went by, a poll was started about what kind of animal would be the next to make its home with the Advisor.
Suddenly Melpomaen heard Erestor gasp and he looked up in time to see the quill slip from the Advisor’s numb fingers, clattering to the desk. Frowning, Melpomaen rushed to Erestor’s side and asked worriedly, “Erestor, what it is? What it wrong? You look pale!”
Erestor clutched his chest as fury and pain ripped along his and Glorfindel’s bond. ‘Glorfindel?’
Glorfindel took a deep breath, trying to will aside his anger, knowing that it would not do Erestor nor the situation any good. ‘Melui, you need to bring Elrond to the barracks. One of the outlying villages was attacked by Wild Men.’
Erestor immediately rose and instructed Melpomaen to go straight to the Healing House and to tell Faeron that healers would need to be prepared for travel and other preparations would need to be made for possible injured, should they arrive in Imladris. Out in the hallway, he parted ways with Mel and made his way to Elrond’s office that was located next to his.
Elrond looked up, surprised that someone would enter without so much as knocking, but quickly stood and made his way to Erestor’s side, “Meldir, what is it? Are you ill?”
Erestor shook his head quickly before saying, “No, I am well, but you are needed in the barracks. Glorfindel just told me that a border guard just arrived with news. It seems that one of the nearby villages was attacked by Wild Men. I do not know anything more.”
Elrond started to think of all the things that would needed to be done and prepared, including warriors and healers, as he and Erestor hurried down the hallway and outside to the barracks. When they rounded the corner and the barracks came into view, they entered into a well organized chaos. Captains and guards shouted out orders and replies, all preparing for the journey and rescue that was ahead of them. “Glorfindel, tell me everything.”
Glorfindel finished his counsel with Daugion before he turned and answered Elrond, “It seems that most of the women and children were taken…” he started to say but then pulled Erestor to his side and wrapped his arm around his waist. “A teenage girl and her little brother were hidden by their parents. They were instructed to make their way to our borders when it was clear enough to do so. Other than that, we do not know much, I am afraid.”
Erestor shuddered as he desperately blinked away his tears, “How frightened they must be!”
Glorfindel crushed Erestor to his chest and whispered, “Yes, but at least they are safe. Now we need to find the others and assess the damage to the village and all its inhabitants.”
Elrond nodded his agreement, “Yes, and we had best hurry. We do not know how long it took the children to reach our border and every second counts.”
Glorfindel gently kissed Erestor’s lips before saying, “I need to go over a few more things with Daugion before they depart. I suspect that the children should be here soon and then we will need to be ready for more injured when they arrive.”
“Yes,” Erestor said with a nod and then he watched Glorfindel as he went in search of Daugion. When Haldir and Rúmil arrived, he was quiet as Elrond filled them in, his hand covering his stomach almost protectively. Finally he made a decision and after telling Elrond that he was going to go to the kitchens to assess rations and other items that would need to be taken, he hurried out of the barracks. Making his way to the Last Homely House, he stopped a page along the way and ordered Glorfindel’s horse readied.
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Glorfindel watched as his warriors gathered their weapons and donned their armor, and then he turned and joined Elrond, Daugion, Calanon, Haldir, and Rúmil around a table where a map was laid out. Normally he would be the one to lead the rescue party, but with his promise to Erestor to not leave Imladris while he was with child, he willed his emotions in check, not wanting his hervenn to feel his conflict. Though he did not want to be away from Erestor in his condition, he felt the need to help those that were in need, especially women and children. Finally Elrond’s voice drew him out of his musings and he looked to where Elrond was pointing on the map.
“Since it is so close to winter, we can be safe to assume that the Wild Men have a stronghold somewhere close to the village. Traveling with women and children is slow at best, so I think these hills to the east of the village would be a likely place for them to hide for the winter,” Elrond said as he pointed to the map and everyone nodded in agreement.
“I am sure that we could pick up their trail easily once we reach the village. I have dealt with Wild Men before, they are arrogant and do not try to hide their trail,” Haldir said.
“You will need to have a small enforcement of warriors to try and secure the village while the others are searching for the captives. If it is deemed that the village is beyond repair, then arrangements need to be made for the journey back here as soon as the injured are secure enough for travel,” Elrond said.
Rúmil looked at the map then asked, “Where are Elladan and Elrohir? I thought that they would be arriving from their patrol soon. Are they near?”
Elrond nodded, “Yes, they are not far. I sensed them not a day ago. I will connect with them and tell them to join you at the village. You will need all the help you can get. I feel winter is just around the corner.”
They all spoke for a few more minutes about certain details and then they made their way to the stables. Just as they arrived, Asfaloth was being led out of the stables. “What is Asfaloth doing out of his stall?” Glorfindel questioned the stable boy.
“I was instructed by Master Erestor to have your horse readied, My Lord.”
Glorfindel frowned as he reached out to Erestor, ‘Melui, why is Asfaloth saddled?’
Erestor tried to calm his nerves as he placed the last of Glorfindel’s armor upon their bed and replied, ‘Because you are going. They need you.’
Glorfindel turned to look at Elrond, who had placed his hand upon his arm, and he said, “If you would excuse me, Elrond, I have need to speak with my hervenn.”
Elrond just nodded and he watched Glorfindel walk toward the Last Homely House, knowing how hard this must be for Erestor to let Glorfindel go. When he felt arms wrap around his waist from behind, he turned to look deep into his melethron’s (m lover’s) cerulean eyes. “I expect that you will be careful, meleth (love),” Elrond simply said.
Haldir smiled warmly at his mate and he pressed his lips to Elrond’s before replying, “Always.”
Rúmil looked around the courtyard and when he spied a white-haired ellon (m. elf), he walked up to the Minstrel and pulled him into his arms. Suddenly Rúmil felt ten times the fool for making them wait, thinking that he was going to have the whole winter to court this most precious ellon in his arms. Cupping Lindir’s cheek, he looked longingly into crystal amethyst eyes before he brought his lips down and kissed Lindir almost desperately, deciding that once he returned he would make him his.
Lindir clutched Rúmil, not wanting to let go, but knowing that he must. When Rúmil pulled back from the kiss, Lindir buried his face in his meleth’s chest and whispered, “Just tell me that you are coming back.”
Rúmil took a deep breath and he threaded his fingers through Lindir’s silky hair and he whispered, “I am coming back.”
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Glorfindel entered his chambers to find Erestor just finishing packing a saddle bag. When his hervenn turned to look at him, he did not miss the tremble that went through Erestor, and he hurried to his side, drawing his mate into his arms. “Melui nín, I do not have to go.”
Erestor shook his head furiously, “Yes you do…they need you. Your ability to sense others, especially those who are in need, will be invaluable. Is that not how you knew…you know, about the Balrog?”
Glorfindel sighed, knowing that he could not lie to his mate. “Yes, that is how I knew. But as much as I feel the need to go, I also want to stay. What if something should go wrong while I am away?”
Erestor stepped back and he took Glorfindel’s hand and placed it onto his stomach. When Glorfindel gasped, eyes wide with shock, he nodded, “Yes, we both, your daughter and I, know that you need to go. We will be fine so long as you come back to us.”
Glorfindel knelt before Erestor and laid his cheek against his stomach, wrapping his arms about his hervenn and whispered, “I will always come back to you, both of you.”
Erestor buried his fingers in Glorfindel’s golden locks, holding him close for a few precious moments before he said, “You had better hurry. I am sure that they are almost ready to depart.”
When they entered the courtyard, Erestor went to stand with Elrond while Glorfindel put his saddle bag onto Asfaloth. Calling Calanon over to him, Glorfindel said without preamble, “You are staying behind.”
Calanon frowned, “Captain? But I thought…”
Glorfindel turned to Calanon and said, “You are not my warrior right now, you are my law-son. I need you to stay behind and take care of hervenn nín. Saes, I need you and Lostariel to spend as much time with him as possible.”
Calanon knew what leaving his mate while with child must be doing to Glorfindel and he nodded, “Of course, Adar (Father).”
Glorfindel smiled his thanks as he squeezed Calanon’s shoulder before walking over to Erestor and pulling him into an embrace, drawing in his mate’s scent. “Mela le (I love you).”
“A mela le. Be safe,” Erestor said, and then giving Glorfindel one more kiss, let his hervenn go. When he watched the procession file out through the gates, he felt a shiver of foreboding. Thinking it was just his fear of being without Glorfindel in his condition, Erestor pushed the feelings away and followed Elrond into the Last Homely House.
TBC
Author: Janalynn27
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel, Elrond/Haldir, Calanon/Lostariel, Elladan/Elrohir, Melpomaen/Sídhon, Lindir/Rúmil
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Slash, Mpreg, Twincest, AU
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: Blessings and love abound in Imladris. Sequel to Hidden Love.
Timeline: 2620 TA
Feedback: It is greatly appreciated
Author's note: When Erestor and Glorfindel are mindspeaking it is accentuated by 'dialogue'.
Chapter 18
Glorfindel was walking down the hallway of the Last Homely House when he heard his name called out. Slowing to a stop, he turned and spied his Lord coming towards him. “Elrond?”
“How is my Advisor doing today? I did not see him at morning meal,” Elrond stated.
“Ai, well, he was feeling a bit tired so I made him rest. In fact, I was just going to meet him now for a picnic out in the garden. He is doing well, just…” Glorfindel started to say, but grew silent, a frown making its way across his brow.
Elrond frowned, also, as he saw Glorfindel’s eyes fill with worry and he placed his hand upon the Slayer’s arm, “Glorfindel, what is it?”
“Erestor…he is upset and…he is frightened!” Glorfindel said then turned to hurry down the hall and out the double doors that led to the garden. He ran down the path, hearing Elrond following him, and when he turned the corner, he came to an abrupt halt, causing Elrond to collide into him. Glorfindel blinked in surprise at the sight that was before him. There sat Erestor with well over a dozen birds perched upon his person and he looked completely terrified. When he looked up at Glorfindel with tears in his eyes and gasped his hervenn’s (husband’s) name, Glorfindel quickly made his way to Erestor’s side, causing the birds to scatter, all but one.
Erestor was desperately trying not to hyperventilate. He did not know why he got so scared, but he supposed being swarmed by dozens of birds caused him to get a feeling of claustrophobia. When Glorfindel knelt next to him, he was just about to launch himself into his mate’s arms, when Elrond told him to wait, that a little bird was caught in his hair. This made Erestor still, as much as he had gotten scared from the birds, he did not want any of them injured. He could not stand the thought of him being the reason for it to get hurt.
As Elrond knelt on the other side of Erestor and proceeded to disentangle the bird, Glorfindel took Erestor’s hands in his, holding them tightly. “It is all right, melui (sweet), Elrond will get him out of your hair and all will be well,” Glorfindel said soothingly.
Finally Elrond was able to free the bird and he sat back, cradling the pen dithen (little one) in the cup of his hands. Elrond sighed, “It looks like his wing is hurt. Erestor, why do you not let Glorfindel take you back to your chambers and get you a bath while I take your friend here to the Healing House?”
Erestor consciously brought up his hand to his hair, stroking it, only to cringe when he felt something slimy. When he looked at his fingers, he suddenly felt tears falling as he gasped, “I must look a mess.”
If it were not for Erestor’s tears and his distraught emotions swamping him, Glorfindel would have laughed at the mess the birds left behind. Instead, Glorfindel stood and pulled Erestor to his feet and said, “Melui, come. I will give you a bath and wash your hair. You will be all clean in no time.”
Erestor only nodded, glancing at the little bird in Elrond’s hands, “Is he going to be well?”
Elrond smiled at his meldir, “Yes, Erestor, he will be fine. I do not believe it broken, but most likely strained. A couple of days with his wing wrapped up and he should be good as new. If you want, I could fix him up and put him in a cage and bring him to your chambers?”
Erestor nodded once more and said, “I would like that very much.”
Glorfindel smiled and said, “Well then, let us get you all cleaned up,” and he led his mate into the Last Homely House and to their chambers.
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Erestor sat in his study with Melpomaen, going over the storage supplies and the harvest tallies for the Valley. It was nearing the end of fall and winter was fast approaching. Erestor absently reached out and grabbed a piece of peanut butter fudge and popped it into his mouth. “I am quite pleased with this year’s harvest. We will have plenty of stores to make it through the winter.”
Melpomaen smiled as he shook his head at his meldir (m. friend) who spoke while chewing on his fudge. There was always a tin of the fudge on Erestor’s desk. When he heard chirping, the Scribe looked around the room, smiling again at the animals that lounged about. Faron, who after a couple days of sulking about not being allowed to chase Pigen, now protected the little squirrel, and in fact was, at this very moment, curled up with Pigen, both sound asleep. Other cats lounged about, thankfully not as many as there were at first, and finally there was Aewon dithen. After the small bird that had gotten caught in Erestor’s hair healed, he seemed quite content on staying with the Advisor. Now he had a perch in Erestor’s study and one in his and Glorfindel’s chambers, though he would fly off once in awhile, he always came back. It seemed strange that nature’s creatures seem to check their hostility at the door while in Erestor’s company, but as time went by, a poll was started about what kind of animal would be the next to make its home with the Advisor.
Suddenly Melpomaen heard Erestor gasp and he looked up in time to see the quill slip from the Advisor’s numb fingers, clattering to the desk. Frowning, Melpomaen rushed to Erestor’s side and asked worriedly, “Erestor, what it is? What it wrong? You look pale!”
Erestor clutched his chest as fury and pain ripped along his and Glorfindel’s bond. ‘Glorfindel?’
Glorfindel took a deep breath, trying to will aside his anger, knowing that it would not do Erestor nor the situation any good. ‘Melui, you need to bring Elrond to the barracks. One of the outlying villages was attacked by Wild Men.’
Erestor immediately rose and instructed Melpomaen to go straight to the Healing House and to tell Faeron that healers would need to be prepared for travel and other preparations would need to be made for possible injured, should they arrive in Imladris. Out in the hallway, he parted ways with Mel and made his way to Elrond’s office that was located next to his.
Elrond looked up, surprised that someone would enter without so much as knocking, but quickly stood and made his way to Erestor’s side, “Meldir, what is it? Are you ill?”
Erestor shook his head quickly before saying, “No, I am well, but you are needed in the barracks. Glorfindel just told me that a border guard just arrived with news. It seems that one of the nearby villages was attacked by Wild Men. I do not know anything more.”
Elrond started to think of all the things that would needed to be done and prepared, including warriors and healers, as he and Erestor hurried down the hallway and outside to the barracks. When they rounded the corner and the barracks came into view, they entered into a well organized chaos. Captains and guards shouted out orders and replies, all preparing for the journey and rescue that was ahead of them. “Glorfindel, tell me everything.”
Glorfindel finished his counsel with Daugion before he turned and answered Elrond, “It seems that most of the women and children were taken…” he started to say but then pulled Erestor to his side and wrapped his arm around his waist. “A teenage girl and her little brother were hidden by their parents. They were instructed to make their way to our borders when it was clear enough to do so. Other than that, we do not know much, I am afraid.”
Erestor shuddered as he desperately blinked away his tears, “How frightened they must be!”
Glorfindel crushed Erestor to his chest and whispered, “Yes, but at least they are safe. Now we need to find the others and assess the damage to the village and all its inhabitants.”
Elrond nodded his agreement, “Yes, and we had best hurry. We do not know how long it took the children to reach our border and every second counts.”
Glorfindel gently kissed Erestor’s lips before saying, “I need to go over a few more things with Daugion before they depart. I suspect that the children should be here soon and then we will need to be ready for more injured when they arrive.”
“Yes,” Erestor said with a nod and then he watched Glorfindel as he went in search of Daugion. When Haldir and Rúmil arrived, he was quiet as Elrond filled them in, his hand covering his stomach almost protectively. Finally he made a decision and after telling Elrond that he was going to go to the kitchens to assess rations and other items that would need to be taken, he hurried out of the barracks. Making his way to the Last Homely House, he stopped a page along the way and ordered Glorfindel’s horse readied.
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Glorfindel watched as his warriors gathered their weapons and donned their armor, and then he turned and joined Elrond, Daugion, Calanon, Haldir, and Rúmil around a table where a map was laid out. Normally he would be the one to lead the rescue party, but with his promise to Erestor to not leave Imladris while he was with child, he willed his emotions in check, not wanting his hervenn to feel his conflict. Though he did not want to be away from Erestor in his condition, he felt the need to help those that were in need, especially women and children. Finally Elrond’s voice drew him out of his musings and he looked to where Elrond was pointing on the map.
“Since it is so close to winter, we can be safe to assume that the Wild Men have a stronghold somewhere close to the village. Traveling with women and children is slow at best, so I think these hills to the east of the village would be a likely place for them to hide for the winter,” Elrond said as he pointed to the map and everyone nodded in agreement.
“I am sure that we could pick up their trail easily once we reach the village. I have dealt with Wild Men before, they are arrogant and do not try to hide their trail,” Haldir said.
“You will need to have a small enforcement of warriors to try and secure the village while the others are searching for the captives. If it is deemed that the village is beyond repair, then arrangements need to be made for the journey back here as soon as the injured are secure enough for travel,” Elrond said.
Rúmil looked at the map then asked, “Where are Elladan and Elrohir? I thought that they would be arriving from their patrol soon. Are they near?”
Elrond nodded, “Yes, they are not far. I sensed them not a day ago. I will connect with them and tell them to join you at the village. You will need all the help you can get. I feel winter is just around the corner.”
They all spoke for a few more minutes about certain details and then they made their way to the stables. Just as they arrived, Asfaloth was being led out of the stables. “What is Asfaloth doing out of his stall?” Glorfindel questioned the stable boy.
“I was instructed by Master Erestor to have your horse readied, My Lord.”
Glorfindel frowned as he reached out to Erestor, ‘Melui, why is Asfaloth saddled?’
Erestor tried to calm his nerves as he placed the last of Glorfindel’s armor upon their bed and replied, ‘Because you are going. They need you.’
Glorfindel turned to look at Elrond, who had placed his hand upon his arm, and he said, “If you would excuse me, Elrond, I have need to speak with my hervenn.”
Elrond just nodded and he watched Glorfindel walk toward the Last Homely House, knowing how hard this must be for Erestor to let Glorfindel go. When he felt arms wrap around his waist from behind, he turned to look deep into his melethron’s (m lover’s) cerulean eyes. “I expect that you will be careful, meleth (love),” Elrond simply said.
Haldir smiled warmly at his mate and he pressed his lips to Elrond’s before replying, “Always.”
Rúmil looked around the courtyard and when he spied a white-haired ellon (m. elf), he walked up to the Minstrel and pulled him into his arms. Suddenly Rúmil felt ten times the fool for making them wait, thinking that he was going to have the whole winter to court this most precious ellon in his arms. Cupping Lindir’s cheek, he looked longingly into crystal amethyst eyes before he brought his lips down and kissed Lindir almost desperately, deciding that once he returned he would make him his.
Lindir clutched Rúmil, not wanting to let go, but knowing that he must. When Rúmil pulled back from the kiss, Lindir buried his face in his meleth’s chest and whispered, “Just tell me that you are coming back.”
Rúmil took a deep breath and he threaded his fingers through Lindir’s silky hair and he whispered, “I am coming back.”
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Glorfindel entered his chambers to find Erestor just finishing packing a saddle bag. When his hervenn turned to look at him, he did not miss the tremble that went through Erestor, and he hurried to his side, drawing his mate into his arms. “Melui nín, I do not have to go.”
Erestor shook his head furiously, “Yes you do…they need you. Your ability to sense others, especially those who are in need, will be invaluable. Is that not how you knew…you know, about the Balrog?”
Glorfindel sighed, knowing that he could not lie to his mate. “Yes, that is how I knew. But as much as I feel the need to go, I also want to stay. What if something should go wrong while I am away?”
Erestor stepped back and he took Glorfindel’s hand and placed it onto his stomach. When Glorfindel gasped, eyes wide with shock, he nodded, “Yes, we both, your daughter and I, know that you need to go. We will be fine so long as you come back to us.”
Glorfindel knelt before Erestor and laid his cheek against his stomach, wrapping his arms about his hervenn and whispered, “I will always come back to you, both of you.”
Erestor buried his fingers in Glorfindel’s golden locks, holding him close for a few precious moments before he said, “You had better hurry. I am sure that they are almost ready to depart.”
When they entered the courtyard, Erestor went to stand with Elrond while Glorfindel put his saddle bag onto Asfaloth. Calling Calanon over to him, Glorfindel said without preamble, “You are staying behind.”
Calanon frowned, “Captain? But I thought…”
Glorfindel turned to Calanon and said, “You are not my warrior right now, you are my law-son. I need you to stay behind and take care of hervenn nín. Saes, I need you and Lostariel to spend as much time with him as possible.”
Calanon knew what leaving his mate while with child must be doing to Glorfindel and he nodded, “Of course, Adar (Father).”
Glorfindel smiled his thanks as he squeezed Calanon’s shoulder before walking over to Erestor and pulling him into an embrace, drawing in his mate’s scent. “Mela le (I love you).”
“A mela le. Be safe,” Erestor said, and then giving Glorfindel one more kiss, let his hervenn go. When he watched the procession file out through the gates, he felt a shiver of foreboding. Thinking it was just his fear of being without Glorfindel in his condition, Erestor pushed the feelings away and followed Elrond into the Last Homely House.
TBC