Shadows Of The Past
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Chapter 2
Title: Shadows of The Past (2/?)
Author: Janalynn27
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Slash, Rape, Non-con, 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: Glorfindel uses Erestor as a shield to say no to a suitor and Erestor is tormented by the past.
Timeline: Early TA
Feedback: It is greatly appreciated
Author's note: Okay, I know Greenwood the Great wasn't called Mirkwood until about 1050 TA but in my story it is already called Mirkwood. The twins are around 22 yrs. Old which is about 8 human yrs. Old.
Chapter 2
It was late evening when Elrond, Erestor, and Glorfindel finally finished with their meeting. Glorfindel was scheduled to depart for Mirkwood in two days to take the treaty to King Thranduil. After Elrond bid them farewell, Erestor and Glorfindel sat in silence for a few moments until Erestor asked, “Fin, are you going to be well in taking this treaty to King Thranduil?”
Glorfindel leaned back in his chair and said, “Yes, mellon nín (my friend). I know that the council chamber is not where my talents lie, but you and Elrond have instructed me well. I believe I will be able to handle this mission.”
“I just want you to be wary of King Thranduil. He will try to push things to benefit his kingdom, more than ours. He has it the hardest of the Elven realms, him not having a ring of power to help protect his people, and with the constant threat of ungyl (spiders) and other evil things that are encroaching on Mirkwood he has to constantly guard against. Thranduil is stubborn; especially when he sees something he wants. I am sorry that you have to take on this mission,” Erestor said.
Glorfindel smiled at his concern, “Es, I will be fine. I know that you need to be here for the trade agreements with the villagers bordering Imladris. I will be cautious and on my guard. I will not let you or Elrond down,” he said reassuringly.
Erestor sighed, “I do not doubt your ability, Fin I just know that you much prefer to fight with your sword than with words.”
“Humph. We had better go to the Hall of Fire before Lindir thinks you are not coming,” Glorfindel said as he stood to wait for Erestor.
“Yes, we must hurry.”
Glorfindel sensed his concern over the incident in the Dining Hall and said, “Do not worry, Es, Lindir worships you. Just give him your attention tonight and he will forget about this morning.”
Erestor smiled as he followed Glorfindel out of the chamber. When they arrived at the Hall of Fire there were already many elves there. Looking to the dark corner near the balcony, where Erestor usually sat, they saw Lindir sitting tuning his harp. Taking a deep breath, Erestor made his way to Lindir, “Mellon nín, it is nice to see you this evening.”
Lindir looked up into haunted chocolate color filled eyes. When he arrived here in Imladris he looked into those eyes and knew that this ellon (m. elf) had survived some sort of trauma and immediately felt connected to him. “Erestor, it is nice to see you, too. Will you sit so I can play for you?”
Sitting down in his customary chair, Erestor smiled, “Of course, penneth (young one).”
Taking a deep breath, Lindir concentrated like he never had before, wanting his playing to be perfect tonight.
Erestor leaned back into his chair and listened to Lindir play. His eyes, every few minutes, would scan the hall as if looking for some kind of threat. When he was convinced that there were none, he would look to Lindir once again. They sat there for two hours, both finding a little peace in each other’s company.
Lindir’s last song came to an end and he looked up into Erestor’s eyes and sighed as he saw that they were not filled with so much pain. How he longed to lie in the shadow’s lap to be comforted. Even though there were elves that took care of him and loved him after he lost his parents, he longed for this elf in front of him to, just once, give him a touch in comfort. Some elves thought that he was smitten with the Chief Advisor, but they were wrong. Erestor had taken over the Adar (Father) figure in his life. He knew that he would never stop loving his real Adar, but he was so young when he lost both his parents that the void longed to be filled. As much as he yearned for the comfort of touch from the one elf he cared for the most, he hid this from Erestor, knowing it would cause him pain and he already had enough.
“I do not think I heard you play as well as you did tonight, penneth,” Erestor said, giving him a small smile.
Lindir beamed up at Erestor and asked, “Really?”
“Yes, really. It is getting late, mellon nín, and I am going to turn in now. I hope to hear more music tomorrow night if you would be so kind to humor an old ellon like me,” Erestor said as he stood.
“Of course I will play for you tomorrow night, you know you never need ask,” Lindir said earnestly.
Bowing slightly, “Then I bid you goodnight, penneth.”
“Goodnight,” Lindir said, then watched Erestor leave the Hall of Fire, carefully avoiding any contact with any other.
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Glorfindel pulled his cloak closer to him and looked around wearily. He and his party from Imladris had reached to borders of Mirkwood just this morning and were met by King Thranduil’s border patrols, who were now escorting them. Glorfindel gripped the hilt of his sword and was on constant guard. He did not like the feelings of this wood and he felt as if he were being watched and he even thought that he had heard rustling in the bushes not far from the path they were following. Glorfindel reached out and patted Asfaloth’s neck to calm him for he felt his master’s unease. Not soon enough they reached the outskirts of the city and came across a party of border patrols led by none other than King Thranduil’s son, Legolas.
“Lord Glorfindel, I did not think you would be here this soon,” Legolas said, as he motioned for his troop to stop.
Bowing his head slightly, Glorfindel said, “My prince, I am eager to speak with your Adar (Father) about the correspondence from Elrond. I see that you are heading out on patrol.”
“Yes, I had wanted to be here when you arrived so we could have trained together. I will not return for a fortnight. Maybe, if you are still here, you would honor me in a sparring match,” Legolas asked hopefully. He had always admired Lord Glorfindel as a warrior and often watched him in awe whenever he had the chance to visit Imladris. “How are Elladan and Elrohir? Still as mischievous as before?”
Glorfindel let out a laugh, “Ai (Ah)! Even more so, with every year they get older, they seem to become more devious in their pranks.”
Legolas smiled with mirth and said, “You and I will have to sit and speak of this more if you should be still here when I return. I take it you have been the target of a few of their pranks.”
“Humph, if only you knew. But I returned the favor,” Glorfindel said with a glint in his eye.
“Oh, I would have liked to see that,” Legolas laughed.
They said their farewells and Glorfindel and his party soon stopped in front of the stables and everyone dismounted. Handing Asfaloth’s reins to a stable hand, then Glorfindel rubbed Asfaloth’s neck and said, “Mellon nín, I will come and check on you this evening.”
Asfaloth neighed and nudged Glorfindel’s shoulder, then followed the stable hand into the stables.
Glorfindel threw the saddlebag over his shoulder that held all of the correspondences and the treaty from Lord Elrond and followed a servant into the main entrance into the caves that were Thranduil’s home. Walking down many corridors and passageways, they finally came to a stop.
“Lord Glorfindel, here are your chambers for the duration of your stay. King Thranduil is in a council meeting for another few hours and I am sure you need to rest from your journey. Your things will be delivered from the stables later this afternoon and just place your soiled garments into the basket that you will find in the bedchamber and they will be cleaned and returned to you. There are robes and other clothing in the wardrobe for you to wear until your possessions arrive. Saes (Please), feel free to let me know if there is anything that you will need. Food will also be sent for you and left just inside the door so as not to disturb you if you wish to rest before you eat,” the servant said with a bow.
“What is your name?” Glorfindel asked.
Blushing because he forgot to say, he said, “Nibenon.”
Glorfindel smiled and placed a hand on the smaller ellon’s (m. elf) shoulder and said, “Hannon le (Thank you), Nibenon, for your hospitality.”
Glorfindel entered the chambers and dropped the satchel next to the bed before falling onto the mattress. Just before sleep claimed him, he managed to kick off his boots and release his sword from his belt to lay it beside him.
TBC
Author: Janalynn27
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Slash, Rape, Non-con, 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: Glorfindel uses Erestor as a shield to say no to a suitor and Erestor is tormented by the past.
Timeline: Early TA
Feedback: It is greatly appreciated
Author's note: Okay, I know Greenwood the Great wasn't called Mirkwood until about 1050 TA but in my story it is already called Mirkwood. The twins are around 22 yrs. Old which is about 8 human yrs. Old.
Chapter 2
It was late evening when Elrond, Erestor, and Glorfindel finally finished with their meeting. Glorfindel was scheduled to depart for Mirkwood in two days to take the treaty to King Thranduil. After Elrond bid them farewell, Erestor and Glorfindel sat in silence for a few moments until Erestor asked, “Fin, are you going to be well in taking this treaty to King Thranduil?”
Glorfindel leaned back in his chair and said, “Yes, mellon nín (my friend). I know that the council chamber is not where my talents lie, but you and Elrond have instructed me well. I believe I will be able to handle this mission.”
“I just want you to be wary of King Thranduil. He will try to push things to benefit his kingdom, more than ours. He has it the hardest of the Elven realms, him not having a ring of power to help protect his people, and with the constant threat of ungyl (spiders) and other evil things that are encroaching on Mirkwood he has to constantly guard against. Thranduil is stubborn; especially when he sees something he wants. I am sorry that you have to take on this mission,” Erestor said.
Glorfindel smiled at his concern, “Es, I will be fine. I know that you need to be here for the trade agreements with the villagers bordering Imladris. I will be cautious and on my guard. I will not let you or Elrond down,” he said reassuringly.
Erestor sighed, “I do not doubt your ability, Fin I just know that you much prefer to fight with your sword than with words.”
“Humph. We had better go to the Hall of Fire before Lindir thinks you are not coming,” Glorfindel said as he stood to wait for Erestor.
“Yes, we must hurry.”
Glorfindel sensed his concern over the incident in the Dining Hall and said, “Do not worry, Es, Lindir worships you. Just give him your attention tonight and he will forget about this morning.”
Erestor smiled as he followed Glorfindel out of the chamber. When they arrived at the Hall of Fire there were already many elves there. Looking to the dark corner near the balcony, where Erestor usually sat, they saw Lindir sitting tuning his harp. Taking a deep breath, Erestor made his way to Lindir, “Mellon nín, it is nice to see you this evening.”
Lindir looked up into haunted chocolate color filled eyes. When he arrived here in Imladris he looked into those eyes and knew that this ellon (m. elf) had survived some sort of trauma and immediately felt connected to him. “Erestor, it is nice to see you, too. Will you sit so I can play for you?”
Sitting down in his customary chair, Erestor smiled, “Of course, penneth (young one).”
Taking a deep breath, Lindir concentrated like he never had before, wanting his playing to be perfect tonight.
Erestor leaned back into his chair and listened to Lindir play. His eyes, every few minutes, would scan the hall as if looking for some kind of threat. When he was convinced that there were none, he would look to Lindir once again. They sat there for two hours, both finding a little peace in each other’s company.
Lindir’s last song came to an end and he looked up into Erestor’s eyes and sighed as he saw that they were not filled with so much pain. How he longed to lie in the shadow’s lap to be comforted. Even though there were elves that took care of him and loved him after he lost his parents, he longed for this elf in front of him to, just once, give him a touch in comfort. Some elves thought that he was smitten with the Chief Advisor, but they were wrong. Erestor had taken over the Adar (Father) figure in his life. He knew that he would never stop loving his real Adar, but he was so young when he lost both his parents that the void longed to be filled. As much as he yearned for the comfort of touch from the one elf he cared for the most, he hid this from Erestor, knowing it would cause him pain and he already had enough.
“I do not think I heard you play as well as you did tonight, penneth,” Erestor said, giving him a small smile.
Lindir beamed up at Erestor and asked, “Really?”
“Yes, really. It is getting late, mellon nín, and I am going to turn in now. I hope to hear more music tomorrow night if you would be so kind to humor an old ellon like me,” Erestor said as he stood.
“Of course I will play for you tomorrow night, you know you never need ask,” Lindir said earnestly.
Bowing slightly, “Then I bid you goodnight, penneth.”
“Goodnight,” Lindir said, then watched Erestor leave the Hall of Fire, carefully avoiding any contact with any other.
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Glorfindel pulled his cloak closer to him and looked around wearily. He and his party from Imladris had reached to borders of Mirkwood just this morning and were met by King Thranduil’s border patrols, who were now escorting them. Glorfindel gripped the hilt of his sword and was on constant guard. He did not like the feelings of this wood and he felt as if he were being watched and he even thought that he had heard rustling in the bushes not far from the path they were following. Glorfindel reached out and patted Asfaloth’s neck to calm him for he felt his master’s unease. Not soon enough they reached the outskirts of the city and came across a party of border patrols led by none other than King Thranduil’s son, Legolas.
“Lord Glorfindel, I did not think you would be here this soon,” Legolas said, as he motioned for his troop to stop.
Bowing his head slightly, Glorfindel said, “My prince, I am eager to speak with your Adar (Father) about the correspondence from Elrond. I see that you are heading out on patrol.”
“Yes, I had wanted to be here when you arrived so we could have trained together. I will not return for a fortnight. Maybe, if you are still here, you would honor me in a sparring match,” Legolas asked hopefully. He had always admired Lord Glorfindel as a warrior and often watched him in awe whenever he had the chance to visit Imladris. “How are Elladan and Elrohir? Still as mischievous as before?”
Glorfindel let out a laugh, “Ai (Ah)! Even more so, with every year they get older, they seem to become more devious in their pranks.”
Legolas smiled with mirth and said, “You and I will have to sit and speak of this more if you should be still here when I return. I take it you have been the target of a few of their pranks.”
“Humph, if only you knew. But I returned the favor,” Glorfindel said with a glint in his eye.
“Oh, I would have liked to see that,” Legolas laughed.
They said their farewells and Glorfindel and his party soon stopped in front of the stables and everyone dismounted. Handing Asfaloth’s reins to a stable hand, then Glorfindel rubbed Asfaloth’s neck and said, “Mellon nín, I will come and check on you this evening.”
Asfaloth neighed and nudged Glorfindel’s shoulder, then followed the stable hand into the stables.
Glorfindel threw the saddlebag over his shoulder that held all of the correspondences and the treaty from Lord Elrond and followed a servant into the main entrance into the caves that were Thranduil’s home. Walking down many corridors and passageways, they finally came to a stop.
“Lord Glorfindel, here are your chambers for the duration of your stay. King Thranduil is in a council meeting for another few hours and I am sure you need to rest from your journey. Your things will be delivered from the stables later this afternoon and just place your soiled garments into the basket that you will find in the bedchamber and they will be cleaned and returned to you. There are robes and other clothing in the wardrobe for you to wear until your possessions arrive. Saes (Please), feel free to let me know if there is anything that you will need. Food will also be sent for you and left just inside the door so as not to disturb you if you wish to rest before you eat,” the servant said with a bow.
“What is your name?” Glorfindel asked.
Blushing because he forgot to say, he said, “Nibenon.”
Glorfindel smiled and placed a hand on the smaller ellon’s (m. elf) shoulder and said, “Hannon le (Thank you), Nibenon, for your hospitality.”
Glorfindel entered the chambers and dropped the satchel next to the bed before falling onto the mattress. Just before sleep claimed him, he managed to kick off his boots and release his sword from his belt to lay it beside him.
TBC