A Warrior's Destiny
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-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
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4,225
Reviews:
12
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
1
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Chapter One
Author’s Note: Someone helpfully pointed out to me that halflings wouldn’t have been in the west of Middle-Earth at this time, and so I would like to apologise for having one appear in the Prologue. But since the little man won’t be playing any part in the story, and since he won’t be appearing again, I’ll just leave the poor halfling to his probably unpleasant fate. Eriador in the middle of the second age isn’t really a place you would want to be lost.
Chapter One
To say that the Noldor were shocked to see Glorfindel of the House of the Golden Flower again would be an understatement. By the time Glorfindel reached Lindon, there were very few that still recognised him, but those that did stared at him open-mouthed in awe. When he received an audience with the King, he also met Elrond half-elven for the first time, and the two quickly formed a mutual respect that would be an advantage to them both.
When war was inevitable, Glorfindel led part of the army into battle, and none who saw him could doubt that he was a mighty lord. Relentless, and seemingly tireless, he and his company were a key part of the force responsible for driving the armies of the dark lord back into the south. There were whispers that this was what Glorfindel had returned for, but Glorfindel himself knew that it was not the case. When he had fulfilled his destiny, he would feel it, he was certain. He returned to Lindon, and he didn’t let these thoughts prey on his mind.
When Gil-Galad decided that Elrond should settle somewhere in Eriador as a deterrent, Glorfindel offered to be his Captain, and Elrond accepted. Sauron’s forces were still in the southeast of Eriador, and many had perished in Eregion, along with their leader, Celebrimbor. The plan was a sound one. A sizeable military outpost had already been established in the east, just west of the misty mountains, and a more permanent settlement there would serve two purposes. Firstly, those who fled from Eregion would find a hospitable place to settle without traversing the mountains, and, once recovered, those refugees would swell the army there.
Elrond Peredhil and he had become great friends by this time, having fought together with the army, and so it was with a sense of hope and new conviction that Glorfindel accompanied the body of Noldor that travelled to the new elven realm in Eriador. They went to build Imladris. Since Elrond had taken with him for the most part the younger generation, there were less whispers and rumours about him now than at court, which Glorfindel found a relief. He couldn’t deny that his appearance in Middle-Earth was a mystery – even to him. But that didn’t mean he was blessed with knowledge or some kind of mystical power. He was only himself. He was injured during battle the same as anyone else. He was unsure of just what the future held like everyone else. And now, as they made their way to the place that Elrond had chosen – Glorfindel found he could actually look forward to it all.
They planned to build near the river Bruinen, where the army had already built several temporary buildings. It had the most stunning natural waterfalls, and everyone knew that Elrond had chosen it for that very reason. None would deny him that either. Elrond had chosen Glorfindel to head the army and to begin the slow process of building a city. It was a challenge he looked forward to, and he busied himself with plans. It wasn’t all hard work though, and in the company of strangers, Glorfindel found that he could at last relax. If he had been anyone else, he would have dwelled on the sadness that leaving his friends from long ago created. He already considered them gone from him. They had centuries of life and history since the fall of their ancient city. That was something Glorfindel didn’t have. As a result he had felt out of place and lost in their company despite knowing them so well. Yes, it was a relief to leave them behind, even if he would be fighting again.
His easy manner and good nature were things that quickly made him loved and respected. Glorfindel appreciated a joke, and he soon became the teller of jokes. He was a good storyteller too, and in the evenings when they had erected the tents, and lit the fires, many stopped to listen to him. It was around this time that he finally took a lover too. Glorfindel had known both male and female in his life. But this time the elf he turned his attention to was male.
Glorfindel had noticed him one night, sitting quietly on the edge of the group, reading something in a scroll. Something about the elf intrigued him, but he couldn’t say what. His partners had always been somewhat quieter than him; he found that less outspoken elves complimented him, and so perhaps that was the only reason. He knew they would get on well. He took note of this strangely quiet elf, and made a point of seeking him out the next day while on the road.
They had stopped to rest the horses, and Glorfindel strode around looking for the dark-haired one, certain that he would find him somewhere quiet. Sure enough, he came across the other elf sat underneath a tree, reading again. Was he always studying? Glorfindel sat down beside him, and attempted to peek at what the elf was reading before with a sigh, the other elf laid the parchment aside.
“What is your name?” Glorfindel asked, and he wasn’t prepared for the reaction. The other elf jumped away from him when he turned around and saw who it was. He quickly covered his alarm, but Glorfindel hadn’t thought he was so timid, even if he was quiet. “I’m sorry,” he began softly. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”
The elf smiled at him then, and Glorfindel didn’t think he had ever seen a more beautiful sight. His companion shook his head, and replied confidently. “It’s all right. You didn’t. I was expecting someone else, that is all.”
Oh. Did he already have a lover? Mentally, Glorfindel shrugged. He didn’t have any less desire to know the other elf. He held out his hand. “Glorfindel,” he said, and the other elf shook his hand firmly. Glorfindel held onto that hand for longer than was necessary. But it was the other’s turn to speak, and he still had not received a name yet. He waited, unsurprised when the other’s gaze became cool and assessing. Was his name and reputation a thing he would have to escape from? He thought with a sigh that it probably was.
“Thenindhír,” he answered at last, looking carefully now as if slightly uncertain that the name would please him. Glorfindel was fascinated. Never had he met anyone who gave off so many contradictory signals! He would know this elf even if he did already have a lover.
“I am happy to make your acquaintance,” he replied seriously, with a bow of his head, and Thenindhír actually laughed then at his old-fashioned mannerism. Glorfindel smiled and shook his head, surprised at how easily the advantage was taken from him. Despite Thenindhír’s actions, Glorfindel was a good judge of character, and something about this elf spoke of quiet confidence. He was an enigma. They sat and talked for a while, until it was time to be moving again. They were seen together a good deal after that. Thenindhír didn’t have a lover; something for which Glorfindel was profoundly grateful. He knew it would be easy to fall in love, and it was only a matter of time until he needed something like love. Everyone needed something to fight for, especially in times of war.
To be continued…
Author’s Note: Thank you for reading. Comments and/or constructive criticism welcomed and appreciated. Please review, or email me: pippychick_uk@yahoo.co.uk
Chapter One
To say that the Noldor were shocked to see Glorfindel of the House of the Golden Flower again would be an understatement. By the time Glorfindel reached Lindon, there were very few that still recognised him, but those that did stared at him open-mouthed in awe. When he received an audience with the King, he also met Elrond half-elven for the first time, and the two quickly formed a mutual respect that would be an advantage to them both.
When war was inevitable, Glorfindel led part of the army into battle, and none who saw him could doubt that he was a mighty lord. Relentless, and seemingly tireless, he and his company were a key part of the force responsible for driving the armies of the dark lord back into the south. There were whispers that this was what Glorfindel had returned for, but Glorfindel himself knew that it was not the case. When he had fulfilled his destiny, he would feel it, he was certain. He returned to Lindon, and he didn’t let these thoughts prey on his mind.
When Gil-Galad decided that Elrond should settle somewhere in Eriador as a deterrent, Glorfindel offered to be his Captain, and Elrond accepted. Sauron’s forces were still in the southeast of Eriador, and many had perished in Eregion, along with their leader, Celebrimbor. The plan was a sound one. A sizeable military outpost had already been established in the east, just west of the misty mountains, and a more permanent settlement there would serve two purposes. Firstly, those who fled from Eregion would find a hospitable place to settle without traversing the mountains, and, once recovered, those refugees would swell the army there.
Elrond Peredhil and he had become great friends by this time, having fought together with the army, and so it was with a sense of hope and new conviction that Glorfindel accompanied the body of Noldor that travelled to the new elven realm in Eriador. They went to build Imladris. Since Elrond had taken with him for the most part the younger generation, there were less whispers and rumours about him now than at court, which Glorfindel found a relief. He couldn’t deny that his appearance in Middle-Earth was a mystery – even to him. But that didn’t mean he was blessed with knowledge or some kind of mystical power. He was only himself. He was injured during battle the same as anyone else. He was unsure of just what the future held like everyone else. And now, as they made their way to the place that Elrond had chosen – Glorfindel found he could actually look forward to it all.
They planned to build near the river Bruinen, where the army had already built several temporary buildings. It had the most stunning natural waterfalls, and everyone knew that Elrond had chosen it for that very reason. None would deny him that either. Elrond had chosen Glorfindel to head the army and to begin the slow process of building a city. It was a challenge he looked forward to, and he busied himself with plans. It wasn’t all hard work though, and in the company of strangers, Glorfindel found that he could at last relax. If he had been anyone else, he would have dwelled on the sadness that leaving his friends from long ago created. He already considered them gone from him. They had centuries of life and history since the fall of their ancient city. That was something Glorfindel didn’t have. As a result he had felt out of place and lost in their company despite knowing them so well. Yes, it was a relief to leave them behind, even if he would be fighting again.
His easy manner and good nature were things that quickly made him loved and respected. Glorfindel appreciated a joke, and he soon became the teller of jokes. He was a good storyteller too, and in the evenings when they had erected the tents, and lit the fires, many stopped to listen to him. It was around this time that he finally took a lover too. Glorfindel had known both male and female in his life. But this time the elf he turned his attention to was male.
Glorfindel had noticed him one night, sitting quietly on the edge of the group, reading something in a scroll. Something about the elf intrigued him, but he couldn’t say what. His partners had always been somewhat quieter than him; he found that less outspoken elves complimented him, and so perhaps that was the only reason. He knew they would get on well. He took note of this strangely quiet elf, and made a point of seeking him out the next day while on the road.
They had stopped to rest the horses, and Glorfindel strode around looking for the dark-haired one, certain that he would find him somewhere quiet. Sure enough, he came across the other elf sat underneath a tree, reading again. Was he always studying? Glorfindel sat down beside him, and attempted to peek at what the elf was reading before with a sigh, the other elf laid the parchment aside.
“What is your name?” Glorfindel asked, and he wasn’t prepared for the reaction. The other elf jumped away from him when he turned around and saw who it was. He quickly covered his alarm, but Glorfindel hadn’t thought he was so timid, even if he was quiet. “I’m sorry,” he began softly. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”
The elf smiled at him then, and Glorfindel didn’t think he had ever seen a more beautiful sight. His companion shook his head, and replied confidently. “It’s all right. You didn’t. I was expecting someone else, that is all.”
Oh. Did he already have a lover? Mentally, Glorfindel shrugged. He didn’t have any less desire to know the other elf. He held out his hand. “Glorfindel,” he said, and the other elf shook his hand firmly. Glorfindel held onto that hand for longer than was necessary. But it was the other’s turn to speak, and he still had not received a name yet. He waited, unsurprised when the other’s gaze became cool and assessing. Was his name and reputation a thing he would have to escape from? He thought with a sigh that it probably was.
“Thenindhír,” he answered at last, looking carefully now as if slightly uncertain that the name would please him. Glorfindel was fascinated. Never had he met anyone who gave off so many contradictory signals! He would know this elf even if he did already have a lover.
“I am happy to make your acquaintance,” he replied seriously, with a bow of his head, and Thenindhír actually laughed then at his old-fashioned mannerism. Glorfindel smiled and shook his head, surprised at how easily the advantage was taken from him. Despite Thenindhír’s actions, Glorfindel was a good judge of character, and something about this elf spoke of quiet confidence. He was an enigma. They sat and talked for a while, until it was time to be moving again. They were seen together a good deal after that. Thenindhír didn’t have a lover; something for which Glorfindel was profoundly grateful. He knew it would be easy to fall in love, and it was only a matter of time until he needed something like love. Everyone needed something to fight for, especially in times of war.
To be continued…
Author’s Note: Thank you for reading. Comments and/or constructive criticism welcomed and appreciated. Please review, or email me: pippychick_uk@yahoo.co.uk