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Title: The Fell Winter (2/?)
Author: Aglarien
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: NC-17
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
Beta: Patricia and Lady Mirfain – Thank you Gwathil.
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.
For DarkDreamer
Chapter 2
Glorfindel held the child and looked up at Erestor with shocked eyes.
Erestor’s arms felt empty and the frost returned. Seeing the shocked look in Glorfindel’s eyes, he shook his head, letting the golden elf know he didn’t understand. Finally, a glimmer of what was happening occurred to him when he realized that the child had said “Ada” and not “Daddy”. “Little one,” he said gently “does Glorfindel look like your ada? Did he have golden hair like his, and ears like his?”
Sarah nodded against Glorfindel, and said again, “Ada.”
“Did your mother call you Sarah, little one?” Erestor asked. The little dark head nodded against Glorfindel once more. “What did your ada call you, sweetheart?”
“Riniel.”
Erestor decided to press for more information. “And your brother? What did your mother call your brother?”
“David,” Sarah said, loosening her hold on Glorfindel and turning to Erestor. “Ada called him Melveldir. He said our names were the same in his language as Nana’s names for us.”
“Erestor,” Glorfindel switched to Sindarin from the common tongue they had been speaking, “she speaks too well for a human child of her age, she called me “Ada”, her father looked like me, and he said their elven names were in his language. The healers are amazed that her brother survived and is healing. She and her brother are peredhil (half-elves).”
Speaking in perfect Sindarin, the child responded, “Ada called us his little peredhil.”
Erestor’s jaw dropped. Not only had Glorfindel’s presence opened up the child’s speech, but she spoke Sindarin. Quickly recovering, he continued in Sindarin and asked, “What did your nana call your ada, little one?”
“Anorion,” Riniel answered, “and Nana’s name was Miriam. I miss them, Erestor.” Tears pooled in her eyes. “Can I see Melveldir? They won’t let me see him.”
Several of the healers had gathered around after they saw the child they knew as Sarah throw her arms around Glorfindel’s neck. “We haven’t wanted to upset her, my Lord. Her brother was very severely injured, and has not really been conscious. We have barely managed to get fluids into him every day.” Taurien said.
“I don’t care,” Riniel said. “Please, can I see him? I want to see my brother.”
“Riniel, sweetheart, how old are you?” Erestor asked.
“Twelve,” the child replied, wiping her eyes. “Melveldir is thirty.”
The healers gasped. They had thought the wounded child was perhaps ten or eleven. “Peredhil, my lord?” Taurien asked. “I never would have guessed; their ears are perfectly human. No wonder Melveldir is healing so well. Oh, I am so glad we know his name now.”
“I think perhaps it would be best for Riniel if she could visit with her brother for a little while,” Glorfindel said. When Erestor nodded in agreement, the warrior continued, “Then the two of you are coming with me so I can make sure you have a meal and rest, Erestor.”
Erestor raised an eyebrow at Glorfindel. He wanted to ask why the golden lord would care all of a sudden, but that question would keep until they were not surrounded by healers. Erestor held his arms open for Riniel to move into them. The elfling patted Glorfindel’s face, then moved back into the shelter of Erestor’s arms. “Will you take us to Melveldir now please, Taurien? Lord Glorfindel is right; Riniel needs to see her brother.” As he moved to stand, Erestor was surprised to feel Glorfindel’s hand under his arm to help him up. Nodding his thanks to Glorfindel, he rose and the three of them followed as Taurien led them to Melveldir.
Entering her brother’s room in Erestor’s arms, Riniel let out a little sob as she saw Melveldir in his bed, unconscious and nearly covered in bandages. “I want to talk to him, Erestor, please?”
Erestor gently set the elfling on the bed next to her brother and watched as she tenderly patted his hand. “Please wake up, Vel. It’s me, Rin.”
Glorfindel watched with tears in his eyes as Riniel leaned over and kissed her brother on the brow. “Wake up, brother. Nana and Ada are gone, and I miss you. Please wake up, Vel.”
Taurien brought in a chair for Erestor to sit in and placed it next to the bed. “Please sit, Lord Erestor.”
Erestor gave the healer a brief smile, then sat and took one of Melveldir’s hands into his own. Bending his head down to the elfling’s ear, he whispered. “Won’t you wake for your sister, Vel? She needs you. We are caring for her, but she needs to know her brother will be well.”
Elrond stood in the doorway watching. He had come to check on Erestor, and the healers had told him what had happened, including the fact that Sarah and her brother were really peredhil called Riniel and Melveldir. He entered the room and stood next to Erestor, placing a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “Let me try, Erestor.”
Erestor stood and moved his chair out of way. Elrond moved closer to the bed and gently moved his hands over Melveldir’s body. He finally rested a hand on Melveldir’s brow, allowing his healing energy to pass into the elfling, then said, “Wake now, Melveldir. Come back to us. Come back to the light.”
The elfling’s eyes slowly fluttered open, focusing on Elrond. Feeling a little hand take his, he turned and saw his sister. “Rin.” His voice was raspy. “Nana and Ada?”
Riniel shook her head, then dissolved into tears and laid her head on her brother’s shoulder, sobbing.
“I’ll take care of you, Rin. We’ll be all right,” Melveldir said hoarsely as he wrapped his arm around his little sister. Looking up to Elrond with moist eyes, he asked, “Where are we?”
Elrond smiled down at the elfling who was bravely trying to keep from crying. “You are in Imladris, and I am Lord Elrond.” Taurien brought a cup of tea and he took it from the young healer. Laying his hand on the sobbing Riniel, he said, “Will you let Erestor hold you again, little one, so I can give your brother some tea?”
Riniel nodded, then sat up and held her arms out to Erestor.
Erestor picked up the child and held her close. “It will be all right now, sweetheart. Lord Elrond will take care of Vel and heal him.” He kissed the child on her cheek.
Riniel watched Elrond lift her brother’s head and help him drink the tea. “Does it hurt bad, Vel?”
“No, not any more Rin. It just aches.”
“Melveldir, did you know that I am a peredhel too?” Elrond asked. “Would you and your sister like to stay with us here in Imladris?”
Vel looked at his sister in Erestor’s arms, at the big golden elf who looked so much like his father, and at Lord Elrond. This was a good place. Riniel would be safe here, and he knew even without his injuries he was too young to take good enough care of his sister. “Yes, please, Lord Elrond. When I am better, I can work. I’m good at taking care of horses and Ada taught me a lot about farming. I can work to repay you.”
Elrond smiled. “When you are older you can choose whatever you would like to do, little one. You do not have to repay us. When you are better we will see about finishing your schooling first, all right?”
“You mean we can stay here and you don’t want me to work for you?”
“You are peredhel, little one. You are an elf, and you are among elves now. We will take care of you,” Elrond said gently. “Erestor is going to take care of Riniel until you are better, and then we will decide which of us you will live with and who will be responsible for you.”
Erestor’s decision was made in an instant. Here finally was a child he already loved dearly that he would not have to give up, and he was sure he would love her brother as well. “I will care for them, Elrond. They will live with me.”
Elrond smiled. This could not be better for Erestor, and from what he could see of the children, he was sure they would be his friend’s salvation from all his heartbreak. “Very well, Erestor, if it is all right with Riniel and Melveldir?”
“Is that all right with you, sweetheart?” Erestor asked Riniel. “Would you like to live with me?”
Riniel nodded and then looked at her brother. “Please say yes, Vel. You’ll like Erestor. Really you will. He’s so nice, and he reads me stories and everything.”
“All right, Rin. Yes,” Vel answered, mainly because he saw how Erestor cared about Riniel. “Thank you, Erestor. Thank you for taking care of Rin for me.”
“You do not have to thank me, little one. Just get well for us,” Erestor said, smiling at the elfling.
Melveldir sighed and closed his eyes. “I am so tired. Can I go back to sleep now, Lord Elrond?”
“As soon as you eat something, little one,” Elrond said. “You have been asleep for many days now, and you must eat. I will make you some tea that will make you feel better, and then you can sleep.” He looked at Glorfindel, who had been silently waiting and watching. “Glorfindel, why don’t you take Erestor and Riniel back to the house and see that they eat and rest.”
“Are we going to stay with you too, Glorfindel? Are you going to take care of us too?” Riniel asked. She was too young to understand that Erestor had become the one thing she could hold on to, her shelter in the storm of her life. She loved the generous hearted elf, but for some reason she liked the big golden elf and wanted him close now as well.
“If it is all right with Erestor, little Rin, I would very much like to help him take care of you.” Glorfindel looked hopefully at Erestor.
Erestor felt like he was missing something. Things were happening so fast, and he was tired and cold. Riniel had been drawn to Glorfindel and called him “Ada” because he looked like her father, so having Glorfindel around would be good for both her and her brother. Feeling like he could use the help right now, he decided he would worry about Glorfindel’s motivation later. He never had a doubt that Glorfindel was a good elf. He had always been able to see the pure light of Glorfindel’s soul shining brightly, and so he answered, “Thank you, Glorfindel. I would like that.”
Tbc…
Sarah: Lady or princess
Riniel: Crowned lady
David: Beloved
Melveldir: Beloved friend
Peredhel: Half-elf (singular)
Peredhil: Half-elf (plural)
Author: Aglarien
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: NC-17
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
Beta: Patricia and Lady Mirfain – Thank you Gwathil.
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.
For DarkDreamer
Chapter 2
Glorfindel held the child and looked up at Erestor with shocked eyes.
Erestor’s arms felt empty and the frost returned. Seeing the shocked look in Glorfindel’s eyes, he shook his head, letting the golden elf know he didn’t understand. Finally, a glimmer of what was happening occurred to him when he realized that the child had said “Ada” and not “Daddy”. “Little one,” he said gently “does Glorfindel look like your ada? Did he have golden hair like his, and ears like his?”
Sarah nodded against Glorfindel, and said again, “Ada.”
“Did your mother call you Sarah, little one?” Erestor asked. The little dark head nodded against Glorfindel once more. “What did your ada call you, sweetheart?”
“Riniel.”
Erestor decided to press for more information. “And your brother? What did your mother call your brother?”
“David,” Sarah said, loosening her hold on Glorfindel and turning to Erestor. “Ada called him Melveldir. He said our names were the same in his language as Nana’s names for us.”
“Erestor,” Glorfindel switched to Sindarin from the common tongue they had been speaking, “she speaks too well for a human child of her age, she called me “Ada”, her father looked like me, and he said their elven names were in his language. The healers are amazed that her brother survived and is healing. She and her brother are peredhil (half-elves).”
Speaking in perfect Sindarin, the child responded, “Ada called us his little peredhil.”
Erestor’s jaw dropped. Not only had Glorfindel’s presence opened up the child’s speech, but she spoke Sindarin. Quickly recovering, he continued in Sindarin and asked, “What did your nana call your ada, little one?”
“Anorion,” Riniel answered, “and Nana’s name was Miriam. I miss them, Erestor.” Tears pooled in her eyes. “Can I see Melveldir? They won’t let me see him.”
Several of the healers had gathered around after they saw the child they knew as Sarah throw her arms around Glorfindel’s neck. “We haven’t wanted to upset her, my Lord. Her brother was very severely injured, and has not really been conscious. We have barely managed to get fluids into him every day.” Taurien said.
“I don’t care,” Riniel said. “Please, can I see him? I want to see my brother.”
“Riniel, sweetheart, how old are you?” Erestor asked.
“Twelve,” the child replied, wiping her eyes. “Melveldir is thirty.”
The healers gasped. They had thought the wounded child was perhaps ten or eleven. “Peredhil, my lord?” Taurien asked. “I never would have guessed; their ears are perfectly human. No wonder Melveldir is healing so well. Oh, I am so glad we know his name now.”
“I think perhaps it would be best for Riniel if she could visit with her brother for a little while,” Glorfindel said. When Erestor nodded in agreement, the warrior continued, “Then the two of you are coming with me so I can make sure you have a meal and rest, Erestor.”
Erestor raised an eyebrow at Glorfindel. He wanted to ask why the golden lord would care all of a sudden, but that question would keep until they were not surrounded by healers. Erestor held his arms open for Riniel to move into them. The elfling patted Glorfindel’s face, then moved back into the shelter of Erestor’s arms. “Will you take us to Melveldir now please, Taurien? Lord Glorfindel is right; Riniel needs to see her brother.” As he moved to stand, Erestor was surprised to feel Glorfindel’s hand under his arm to help him up. Nodding his thanks to Glorfindel, he rose and the three of them followed as Taurien led them to Melveldir.
Entering her brother’s room in Erestor’s arms, Riniel let out a little sob as she saw Melveldir in his bed, unconscious and nearly covered in bandages. “I want to talk to him, Erestor, please?”
Erestor gently set the elfling on the bed next to her brother and watched as she tenderly patted his hand. “Please wake up, Vel. It’s me, Rin.”
Glorfindel watched with tears in his eyes as Riniel leaned over and kissed her brother on the brow. “Wake up, brother. Nana and Ada are gone, and I miss you. Please wake up, Vel.”
Taurien brought in a chair for Erestor to sit in and placed it next to the bed. “Please sit, Lord Erestor.”
Erestor gave the healer a brief smile, then sat and took one of Melveldir’s hands into his own. Bending his head down to the elfling’s ear, he whispered. “Won’t you wake for your sister, Vel? She needs you. We are caring for her, but she needs to know her brother will be well.”
Elrond stood in the doorway watching. He had come to check on Erestor, and the healers had told him what had happened, including the fact that Sarah and her brother were really peredhil called Riniel and Melveldir. He entered the room and stood next to Erestor, placing a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “Let me try, Erestor.”
Erestor stood and moved his chair out of way. Elrond moved closer to the bed and gently moved his hands over Melveldir’s body. He finally rested a hand on Melveldir’s brow, allowing his healing energy to pass into the elfling, then said, “Wake now, Melveldir. Come back to us. Come back to the light.”
The elfling’s eyes slowly fluttered open, focusing on Elrond. Feeling a little hand take his, he turned and saw his sister. “Rin.” His voice was raspy. “Nana and Ada?”
Riniel shook her head, then dissolved into tears and laid her head on her brother’s shoulder, sobbing.
“I’ll take care of you, Rin. We’ll be all right,” Melveldir said hoarsely as he wrapped his arm around his little sister. Looking up to Elrond with moist eyes, he asked, “Where are we?”
Elrond smiled down at the elfling who was bravely trying to keep from crying. “You are in Imladris, and I am Lord Elrond.” Taurien brought a cup of tea and he took it from the young healer. Laying his hand on the sobbing Riniel, he said, “Will you let Erestor hold you again, little one, so I can give your brother some tea?”
Riniel nodded, then sat up and held her arms out to Erestor.
Erestor picked up the child and held her close. “It will be all right now, sweetheart. Lord Elrond will take care of Vel and heal him.” He kissed the child on her cheek.
Riniel watched Elrond lift her brother’s head and help him drink the tea. “Does it hurt bad, Vel?”
“No, not any more Rin. It just aches.”
“Melveldir, did you know that I am a peredhel too?” Elrond asked. “Would you and your sister like to stay with us here in Imladris?”
Vel looked at his sister in Erestor’s arms, at the big golden elf who looked so much like his father, and at Lord Elrond. This was a good place. Riniel would be safe here, and he knew even without his injuries he was too young to take good enough care of his sister. “Yes, please, Lord Elrond. When I am better, I can work. I’m good at taking care of horses and Ada taught me a lot about farming. I can work to repay you.”
Elrond smiled. “When you are older you can choose whatever you would like to do, little one. You do not have to repay us. When you are better we will see about finishing your schooling first, all right?”
“You mean we can stay here and you don’t want me to work for you?”
“You are peredhel, little one. You are an elf, and you are among elves now. We will take care of you,” Elrond said gently. “Erestor is going to take care of Riniel until you are better, and then we will decide which of us you will live with and who will be responsible for you.”
Erestor’s decision was made in an instant. Here finally was a child he already loved dearly that he would not have to give up, and he was sure he would love her brother as well. “I will care for them, Elrond. They will live with me.”
Elrond smiled. This could not be better for Erestor, and from what he could see of the children, he was sure they would be his friend’s salvation from all his heartbreak. “Very well, Erestor, if it is all right with Riniel and Melveldir?”
“Is that all right with you, sweetheart?” Erestor asked Riniel. “Would you like to live with me?”
Riniel nodded and then looked at her brother. “Please say yes, Vel. You’ll like Erestor. Really you will. He’s so nice, and he reads me stories and everything.”
“All right, Rin. Yes,” Vel answered, mainly because he saw how Erestor cared about Riniel. “Thank you, Erestor. Thank you for taking care of Rin for me.”
“You do not have to thank me, little one. Just get well for us,” Erestor said, smiling at the elfling.
Melveldir sighed and closed his eyes. “I am so tired. Can I go back to sleep now, Lord Elrond?”
“As soon as you eat something, little one,” Elrond said. “You have been asleep for many days now, and you must eat. I will make you some tea that will make you feel better, and then you can sleep.” He looked at Glorfindel, who had been silently waiting and watching. “Glorfindel, why don’t you take Erestor and Riniel back to the house and see that they eat and rest.”
“Are we going to stay with you too, Glorfindel? Are you going to take care of us too?” Riniel asked. She was too young to understand that Erestor had become the one thing she could hold on to, her shelter in the storm of her life. She loved the generous hearted elf, but for some reason she liked the big golden elf and wanted him close now as well.
“If it is all right with Erestor, little Rin, I would very much like to help him take care of you.” Glorfindel looked hopefully at Erestor.
Erestor felt like he was missing something. Things were happening so fast, and he was tired and cold. Riniel had been drawn to Glorfindel and called him “Ada” because he looked like her father, so having Glorfindel around would be good for both her and her brother. Feeling like he could use the help right now, he decided he would worry about Glorfindel’s motivation later. He never had a doubt that Glorfindel was a good elf. He had always been able to see the pure light of Glorfindel’s soul shining brightly, and so he answered, “Thank you, Glorfindel. I would like that.”
Tbc…
Sarah: Lady or princess
Riniel: Crowned lady
David: Beloved
Melveldir: Beloved friend
Peredhel: Half-elf (singular)
Peredhil: Half-elf (plural)