The night of Doom and Love
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Chapter 2.
“Glorfindel of Gondolin.”
“Aye, my lord?”
“You are bidden to return, Glorfindel of Gondolin.”
“What do you mean? Did I not I come here by Flame and Shadow? I thought my fate fulfilled.”
“It is not. There are two of the Firstborn who still need you.”
“Who? Who they are? My King and my family are here with me. Or in Aman, forever safe and happy.”
“One is Elrond the Peredhel, son of Eärendil. You are to serve him and his future family.”
“And the other one?”
“Elrond will tell you.”
And so Glorfindel returned, to yet again fulfill his destiny he once thought done. Now he was to serve his dearest friend’s heir and grandson. He thought of that other Elf whom he was bidden to serve, but could not remember anyone who needed him so desperately.
To whom was Glorfindel’s fate bound?
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“You really are Glorfindel of Gondolin, the Balrog-slayer who saved my family?” Elrond was stunned, but Glorfindel succeeded in convincing him as to the validity of his identity. Once established, Elrond nodded his head in greeting, then added gravely,
“I admit freely that your appearance was truly unexpected, so I pray that you pardon my doubts. But it is well and good that you are here. There is someone who is in great need of you, far so than myself.”
Again Glorfindel was beset with curiosity.
“What in the name of the Valar do you mean? There is no one from my own family, and nearly no one from yours, my lord, if I may speak so boldly.”
Elrond merely smiled.
“Do you remember that little elfling whom you saved from Maeglin, and then from the doomed city?”
Glorfindel’s heart almost stopped.
“What! You mean…Erestor! Is he here?”
Elrond nodded.
“Erestor is my servant. But he is a very lonely and troubled soul. He believes that I do not notice, but I worry about him.”
“He was an incredible elfling. Beautiful and with a great spirit. Have you any reason why he is sorely troubled,” Glorfindel asked concerned.
“He is indeed beautiful still, and his spirit is still great,” Elrond conceded. “I would make him my chief counselor for he is wise beyond all reckoning, and yet I cannot.”
“Whyever not?”
“Because…he is not considered an adult in the eyes of our kind. He repeatedly refuses his majority ritual, and without it…I can do nothing.”
That puzzled Glorfindel, who remembered how eager he’d been to prove himself of age.
“Has he given any reason for his decision?”
Elrond’s eyes fixed upon Glorfindel.
“Indeed. He refuses, he says, because the only one he ever allowed to touch him is dead…and he will not accept any other comfort. He is very beautiful, and desired by many. But nay, he will have none of them.”
“Ai Erestor”, Glorfindel groaned inwardly.
“ You cannot do this to yourself”.
He tried to explain to the other Elf.
“Are you aware of what Maeglin tried to do to him…?”
“Aye,” Elrond responded gravely. “He told me that Maeglin tried to rape him, and would have succeeded, if you had not come to his aid.”
“Has anything else happened to him since then…why would Erestor chose to live in such a way?”
“I can assure you nay! No one dares to touch him now without his permission. Erestor is extremely proficient with weapons, especially with swords and knives…”
There was at least some comfort in that. The elfling would no longer fall prey to the lust of others. Glorfindel felt a certain pride in his Erestor’s accomplishments.
My Erestor? When did that happen?
In his heart, Glorfindel knew the answer. It was a foolish question, but he had to ask it. Perhaps…and hope blossomed and faded within him.
“So if Erestor will have no one here, who is the only one who holds his heart?”
Elrond did not answer. He did not have to.
“I see…then I see that I must go to him”, Glorfindel said weakly. Could he help Erestor?
“Indeed you must,” Elrond intoned, “But remember this...Erestor’s life had been very lonely. His decision made him mocked by many, and he is suffering. I do so hope you can ease his pain.”
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Glorfindel followed Elrond’s instructions and found Erestor sitting under a big mallorn just outside of the city. When Erestor saw Glorfindel striding towards him, he nearly rose to run away as if seeing a spectre.
He had wanted to be alone with his memories and hopes.
He saw the golden locks dancing in the wind and those beautiful azure eyes he’d never forgotten, he felt his knees weaken.
“It cannot be! Glorfindel? But I thought you were dead!”
“I was, pen-neth,” the Elf answered gravely. “It appears that my work here is not yet done. I have been summoned back…for you.”
Erestor was rendered speechless, his eyes wide with shock.
“This cannot be…I dream, or mine eyes are deceived by some spell.”
Glorfindel smiled thinly but with warmth.
“Nae, Erestor, I assure you that I am very much alive…and I am glad to see you are as well.”
Erestor threw himself into Glorfindel’s arms, embraced him as if to reassure himself that the other Elf was indeed real.
When he felt strong arms twine around his body, and warm lips against his cheek, he knew. Glorfindel of Gondolin was really here, with him. Suddenly all the years of loneliness, of a hopeless longing and unfulfilled desire melted away.
Glorfindel felt Erestor shaking with a myriad of emotions, and merely held him close. When he felt young elf growing calmer, he pulled back a little and looked him over carefully.
“Sweet Elbereth, Erestor. You indeed have grown up, and you are just as stunning as I remembered!”
Erestor was almost as tall as himself, fairly slender but strong. The eyes had yet to lose that amazing luminescent quality and the skin he could feel beneath his hands was softer than the finest silk.
Glorfindel could not help it. He leaned closer again, and tentatively pressed his lips against Erestor’s soft mouth.
That first kiss nearly shattered his mind from the intensity of the feelings that surged to the fore.
*Ai, Glorfindel*…Erestor whispered into the kiss.
Only thing mattered now…Glorfindel, this embrace, gentle but full of passion.
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“I have ceased to be an elfling, Glorfindel! I simply do not want any celebrations for my majority ritual.”
Glorfindel chuckled as his gaze wandered over Erestor’s lean body.
“Indeed you are no elfling, meleth nín (my love), but are you certain about the celebration? I want to give you everything I can, to make you happy.”
“You are with me, and that is more than enough to make me happy. Except…” Erestor’s voice trailed and he looked suddenly nervous.
“What is it, pen-neth (young one)…tell me. You know that I cannot deny you anything. I have loved you since I first laid my eyes upon you.”
Erestor drew in a deep breath, his eyes never once leaving Glorfindel’s face.
“I…want to bind myself to you. I want to know that I am yours and only yours till the end of Arda.”
Glorfindel felt his heart almost burst with love. Erestor’s simple declaration stirred his very soul, and he felt hot tears begin to well in his eyes.
“Erestor…melamin (love)…I said…I’ll give you everything, and if you want to be mine forever, so will it be.” Glorfindel replied, his voice thick with emotion.
Through a small smile, Erestor bowed his head.
“Before you bind yourself to me, there is one more thing you should know. That night…when Maeglin tried to force himself upon me…what he said to you about my mother…it was true…” Erestor couldn’t continue, simply waited for the condemnation in Glorfindel’s eyes.
There would be none as the other Elf reached out with tender fingers and stroked his cheek.
“Do not chastise yourself, nor judge your mother for the choices she made in her life. You are different and therefore not destined to walk her same path. You are Erestor from Gondolin…fair, beautiful, and loyal beyond death. Elrond trusts your wisdom above many others and wishes to make you his chief counselor.” Glorfindel raised Erestor’s chin until their eyes met again.
“And I love you so very much that words fail me. Le annon veleth nín…I give my love to you.”
And before Erestor could speak again, Glorfindel took his hand and began the heartfelt vow, which would bind them together, forever.
“I love you more than life itself, and my home is in your heart, now and forever. Linnon am meleth vîn… For you my soul is singing, for you and only you my heart is pounding. You are the only love of my life, the other part of my soul, my beloved and cherished spouse from this moment till eternity. Every day I thank Valar for you, for your love, for your very being.”
Erestor listened Glorfindel’s warm, mellifluous voice, his eyes filled with the wonder and miracle of love. Was it merely a few days ago that he’d been resigned to a life bereft of this powerful being who’d captured his heart from the first? He could hardly believe that this was really happening.
Glorfindel was with him…wanted him…wanted to be his…forever.
There was no hesitation, no doubt as Erestor repeated the words from his heart:
“I love you more than life itself, and my home is in your heart, now and forever. Linnon am meleth vîn… For you my soul is singing, for you and only you my heart is pounding. You are the only love of my life, the other part of my soul, my beloved and cherished spouse from this moment till eternity. Every day I thank Valar for you, for your love, for your very being.”
And after the last words faded to become stars in the firmament of love, he was in Glorfindel’s arms, captured in a breathless, loving kiss.
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“Erestor…melamin…I will never let you go…” Glorfindel whispered between their shared kisses.
“Let’s go home,” Erestor said, shaking from the force of something he never imagined he’d ever feel.
“I do not want to wait anymore. I want to be yours…in all ways…”
Glorfindel laughed thickly at the desparate need that echoed his own.
“Melin ceni hin lîn síla i 'eladhach. (*I love to see your eyes shine when you laugh.*)
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Many saw them as they walked hand in hand through the city, but the new lovers had eyes only for each other.
No one disturbed their quiet sojourn, even to offer felicitations and long life. They merely wondered what had happened to the Erestor they were familiar with – cold, distant and lonely – whom no one had ever been allowed to know. They could easily see he was a totally different being now, almost luminous with love.
Moreover, the same emotions radiated from his unknown companion’s face.
“Aye, my lord?”
“You are bidden to return, Glorfindel of Gondolin.”
“What do you mean? Did I not I come here by Flame and Shadow? I thought my fate fulfilled.”
“It is not. There are two of the Firstborn who still need you.”
“Who? Who they are? My King and my family are here with me. Or in Aman, forever safe and happy.”
“One is Elrond the Peredhel, son of Eärendil. You are to serve him and his future family.”
“And the other one?”
“Elrond will tell you.”
And so Glorfindel returned, to yet again fulfill his destiny he once thought done. Now he was to serve his dearest friend’s heir and grandson. He thought of that other Elf whom he was bidden to serve, but could not remember anyone who needed him so desperately.
To whom was Glorfindel’s fate bound?
*************************************************************************************************************************************
“You really are Glorfindel of Gondolin, the Balrog-slayer who saved my family?” Elrond was stunned, but Glorfindel succeeded in convincing him as to the validity of his identity. Once established, Elrond nodded his head in greeting, then added gravely,
“I admit freely that your appearance was truly unexpected, so I pray that you pardon my doubts. But it is well and good that you are here. There is someone who is in great need of you, far so than myself.”
Again Glorfindel was beset with curiosity.
“What in the name of the Valar do you mean? There is no one from my own family, and nearly no one from yours, my lord, if I may speak so boldly.”
Elrond merely smiled.
“Do you remember that little elfling whom you saved from Maeglin, and then from the doomed city?”
Glorfindel’s heart almost stopped.
“What! You mean…Erestor! Is he here?”
Elrond nodded.
“Erestor is my servant. But he is a very lonely and troubled soul. He believes that I do not notice, but I worry about him.”
“He was an incredible elfling. Beautiful and with a great spirit. Have you any reason why he is sorely troubled,” Glorfindel asked concerned.
“He is indeed beautiful still, and his spirit is still great,” Elrond conceded. “I would make him my chief counselor for he is wise beyond all reckoning, and yet I cannot.”
“Whyever not?”
“Because…he is not considered an adult in the eyes of our kind. He repeatedly refuses his majority ritual, and without it…I can do nothing.”
That puzzled Glorfindel, who remembered how eager he’d been to prove himself of age.
“Has he given any reason for his decision?”
Elrond’s eyes fixed upon Glorfindel.
“Indeed. He refuses, he says, because the only one he ever allowed to touch him is dead…and he will not accept any other comfort. He is very beautiful, and desired by many. But nay, he will have none of them.”
“Ai Erestor”, Glorfindel groaned inwardly.
“ You cannot do this to yourself”.
He tried to explain to the other Elf.
“Are you aware of what Maeglin tried to do to him…?”
“Aye,” Elrond responded gravely. “He told me that Maeglin tried to rape him, and would have succeeded, if you had not come to his aid.”
“Has anything else happened to him since then…why would Erestor chose to live in such a way?”
“I can assure you nay! No one dares to touch him now without his permission. Erestor is extremely proficient with weapons, especially with swords and knives…”
There was at least some comfort in that. The elfling would no longer fall prey to the lust of others. Glorfindel felt a certain pride in his Erestor’s accomplishments.
My Erestor? When did that happen?
In his heart, Glorfindel knew the answer. It was a foolish question, but he had to ask it. Perhaps…and hope blossomed and faded within him.
“So if Erestor will have no one here, who is the only one who holds his heart?”
Elrond did not answer. He did not have to.
“I see…then I see that I must go to him”, Glorfindel said weakly. Could he help Erestor?
“Indeed you must,” Elrond intoned, “But remember this...Erestor’s life had been very lonely. His decision made him mocked by many, and he is suffering. I do so hope you can ease his pain.”
***************************************************************************************************************************************
Glorfindel followed Elrond’s instructions and found Erestor sitting under a big mallorn just outside of the city. When Erestor saw Glorfindel striding towards him, he nearly rose to run away as if seeing a spectre.
He had wanted to be alone with his memories and hopes.
He saw the golden locks dancing in the wind and those beautiful azure eyes he’d never forgotten, he felt his knees weaken.
“It cannot be! Glorfindel? But I thought you were dead!”
“I was, pen-neth,” the Elf answered gravely. “It appears that my work here is not yet done. I have been summoned back…for you.”
Erestor was rendered speechless, his eyes wide with shock.
“This cannot be…I dream, or mine eyes are deceived by some spell.”
Glorfindel smiled thinly but with warmth.
“Nae, Erestor, I assure you that I am very much alive…and I am glad to see you are as well.”
Erestor threw himself into Glorfindel’s arms, embraced him as if to reassure himself that the other Elf was indeed real.
When he felt strong arms twine around his body, and warm lips against his cheek, he knew. Glorfindel of Gondolin was really here, with him. Suddenly all the years of loneliness, of a hopeless longing and unfulfilled desire melted away.
Glorfindel felt Erestor shaking with a myriad of emotions, and merely held him close. When he felt young elf growing calmer, he pulled back a little and looked him over carefully.
“Sweet Elbereth, Erestor. You indeed have grown up, and you are just as stunning as I remembered!”
Erestor was almost as tall as himself, fairly slender but strong. The eyes had yet to lose that amazing luminescent quality and the skin he could feel beneath his hands was softer than the finest silk.
Glorfindel could not help it. He leaned closer again, and tentatively pressed his lips against Erestor’s soft mouth.
That first kiss nearly shattered his mind from the intensity of the feelings that surged to the fore.
*Ai, Glorfindel*…Erestor whispered into the kiss.
Only thing mattered now…Glorfindel, this embrace, gentle but full of passion.
*************************************************************************************************************************************
“I have ceased to be an elfling, Glorfindel! I simply do not want any celebrations for my majority ritual.”
Glorfindel chuckled as his gaze wandered over Erestor’s lean body.
“Indeed you are no elfling, meleth nín (my love), but are you certain about the celebration? I want to give you everything I can, to make you happy.”
“You are with me, and that is more than enough to make me happy. Except…” Erestor’s voice trailed and he looked suddenly nervous.
“What is it, pen-neth (young one)…tell me. You know that I cannot deny you anything. I have loved you since I first laid my eyes upon you.”
Erestor drew in a deep breath, his eyes never once leaving Glorfindel’s face.
“I…want to bind myself to you. I want to know that I am yours and only yours till the end of Arda.”
Glorfindel felt his heart almost burst with love. Erestor’s simple declaration stirred his very soul, and he felt hot tears begin to well in his eyes.
“Erestor…melamin (love)…I said…I’ll give you everything, and if you want to be mine forever, so will it be.” Glorfindel replied, his voice thick with emotion.
Through a small smile, Erestor bowed his head.
“Before you bind yourself to me, there is one more thing you should know. That night…when Maeglin tried to force himself upon me…what he said to you about my mother…it was true…” Erestor couldn’t continue, simply waited for the condemnation in Glorfindel’s eyes.
There would be none as the other Elf reached out with tender fingers and stroked his cheek.
“Do not chastise yourself, nor judge your mother for the choices she made in her life. You are different and therefore not destined to walk her same path. You are Erestor from Gondolin…fair, beautiful, and loyal beyond death. Elrond trusts your wisdom above many others and wishes to make you his chief counselor.” Glorfindel raised Erestor’s chin until their eyes met again.
“And I love you so very much that words fail me. Le annon veleth nín…I give my love to you.”
And before Erestor could speak again, Glorfindel took his hand and began the heartfelt vow, which would bind them together, forever.
“I love you more than life itself, and my home is in your heart, now and forever. Linnon am meleth vîn… For you my soul is singing, for you and only you my heart is pounding. You are the only love of my life, the other part of my soul, my beloved and cherished spouse from this moment till eternity. Every day I thank Valar for you, for your love, for your very being.”
Erestor listened Glorfindel’s warm, mellifluous voice, his eyes filled with the wonder and miracle of love. Was it merely a few days ago that he’d been resigned to a life bereft of this powerful being who’d captured his heart from the first? He could hardly believe that this was really happening.
Glorfindel was with him…wanted him…wanted to be his…forever.
There was no hesitation, no doubt as Erestor repeated the words from his heart:
“I love you more than life itself, and my home is in your heart, now and forever. Linnon am meleth vîn… For you my soul is singing, for you and only you my heart is pounding. You are the only love of my life, the other part of my soul, my beloved and cherished spouse from this moment till eternity. Every day I thank Valar for you, for your love, for your very being.”
And after the last words faded to become stars in the firmament of love, he was in Glorfindel’s arms, captured in a breathless, loving kiss.
***************************************************************************************************************************************
“Erestor…melamin…I will never let you go…” Glorfindel whispered between their shared kisses.
“Let’s go home,” Erestor said, shaking from the force of something he never imagined he’d ever feel.
“I do not want to wait anymore. I want to be yours…in all ways…”
Glorfindel laughed thickly at the desparate need that echoed his own.
“Melin ceni hin lîn síla i 'eladhach. (*I love to see your eyes shine when you laugh.*)
***************************************************************************************************************************************
Many saw them as they walked hand in hand through the city, but the new lovers had eyes only for each other.
No one disturbed their quiet sojourn, even to offer felicitations and long life. They merely wondered what had happened to the Erestor they were familiar with – cold, distant and lonely – whom no one had ever been allowed to know. They could easily see he was a totally different being now, almost luminous with love.
Moreover, the same emotions radiated from his unknown companion’s face.