Shadows Of The Past
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Adult ++
Chapters:
20
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17
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Epilogue
Kalima - Thanks so much for the FB. About the translations, I am divided. When I first joined the fandom, I was relatively new to LOTR, the books, so I liked to read the translations within the text. But, I have been debating on changing my translations for awhile. I will thing about changing them in future stories.
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Title: Shadows of The Past (20/20)
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 and Lindir is around 29 yrs old which is about 10 human yrs. old.
Epilogue
Erestor and Glorfindel stood at the railing, looking out onto the water as the boat made its way towards the far horizon. Erestor had not told anyone, barely allowing himself to hope, that Gelduron would be awaiting him upon the white shores that was their present destination. His heart was torn, he yearned to sail to Aman, but still it was hard to leave his home and those that stayed behind. As if sensing his disquieted thoughts, Glorfindel drew Erestor to his side, wrapping his arms about his hervenn (husband). Erestor sighed as he leaned against his mate, drawing on his strength until he heard the faint strains of music fill the air. Turning to look behind him, he spied Lindir playing his flute as he sat next to the Halfling, Frodo, who held Elenath, whom had taken a liking to the Hobbit upon his first appearance to the Hidden Valley. It was not out of the ordinary for Frodo to find that he had a shadow since then, always the feline seemed to be near him and had since their departure from Middle-Earth, been his constant companion, giving much solace to the still grieving Halfling. Sitting not far from them, was Gandalf and the other Hobbit, Bilbo, who since the beginning of their journey, seemed to rally his strength and had more spryness to his steps.
There were many that had sailed with them, but there were a very precious few that did not sail, and one who would never see the white shores of Aman. Erestor let his eyes roam the deck and spied the Lady Galadriel and Lord Elrond, both who gazed towards the way they had come. Erestor was saddened by the fact that, even though he had his family with him, Glorfindel and his adopted ion, Lindir, Elrond and Galadriel were leaving their loved ones behind.
Glorfindel tightened his arm around Erestor and whispered, “Meleth (Love), Elrond will work through his pain, in time. He is strong and he and the Lady Celebrían will rejoice in their reunion and help each other through their grief.”
Erestor nodded, “Yes, I know. It just seems so unfair that Elrond should have to suffer so much loss in his life. He has been standing at the bow of the ship nigh the whole time since our departure.”
Elrond’s gaze kept a steady vigil on the horizon that he has ceased to be able to see since they had past the veil of Arda into Aman. His heart was torn, felt as if it would never heal. His children he left behind, one that he would never see again. It was a bittersweet joy giving his daughter to her destined beloved, knowing that she would be forever lost to him. But the happiness that lit her whole being at joining with her mate alleviated some of his pain. His thoughts turned to his ionnath (sons) and guilt filled his heart.
Lady Galadriel felt the turmoil that was going through Elrond and she could understand some of what he was going through. She was leaving behind her beloved grandsons, Arwen, her precious granddaughter, whom so resembled her Naneth (Mother) on the inside, and her hervenn. She knew that there were still things for Celeborn to do and that he was not ready yet to sail, but still it was hard to leave him. Placing her hand on top of Elrond’s, she said, “Do not worry Elrond. Arwen will have her brothers with her to help her when Estel’s end comes.”
Elrond took a deep breath before saying, “Yes. That at least helps ease my heart and mind, but I fear that I have dishonored ionnath nín.”
Galadriel frowned and asked, “What do you speak of?”
Unable to look at her, he kept his eyes on the sea as he told of how he forced the twins’ compliance with choosing the way of the Eldar. How he used guilt to make them swear an oath that they would sail after their sister was no more. “It was their choice and yet I pushed them. Even now, I do not know if I would have done it differently. Now I have to go to Celebrían and to tell her that she will never see her daughter and that I forced an oath onto her ionnath.”
Galadriel shook her head, “No matter what you think, you could never force that choice on them, and you know that deep down. They will choose the Eldar way because that is what their faer (souls) yearn for.”
Elrond sighed as peace settled over him as Galadriel turned him and placed a kiss upon his brow. He knew now that it was just his grief and pain that was filling him with doubt. He would have to trust in Eru that his daughter would find her rest when it was her time. Elrond looked deeply into Galadriel’s eyes and spoke softly, “Hannon le (Thank you).”
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It was a crisp bright morning when the call rang out, white shores sighted ahead. Eager elves lined the railings as the boat made its way towards the beach and the berth that waited. At first, all that could be seen were dots moving to and fro along the wooden docks and beaches. Great buildings rose high in sky, dotting the green hills, glistening in the sun. It was such a magnificent sight, a mixture of silver and golden hues, which brought forth approving murmurs from many. When the boat drew near enough to make out the faces that stood waiting for the newcomers, a shocked gasp came from the dark-hair Advisor.
Glorfindel looked at his mate and when he saw tears pool in Erestor’s dark eyes, he covered Erestor’s hand with his and said, “Es…Es…Erestor?!”
Erestor looked up at Glorfindel and smiled brightly, “Gelduron!”
Glorfindel’s eyes widened in shock but he felt his mate’s joy and he was happy because of it. He would not have asked for a better homecoming than to have his hervenn reunited with his meldir (m. friend). Hugging Erestor close, they waited until the boat docked. In their excitement, neither one noticed the quiet white-haired ellon (m. elf) that stood next to them with a thoughtful expression on his face, nor the way his body tensed as the boat came to a stop and the rope was thrown to the elves that waited to secure the moorings.
The second the gangplank was lowered, Erestor broke free from Glorfindel’s embrace, and hurried to the ellon who waited with open arms. “Oof!” Gelduron gasped as Erestor launched himself into his arms.
Erestor tightened his arms about Gelduron’s neck and said tearfully, “I cannot believe you are truly here! I am so happy to see you, mellon nín (my friend)!”
Gelduron managed to pry Erestor’s arms from his neck so he could look into his meldir’s eyes. He smiled happily, “I told you that I would be here waiting, did I not?”
Erestor’s eyes widened. He had thought, over time, that the dream which had seemed so real at the time was just that, a dream. He gasped, “I had thought that dream was just my imagination!”
Gelduron chuckled as he shook his head no then looked up at the two ellyn (pl. m. elf) that approached. When his eyes lighted upon the ethereal white-haired ellon, he felt his heart summersault inside his chest. He stood there, not hearing anything Erestor was saying until he heard the name Lindir, and in that name, a peace settled within his faer truly for the first time since his death. Coming to stand before the Minstrel, he bowed low and whispered, “I am Gelduron.”
Erestor blinked in confusion at Gelduron’s weird behavior but when he looked to Lindir and saw his rosy cheeks and the adoration that filled his eyes as his ion gazed down at Gelduron, he suddenly knew why Lindir had never bonded. Gelduron was waiting for him.
The End
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Title: Shadows of The Past (20/20)
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 and Lindir is around 29 yrs old which is about 10 human yrs. old.
Epilogue
Erestor and Glorfindel stood at the railing, looking out onto the water as the boat made its way towards the far horizon. Erestor had not told anyone, barely allowing himself to hope, that Gelduron would be awaiting him upon the white shores that was their present destination. His heart was torn, he yearned to sail to Aman, but still it was hard to leave his home and those that stayed behind. As if sensing his disquieted thoughts, Glorfindel drew Erestor to his side, wrapping his arms about his hervenn (husband). Erestor sighed as he leaned against his mate, drawing on his strength until he heard the faint strains of music fill the air. Turning to look behind him, he spied Lindir playing his flute as he sat next to the Halfling, Frodo, who held Elenath, whom had taken a liking to the Hobbit upon his first appearance to the Hidden Valley. It was not out of the ordinary for Frodo to find that he had a shadow since then, always the feline seemed to be near him and had since their departure from Middle-Earth, been his constant companion, giving much solace to the still grieving Halfling. Sitting not far from them, was Gandalf and the other Hobbit, Bilbo, who since the beginning of their journey, seemed to rally his strength and had more spryness to his steps.
There were many that had sailed with them, but there were a very precious few that did not sail, and one who would never see the white shores of Aman. Erestor let his eyes roam the deck and spied the Lady Galadriel and Lord Elrond, both who gazed towards the way they had come. Erestor was saddened by the fact that, even though he had his family with him, Glorfindel and his adopted ion, Lindir, Elrond and Galadriel were leaving their loved ones behind.
Glorfindel tightened his arm around Erestor and whispered, “Meleth (Love), Elrond will work through his pain, in time. He is strong and he and the Lady Celebrían will rejoice in their reunion and help each other through their grief.”
Erestor nodded, “Yes, I know. It just seems so unfair that Elrond should have to suffer so much loss in his life. He has been standing at the bow of the ship nigh the whole time since our departure.”
Elrond’s gaze kept a steady vigil on the horizon that he has ceased to be able to see since they had past the veil of Arda into Aman. His heart was torn, felt as if it would never heal. His children he left behind, one that he would never see again. It was a bittersweet joy giving his daughter to her destined beloved, knowing that she would be forever lost to him. But the happiness that lit her whole being at joining with her mate alleviated some of his pain. His thoughts turned to his ionnath (sons) and guilt filled his heart.
Lady Galadriel felt the turmoil that was going through Elrond and she could understand some of what he was going through. She was leaving behind her beloved grandsons, Arwen, her precious granddaughter, whom so resembled her Naneth (Mother) on the inside, and her hervenn. She knew that there were still things for Celeborn to do and that he was not ready yet to sail, but still it was hard to leave him. Placing her hand on top of Elrond’s, she said, “Do not worry Elrond. Arwen will have her brothers with her to help her when Estel’s end comes.”
Elrond took a deep breath before saying, “Yes. That at least helps ease my heart and mind, but I fear that I have dishonored ionnath nín.”
Galadriel frowned and asked, “What do you speak of?”
Unable to look at her, he kept his eyes on the sea as he told of how he forced the twins’ compliance with choosing the way of the Eldar. How he used guilt to make them swear an oath that they would sail after their sister was no more. “It was their choice and yet I pushed them. Even now, I do not know if I would have done it differently. Now I have to go to Celebrían and to tell her that she will never see her daughter and that I forced an oath onto her ionnath.”
Galadriel shook her head, “No matter what you think, you could never force that choice on them, and you know that deep down. They will choose the Eldar way because that is what their faer (souls) yearn for.”
Elrond sighed as peace settled over him as Galadriel turned him and placed a kiss upon his brow. He knew now that it was just his grief and pain that was filling him with doubt. He would have to trust in Eru that his daughter would find her rest when it was her time. Elrond looked deeply into Galadriel’s eyes and spoke softly, “Hannon le (Thank you).”
~~~~~~~~~~
It was a crisp bright morning when the call rang out, white shores sighted ahead. Eager elves lined the railings as the boat made its way towards the beach and the berth that waited. At first, all that could be seen were dots moving to and fro along the wooden docks and beaches. Great buildings rose high in sky, dotting the green hills, glistening in the sun. It was such a magnificent sight, a mixture of silver and golden hues, which brought forth approving murmurs from many. When the boat drew near enough to make out the faces that stood waiting for the newcomers, a shocked gasp came from the dark-hair Advisor.
Glorfindel looked at his mate and when he saw tears pool in Erestor’s dark eyes, he covered Erestor’s hand with his and said, “Es…Es…Erestor?!”
Erestor looked up at Glorfindel and smiled brightly, “Gelduron!”
Glorfindel’s eyes widened in shock but he felt his mate’s joy and he was happy because of it. He would not have asked for a better homecoming than to have his hervenn reunited with his meldir (m. friend). Hugging Erestor close, they waited until the boat docked. In their excitement, neither one noticed the quiet white-haired ellon (m. elf) that stood next to them with a thoughtful expression on his face, nor the way his body tensed as the boat came to a stop and the rope was thrown to the elves that waited to secure the moorings.
The second the gangplank was lowered, Erestor broke free from Glorfindel’s embrace, and hurried to the ellon who waited with open arms. “Oof!” Gelduron gasped as Erestor launched himself into his arms.
Erestor tightened his arms about Gelduron’s neck and said tearfully, “I cannot believe you are truly here! I am so happy to see you, mellon nín (my friend)!”
Gelduron managed to pry Erestor’s arms from his neck so he could look into his meldir’s eyes. He smiled happily, “I told you that I would be here waiting, did I not?”
Erestor’s eyes widened. He had thought, over time, that the dream which had seemed so real at the time was just that, a dream. He gasped, “I had thought that dream was just my imagination!”
Gelduron chuckled as he shook his head no then looked up at the two ellyn (pl. m. elf) that approached. When his eyes lighted upon the ethereal white-haired ellon, he felt his heart summersault inside his chest. He stood there, not hearing anything Erestor was saying until he heard the name Lindir, and in that name, a peace settled within his faer truly for the first time since his death. Coming to stand before the Minstrel, he bowed low and whispered, “I am Gelduron.”
Erestor blinked in confusion at Gelduron’s weird behavior but when he looked to Lindir and saw his rosy cheeks and the adoration that filled his eyes as his ion gazed down at Gelduron, he suddenly knew why Lindir had never bonded. Gelduron was waiting for him.
The End