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Chapters:
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Chapter 20- A New Life Begins
Title: The Wrong Path
Author: Erviniae
Chapter 20/?
Prompt: #45 “The Wrong Path”
For the Hall of Books challenge
Pairing: Erestor/Ecthelion, Erestor/OFC, Glorfindel/OFC
Rating: PG to NC-17
Warning: AU, Angst, M/M
Beta: aglarien1–Thank you kindly.
Disclaimer: All belongs to the esteemed Tolkien. I make no profit
in having fun with his wonderful universe.
Summary: Sometimes the wrong path is often the right one.
Feedback: If you would be so kind.
A New Life Begins
Days turned to months, time moved ever forward, never waiting for anyone - always on its own schedule. Life went on as it always does, ever flowing forward. Olórin spoke to Manwë, at the Mountain of Manwë, Taniquetil, on behalf of Erestor, Lothwen and Glorfindel.
Manwë, with the gentle nudging of his wife, Varda, annulled the marriage of Erestor and Lothwen, allowing for the union of Glorfindel and Lothwen to take place without recompense. They wed in a morning ceremony, in the flowering gardens of New Imladris. Those in attendance were but a handful of Elves: Glorfindel and Lothwen’s parents, Lord Elrond and Lady Celebrían, Melpomaen and Fauniel, and finally there was Erestor, who held his new granddaughter, Lothluin, with great pride. She was the spitting image of her mother save for the ringlets of reddish-brown hair. Every chance he had, Erestor doted on his granddaughter; she eased the burden in his heart and filled much of the void he had therein.
The gift Erestor gave to the newly bonded pair was immense and surpassed all others they received; his gift was his blessing and the peace he had made on the voyage over with Glorfindel. He realized his anger with Glorfindel stemmed from within, and when he decided to let it go, calm had overcome him so immediately- that all on the ship noticed the change immediately.
At first, after settling into his new home, which at once was similar to Imladris and yet very different in its own right, he began to set up a vast archive of all that had transpired of their time upon Middle Earth, per Elrond’s instructions. It helped to ease both his burdens and those of his lord’s. For nigh six months after their arrival, Elrond could be found either lost in thought in the gardens or sitting near the river, fishing rod in hand, though never was it cast, with Celebrían always quietly by his side, lending him strength. They spoke at periods in low tones to each other and at times only within their bond, but his healing had begun. With time, he came to be that which he once was, and even much more - more since he need not fear war anymore. Most importantly, he had oaths from his sons and Celeborn that they would sail once his daughter faded to only a dream.
Erestor had stopped hoping for a letter to arrive for him whenever mail was sent to their valley, after none came for him from Ecthelion during the first two months of his residency. He instead immersed himself in the archiving and in the joy his granddaughter brought into his life. All in New Imladris were smitten with the child; she brought life, happiness and much needed hope to all.
The archive was set up towards the middle of the house, in the most climate controlled room they could find. The room was large, spacious and out of direct sunlight, getting neither too hot nor too cool. Shelves were built along the interior walls, and many tables and very comfortable chairs scattered throughout. At the far end of the room, near the only windows available, was a makeshift area consisting of a few desks and sturdy chairs used only by those who maintained the room, or those who had the task of preserving, copying, or writing additions to its ever increasing collection. At any particular time of the day or night, it was frequently occupied by Erestor or Elrond, who found much solace there. They spent as much time gazing out of the window as they did occupied in their self-appointed tasks. The window opened onto a view of calming, green foliage over a rolling hill scattered with wild flowers; it felt as if the trees themselves were happy to be there. It felt like home.
It was in that area that Elrond found Erestor on a clear Saturday morning. A quiet rustle of robes fluttered next to where Erestor was steadily writing from a new supply of parchment. Not looking up, Erestor spoke quietly, “Good morn, my lord.”
“Yes, yes…” Elrond sounded distracted. Erestor looked up quizzically, his hand stilling. “I received this in this week’s mail delivery.” He proceeded to hand the letter to Erestor.
“Is Gildor staying a few days then, as seems to be his habit of late?” Erestor asked, amused that the famed Wanderer chose to keep doing just that, even in Valinor, though he used the excuse of mail delivery as his reason to travel between three of the nearest cities.
“Yes, it seems so. We shall all dine together tonight.” A smile graced Elrond’s comely face and a twinkle even reached his wise grey eyes. All loved the tales of Gildor, for he had so many to tell and was a very entertaining guest to have.
Erestor read the letter and looked up to see his lord and friend watching him intently. “Will you go?” he asked.
“Yes, I should…I want to…it is just much to take all at once.” Elrond ran a hand across his face. The letter was from his grandmother and grandfather, Idril and Tuor, inviting him to met them and stay a while. It seemed they were trying to be patient in meeting him, and wanted to respect his rehabilitation, so they had delayed contacting him until now. “They wish me to meet Turgon as well.” Elrond sighed. “I do not know if I am ready for all of this…family...” he smirked and Erestor smiled with him.
“I will go with you if you would have me,” Erestor stated.
“I would expect no less,” Elrond winked, “besides; your parents are there as well. It is time we get all our demons out in the open, no?” This time it was Erestor who frowned at the thought of meeting his father once more. And then his face went white.
Elrond put a hand upon Erestor’s forearm. “Ecthelion is there as well, is he not?” Erestor closed his eyes and nodded. “Then, my friend, we will have quite the time…won’t we?”
“Aye.”
TBC….
Lothluin- orange blossom (s)
Author: Erviniae
Chapter 20/?
Prompt: #45 “The Wrong Path”
For the Hall of Books challenge
Pairing: Erestor/Ecthelion, Erestor/OFC, Glorfindel/OFC
Rating: PG to NC-17
Warning: AU, Angst, M/M
Beta: aglarien1–Thank you kindly.
Disclaimer: All belongs to the esteemed Tolkien. I make no profit
in having fun with his wonderful universe.
Summary: Sometimes the wrong path is often the right one.
Feedback: If you would be so kind.
A New Life Begins
Days turned to months, time moved ever forward, never waiting for anyone - always on its own schedule. Life went on as it always does, ever flowing forward. Olórin spoke to Manwë, at the Mountain of Manwë, Taniquetil, on behalf of Erestor, Lothwen and Glorfindel.
Manwë, with the gentle nudging of his wife, Varda, annulled the marriage of Erestor and Lothwen, allowing for the union of Glorfindel and Lothwen to take place without recompense. They wed in a morning ceremony, in the flowering gardens of New Imladris. Those in attendance were but a handful of Elves: Glorfindel and Lothwen’s parents, Lord Elrond and Lady Celebrían, Melpomaen and Fauniel, and finally there was Erestor, who held his new granddaughter, Lothluin, with great pride. She was the spitting image of her mother save for the ringlets of reddish-brown hair. Every chance he had, Erestor doted on his granddaughter; she eased the burden in his heart and filled much of the void he had therein.
The gift Erestor gave to the newly bonded pair was immense and surpassed all others they received; his gift was his blessing and the peace he had made on the voyage over with Glorfindel. He realized his anger with Glorfindel stemmed from within, and when he decided to let it go, calm had overcome him so immediately- that all on the ship noticed the change immediately.
At first, after settling into his new home, which at once was similar to Imladris and yet very different in its own right, he began to set up a vast archive of all that had transpired of their time upon Middle Earth, per Elrond’s instructions. It helped to ease both his burdens and those of his lord’s. For nigh six months after their arrival, Elrond could be found either lost in thought in the gardens or sitting near the river, fishing rod in hand, though never was it cast, with Celebrían always quietly by his side, lending him strength. They spoke at periods in low tones to each other and at times only within their bond, but his healing had begun. With time, he came to be that which he once was, and even much more - more since he need not fear war anymore. Most importantly, he had oaths from his sons and Celeborn that they would sail once his daughter faded to only a dream.
Erestor had stopped hoping for a letter to arrive for him whenever mail was sent to their valley, after none came for him from Ecthelion during the first two months of his residency. He instead immersed himself in the archiving and in the joy his granddaughter brought into his life. All in New Imladris were smitten with the child; she brought life, happiness and much needed hope to all.
The archive was set up towards the middle of the house, in the most climate controlled room they could find. The room was large, spacious and out of direct sunlight, getting neither too hot nor too cool. Shelves were built along the interior walls, and many tables and very comfortable chairs scattered throughout. At the far end of the room, near the only windows available, was a makeshift area consisting of a few desks and sturdy chairs used only by those who maintained the room, or those who had the task of preserving, copying, or writing additions to its ever increasing collection. At any particular time of the day or night, it was frequently occupied by Erestor or Elrond, who found much solace there. They spent as much time gazing out of the window as they did occupied in their self-appointed tasks. The window opened onto a view of calming, green foliage over a rolling hill scattered with wild flowers; it felt as if the trees themselves were happy to be there. It felt like home.
It was in that area that Elrond found Erestor on a clear Saturday morning. A quiet rustle of robes fluttered next to where Erestor was steadily writing from a new supply of parchment. Not looking up, Erestor spoke quietly, “Good morn, my lord.”
“Yes, yes…” Elrond sounded distracted. Erestor looked up quizzically, his hand stilling. “I received this in this week’s mail delivery.” He proceeded to hand the letter to Erestor.
“Is Gildor staying a few days then, as seems to be his habit of late?” Erestor asked, amused that the famed Wanderer chose to keep doing just that, even in Valinor, though he used the excuse of mail delivery as his reason to travel between three of the nearest cities.
“Yes, it seems so. We shall all dine together tonight.” A smile graced Elrond’s comely face and a twinkle even reached his wise grey eyes. All loved the tales of Gildor, for he had so many to tell and was a very entertaining guest to have.
Erestor read the letter and looked up to see his lord and friend watching him intently. “Will you go?” he asked.
“Yes, I should…I want to…it is just much to take all at once.” Elrond ran a hand across his face. The letter was from his grandmother and grandfather, Idril and Tuor, inviting him to met them and stay a while. It seemed they were trying to be patient in meeting him, and wanted to respect his rehabilitation, so they had delayed contacting him until now. “They wish me to meet Turgon as well.” Elrond sighed. “I do not know if I am ready for all of this…family...” he smirked and Erestor smiled with him.
“I will go with you if you would have me,” Erestor stated.
“I would expect no less,” Elrond winked, “besides; your parents are there as well. It is time we get all our demons out in the open, no?” This time it was Erestor who frowned at the thought of meeting his father once more. And then his face went white.
Elrond put a hand upon Erestor’s forearm. “Ecthelion is there as well, is he not?” Erestor closed his eyes and nodded. “Then, my friend, we will have quite the time…won’t we?”
“Aye.”
TBC….
Lothluin- orange blossom (s)