Balrogs, Butterflies & Bondings

Authors Note:

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Lisn - *Rubs hands together* Muuaawwaahh...Yup, we finally find out who
the painter is...heheheeh...:)

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Ertia - *Smirks* Glorfindel...naked...painting...*Gahh/Drool*. Im glad
Celeborn got there in one piece, was kind of hard to get him in the
box...:)

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Diane - No Glorfindel and Elrond don't seem to mind do
they...heehe...and awwww thanks on the you would wait for chaps...tho
Im just a tad post obsessive I think. I tried to get Glorfindel into an
envelope but he dropped to his knees and grabbed my leg...however, Mel
said he would go...:)

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Nikkiling - *Smiles* well it was good...Dark Butterfly...Sorry to hear
your not feeling well, you just snuggle up with your favorite elf and
rest...:)

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HHS - Cool, Ill check out the site...thanks...:)

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B, B & B



Ch29



Two days later....

Thranduil entered for midday meal carrying a very large object that was
wrapped in a thick cloth "Lord Erelas's family belongings have arrived".

The king then unwrapped the object, turned it around, and propped it up
on a chair "Now...tell me you are not the little elfling in this
painting".

Everyone gasped and Erestor just starred in stunned silence as they all
looked at the portrait and Glorfindel smiled "I was right, you were an
adorable elfling".

Elrohir finally chuckled as he looked closely at the little dark
elfling
that had his thumb in his mouth and his other arm wrapped around his
brothers leg "Well, it is definitely you...but smaller".

Erestor rolled his eyes then looked over to Thranduil "Is there more? I
mean, it was a long time ago and this portrait looks well preserved".

Thranduil waved his hand and smiled "The other things from the House of
The Astaldo Wilwarin were kept by an elf who made sure they remained
intact. He actually accompanied everything here, he refused to release
them from his care".

The dark advisor looked at the portrait and smiled "I...I actually
remember when we posed for it. Who is the elf that has been caring for
it, he did a wonderful job".

The king nodded in agreement "Nai he has, He moved into your family's
old residence and kept everything as it was...I have been there, it is
like walking back in time".

Erestor furrowed his brow "He lives there? Do...do I know this elf? I
mean...did he know my family?".

The mirkwood king nervously rubbed the back of his neck, then spun as
his name was call out. Everyone glanced toward the elf that entered who
was engrossed in a book as he walked. When he finally looked up, he
blushed and lowered his head "I apologize for interrupting", then
gasped
when he saw the portrait propped up in the chair "Aye my lord! You can
Not just prop it up like that, it will warp the wood!".

Thranduil sighed and rolled his eyes "I highly doubt that a few moments
on a...".

The king stopped cold and swallowed hard as the elf narrowed his eyes
and growled "I gave permission for these items to be transported here
Only because you promised me that they would be handled with care my
lord!".

As Thranduil held up his hands and nodded, the elf glanced around the
room at the others, then gasped and paled when his gaze fell upon
Erestor "Dolen-mir?".

Erestor nervously leaned closer to Glorfindel, then furrowed his brow
as he slowly stood and tilted his head "I...I know you, do I not? You
were always with Eresorn...you are...Tha...Thaly?".

The elf smiled and then chuckled "Nai, I am Thalion, and you used to
call me Thaly".

As Erestor drew closer, the Mirkwood elf slowly reached out, then
touched the shy advisors jaw and choked "You...you look so much like
Eresorn. Well, save for your hair. Tul, I have brought many things
with me, I even brought your Glorfindel".

Erestor blinked "My wh...what?".

Thalion quickly took his hand and pulled him along "Tul dolen-mir".

As Erestor was pulled from the room, Glorfindel looked at Thranduil and
arched his brow "You did not introduce us, so he knows not who I
am...what does he mean by saying be brought me...err...Glorfindel".

The king shook his head and shrugged his shoulders as he motioned for
everyone to follow.

When they all arrived at Erestors old chamber, Thalion was handing him
a
long wood box and smiled "Here is your mighty Glorfindel".

As soon as Erestor opened it, tears instantly fell from his eyes in
recognition "My...my quill!"

Elrond chuckled and drew close "You named your quill Glorfindel?".

Erestor smiled from ear to ear "Nai, 'twas my begetting day and Eresorn
gifted me with this quill and a story. He said that the feather came
from a bird that nested close to where Gondolin once stood and since I
had learned to write early, I deserved a special quill. He then told
me the tale of the fall of  Gondolin and the brave Lord
Glorfindel. I
used to run around with it and yell...err...oh I can not remember now,
but I was strong when I held my Glorfindel".

Thalion smirked and crossed his arms "I remember what you used to
yell...you would put on your black leggings and underlay, then make a
cloak with black fabric. Then you would slink through shadows and leap
around with your quill held out before you like a sword and yell, "I am
Erestor! And this is my quill Glorfindel! Named for my fallen love!
Back you Balrogs Back! For I shall avenge my golden warrior!", you
would jump all over the furniture, crawl up the walls, and leap out of
the shadows yelling, "Ahhha!", your naneth was completely beside
herself. Oh, and if anyone tried to take your quill away, you would
slap them".

Erestor blinked, then closed his gaped mouth and turned to his love.
The seneschal was leaning back agents the wall with his arms crossed,
then arched his brow and smirked as Erestor swiftly entered his arms.

Thalion leaned close to Thranduil "Who is that elf my lord?"

The king smirked and shook his head "That is Lord Glorfindel of
Gondolin...Erestors intended".

The mirkwood elf slowly sat down in shock as he looked at the great
slayer "You...you jest my lord".

Thranduil chuckled and then smiled "Nay, they are together and may as
well be considered bound, they just have not had the ceremony yet".

While the others snooped through things and Glorfindel held Erestor
close, Thranduil told Thalion about how Erestor was grabbed by those
elves that fateful day and taken to lorien, then told him about his
fear of the butterflies. Thalion slowly walked over to the mesh covered
windows and reached to touch one "Is that why they are forced to remain
outside?".

Erestor quickly turned "Nay! The mesh frames remain! I...I will leave
this room if you let them in!".

Thalion held up his hands and nodded "Worry not dolen-mir, I will not
let them in. But just so that you know, if some do get in, I will keep
them from you".

Erestor looked at him confused "You are able to control them? Are we
kin?".

Thalion smiled, then sighed sadly "I am...err...was, Eresorns bonded
mate".

The dark advisor stepped away from Glorfindel and blinked "I...somehow
I knew that...hannon le for taking such good care of Our family's
things...Thaly".

After a few moments, Glorfindel poked his loves back to separate
Erestor and Thalions tearful hug and held up a wooden plaque "Is this
the family crest?"

After receiving a nod from the mirkwood elf, Glorfindel turned to
Erestor and gave him a tender kiss "I will return this in a little
while. Do not return to our chamber. I will come and get you when the
painting is finished", then looked to Thalion "And worry not, this will
be safe in my care and handled with respect".

When Glorfindel left the room, Erestor told his brother-in-law about
the murals, then looked around and sighed "I know not where to begin
looking, you have brought so much".

Thalion walked over to the desk and smiled "You may wish to begin with
these...your adar and gwadar kept detailed journals, you are spoken of
in them".

Elrond pulled his sons from snooping through the chests, then took his
loves hand and looked to Thranduil "Perhaps we should leave and give
Erestor some privacy"

Thranduil nodded in agreement and motioned for Thalion to follow as
well.

Once he was alone in the room, Erestor looked at the two separate piles
of journals, then took one from each and began to read the entries...

TBC.......................................



Translations:

Dolen-mir -------------------------- Hidden jewel

Tul --------------------------------- Come

Nai --------------------------------- Yes

Hannon le --------------------------- Thank you

Gwadar ----------------------------- Brother