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Adult ++
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Returning to Imladris. Erestor is silly.
Chapter 3
Glorfindel had managed to fashion a carrier of sorts for Faelion. It consisted of basically tying the babe comfortably to his chest, allowing him to keep his arms free. It was not the best arrangement when the little one was wet and needed his diaper changed, but it would do. It allowed Glorfindel to place Gailion and Amdiriel in front of him on the horse while he held onto them tightly. Afraid that they might not feel he really loved them, he didn’t want to relinquish any one of his elflings to someone else just yet.
Caladir held Calariel and Glawen in front of him as well. Glorfindel noticed the guards carrying Lainon and Laerien together, so the brother and sister would not be separated, although they changed whom the elflings rode with at each stop. It seemed like all of the guards wanted a chance to spend time with the little elflings, and mild teasing would occasionally break out over whose turn it was. The young guard with the goats carried the little kid over his horse in front of him, while the she-goat tagged dutifully along behind.
The journey back to Imladris was slow. What would have taken them less than a day on their own took them two days. They stopped for a long period of time at mid-day, allowing the elflings time for eating and rest, and made camp early at night. Glorfindel was continually thankful for the milk the goat provided, not only for the baby, but for the other elflings as well. A diet of lembas and dried fruit was not enough for growing elflings, who needed to recover from their shock.
Making camp the first night, Glorfindel sent some of the guards out to hunt, hoping they would find something to provide a hot meal for the elflings. They returned with several plump rabbits, which they carefully hid from the children and butchered. Others found wild onions and herbs, and soon a hot, flavorful stew was bubbling away. Small pieces of dried apple were added as well.
Glorfindel held the quiet Amdiriel on his lap. He was concerned that the elfling had not yet spoken one word. She just stared at him, clinging to his arm or hair with one hand, and her little bear with the other. Glorfindel talked constantly to the elflings, telling them all about Erestor and Imladris. He told them how much fun they would have with the other elflings, and how everyone was going to love having them there. And always he told them he loved them, and how Erestor would love them, and how they would never leave them. Gailion attached himself to Glorfindel and seemed to be afraid if the warrior left his sight.
Caladir was having fewer problems with his little elflings. The twins were younger, and more adaptable to their new situation. The little elflings clung to their new ada, chattering at him as he held them. The big warrior was clearly besotted with his new daughters, and they already called him “ada”. Glorfindel longed for the day he would hear that from Gailion and Amdiriel.
Lainon and Laerien began to question their guards about who would take care of them when they reached Imladris. Glorfindel knew in his heart which elves he would place them with, just as he knew how joyously they would be received. He quietly told the guards to tell them about Amarion and Diwen, and their son Saercaeron, who would be their new big brother. The guards grinned. It was well know how much Amarion and Diwen longed for more elflings, but Saercaeron’s birth had been difficult, and Elrond had warned Diwen she must never become pregnant again, or risk her death.
The second day was just turning to dusk as they rode into Imladris. Erestor and Gurvelon rushed out of the house and down the steps, anxious to see their returning husbands. Elrond and most of the other elves from the house followed to greet the returning warriors.
“Erestor, look! Elflings!” Gurvelon cried. He had spotted Caladir at the head of the patrol with the two little girls and ran to them. When he reached Caladir, the warrior leaned down and said softly, “Come, meet your new daughters, my love.”
Gurvelon’s face lit up with a huge smile. “Oh, Caladir…Oh, look at them. They are so beautiful.” Tears rolled down his smiling face as he opened his arms and took the little elflings Caladir lowered down to him. “Oh…hello little ones.”
The little elflings wrapped their arms around Gurvelon, to his delight. Their other new ada looked just like Caladir had described him. “Hello, Ada,” Glawen shyly said. She nudged her sister. “Tell our other ada hello, Calariel,” she whispered.
“Hello, Ada.” Calariel smiled at Gurvelon.
“Oh…little ones…Oh…Caladir…we have elflings.” Gurvelon beamed up at this husband.
Erestor and Elrond were so distracted watching Gurvelon and the little elflings, they had not yet searched for Glorfindel. Then several of the guards were calling for Amarion and his family. “Amarion! Diwen! Come get your new son and daughter.” “Saercaeron, come and see your little brother and sister.” Erestor and Elrond watched with tears in their eyes as Amarion and Diwen reached for the elflings. They laughed as they watched the elflings nearly smothered in kisses. Saercaeron still had a crutch for his healing leg, but managed to join his family quickly enough, telling his ada and nana to quit smothering the elflings and let him see his little brother and sister.
Erestor’s eyes searched for Glorfindel and finally located him just coming through the gates. “Oh, Elrond, look…Glorfindel.” He started slowly walking towards Glorfindel, staring at the elflings he held, as if in a trance. Reaching Asfaloth and his passengers, he placed a hand on the horses head and looked at Glorfindel, then at the elflings.
Amdiriel held tightly to Glorfindel and stared wide-eyed at Erestor. Gailion turned to Glorfindel and asked, “Ada, is this our other new ada?”
Glorfindel’s heart overflowed when he heard Gailion call him “Ada”. He looked at Erestor and said softly, “Aye, little one. This is your Ada Erestor.”
Erestor’s gaze was caught by piercing green eyes. He found himself smiling at the beautiful little enchantress, then at the older elfling with hair and eyes so much like his beloved’s. “Hello, my beautiful little ones,” he said softly. “Oh…I..I don’t know which one of you to hug first…Oh, Glorfindel.”
Glorfindel smiled at his totally stunned husband, who could do nothing but stand there with a silly grin on his face. He thought Erestor looked adorable. He never thought he would see the day when Erestor was not in control or when he did not know what to do. “Why don’t you take our beautiful Amdiriel, my love, and I will help Gailion down. Faelion is asleep, although he is quite wet and his diaper needs changing again.”
Erestor noticed the baby strapped to Glorfindel’s chest for the first time. “Oh…a baby too. Oh Glorfindel, oh my,” he whispered. Suddenly he laughed. And laughed. And laughed. And took his beautiful new daughter from Glorfindel and swing her up to his shoulder. He cradled her head with his hand and twirled around with her in his arms, laughing with joy. “Elrond!” he cried. “Come and see my new elflings!” He grabbed Gailion from Glorfindel and twirled around with both of the elflings, laughter and tears mingling on his happy face.
Glorfindel grinned and joined in Erestor’s laughter. He rubbed Faelion’s back gently. “I’m glad you’re still asleep little one. A baby probably shouldn’t see his new ada acting like a little elfling.”
Tbc….
Glorfindel had managed to fashion a carrier of sorts for Faelion. It consisted of basically tying the babe comfortably to his chest, allowing him to keep his arms free. It was not the best arrangement when the little one was wet and needed his diaper changed, but it would do. It allowed Glorfindel to place Gailion and Amdiriel in front of him on the horse while he held onto them tightly. Afraid that they might not feel he really loved them, he didn’t want to relinquish any one of his elflings to someone else just yet.
Caladir held Calariel and Glawen in front of him as well. Glorfindel noticed the guards carrying Lainon and Laerien together, so the brother and sister would not be separated, although they changed whom the elflings rode with at each stop. It seemed like all of the guards wanted a chance to spend time with the little elflings, and mild teasing would occasionally break out over whose turn it was. The young guard with the goats carried the little kid over his horse in front of him, while the she-goat tagged dutifully along behind.
The journey back to Imladris was slow. What would have taken them less than a day on their own took them two days. They stopped for a long period of time at mid-day, allowing the elflings time for eating and rest, and made camp early at night. Glorfindel was continually thankful for the milk the goat provided, not only for the baby, but for the other elflings as well. A diet of lembas and dried fruit was not enough for growing elflings, who needed to recover from their shock.
Making camp the first night, Glorfindel sent some of the guards out to hunt, hoping they would find something to provide a hot meal for the elflings. They returned with several plump rabbits, which they carefully hid from the children and butchered. Others found wild onions and herbs, and soon a hot, flavorful stew was bubbling away. Small pieces of dried apple were added as well.
Glorfindel held the quiet Amdiriel on his lap. He was concerned that the elfling had not yet spoken one word. She just stared at him, clinging to his arm or hair with one hand, and her little bear with the other. Glorfindel talked constantly to the elflings, telling them all about Erestor and Imladris. He told them how much fun they would have with the other elflings, and how everyone was going to love having them there. And always he told them he loved them, and how Erestor would love them, and how they would never leave them. Gailion attached himself to Glorfindel and seemed to be afraid if the warrior left his sight.
Caladir was having fewer problems with his little elflings. The twins were younger, and more adaptable to their new situation. The little elflings clung to their new ada, chattering at him as he held them. The big warrior was clearly besotted with his new daughters, and they already called him “ada”. Glorfindel longed for the day he would hear that from Gailion and Amdiriel.
Lainon and Laerien began to question their guards about who would take care of them when they reached Imladris. Glorfindel knew in his heart which elves he would place them with, just as he knew how joyously they would be received. He quietly told the guards to tell them about Amarion and Diwen, and their son Saercaeron, who would be their new big brother. The guards grinned. It was well know how much Amarion and Diwen longed for more elflings, but Saercaeron’s birth had been difficult, and Elrond had warned Diwen she must never become pregnant again, or risk her death.
The second day was just turning to dusk as they rode into Imladris. Erestor and Gurvelon rushed out of the house and down the steps, anxious to see their returning husbands. Elrond and most of the other elves from the house followed to greet the returning warriors.
“Erestor, look! Elflings!” Gurvelon cried. He had spotted Caladir at the head of the patrol with the two little girls and ran to them. When he reached Caladir, the warrior leaned down and said softly, “Come, meet your new daughters, my love.”
Gurvelon’s face lit up with a huge smile. “Oh, Caladir…Oh, look at them. They are so beautiful.” Tears rolled down his smiling face as he opened his arms and took the little elflings Caladir lowered down to him. “Oh…hello little ones.”
The little elflings wrapped their arms around Gurvelon, to his delight. Their other new ada looked just like Caladir had described him. “Hello, Ada,” Glawen shyly said. She nudged her sister. “Tell our other ada hello, Calariel,” she whispered.
“Hello, Ada.” Calariel smiled at Gurvelon.
“Oh…little ones…Oh…Caladir…we have elflings.” Gurvelon beamed up at this husband.
Erestor and Elrond were so distracted watching Gurvelon and the little elflings, they had not yet searched for Glorfindel. Then several of the guards were calling for Amarion and his family. “Amarion! Diwen! Come get your new son and daughter.” “Saercaeron, come and see your little brother and sister.” Erestor and Elrond watched with tears in their eyes as Amarion and Diwen reached for the elflings. They laughed as they watched the elflings nearly smothered in kisses. Saercaeron still had a crutch for his healing leg, but managed to join his family quickly enough, telling his ada and nana to quit smothering the elflings and let him see his little brother and sister.
Erestor’s eyes searched for Glorfindel and finally located him just coming through the gates. “Oh, Elrond, look…Glorfindel.” He started slowly walking towards Glorfindel, staring at the elflings he held, as if in a trance. Reaching Asfaloth and his passengers, he placed a hand on the horses head and looked at Glorfindel, then at the elflings.
Amdiriel held tightly to Glorfindel and stared wide-eyed at Erestor. Gailion turned to Glorfindel and asked, “Ada, is this our other new ada?”
Glorfindel’s heart overflowed when he heard Gailion call him “Ada”. He looked at Erestor and said softly, “Aye, little one. This is your Ada Erestor.”
Erestor’s gaze was caught by piercing green eyes. He found himself smiling at the beautiful little enchantress, then at the older elfling with hair and eyes so much like his beloved’s. “Hello, my beautiful little ones,” he said softly. “Oh…I..I don’t know which one of you to hug first…Oh, Glorfindel.”
Glorfindel smiled at his totally stunned husband, who could do nothing but stand there with a silly grin on his face. He thought Erestor looked adorable. He never thought he would see the day when Erestor was not in control or when he did not know what to do. “Why don’t you take our beautiful Amdiriel, my love, and I will help Gailion down. Faelion is asleep, although he is quite wet and his diaper needs changing again.”
Erestor noticed the baby strapped to Glorfindel’s chest for the first time. “Oh…a baby too. Oh Glorfindel, oh my,” he whispered. Suddenly he laughed. And laughed. And laughed. And took his beautiful new daughter from Glorfindel and swing her up to his shoulder. He cradled her head with his hand and twirled around with her in his arms, laughing with joy. “Elrond!” he cried. “Come and see my new elflings!” He grabbed Gailion from Glorfindel and twirled around with both of the elflings, laughter and tears mingling on his happy face.
Glorfindel grinned and joined in Erestor’s laughter. He rubbed Faelion’s back gently. “I’m glad you’re still asleep little one. A baby probably shouldn’t see his new ada acting like a little elfling.”
Tbc….