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Chapter 3
Title: Hidden Love (3/19)
Author: Janalynn27
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Slash
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: Erestor and Glorfindel love each other but are afraid to let the other know, for fear of rejection.
Timeline: 2610 TA, a hundred years after Celebrían passes into the west. The rest is AU.
Feedback: It is greatly appreciated, this being my first story in Tolkien’s wonderful world of Middle-Earth.
Author's note: When Erestor and Glorfindel are mindspeaking it is accentuated by 'dialogue'.
Chapter 3
Four hours after the attack Glorfindel and Erestor were sitting with Elrond in his tent going over their situation.
“I know that it is dangerous to move some of the wounded but it cannot be helped. I feel it is even more dangerous to stay out here in the open. The scouts that we sent out have reported some unusually high orc activity in this area. Also the wounded would be better cared for in the Healing House,” Elrond said, weary from healing so many.
Erestor was worried for his friend. Elrond had used a lot of energy healing the wounded and there were still a few in critical condition. “Elrond, you need to get some rest and I will not take no for an answer. Glorfindel and I can take care of things for a few hours while you get some sleep,” Erestor said, brooking no argument.
Elrond smiled at his dear friend, “Ah, I was wondering when my stern advisor was going to appear.”
“I agree with Erestor, you get some sleep and we will let you know if anything comes up,” Glorfindel stood up motioning for Erestor to follow him out of the tent.
Elrond chuckled at his friends and sighed as he fell onto a pile of furs on the floor and quickly fell asleep.
Outside of the tent Glorfindel said, “Erestor, I am going to check with the sentries and will return in a couple of hours.”
“Very well, my friend. I am going to help out Faelon with the wounded,” he said and then they parted ways.
A few hours later Elrond stepped outside his tent and looked about. It was late evening and most of the Elves were getting some rest before they began their journey home. Spying Erestor he sighed at how tired he looked. Erestor literally drooped with fatigue and Elrond thought that a strong wind would surely fell his friend.
Walking to stand beside him, Elrond said, “Mellon nín, I am rested now; it is your turn. You will go and rest in my tent and that is an order from your Lord.”
Erestor sighed and turned to look at Elrond. He could not deny that he was exhausted but Glorfindel had not returned yet and he just could not rest until he did.
“Elrond, I am fine. I will…” Erestor began but was interrupted by Glorfindel.
“Do not worry, Elrond. I will make sure our friend gets some rest,” Glorfindel said as he stood close to Erestor. He was worried; there were dark smudges under Erestor’s eyes and he looked likely to fall over.
Elrond smiled with relief, “Good, I put him in your care then.”
“And do I have any say in this?” Erestor said glaring back and forth between both of them.
“No,” both said at once.
“Humph, well I am not tired so I will just go and see if Faelon needs some help,” Erestor said ready to turn and leave the two overbearing elves but was stopped by Glorfindel as he grabbed his arm.
Leaning down to whisper in Erestor’s ear Glorfindel said, “If I have to, I will throw you over my shoulder and carry you to the tent to rest, my stubborn friend.”
Erestor could not suppress the shiver as he felt Glorfindel’s breath on his neck, “I am no more stubborn than you.”
Pulling him closer Glorfindel said, “Then you should know that I will do what I say I will.”
The next thing Glorfindel knew Erestor slipped out of his grasp and was half way to the tent. ‘That little scamp’, Glorfindel thought.
“If you will excuse me, my Lord, I have a stubborn Counselor to put to bed,” he said as he ran after Erestor.
Elrond chuckled at his friends’ antics and he became thoughtful. When they returned to Imladris he would talk to them, each alone, to try to figure out their feelings for one another. The coming years would be difficult and to have a loved one would make it more bearable. Suddenly loneliness overtook him. It had been so long since he had someone to care for him. Oh, he had his children and his dear friends at Imladris but no one to hold him thru the night. It had been nearly a century since Celebrían went into the west and he remembered what she had told him before she had left, “Elrond, you must promise me that you will not deny yourself love or companionship if the Valar so blesses you. I know you will have a long hard road ahead of you and I do not want you to walk it alone.” Shaking his morose thoughts away he turned around and went in search of Faelon.
Erestor just made it inside the tent when Glorfindel caught up with him.
“You, my friend, are almost as fleet of foot as Legolas,” Glorfindel said coming into the tent.
Chuckling, “Now that is a nimble little elf,” Erestor said affectionately.
Glorfindel winced at the affection he heard in his voice; surely he did not desire Legolas?
“Why do you not go and sit on the furs why I get some food for us to eat? I for one am famished, and I bet you have not eaten much of anything,” he said as he walked over to a bag that held some foodstuffs.
Sighing Erestor made his way over to the bed furs and said, “You know Glorfindel I am not helpless. Believe it or not I can take care of myself,” he then fell back against the furs and closed his eyes.
“Oh, I have no doubt that you can but I am your friend, am I not? Should not friends help each other?” Glorfindel said as he placed some lembas on a cloth and grabbed a skin of wine. Turning to take Erestor the food he found his dear friend fast asleep.
Staring down at his love for a few moments he quickly ate a couple pieces of lembas and washed it down with a few swigs of wine. Putting the rest of the food back into the bag he walked over to Erestor and took off his armor and placed his sword on the floor next to the furs. After taking off his boots he knelt down and carefully took Erestor’s off and set them aside. Taking Erestor’s weapons off his person he set them next to his boots and laid down next to him, pulling a blanket over them. When he turned towards Erestor he sighed as Erestor snuggled up to him and he quickly fell asleep.
TBC
Author: Janalynn27
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Slash
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: Erestor and Glorfindel love each other but are afraid to let the other know, for fear of rejection.
Timeline: 2610 TA, a hundred years after Celebrían passes into the west. The rest is AU.
Feedback: It is greatly appreciated, this being my first story in Tolkien’s wonderful world of Middle-Earth.
Author's note: When Erestor and Glorfindel are mindspeaking it is accentuated by 'dialogue'.
Chapter 3
Four hours after the attack Glorfindel and Erestor were sitting with Elrond in his tent going over their situation.
“I know that it is dangerous to move some of the wounded but it cannot be helped. I feel it is even more dangerous to stay out here in the open. The scouts that we sent out have reported some unusually high orc activity in this area. Also the wounded would be better cared for in the Healing House,” Elrond said, weary from healing so many.
Erestor was worried for his friend. Elrond had used a lot of energy healing the wounded and there were still a few in critical condition. “Elrond, you need to get some rest and I will not take no for an answer. Glorfindel and I can take care of things for a few hours while you get some sleep,” Erestor said, brooking no argument.
Elrond smiled at his dear friend, “Ah, I was wondering when my stern advisor was going to appear.”
“I agree with Erestor, you get some sleep and we will let you know if anything comes up,” Glorfindel stood up motioning for Erestor to follow him out of the tent.
Elrond chuckled at his friends and sighed as he fell onto a pile of furs on the floor and quickly fell asleep.
Outside of the tent Glorfindel said, “Erestor, I am going to check with the sentries and will return in a couple of hours.”
“Very well, my friend. I am going to help out Faelon with the wounded,” he said and then they parted ways.
A few hours later Elrond stepped outside his tent and looked about. It was late evening and most of the Elves were getting some rest before they began their journey home. Spying Erestor he sighed at how tired he looked. Erestor literally drooped with fatigue and Elrond thought that a strong wind would surely fell his friend.
Walking to stand beside him, Elrond said, “Mellon nín, I am rested now; it is your turn. You will go and rest in my tent and that is an order from your Lord.”
Erestor sighed and turned to look at Elrond. He could not deny that he was exhausted but Glorfindel had not returned yet and he just could not rest until he did.
“Elrond, I am fine. I will…” Erestor began but was interrupted by Glorfindel.
“Do not worry, Elrond. I will make sure our friend gets some rest,” Glorfindel said as he stood close to Erestor. He was worried; there were dark smudges under Erestor’s eyes and he looked likely to fall over.
Elrond smiled with relief, “Good, I put him in your care then.”
“And do I have any say in this?” Erestor said glaring back and forth between both of them.
“No,” both said at once.
“Humph, well I am not tired so I will just go and see if Faelon needs some help,” Erestor said ready to turn and leave the two overbearing elves but was stopped by Glorfindel as he grabbed his arm.
Leaning down to whisper in Erestor’s ear Glorfindel said, “If I have to, I will throw you over my shoulder and carry you to the tent to rest, my stubborn friend.”
Erestor could not suppress the shiver as he felt Glorfindel’s breath on his neck, “I am no more stubborn than you.”
Pulling him closer Glorfindel said, “Then you should know that I will do what I say I will.”
The next thing Glorfindel knew Erestor slipped out of his grasp and was half way to the tent. ‘That little scamp’, Glorfindel thought.
“If you will excuse me, my Lord, I have a stubborn Counselor to put to bed,” he said as he ran after Erestor.
Elrond chuckled at his friends’ antics and he became thoughtful. When they returned to Imladris he would talk to them, each alone, to try to figure out their feelings for one another. The coming years would be difficult and to have a loved one would make it more bearable. Suddenly loneliness overtook him. It had been so long since he had someone to care for him. Oh, he had his children and his dear friends at Imladris but no one to hold him thru the night. It had been nearly a century since Celebrían went into the west and he remembered what she had told him before she had left, “Elrond, you must promise me that you will not deny yourself love or companionship if the Valar so blesses you. I know you will have a long hard road ahead of you and I do not want you to walk it alone.” Shaking his morose thoughts away he turned around and went in search of Faelon.
Erestor just made it inside the tent when Glorfindel caught up with him.
“You, my friend, are almost as fleet of foot as Legolas,” Glorfindel said coming into the tent.
Chuckling, “Now that is a nimble little elf,” Erestor said affectionately.
Glorfindel winced at the affection he heard in his voice; surely he did not desire Legolas?
“Why do you not go and sit on the furs why I get some food for us to eat? I for one am famished, and I bet you have not eaten much of anything,” he said as he walked over to a bag that held some foodstuffs.
Sighing Erestor made his way over to the bed furs and said, “You know Glorfindel I am not helpless. Believe it or not I can take care of myself,” he then fell back against the furs and closed his eyes.
“Oh, I have no doubt that you can but I am your friend, am I not? Should not friends help each other?” Glorfindel said as he placed some lembas on a cloth and grabbed a skin of wine. Turning to take Erestor the food he found his dear friend fast asleep.
Staring down at his love for a few moments he quickly ate a couple pieces of lembas and washed it down with a few swigs of wine. Putting the rest of the food back into the bag he walked over to Erestor and took off his armor and placed his sword on the floor next to the furs. After taking off his boots he knelt down and carefully took Erestor’s off and set them aside. Taking Erestor’s weapons off his person he set them next to his boots and laid down next to him, pulling a blanket over them. When he turned towards Erestor he sighed as Erestor snuggled up to him and he quickly fell asleep.
TBC