Battle of the Heart
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-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
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Adult ++
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8
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Category:
-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
3,956
Reviews:
11
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 3
I decided that I need to add a couple more chapters than I had previously written. So instead of 3/3 this is now 3/?
Chapter 3
Riding past the gates, Glorfindel felt sick. He knew it was Erestor. He prayed to all the Valar to help his husband through this time apart. It hit his partner so hard that he was ill equipped to deal with the emotions swirling through his body, the constant streaming of darkness swirling through his mind. It was pain, Erestor's pain, and he could not rid himself of it. He was concerned, he knew he needed clear thoughts to deal with leading his brethren to war, or even to their deaths.
A few days before the eve of their departure, Glorfindel had asked for admittance into his lord and lady's chambers just before the evening meal. He knew they met there each eve to reconnect with eachother before they once again, put their residents ahead of their own needs.
Surprised at seeing their seneschal, they bid him welcome and offered him a seat by the presently unused hearth. Celebrian was sitting upon the couch and Elrond returned to sit next to her. Glorfindel declined her offer of a drink as politely as possible. Glancing at each other, then at Glorfindel, they waited for him to speak.
"I think Erestor will not hold well whilst I am in Fornost. He has become withdrawn to others and he needs me next to him almost constantly. Though he says he did not foresee anything, fear has taken hold of him where I am concerned." Here Glorfindel ran a hand
through his thick golden locks as he sighed heavily through his nose. "I...I need you to look after him until my return, I need his thoughts to be off of me." Glorfindel stood abruptly and began to pace the floor.
"I am selfish, for I know that I will feel every nuance of his distress, causing me to perhaps.... hesitate...in battle." Never had Celebrian seen such a sad look as she saw in those blue eyes before her. Never had she seen Glorfindel filled with despair. They knew then that he was putting all his strength into appearing as unaffected as possible for Erestor’s sake.
Elrond stood and walked to his dear friend, laying a hand upon his shoulder in a gesture of comfort. "You are not selfish my friend, just honest, you know your duty to Imladris and to those under your charge. Your bond with Erestor is very strong Fin, I need not tell
you this, this is why you are here."
"Aye, Elrond" was the whispered reply.
"We will take care of Erestor in your absence, his emotional state shall be first and foremost on our agenda, fear not my friend. All will be well."
Glorfindel let out a breath that he had not realized that he was holding. He seemed to visibly relax. "Thank you my friends," he nodded to both as he patted the hand on his shoulder as he left their chambers.
Elrond turned to look upon his wife's face. His chest heaved heavily with a sigh. Tears were falling silently down her beautiful face. No words were necessary between them.
True to their word, they both took hold of Erestor, under each shoulder and guided him to his chambers. Laying Erestor on top of the golden duvet, Elrond took out a vial he had within his pocket, ready for this occasion. Lifting Erestor's head he made his counselor
drink the sleeping draft. Erestor was so far gone in his grief that he did not question what he had been given. Celebrian retrieved a wet cloth from their bathing room and proceeded to wash Erestor's face of its tears, and of the bile that ran down his chin and onto his always-impeccable robes of state. Elrond removed Erestor’s outer robes and boots, leaving him in just his undershirt and leggings. Retrieving a blanket from the couch, he placed it on him as well. Erestor soon drifted off to a fitful sleep, where he hiccupped often as a residue of such deep sobbing.
Glorfindel felt the moment come of Erestor’s quieting. He used this time to gently close his mind to the connection he held with his husband. This was not an easy task, but a necessary one. For now he could concentrate on what lie ahead. Battle.
TBC
Chapter 3
Riding past the gates, Glorfindel felt sick. He knew it was Erestor. He prayed to all the Valar to help his husband through this time apart. It hit his partner so hard that he was ill equipped to deal with the emotions swirling through his body, the constant streaming of darkness swirling through his mind. It was pain, Erestor's pain, and he could not rid himself of it. He was concerned, he knew he needed clear thoughts to deal with leading his brethren to war, or even to their deaths.
A few days before the eve of their departure, Glorfindel had asked for admittance into his lord and lady's chambers just before the evening meal. He knew they met there each eve to reconnect with eachother before they once again, put their residents ahead of their own needs.
Surprised at seeing their seneschal, they bid him welcome and offered him a seat by the presently unused hearth. Celebrian was sitting upon the couch and Elrond returned to sit next to her. Glorfindel declined her offer of a drink as politely as possible. Glancing at each other, then at Glorfindel, they waited for him to speak.
"I think Erestor will not hold well whilst I am in Fornost. He has become withdrawn to others and he needs me next to him almost constantly. Though he says he did not foresee anything, fear has taken hold of him where I am concerned." Here Glorfindel ran a hand
through his thick golden locks as he sighed heavily through his nose. "I...I need you to look after him until my return, I need his thoughts to be off of me." Glorfindel stood abruptly and began to pace the floor.
"I am selfish, for I know that I will feel every nuance of his distress, causing me to perhaps.... hesitate...in battle." Never had Celebrian seen such a sad look as she saw in those blue eyes before her. Never had she seen Glorfindel filled with despair. They knew then that he was putting all his strength into appearing as unaffected as possible for Erestor’s sake.
Elrond stood and walked to his dear friend, laying a hand upon his shoulder in a gesture of comfort. "You are not selfish my friend, just honest, you know your duty to Imladris and to those under your charge. Your bond with Erestor is very strong Fin, I need not tell
you this, this is why you are here."
"Aye, Elrond" was the whispered reply.
"We will take care of Erestor in your absence, his emotional state shall be first and foremost on our agenda, fear not my friend. All will be well."
Glorfindel let out a breath that he had not realized that he was holding. He seemed to visibly relax. "Thank you my friends," he nodded to both as he patted the hand on his shoulder as he left their chambers.
Elrond turned to look upon his wife's face. His chest heaved heavily with a sigh. Tears were falling silently down her beautiful face. No words were necessary between them.
True to their word, they both took hold of Erestor, under each shoulder and guided him to his chambers. Laying Erestor on top of the golden duvet, Elrond took out a vial he had within his pocket, ready for this occasion. Lifting Erestor's head he made his counselor
drink the sleeping draft. Erestor was so far gone in his grief that he did not question what he had been given. Celebrian retrieved a wet cloth from their bathing room and proceeded to wash Erestor's face of its tears, and of the bile that ran down his chin and onto his always-impeccable robes of state. Elrond removed Erestor’s outer robes and boots, leaving him in just his undershirt and leggings. Retrieving a blanket from the couch, he placed it on him as well. Erestor soon drifted off to a fitful sleep, where he hiccupped often as a residue of such deep sobbing.
Glorfindel felt the moment come of Erestor’s quieting. He used this time to gently close his mind to the connection he held with his husband. This was not an easy task, but a necessary one. For now he could concentrate on what lie ahead. Battle.
TBC