The Fell Winter
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Title: The Fell Winter (3/?)
Author: Aglarien
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine, except for the cats. The great Master Tolkien’s estate owns everything else. I promise to return his elves when I’m done playing with them.
Warning: AU. Complete disregard for canon, JRRT’s timelines (although the years of The Fell Winter are accurate), and the fact that only the peredhil of Elrond’s lineage got to choose between human and elf. Lots of fluff.
Timeline: The Fell Winter, T.A. 2911-2912
Beta: Patricia/Slayer9649. Thank you Gwathel.
Summary: Middle-earth is in the middle of the harshest winter ever known, and Erestor is suffering from the cold. A small child and a golden warrior warm his heart.
Chapter 3
While Erestor was still working, the warrior had secretly checked Erestor’s cold rooms, and then had requested the house servants to light blazing fires in both the fireplace in the bedroom and the one in the study. When that was done, they were to put fresh linens and extra warm coverings on Erestor’s large bed. The bed was to be moved and placed in front of the fireplace. A heavy night robe Glorfindel had found in Erestor’s wardrobe was also to be placed in front of the fire to warm.
Glorfindel and Elrond were not the only elves worried about Erestor. When Glorfindel left to await Erestor in the healing hall, the servants had set about their tasks, and added a few more of their own. A table was set conveniently near the bed, and laden with decanters of miruvor, wine, and fruit juice, glasses, a basket of bread and cheese, and another basket of fruit. A jar held Erestor’s favorite tea leaves, and there was a pot or two of preserves. A tray held glasses, cups, bowls, serving spoons, and spoons for eating the rich soup in the heavy kettle placed on a hook in the fireplace to keep warm. A second hook held a kettle of heating water. Fresh flowers were brought in from the greenhouses to sweeten the air, along with softly scented candles.
Glorfindel carried Riniel, her stuffed bunny, and her warm nightgown in one arm; his other arm was wrapped around the exhausted councilor as he led them back to Erestor’s rooms.
Erestor was simply too tired and cold, and the warmth from Glorfindel’s arm felt too good to protest. When they reached his rooms, the councilor pulled a hand out from beneath his heavy fur to open the door, astonished when the door opened on its own – no, not on its own, he realized. A servant stood on the other side holding the door open. Entering the chambers, he looked around in amazement. His normally freezing rooms were warm and inviting, and there was a wonderful smell of flowers, combined with another smell that had him suddenly ravenous. “You did all this?” he asked the smiling servant.
“There were several of us, my lord. Lord Glorfindel asked us to warm the rooms and move your bed in front of the fire. I only stayed to see if you needed any assistance and make sure your dinner didn’t burn.” The young maiden looked at Glorfindel for an answer.
Glorfindel was tempted to accept the servant’s help with Riniel and serving dinner, but quickly realized that it would be best if he did it himself. It would be a way to get closer to Erestor and the elfling. “Thank you, but I will be able to handle it.” Looking around at the extra touches the servants had done, he smiled at the maiden gratefully. “Thank you, and thank the others for me, will you?”
The servant bowed her head to Glorfindel, and then said, “There is a lovely soup over the fire, and another kettle with hot water for the tea, my lord. Just place the dirty dishes outside the door when you are finished, and I will collect them later. Good night, my lords. Enjoy your meal.” With a bow, she left.
“Let’s get you and Rin changed into your night clothes, Erestor, and tucked into bed where you will be warm, then you can have that lovely smelling soup in bed. Would you like that, little one?” Glorfindel said.
Riniel nodded. “Can I sit next to you, Erestor?”
Erestor smiled wearily at the elfling and sat down on his bed. “Of course you can, sweetheart. Why don’t we get your nightgown on and you can get all bundled up in bed.”
“I have an even better idea. Why don’t I help Riniel into her nightgown while you get into your warm robe,” Glorfindel said. He set Riniel on the bed, and then took Erestor’s heavy night robe from where it hung by the fire and handed it to him. “Into your bathroom. Now. Change,” he said quietly. Taking Erestor’s hands, he pulled him up and pushed the councilor toward the bathroom.
Erestor was too weary to even think about why he was allowing Glorfindel to order his actions, so night robe in hand, he went to the bathroom to change, closing the door behind him.
“Come on, little one,” Glorfindel said. “Let’s get you changed.” He helped Riniel off of the bed, and kneeling on the floor in front of the elfling, he removed her day clothes, quickly replacing them with her warm nightgown. He had just finished when Erestor scurried out of the bathroom to stand in front the fire, trying to warm himself. “Into bed with you, Erestor. It’s nice and warm for you.” Glorfindel led Erestor to the bed and quickly bundled him into it. “Warm up a little while I get you some of that wonderful smelling soup, and you can eat sitting up in bed.”
Riniel scurried up onto the bed with her stuffed bunny and sat next to Erestor on top of the bedclothes. “Are you cold, Erestor?” she asked.
Erestor nodded, shivering. “Yes, sweetheart. I am very cold.”
“Ada says elves don’t get cold. Are you sick? I can keep you warm, Erestor. We used to keep Nana warm when she was sick.” With that, Riniel got even closer to Erestor, wrapped her arms around his neck, and lay down next to him, her bunny squished between them.
Glorfindel grinned and pulled the bedclothes from underneath the elfling so she could get under the blankets, and then tucked the blankets around her.
“Is that better, Erestor? Are you warm now,” Riniel asked.
“Much warmer, little one,” Erestor said. “Thank you.” And it was true; his heart was filled with warmth.
Glorfindel fixed a tray with bowls of the soup, glasses of wine, fruit juice for Riniel, and bread and cheese. Leaving it on the table, he said, “Time to sit up and eat, you two.” He could see Erestor was weary, but he wasn’t shivering anymore. He soon had his charges sitting up against a mound of pillows. He handed Erestor a glass of miruvor. “Drink this first, Erestor. It will help strengthen you.”
Erestor took the glass and sipped at the miruvor. He still wondered why Glorfindel was here – why he was helping – but he could sense no guile in the warrior, and he was grateful. “I don’t know how to thank you, Glorfindel,” he said. “I don’t know why you are here, but I also don’t know how I would have managed on my own tonight, and this is so very nice.”
“I am here because there is the need, Erestor. If you will let me, I would like to be your friend and help you,” Glorfindel replied.
Erestor did not reply, but finished his miruvor and handed the empty glass to Glorfindel.
After the elves had finished their meal, Erestor and Riniel quickly fell asleep, the councilor’s arms wrapped protectively around the elfling. Glorfindel sat in a chair watching them, and wondering what turn his life would now take. Every so often he added more wood to the fire, or tucked the warm bedclothes closer around the sleeping elves, and sat down again in the chair to watch over his charges and think some more.
Tbc…….
Author: Aglarien
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine, except for the cats. The great Master Tolkien’s estate owns everything else. I promise to return his elves when I’m done playing with them.
Warning: AU. Complete disregard for canon, JRRT’s timelines (although the years of The Fell Winter are accurate), and the fact that only the peredhil of Elrond’s lineage got to choose between human and elf. Lots of fluff.
Timeline: The Fell Winter, T.A. 2911-2912
Beta: Patricia/Slayer9649. Thank you Gwathel.
Summary: Middle-earth is in the middle of the harshest winter ever known, and Erestor is suffering from the cold. A small child and a golden warrior warm his heart.
Chapter 3
While Erestor was still working, the warrior had secretly checked Erestor’s cold rooms, and then had requested the house servants to light blazing fires in both the fireplace in the bedroom and the one in the study. When that was done, they were to put fresh linens and extra warm coverings on Erestor’s large bed. The bed was to be moved and placed in front of the fireplace. A heavy night robe Glorfindel had found in Erestor’s wardrobe was also to be placed in front of the fire to warm.
Glorfindel and Elrond were not the only elves worried about Erestor. When Glorfindel left to await Erestor in the healing hall, the servants had set about their tasks, and added a few more of their own. A table was set conveniently near the bed, and laden with decanters of miruvor, wine, and fruit juice, glasses, a basket of bread and cheese, and another basket of fruit. A jar held Erestor’s favorite tea leaves, and there was a pot or two of preserves. A tray held glasses, cups, bowls, serving spoons, and spoons for eating the rich soup in the heavy kettle placed on a hook in the fireplace to keep warm. A second hook held a kettle of heating water. Fresh flowers were brought in from the greenhouses to sweeten the air, along with softly scented candles.
Glorfindel carried Riniel, her stuffed bunny, and her warm nightgown in one arm; his other arm was wrapped around the exhausted councilor as he led them back to Erestor’s rooms.
Erestor was simply too tired and cold, and the warmth from Glorfindel’s arm felt too good to protest. When they reached his rooms, the councilor pulled a hand out from beneath his heavy fur to open the door, astonished when the door opened on its own – no, not on its own, he realized. A servant stood on the other side holding the door open. Entering the chambers, he looked around in amazement. His normally freezing rooms were warm and inviting, and there was a wonderful smell of flowers, combined with another smell that had him suddenly ravenous. “You did all this?” he asked the smiling servant.
“There were several of us, my lord. Lord Glorfindel asked us to warm the rooms and move your bed in front of the fire. I only stayed to see if you needed any assistance and make sure your dinner didn’t burn.” The young maiden looked at Glorfindel for an answer.
Glorfindel was tempted to accept the servant’s help with Riniel and serving dinner, but quickly realized that it would be best if he did it himself. It would be a way to get closer to Erestor and the elfling. “Thank you, but I will be able to handle it.” Looking around at the extra touches the servants had done, he smiled at the maiden gratefully. “Thank you, and thank the others for me, will you?”
The servant bowed her head to Glorfindel, and then said, “There is a lovely soup over the fire, and another kettle with hot water for the tea, my lord. Just place the dirty dishes outside the door when you are finished, and I will collect them later. Good night, my lords. Enjoy your meal.” With a bow, she left.
“Let’s get you and Rin changed into your night clothes, Erestor, and tucked into bed where you will be warm, then you can have that lovely smelling soup in bed. Would you like that, little one?” Glorfindel said.
Riniel nodded. “Can I sit next to you, Erestor?”
Erestor smiled wearily at the elfling and sat down on his bed. “Of course you can, sweetheart. Why don’t we get your nightgown on and you can get all bundled up in bed.”
“I have an even better idea. Why don’t I help Riniel into her nightgown while you get into your warm robe,” Glorfindel said. He set Riniel on the bed, and then took Erestor’s heavy night robe from where it hung by the fire and handed it to him. “Into your bathroom. Now. Change,” he said quietly. Taking Erestor’s hands, he pulled him up and pushed the councilor toward the bathroom.
Erestor was too weary to even think about why he was allowing Glorfindel to order his actions, so night robe in hand, he went to the bathroom to change, closing the door behind him.
“Come on, little one,” Glorfindel said. “Let’s get you changed.” He helped Riniel off of the bed, and kneeling on the floor in front of the elfling, he removed her day clothes, quickly replacing them with her warm nightgown. He had just finished when Erestor scurried out of the bathroom to stand in front the fire, trying to warm himself. “Into bed with you, Erestor. It’s nice and warm for you.” Glorfindel led Erestor to the bed and quickly bundled him into it. “Warm up a little while I get you some of that wonderful smelling soup, and you can eat sitting up in bed.”
Riniel scurried up onto the bed with her stuffed bunny and sat next to Erestor on top of the bedclothes. “Are you cold, Erestor?” she asked.
Erestor nodded, shivering. “Yes, sweetheart. I am very cold.”
“Ada says elves don’t get cold. Are you sick? I can keep you warm, Erestor. We used to keep Nana warm when she was sick.” With that, Riniel got even closer to Erestor, wrapped her arms around his neck, and lay down next to him, her bunny squished between them.
Glorfindel grinned and pulled the bedclothes from underneath the elfling so she could get under the blankets, and then tucked the blankets around her.
“Is that better, Erestor? Are you warm now,” Riniel asked.
“Much warmer, little one,” Erestor said. “Thank you.” And it was true; his heart was filled with warmth.
Glorfindel fixed a tray with bowls of the soup, glasses of wine, fruit juice for Riniel, and bread and cheese. Leaving it on the table, he said, “Time to sit up and eat, you two.” He could see Erestor was weary, but he wasn’t shivering anymore. He soon had his charges sitting up against a mound of pillows. He handed Erestor a glass of miruvor. “Drink this first, Erestor. It will help strengthen you.”
Erestor took the glass and sipped at the miruvor. He still wondered why Glorfindel was here – why he was helping – but he could sense no guile in the warrior, and he was grateful. “I don’t know how to thank you, Glorfindel,” he said. “I don’t know why you are here, but I also don’t know how I would have managed on my own tonight, and this is so very nice.”
“I am here because there is the need, Erestor. If you will let me, I would like to be your friend and help you,” Glorfindel replied.
Erestor did not reply, but finished his miruvor and handed the empty glass to Glorfindel.
After the elves had finished their meal, Erestor and Riniel quickly fell asleep, the councilor’s arms wrapped protectively around the elfling. Glorfindel sat in a chair watching them, and wondering what turn his life would now take. Every so often he added more wood to the fire, or tucked the warm bedclothes closer around the sleeping elves, and sat down again in the chair to watch over his charges and think some more.
Tbc…….