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Chapter 4
Title: Hidden Love (4/19)
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 4
Elrond crept quietly into the tent. He needed to retrieve a bag of healing herbs and did not want to send anyone in to disturb his friends. He bent to pick up the bag and looked over to the bed furs and was shocked, ‘do they love each other?’ he thought. There was Erestor sprawled over Glorfindel, both of them looking most content in their reverie. Not wanting to disturb them he took the bag and left, making sure no one was to enter the tent to disturb them.
This time it was Erestor who woke up first. He lay there and could not believe that he was sprawled once again on top of Glorfindel. He wondered if it was Glorfindel or himself that managed to get him in this position. He knew that he would need to move soon because all of his body was awakening and with it his desire for Glorfindel. Erestor managed to get halfway off of Glorfindel before he woke, looking deeply into his eyes.
“You seem to have a penchant to lie on top of me, mellon nín (my friend),” Glorfindel smiled. He thought how he would love to wake up like this every day for eternity.
“Yes, well, how do we know it is not you who pulls me on top, huh?” Erestor tried to hide his smile but failed when Glorfindel poked him in the stomach. “Hey!”
Chuckling, Glorfindel sat up and pulled on his boots then stood up and started putting on his armor.
“Thank you, Glorfindel, for taking care of me. What would I do without you, mellon nín?” Erestor said while he put on his boots.
“Humph, probably freeze and starve to death,” Glorfindel teased.
Just then both of them heard Erestor’s stomach grumble and they both laughed, “Yes, well, maybe you are right,” Erestor laughed as he went and ate a few pieces of lembas.
As they ate and prepared to leave the tent in search of Elrond, a warrior came riding into camp with terrible news.
Elrond looked up as an elf approached him, “Daugion, what are you doing here. What is wrong?”
Kneeling before Elrond, Daugion bowed his head and said, “My Lord Elrond, there was an attack when we were returning to Imladris. I was with Landion and a group of our warriors who were taking up the rear; we were able to hold the orcs at bay while the wounded and the rest of the warriors were able to make it to safety. We were able to kill all of the orcs but My Lord, Landion…perished during the attack.”
Elrond stumbled back and quickly looked to the tent and watched as Glorfindel and Erestor emerged. Glorfindel was going to be crushed by the news.
They were still laughing and joking around when they came out of the tent. When Glorfindel looked across the camp and saw Daugion kneeling in front of Elrond and then noticed the look of pain in Elrond’s eyes, Glorfindel’s laughter died. Daugion had been in Elrond’s group of warriors. He had stayed with Landion and was to help him get the wounded back to Imladris. Something was wrong, Glorfindel could feel it.
Erestor felt Glorfindel tense and followed his gaze to find Elrond who was trying to fight the tears that were filling his eyes. Quickly Glorfindel and he made their way to Elrond.
“Elrond, just tell me,” Glorfindel whispered.
Elrond took a deep breath then said, “Glorfindel I am so sorry, it seems Landion has passed on to the Halls of Mandos. The rear of their procession were attacked and he and his warriors engaged them while the wounded were taken to safety.”
Glorfindel winced and would have fallen had it not been for Erestor catching him. Unconsciously Glorfindel leaned into Erestor for support and comfort. He closed his eyes as pain gripped his soul. How could a mighty warrior like Landion have fallen? A tear slipped down his cheek and he shuddered, trying to hold back the tears.
“I am so sorry, Glorfindel; he was such a brave, kind warrior,” Erestor said as he fought his own pain. He knew Landion, as all in Imladris did; he was such a caring elf, helping out all who were in need.
Knowing that they must return to Imladris as quickly as possible, Elrond ordered that they break camp and prepare the wounded for travel.
Glorfindel walked around in a haze, numb, and Erestor more than once looked to Elrond with concern. Helping Glorfindel to gather his things and pack them in his saddlebags, he waited for him to climb up onto Asfaloth and handed him the reins. Swinging up onto Celegnen, Erestor stayed close to Glorfindel on the journey back to Imladris.
During the long journey Elrond called a halt every few hours to check on the wounded and to rest the horses. Erestor continued to watch over Glorfindel and truly worried because he showed no sign of any emotions. He tried to get him to talk and eat but nothing seemed to get Glorfindel to come out of his trance-like state. The last rest before they were to reach Imladris Erestor went to Elrond for guidance.
“Elrond, I am worried about Glorfindel; he hasn’t said anything and I feel his pain,” Erestor told him, fighting back his tears.
Elrond looked to Glorfindel who was sitting next to Asfaloth, his horse, “Erestor, he is probably trying to be strong for the other warriors. He is their captain and he knows that they are in pain as well, he would feel it his duty as a leader to not give into his grief. When we return to Imladris, take him to his chambers and stay with him tonight, he is going to need your friendship.”
Looking at Glorfindel and then back to Elrond he said, “Very well. Thank you, Elrond.”
“Are you well, mellon nín?” Elrond asked, putting a hand on Erestor’s shoulder.
Giving his friend’s hand a slight squeeze he said, “I will be.”
When they reached the gates of Imladris they all could hear the laments being sung for the wounded and dead. Knowing that Glorfindel needed to give in to his grief and would not do so in front of the other warriors, Erestor bade a stable hand to take extra care for their horses and walked with Glorfindel to his chambers. Passing a servant in the hall of The Last Homely House, Erestor ask for tea and food sent to Glorfindel’s chambers and thanked her.
Walking through Glorfindel’s antechamber and heading into his bedchamber, Erestor sat Glorfindel into a chair in front of the fireplace and after lighting a few candles, prepared a fire to help warm the chamber. Erestor had just managed to get Glorfindel out of his armor and travel clothes and into a lounging robe when a servant came with the food and tea.
Filling a cup with tea, he brought it to Glorfindel who had yet to speak a word, “Here, Glorfindel, take a drink; it will help warm you.”
Glorfindel let Erestor put the cup to his lips and after taking a couple of sips he finally let his grief crash over him, causing his body to shudder as sobs took hold of him.
Putting the cup down quickly, Erestor pulled Glorfindel into his arms and rocked him. Not knowing how to comfort him, Erestor started to sing a lullaby that he learned as a child. After awhile, exhaustion finally caused a lull in Glorfindel’s tears and Erestor put him into bed.
Thinking Erestor was going to leave him Glorfindel grabbed Erestor’s wrist and pleaded, “Do not leave me.”
Brushing the hair out of Glorfindel’s eyes Erestor looked down at him and with a sad smile said, “Nay, mellon nín (my friend), I will not leave you. Just let me extinguish the candles and change out of my travel clothes and I will lie down next to you.”
After Erestor managed to get Glorfindel to release his wrist, he quickly changed, and made sure the fire was not going to burn out climbed under the blankets next to Glorfindel who instantly rolled into him, latching onto him as if he was afraid to let go.
“Mellon nín, try to get some rest, I will be here, I will watch over you,” Erestor said while he pulled him closer to him and laying a gentle kiss upon his brow.
After taking a few shuddered breaths, exhaustion finally claimed Glorfindel. Once he was asleep Erestor gave in to his own grief, tears made their way down to fall upon Glorfindel’s hair. The pain of Landion’s death coupled with Glorfindel’s pain made Erestor’s sorrow all the more severe.
Kissing his brow once more, Erestor whispered, “Ind nín (My heart).”
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 4
Elrond crept quietly into the tent. He needed to retrieve a bag of healing herbs and did not want to send anyone in to disturb his friends. He bent to pick up the bag and looked over to the bed furs and was shocked, ‘do they love each other?’ he thought. There was Erestor sprawled over Glorfindel, both of them looking most content in their reverie. Not wanting to disturb them he took the bag and left, making sure no one was to enter the tent to disturb them.
This time it was Erestor who woke up first. He lay there and could not believe that he was sprawled once again on top of Glorfindel. He wondered if it was Glorfindel or himself that managed to get him in this position. He knew that he would need to move soon because all of his body was awakening and with it his desire for Glorfindel. Erestor managed to get halfway off of Glorfindel before he woke, looking deeply into his eyes.
“You seem to have a penchant to lie on top of me, mellon nín (my friend),” Glorfindel smiled. He thought how he would love to wake up like this every day for eternity.
“Yes, well, how do we know it is not you who pulls me on top, huh?” Erestor tried to hide his smile but failed when Glorfindel poked him in the stomach. “Hey!”
Chuckling, Glorfindel sat up and pulled on his boots then stood up and started putting on his armor.
“Thank you, Glorfindel, for taking care of me. What would I do without you, mellon nín?” Erestor said while he put on his boots.
“Humph, probably freeze and starve to death,” Glorfindel teased.
Just then both of them heard Erestor’s stomach grumble and they both laughed, “Yes, well, maybe you are right,” Erestor laughed as he went and ate a few pieces of lembas.
As they ate and prepared to leave the tent in search of Elrond, a warrior came riding into camp with terrible news.
Elrond looked up as an elf approached him, “Daugion, what are you doing here. What is wrong?”
Kneeling before Elrond, Daugion bowed his head and said, “My Lord Elrond, there was an attack when we were returning to Imladris. I was with Landion and a group of our warriors who were taking up the rear; we were able to hold the orcs at bay while the wounded and the rest of the warriors were able to make it to safety. We were able to kill all of the orcs but My Lord, Landion…perished during the attack.”
Elrond stumbled back and quickly looked to the tent and watched as Glorfindel and Erestor emerged. Glorfindel was going to be crushed by the news.
They were still laughing and joking around when they came out of the tent. When Glorfindel looked across the camp and saw Daugion kneeling in front of Elrond and then noticed the look of pain in Elrond’s eyes, Glorfindel’s laughter died. Daugion had been in Elrond’s group of warriors. He had stayed with Landion and was to help him get the wounded back to Imladris. Something was wrong, Glorfindel could feel it.
Erestor felt Glorfindel tense and followed his gaze to find Elrond who was trying to fight the tears that were filling his eyes. Quickly Glorfindel and he made their way to Elrond.
“Elrond, just tell me,” Glorfindel whispered.
Elrond took a deep breath then said, “Glorfindel I am so sorry, it seems Landion has passed on to the Halls of Mandos. The rear of their procession were attacked and he and his warriors engaged them while the wounded were taken to safety.”
Glorfindel winced and would have fallen had it not been for Erestor catching him. Unconsciously Glorfindel leaned into Erestor for support and comfort. He closed his eyes as pain gripped his soul. How could a mighty warrior like Landion have fallen? A tear slipped down his cheek and he shuddered, trying to hold back the tears.
“I am so sorry, Glorfindel; he was such a brave, kind warrior,” Erestor said as he fought his own pain. He knew Landion, as all in Imladris did; he was such a caring elf, helping out all who were in need.
Knowing that they must return to Imladris as quickly as possible, Elrond ordered that they break camp and prepare the wounded for travel.
Glorfindel walked around in a haze, numb, and Erestor more than once looked to Elrond with concern. Helping Glorfindel to gather his things and pack them in his saddlebags, he waited for him to climb up onto Asfaloth and handed him the reins. Swinging up onto Celegnen, Erestor stayed close to Glorfindel on the journey back to Imladris.
During the long journey Elrond called a halt every few hours to check on the wounded and to rest the horses. Erestor continued to watch over Glorfindel and truly worried because he showed no sign of any emotions. He tried to get him to talk and eat but nothing seemed to get Glorfindel to come out of his trance-like state. The last rest before they were to reach Imladris Erestor went to Elrond for guidance.
“Elrond, I am worried about Glorfindel; he hasn’t said anything and I feel his pain,” Erestor told him, fighting back his tears.
Elrond looked to Glorfindel who was sitting next to Asfaloth, his horse, “Erestor, he is probably trying to be strong for the other warriors. He is their captain and he knows that they are in pain as well, he would feel it his duty as a leader to not give into his grief. When we return to Imladris, take him to his chambers and stay with him tonight, he is going to need your friendship.”
Looking at Glorfindel and then back to Elrond he said, “Very well. Thank you, Elrond.”
“Are you well, mellon nín?” Elrond asked, putting a hand on Erestor’s shoulder.
Giving his friend’s hand a slight squeeze he said, “I will be.”
When they reached the gates of Imladris they all could hear the laments being sung for the wounded and dead. Knowing that Glorfindel needed to give in to his grief and would not do so in front of the other warriors, Erestor bade a stable hand to take extra care for their horses and walked with Glorfindel to his chambers. Passing a servant in the hall of The Last Homely House, Erestor ask for tea and food sent to Glorfindel’s chambers and thanked her.
Walking through Glorfindel’s antechamber and heading into his bedchamber, Erestor sat Glorfindel into a chair in front of the fireplace and after lighting a few candles, prepared a fire to help warm the chamber. Erestor had just managed to get Glorfindel out of his armor and travel clothes and into a lounging robe when a servant came with the food and tea.
Filling a cup with tea, he brought it to Glorfindel who had yet to speak a word, “Here, Glorfindel, take a drink; it will help warm you.”
Glorfindel let Erestor put the cup to his lips and after taking a couple of sips he finally let his grief crash over him, causing his body to shudder as sobs took hold of him.
Putting the cup down quickly, Erestor pulled Glorfindel into his arms and rocked him. Not knowing how to comfort him, Erestor started to sing a lullaby that he learned as a child. After awhile, exhaustion finally caused a lull in Glorfindel’s tears and Erestor put him into bed.
Thinking Erestor was going to leave him Glorfindel grabbed Erestor’s wrist and pleaded, “Do not leave me.”
Brushing the hair out of Glorfindel’s eyes Erestor looked down at him and with a sad smile said, “Nay, mellon nín (my friend), I will not leave you. Just let me extinguish the candles and change out of my travel clothes and I will lie down next to you.”
After Erestor managed to get Glorfindel to release his wrist, he quickly changed, and made sure the fire was not going to burn out climbed under the blankets next to Glorfindel who instantly rolled into him, latching onto him as if he was afraid to let go.
“Mellon nín, try to get some rest, I will be here, I will watch over you,” Erestor said while he pulled him closer to him and laying a gentle kiss upon his brow.
After taking a few shuddered breaths, exhaustion finally claimed Glorfindel. Once he was asleep Erestor gave in to his own grief, tears made their way down to fall upon Glorfindel’s hair. The pain of Landion’s death coupled with Glorfindel’s pain made Erestor’s sorrow all the more severe.
Kissing his brow once more, Erestor whispered, “Ind nín (My heart).”
TBC