Téci melméva or love letters

Chapter five Glorfindel runs

Glorfindel blinked after being disturbed in his bath. He quickly slipped into his clothes, not ruling out the possibility they were under attack and hurried to answer the door. He was surprised to see Elrohir standing there with a guilty look on his face. His reaction was instinctive and habitual.

He crossed his arms and raised himself. “And what have you done?”
Elrohir smiled at the words. “Some things never change, fortunately. I came to apologize, Glorfindel, for my words. I should never have said them, but I really thought it was you.”

Glorfindel shook his head, stepping back llowllow Elrohir entrée. “Are you satisfied it wasn’t me?”
Elrohir shrugged. “I don’t know. You still seem the best bet.”
Glorfindel’s lips became grim. “Elladan fortunately doesn’t think so.”
Elrohir sat down and nodded. “But he does not include you or Lindir into calculation and it is possible. Highly possible. I’ve watched you, Glorfindel, and everything you did or said adds up. It has to be you. You don’t have to worry I will tell Elladan, but I would advice you not to lie to yourself verbally.”

Glorfindel jumped and looked at Elrohir with disbelief on his face. “I did not write those letters!”
Elrohir smiled. “Of course you did. There’s no other reason that explains your behaviour. It is you.”
Glorfindel growled. “I am not in love with your brother!”
Elrohir smiled at him with understanding. “Look inside your heart, Glorfindel. Voice with your mouth what your hand already trusted to paper.”
Glorfindel’s eyes widened. “What??”

Elrohir smiled warmly and placed a hand on the blond’s shoulder, noticing his shivers. /Because I am not my brother. Because he’s fighting for control./ He was fighting for control all right, but not the kind Elrohir meant.

Glorfl pul pushed Elrohir from him and glared at him with the intensity the twin had never before seen. It scared him, for never before had the elda been mad at him. “Get out! I do not love Elladan and I did not write those letters. Now get out my room and get these delusional ideas out your mind before I knock them out!” His voice was clipped and dangerous.

Elrohir trembled and could not stop his tears. “But I only want to help you…” When Glorfindel growled dangerously and advanced om thm the way a predator did its prey he ran out the room, not stopping before he reached his own.

Immediately after the twin had left Glorfindel started packing. /If I stay something will go wrong./ He stopped a servant to deliver a message to Elrond and marched to the stables. He would go check the borders, all borders. That would keep him away for a long time. He hoped it would be long enough to make Elrohir see sense. If not, he could always prolong it.

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Elladan knocked at his father door and smiled at Erestor’s clipped voice. “Do I interrupt?” “YES!” “No.” Elladan laughed and before he could speak the door opened and his father stood in the doorway.

“Come in, ion-nin. What is it?”
Elladan hugged him and threw an apologetic look at Erestor, who shrugged and sighed defeated. Elrond poured them all some water.

Elladan wordlessly handed him the new message. “I am out of ideas, ada. Except for one.” Erestor sat up interested. Elladan shrugged. “Perhaps you or Erestor could help me get something written by Márcaron and Ereinaldo. It can only be one of them.”

Erestor jumped up and started pacing, which was a straining test on the Peredhil muscles for it looked extremely ridiculous; Erestor pacing wearing nothing but a sheet.

Suddenly the counsellor turned. “I don’t think we need to spook them with that. No, just watching them for a day or two might be enough.”
Elrond nodded. He and Erestor would watch both elves for the signs of the elven sickness. He only hoped they would both display the signs.

Elladan sat down and allowed Elrond to pull him on the bed. “Ro’s acting weird ada. He thought Glorfindel wrote them.”
Erestor laughed. “Aye, and you know our blond.”
Elladan nodded. “I’m glad you kept him company. He was his charming self again when he came to the room.”
Elrond smiled. “I’m glad. Do you think your twin has abandoned his idea?”
Elladan shrugged. “I fear not. I hope Glorfindel won’t challenge him to a duel.”
Elrond laughed warmly. “That will never happen, pen-neth.” He groaned when another knock sounded.

Erestor already hurried to answer it and frowned when he found a servant holding a letter on the other side. He opened it and gasped. “Elladan, Elrond, Glorfindel left. He’s gone to check the borders.”
Elrond looked at him. “Which ones?”
Erestor panted hard. “All of them.”
His eyes stared at Elladan, filled with fear and hope. “Did Elrohir go to him?”
Elladan nodded and stood. “I’ll ask him what happened?” He ran away before either elder could stop him.

Elrond took the letter from Erestor and stared at the words in disbelief. “I wonder what has been said between them?”
Erestor fall on the bed in despair. “If the little one still believes Glorfindel to be author he could have said anything and wouldn’t have believed Glorfindel had he denied it. No, he left because of this.”
Elrond nodded as well. “And just when we need his eyes as well.”

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Elrohir jumped up when Elladan threw his door open and glared at him. “What did you do, you brainless orc?”
Elrohir was puzzled by the behaviour. “What is wrong? Elladan?”
Elladan snorted. “What did you say to Glorfindel? He left, Elrohir, he left! For Elbereth knows how long. And it’s your fault!”
Elrohir groaned. “Why won’t he just listen to me? Listen, gwanunig, he wrote the letters and he ran because he doesn’t want you to know.”
Elladan growled loud. “You nitwit! You brainless idiot! He ran because you would not believe him. Because you assume things and act accordingly. If you won’t hear him, hear me: Glorfindel did not write those letters. Glorfindel does not love me. I do not know who did wrote them but it isn’t Glorfindel! He told me his heart is taken and it isn’t me, you bastard! You’d better pray nothing happens to him. Go after him, apologize and get him back for I swear I will not talk to you until you do.” His lips where a thin line and his eyes had darkened in anger.

“Now, what did you say?”
Elrohir stood before him. “You might not believe it, but he -is- in love with you. It has to be him. I’ve watched him and everything he does and says is consistent with the letters.”
Elladan growled, the sound emanating from deep within his throat. “Even you said the handwriting is strange!”
Elrohir nodded. “And did you ever consider the author might have changed it to fool us. I tell you, it is him. He ran not because of my words, but because he fears your rejection.”

Elladan had to restrain himself not to hit his brother. “It isn’t Glorfindel! Go get him back.”
Elrohir shook his head. “You are the one who can do that, not me.” He advanced on his twin, not afraid of him at all. “You’d better open your eyes before he fades, gwanunig. You might not have read that, I have. Your admirer is slowly fading and only you can save him. Do you want to lose Glorfindel?”
Elladan sprung at his twin and started hitting him. “I will hit some sense in your mind, even if it’s the last thing I do.”

It took six soldiers to break them up and two healers to patch them up. They had made so much noise the entire valley was soon aware of their argument and everyone was worried. None believed Glorfindel could be the admirer, for almost everyonew wew where his heart did reside, but none knew why it might be. None, save the author.

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Elrond and Erestor looked grien ten they entered the dining room, though a sparkle entered their eyes when they saw what awaited Elladan on his plate. “That should prove it.”

Soon the twins entered, but the air wasn’t the same. Elladan completely ignored his twin and nodded curtly at his father and Erestor. He reached for the note on his plate and opened it intlyntly. Smirking he read it ouud: ud:

Aiya Elladan,
Navë antanën ten tana naicelë. Ilquen sí istar o’ máhë impë te ar Elrohir ar nás raicanya. Ve haryan i-tuo nain quetëan ron ni ú ná Glorfindel mi quen, nan ai, ú haryëan tuotya. Veer carnët cennë nin… nan návan tana ná ni raicanya an tulië tenna i-técë.
Er ar oi : nitya an oi.

Elrohir shook his head. “If he thinks I’m going to buy this, he’s the insane one.”
Elrond flared up and hit his youngest son with the back of his hand. “That’s enough. You’ve disrupted my home, even the valley, with your assumptions. Believe it from me and Erestor when we say Glorfindel does not love Elladan. And before you give us -that- look, bear in mind we know whom he does love, though we are beginning to doubt if he didn’t give his heart to the wrong elf.”

This shut Elrohir up like nothing could. He lowered his head in shame and guilt. “He… he… he spoke the truth? But… but… but… I really thought it was him and that he was hiding. I could not stand by and allow him to fade.”
Elladan growled and Elrohir turned to him. “Elladan, I am so sorry for this. Aiya, I did not even think to check for the ailing signs. I really am a brainless orc. Oh, can you ever forgive me?”

Elladan cried his own tears and hugged his twin. His look was strange when he pulled back. “What’s all that nonsense about fading?”
Elrohir sighed. “Where else would that low self-esteem and unworthiness come from? It practically seeps from the paper.”
Elladan smiled. “So you were too concerned about Glorfindel’s health and future you failed to notice he spoke the truth.”
Elrohir nodded and smiled meekly. “And before you say anything, I -will- go after him and bring him back. It really is my fault.”

Elrond sighed relieved. “Good, that’s settled. Elladan, if you ever do find your admirer, let me know. I will have to thank him for restoring peace so swiftly. Nás minya.”
Elladan laughed. “Aye, Ro and I never made up so fast.”

Dinner now progressed smooth but suddenly Elladan leaned forward, squinting his eyes, handhands reaching for his head. “Ada? Promise not to confide me in bed, but I’m starting to see spots.” Elrond instantly was beside him and asking him questions.

Erestor pulled the other twin in an embrace for Elrohir was overwhelmed with guilt.

Elrond shook his head. “I need to get the necessary herbs.” He wanted to ask Elrohir or Erestor to help Elladan to his room, but Erestor signalled Elrohir was incapable of doing anything at the moment and he needed to stay with someone as well.

Elrond signalled a servant closer. “Márcamor, please help my son to his rooms.”
The servant was shocked and shook his head. “I can’t, my lord.” He didn’t trust this. Elrond was about to throw a tantrum at him when a second servant stepped forward. “I’ll bring him, my lord.”

He supported Elladan and slowly steered the dizzy Peredhel out the room. Elrond narrowed his eyes as he stared after them and he smiled graced his features. Before leaving the room himself he locked his eyes with Erestor who smiled at his expression.

Erestor leaned in closer and supported the twin. He waited for the emotional storm to die out before speaking. “Elladan will be fine, Elrond is the best healer. But Glorfindel is another matter.”
Elrohir looked at him. “I need to find him, but I’m afraid, Erestor. What if he runs from me?”
Erestor smiled at him. “I will not deny he will test your skills to the limit. Doing so would be a lie. But I do bve yve you can find him. And he will listen, Elrohir. The heart always listens.”

Elrohir smiled at the encouraging words, though he missed the hint, and left to saddle his horse. Erestor smiled. “You’d better pack light and bring enough food.” Elrohir waved his arm to show he’d heard and increased his speed.

End chapter 05
TBC

Translations:

Nás minya. Means : It’s a first
The letter:
Aiya Elladan,
Navë antanën ten tana naicelë. Ilquen sí istar o’ máhë impë te ar Elrohir ar nás raicanya. Ve haryan i-tuo nain quetëan ron ni ú ná Glorfindel mi quen, nan ai, ú haryëan tuotya. Veer carnët cennë nin… nan návan tana ná ni raicanya an tulië tenna i-técë.
Er ar oi : nitya an oi.
Aiya Elladan,
To think I’ve brought that much pain to you. Everyone now know of the battle between you and Elrohir and it is my fault. If I had the courage I would tell him I am not Glorfindel myself, but alas, I have not your strenght. If only you hadn’t searched for me… but I guess that’s my own fault for even sending you the letter.
Still and always : yours forever.