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chapter 5
Title: The Strong Heart (5/14)
Author: Aglarien
Rating: NC-17
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel; Caladir/Gurvelon
Disclaimer: Alas, not mine. Except for the cats.
Warning: AU. Fluffy in part.
Summary: Erestor and Glorfindel are determined to find out what, or who, is hurting their friend.
Chapter 5
Erestor finally found Glorfindel back in his office.
“Glorfindel? How did you do this morning, my love?” Erestor entered the office, shutting the door behind him.
“Would you believe the one elf that saw something that didn’t look right was our little Saercaeron?”
“Aye, I would. Of the servants and the others in the house, it was a young chambermaid and a librarian.” Erestor sat at the desk with Glorfindel as they compared notes. Taking a quill and parchment, Erestor began to draw a timeline, placing all of the incidents they knew of in the previous day’s afternoon.
“Erestor, I have an idea how we can find out if the Galadhrim in the house was Thalahir. It’s nearly time for the noon meal. I will take mine in the barracks with all the guards. You come in a short time later to give me an update on Gurvelon, and just so happen to notice Thalahir.” Glorfindel explained his idea in detail to Erestor.
Erestor nodded. “Now I know another reason why I love you. You have a devious mind, my love.”
Glorfindel grinned. “I must have picked it up from you, sweetheart.”
Erestor chuckled and kissed Glorfindel passionately.
~~~*~~~
Entering the barracks dining hall, Erestor called out, “Glorfindel, are you in here, my love? Oh, there you are! Forgive me for interrupting you, love. I just wanted to give you an update on Gurvelon.”
Before Glorfindel could answer, many of the Imladris guards spoke at once, wanting to know how the little husband of their captain was faring.
“I am very happy to say that he is doing much better, and we even expect him, as well as Caladir, to be back to work tomorrow.” Erestor addressed all the elves gathered for their meal.
“That is wonderful news! We are very fortunate that Elrond and Nestoron were able to act so quickly. Else I fear we could have lost both Gurvelon and Caladir,” Glorfindel responded.
“Glorfindel, will you tell us what happened? All we know is that Caladir ran off the training grounds yesterday without saying a word,” Taurfaeron, the captain of the Lothlorien guards asked,
“Yesterday afternoon, Caladir’s mate was poisoned. Someone had left a poisoned pastry on his desk while he was in another room. Gurvelon thought Caladir had left it for him.”
“And you would have lost Caladir to grief,” Taurfaeron said. “Who would do something like that?”
“I wish we knew,” Glorfindel answered.
“How are you and your guards finding Imladris?” Erestor asked the Lothlorien captain.
Taurfaeron smiled. “I will admit, we do miss our woods, but your valley is most fair. We are being made most welcome and well cared for, Lord Erestor. Thank you.”
Erestor smiled in return. “I am pleased to hear that. One of the servants mentioned seeing one of your guards in one of the halls and the library yesterday. I wanted to inquire if he found what he needed, or if I could offer my assistance?”
“Oh, that was Thalahir. Do you need Lord Erestor’s assistance, Thalahir?”
Thalahir bowed his head to Erestor. “Thank you for your gracious offer, my Lord. After I spoke to Captain Taurfaeron in his quarters, I went to the library looking for something to read since we ended our training early. It was most gracious of Lord Elrond to allow us to use your library. I chose a book on the history of your valley to pass the time.”
Erestor nodded, and spoke to the Lothlorien elves. “I hope you will all feel free to ask my assistance if you need anything at all. Will I see you all in the Hall of Fire after dinner this evening? We are very proud of our minstrels and storytellers, and look forward to having you join us.”
“Of course we will be there, Lord Erestor.” Taurfaeron answered. It would not be polite to turn down Erestor’s request, politely stated as an invitation. “We look forward to it.”
Erestor turned back to Glorfindel. “Will I see you at dinner, my love?”
Glorfindel nodded and gave Erestor a chaste kiss. “I will see you later, beloved.”
Erestor left, and the conversation turned back to Gurvelon and Caladir, and who would do such a thing.
~~~*~~~
After dinner the elves gathered in the Hall of Fire. Erestor had visited Caladir and Gurvelon earlier to make sure Gurvelon was well enough to be in the Hall of Fire that night, and ask them to attend. When Caladir asked why, Erestor had simply stated that it was important to his and Glorfindel’s investigation.
Caladir and Gurvelon sat at one side of the room, as they had been asked to, while Erestor and Glorfindel watched from the shadows on the other. Caladir’s arms protectively encircled Gurvelon. Many Imladris elves approached them and expressed their pleasure at seeing Gurvelon. Minstrels played from a corner of the room, while stories were told in front of a huge fireplace.
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The Lothlorien guard watched Caladir and his mate. So there’s the little mousy scribe, all well again, I see. And we’re expected to believe that Caladir would fade if he loses that little brat! Not with me here to pick up the pieces, he won’t. They think they’re so smart, putting that elf on the roof. Did they really expect a trained guard from the Golden Woods to miss that one? What idiots! It will just make it more challenging for me to get to the mouse next time. And I do like a challenge.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Glorfindel elbowed Erestor as they watched Thalahir approach the couple. The Galadhel appeared to be politely enquiring after Gurvelon. As he turned around to rejoin the other Galadhrim, the watching pair had a perfect view of his face.
Glorfindel elbowed Erestor again. “Come, beloved. We need to talk.” On their way out, Glorfindel found Suithoron, and requested that he watch over Caladir and Gurvelon, and escort them back to their rooms.
Reaching their own rooms, Glorfindel went ahead to the bedroom, lighting candles, while Erestor stopped at the basket of cats.
“Hello, my friends. I am sorry I have not given you much attention today. Would you like to come into the bedroom with us?” Picking up all four kittens, he told Tinnu and Glirien to follow.
“What do you have there, Erestor? Oh look, it’s a gaggle of kittens.” He took two of the kittens, and both elves and all six cats settled themselves comfortably on the bed. The two elves began to talk, all the while petting kittens and stroking the purring grown cats.
“Well, if it’s Thalahir, he made sure he had a good excuse to be in the house, Erestor.”
“Aye, he did. Did you see the way he looked when I came in the barracks with the news that Gurvelon was better? Everyone else was smiling, but be had a grim look.” Erestor pulled Tinnu onto his lap.
“I saw. And when I said that bit about losing both Gurvelon and Caladir, he almost seemed to smirk.” Glorfindel reached for Glirien to give the sweet little cat her share of attention. Two little kittens were crawling over his chest and shoulders, batting at his long hair.
“The same look as he had when he turned from speaking to them tonight. But what could his motive be? Does he hate Caladir or does he want him for himself?”
Glorfindel thought for a moment, removing a kitten who had decided to wash his face. “I don’t know, my love. Taurfaeron was sincere when he said everyone was making them welcome. You know the Imladris elves, Erestor. Can you honestly think of one who is not kind? And Caladir is known for being both kind and just. Why would he hate him?”
“Aye, you’re right, my love. I cannot see Caladir doing anything that would make anyone hate him. He is our dear friend, but that does not blind me. Do you think Thalahir wants him, then?”
“I know not, beloved. But what other motive could he have? Or maybe it’s not him, and he’s just strange.”
Erestor shook his head. “We will just have to watch closer. Maybe you can find out more if you have a ‘friendly’ conversation with one of the other Galadhrim?”
Glorfindel nodded. “I will do that tomorrow.” The kittens had made their normal ‘cat-heap’, lying on top of each other to sleep. “Let’s put these fuzz balls back in their basket and go to bed.”
Erestor picked up the four kittens who mewed at being disturbed. Glorfindel picked up Tinnu, set him over his shoulder, then lifted Glirien. When the six cats were safely placed back in their basket, Glorfindel lifted Erestor up into his arms to carry him back to the bedroom.
“Now, my little fuzz ball, I have you all to myself.”
Erestor giggled. “You are a crazy elf, you know.”
“Oh, I don’t know about that.” Glorfindel chuckled, tossing Erestor on the bed and flopping down next to him, which caused Erestor to giggle again. “How would you like me to call you ‘baby’ while I pound you into the mattress?” he added softly.
Erestor’s suddenly lust-filled eyes looked up into equally aroused blue one, and nearly ripped their robes off to get at Glorfindel. “What are you waiting for, my crazy elf,” he purred, kissing his glorious lover passionately and thrusting his tongue into Glorfindel’s sweetness.
Glorfindel growled, and deepening the kiss, trapped his little lover beneath him so he could fulfill Erestor’s every little desire.
Tbc…
Taurfaeron – Forest Spirit
Author: Aglarien
Rating: NC-17
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel; Caladir/Gurvelon
Disclaimer: Alas, not mine. Except for the cats.
Warning: AU. Fluffy in part.
Summary: Erestor and Glorfindel are determined to find out what, or who, is hurting their friend.
Chapter 5
Erestor finally found Glorfindel back in his office.
“Glorfindel? How did you do this morning, my love?” Erestor entered the office, shutting the door behind him.
“Would you believe the one elf that saw something that didn’t look right was our little Saercaeron?”
“Aye, I would. Of the servants and the others in the house, it was a young chambermaid and a librarian.” Erestor sat at the desk with Glorfindel as they compared notes. Taking a quill and parchment, Erestor began to draw a timeline, placing all of the incidents they knew of in the previous day’s afternoon.
“Erestor, I have an idea how we can find out if the Galadhrim in the house was Thalahir. It’s nearly time for the noon meal. I will take mine in the barracks with all the guards. You come in a short time later to give me an update on Gurvelon, and just so happen to notice Thalahir.” Glorfindel explained his idea in detail to Erestor.
Erestor nodded. “Now I know another reason why I love you. You have a devious mind, my love.”
Glorfindel grinned. “I must have picked it up from you, sweetheart.”
Erestor chuckled and kissed Glorfindel passionately.
~~~*~~~
Entering the barracks dining hall, Erestor called out, “Glorfindel, are you in here, my love? Oh, there you are! Forgive me for interrupting you, love. I just wanted to give you an update on Gurvelon.”
Before Glorfindel could answer, many of the Imladris guards spoke at once, wanting to know how the little husband of their captain was faring.
“I am very happy to say that he is doing much better, and we even expect him, as well as Caladir, to be back to work tomorrow.” Erestor addressed all the elves gathered for their meal.
“That is wonderful news! We are very fortunate that Elrond and Nestoron were able to act so quickly. Else I fear we could have lost both Gurvelon and Caladir,” Glorfindel responded.
“Glorfindel, will you tell us what happened? All we know is that Caladir ran off the training grounds yesterday without saying a word,” Taurfaeron, the captain of the Lothlorien guards asked,
“Yesterday afternoon, Caladir’s mate was poisoned. Someone had left a poisoned pastry on his desk while he was in another room. Gurvelon thought Caladir had left it for him.”
“And you would have lost Caladir to grief,” Taurfaeron said. “Who would do something like that?”
“I wish we knew,” Glorfindel answered.
“How are you and your guards finding Imladris?” Erestor asked the Lothlorien captain.
Taurfaeron smiled. “I will admit, we do miss our woods, but your valley is most fair. We are being made most welcome and well cared for, Lord Erestor. Thank you.”
Erestor smiled in return. “I am pleased to hear that. One of the servants mentioned seeing one of your guards in one of the halls and the library yesterday. I wanted to inquire if he found what he needed, or if I could offer my assistance?”
“Oh, that was Thalahir. Do you need Lord Erestor’s assistance, Thalahir?”
Thalahir bowed his head to Erestor. “Thank you for your gracious offer, my Lord. After I spoke to Captain Taurfaeron in his quarters, I went to the library looking for something to read since we ended our training early. It was most gracious of Lord Elrond to allow us to use your library. I chose a book on the history of your valley to pass the time.”
Erestor nodded, and spoke to the Lothlorien elves. “I hope you will all feel free to ask my assistance if you need anything at all. Will I see you all in the Hall of Fire after dinner this evening? We are very proud of our minstrels and storytellers, and look forward to having you join us.”
“Of course we will be there, Lord Erestor.” Taurfaeron answered. It would not be polite to turn down Erestor’s request, politely stated as an invitation. “We look forward to it.”
Erestor turned back to Glorfindel. “Will I see you at dinner, my love?”
Glorfindel nodded and gave Erestor a chaste kiss. “I will see you later, beloved.”
Erestor left, and the conversation turned back to Gurvelon and Caladir, and who would do such a thing.
~~~*~~~
After dinner the elves gathered in the Hall of Fire. Erestor had visited Caladir and Gurvelon earlier to make sure Gurvelon was well enough to be in the Hall of Fire that night, and ask them to attend. When Caladir asked why, Erestor had simply stated that it was important to his and Glorfindel’s investigation.
Caladir and Gurvelon sat at one side of the room, as they had been asked to, while Erestor and Glorfindel watched from the shadows on the other. Caladir’s arms protectively encircled Gurvelon. Many Imladris elves approached them and expressed their pleasure at seeing Gurvelon. Minstrels played from a corner of the room, while stories were told in front of a huge fireplace.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
The Lothlorien guard watched Caladir and his mate. So there’s the little mousy scribe, all well again, I see. And we’re expected to believe that Caladir would fade if he loses that little brat! Not with me here to pick up the pieces, he won’t. They think they’re so smart, putting that elf on the roof. Did they really expect a trained guard from the Golden Woods to miss that one? What idiots! It will just make it more challenging for me to get to the mouse next time. And I do like a challenge.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Glorfindel elbowed Erestor as they watched Thalahir approach the couple. The Galadhel appeared to be politely enquiring after Gurvelon. As he turned around to rejoin the other Galadhrim, the watching pair had a perfect view of his face.
Glorfindel elbowed Erestor again. “Come, beloved. We need to talk.” On their way out, Glorfindel found Suithoron, and requested that he watch over Caladir and Gurvelon, and escort them back to their rooms.
Reaching their own rooms, Glorfindel went ahead to the bedroom, lighting candles, while Erestor stopped at the basket of cats.
“Hello, my friends. I am sorry I have not given you much attention today. Would you like to come into the bedroom with us?” Picking up all four kittens, he told Tinnu and Glirien to follow.
“What do you have there, Erestor? Oh look, it’s a gaggle of kittens.” He took two of the kittens, and both elves and all six cats settled themselves comfortably on the bed. The two elves began to talk, all the while petting kittens and stroking the purring grown cats.
“Well, if it’s Thalahir, he made sure he had a good excuse to be in the house, Erestor.”
“Aye, he did. Did you see the way he looked when I came in the barracks with the news that Gurvelon was better? Everyone else was smiling, but be had a grim look.” Erestor pulled Tinnu onto his lap.
“I saw. And when I said that bit about losing both Gurvelon and Caladir, he almost seemed to smirk.” Glorfindel reached for Glirien to give the sweet little cat her share of attention. Two little kittens were crawling over his chest and shoulders, batting at his long hair.
“The same look as he had when he turned from speaking to them tonight. But what could his motive be? Does he hate Caladir or does he want him for himself?”
Glorfindel thought for a moment, removing a kitten who had decided to wash his face. “I don’t know, my love. Taurfaeron was sincere when he said everyone was making them welcome. You know the Imladris elves, Erestor. Can you honestly think of one who is not kind? And Caladir is known for being both kind and just. Why would he hate him?”
“Aye, you’re right, my love. I cannot see Caladir doing anything that would make anyone hate him. He is our dear friend, but that does not blind me. Do you think Thalahir wants him, then?”
“I know not, beloved. But what other motive could he have? Or maybe it’s not him, and he’s just strange.”
Erestor shook his head. “We will just have to watch closer. Maybe you can find out more if you have a ‘friendly’ conversation with one of the other Galadhrim?”
Glorfindel nodded. “I will do that tomorrow.” The kittens had made their normal ‘cat-heap’, lying on top of each other to sleep. “Let’s put these fuzz balls back in their basket and go to bed.”
Erestor picked up the four kittens who mewed at being disturbed. Glorfindel picked up Tinnu, set him over his shoulder, then lifted Glirien. When the six cats were safely placed back in their basket, Glorfindel lifted Erestor up into his arms to carry him back to the bedroom.
“Now, my little fuzz ball, I have you all to myself.”
Erestor giggled. “You are a crazy elf, you know.”
“Oh, I don’t know about that.” Glorfindel chuckled, tossing Erestor on the bed and flopping down next to him, which caused Erestor to giggle again. “How would you like me to call you ‘baby’ while I pound you into the mattress?” he added softly.
Erestor’s suddenly lust-filled eyes looked up into equally aroused blue one, and nearly ripped their robes off to get at Glorfindel. “What are you waiting for, my crazy elf,” he purred, kissing his glorious lover passionately and thrusting his tongue into Glorfindel’s sweetness.
Glorfindel growled, and deepening the kiss, trapped his little lover beneath him so he could fulfill Erestor’s every little desire.
Tbc…
Taurfaeron – Forest Spirit