The Fell Winter
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Title: The Fell Winter (5/?)
Author: Aglarien
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: NC-17 eventually.
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 5
Erestor awoke feeling cozily warm. As his eyes focused, he felt Riniel snuggled up to his chest and he smiled. A moment later he realized that a much larger limb than one belonging to the elfling held down his arm, and he and Riniel were not alone. If he was startled to find Melveldir snuggled next to his sister, it was nothing compared to finding Glorfindel next to Melveldir, or the fact that the warrior’s long arm was wrapped around all of them. He couldn’t tell if Glorfindel was awake, so he whispered very softly, “Glorfindel?”
Glorfindel lifted his head and looked up at Erestor. “Good Morning,” he whispered with a smile. “Did you sleep well?”
Erestor nodded. “What happened?” he whispered back, motioning with his head towards the elflings.
Glorfindel carefully moved away from the elflings and said quietly, “Let me get up and get the fires built up again, then we can go into the other room and I will tell you.” He carefully rose so as not to disturb the elflings’ sleep and quickly added more wood to both the fire in the bedroom and the one in the sitting room. Taking more blankets and Erestor’s large fur from the bedroom, he motioned to the councilor to join him in the other room.
Minutes later, Erestor was curled up on the chaise in front of the fire in his sitting room, warmly wrapped in the blankets and furs Glorfindel had spread over him, and listening as Glorfindel relayed what had happened during the night.
“She felt her brother’s distress in her mind?” Erestor was astonished.
Glorfindel nodded. “Yes. I find that amazing, when they are only half-elven – and truly half-elven, unlike Elrond. They must be very close, indeed.”
“Thank the Valar they both survived.” Erestor replied. “They will need to stay close to one another as they grieve for the loss of their parents and their spirits begin to heal, and that will undoubtedly take a good long while. They will need to feel that they are secure and protected here.”
“I will help you, if you will let me.” Glorfindel smiled at Erestor’s nod.
“They may feel that if they love us in return that they are betraying their parents,” the councilor continued, “but they will need our love, and we must help them get beyond those feelings. I am not sure I know how to do that, Glorfindel. All I know is that I will love them as if they were my own.” Erestor looked up at the warrior. “I already love Riniel as if she were mine.”
“I must confess…little Rin has stolen my heart and Vel is well on his way to it. I never would have believed it was possible to fall for two little elflings so fast, Erestor. I have known them for only a few hours, and already I would do anything to help them. I would really like….I would love…. to be a part of their new life. Perhaps the first thing we need to figure out is how we are going look after them and still continue to take care of our other duties.” He wanted to tell Erestor that there was no way the councilor could continue with his current work schedule and still be there for the elflings, but he knew that the other elf needed to reach that conclusion on his own. “Elrond said that Melveldir will need to rest in bed for a day or two yet. He needs good food and rest to rebuild his strength. Maybe we could bring some of our work in here, and I could help keep them entertained? Now that your rooms are warmer, you would be more comfortable here, and you can stay close to Melveldir. He needs you right now, Erestor.” And hopefully Glorfindel would be able to make sure that Erestor ate well and had lots of rest too.
Erestor nodded. “They seem to be comfortable with you, perhaps because you remind them of their father. If you were here too, I believe it would help them. You really do not mind?”
“I want to help, Erestor. I really do. I can bring the work that I need to do myself here, and I can give the rest to others to do. If you gave some of your work to your assistants to do, then we could take turns and rotate between the elflings and working.”
“I could do that,” Erestor said. “Not everything I do is of great importance, and we have scribes who are always looking for more challenging work. It would be a good opportunity for them. Yes, I believe that would work. Thank you, Glorfindel. I still do not understand why you want to help me, but thank you.”
Glorfindel smiled. “I think perhaps I am being a little selfish in this, Erestor, but I am looking forward to spending time with you and the elflings. I care about all of you very much.”
“You care about me? Why?” Erestor was confused. He could understand Glorfindel falling in love with the elflings. Who would not? And the elflings would need all the love they could get.
Glorfindel thought about what he should say for a moment, then decided it was best to tell the truth – at least part of it. “You have the most beautiful heart, Erestor. Your inner goodness and kindness shine so brightly that I saw it instantly the first time I met you. I am so sorry that I did not notice you were working so hard with the refugees that your inner light was beginning to dim. There are so many here that care about you. The servants who worked so hard to make your rooms warm and welcoming again care about you and have been concerned for you. The healers who saw how much and how hard you worked. Elrond has been very worried for you. You are very dear to everyone here, my friend.” Erestor’s head had bowed as Glorfindel was speaking, and the warrior knelt before him and lifted the councilor’s chin to look into dark eyes that sparkled with unshed tears. Glorfindel said softly, “You are dear to *me* Erestor. I care.”
Erestor swallowed and swiped at his tears with his sleeve. “I did not think anyone but the children and the healers would even notice if I died,” he whispered.
Glorfindel instantly rose and wrapped his arms around Erestor, holding him close, saying nothing, but letting his actions speak instead. For long minutes he soothed the shaken elf, rubbing his back gently and warming him. Finally he said, “Come, Erestor. You are still weary and cold. Let me help you back to the bed and we will sleep for a while longer until the elflings wake.” Lifting the councilor in his arms as if he were an elfling himself, he carried Erestor back to the bed, and then spooned behind him to keep him warm. With his long arm wrapped around all three of the elves he cared for, they slept.
Tbc….
Author: Aglarien
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: NC-17 eventually.
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 5
Erestor awoke feeling cozily warm. As his eyes focused, he felt Riniel snuggled up to his chest and he smiled. A moment later he realized that a much larger limb than one belonging to the elfling held down his arm, and he and Riniel were not alone. If he was startled to find Melveldir snuggled next to his sister, it was nothing compared to finding Glorfindel next to Melveldir, or the fact that the warrior’s long arm was wrapped around all of them. He couldn’t tell if Glorfindel was awake, so he whispered very softly, “Glorfindel?”
Glorfindel lifted his head and looked up at Erestor. “Good Morning,” he whispered with a smile. “Did you sleep well?”
Erestor nodded. “What happened?” he whispered back, motioning with his head towards the elflings.
Glorfindel carefully moved away from the elflings and said quietly, “Let me get up and get the fires built up again, then we can go into the other room and I will tell you.” He carefully rose so as not to disturb the elflings’ sleep and quickly added more wood to both the fire in the bedroom and the one in the sitting room. Taking more blankets and Erestor’s large fur from the bedroom, he motioned to the councilor to join him in the other room.
Minutes later, Erestor was curled up on the chaise in front of the fire in his sitting room, warmly wrapped in the blankets and furs Glorfindel had spread over him, and listening as Glorfindel relayed what had happened during the night.
“She felt her brother’s distress in her mind?” Erestor was astonished.
Glorfindel nodded. “Yes. I find that amazing, when they are only half-elven – and truly half-elven, unlike Elrond. They must be very close, indeed.”
“Thank the Valar they both survived.” Erestor replied. “They will need to stay close to one another as they grieve for the loss of their parents and their spirits begin to heal, and that will undoubtedly take a good long while. They will need to feel that they are secure and protected here.”
“I will help you, if you will let me.” Glorfindel smiled at Erestor’s nod.
“They may feel that if they love us in return that they are betraying their parents,” the councilor continued, “but they will need our love, and we must help them get beyond those feelings. I am not sure I know how to do that, Glorfindel. All I know is that I will love them as if they were my own.” Erestor looked up at the warrior. “I already love Riniel as if she were mine.”
“I must confess…little Rin has stolen my heart and Vel is well on his way to it. I never would have believed it was possible to fall for two little elflings so fast, Erestor. I have known them for only a few hours, and already I would do anything to help them. I would really like….I would love…. to be a part of their new life. Perhaps the first thing we need to figure out is how we are going look after them and still continue to take care of our other duties.” He wanted to tell Erestor that there was no way the councilor could continue with his current work schedule and still be there for the elflings, but he knew that the other elf needed to reach that conclusion on his own. “Elrond said that Melveldir will need to rest in bed for a day or two yet. He needs good food and rest to rebuild his strength. Maybe we could bring some of our work in here, and I could help keep them entertained? Now that your rooms are warmer, you would be more comfortable here, and you can stay close to Melveldir. He needs you right now, Erestor.” And hopefully Glorfindel would be able to make sure that Erestor ate well and had lots of rest too.
Erestor nodded. “They seem to be comfortable with you, perhaps because you remind them of their father. If you were here too, I believe it would help them. You really do not mind?”
“I want to help, Erestor. I really do. I can bring the work that I need to do myself here, and I can give the rest to others to do. If you gave some of your work to your assistants to do, then we could take turns and rotate between the elflings and working.”
“I could do that,” Erestor said. “Not everything I do is of great importance, and we have scribes who are always looking for more challenging work. It would be a good opportunity for them. Yes, I believe that would work. Thank you, Glorfindel. I still do not understand why you want to help me, but thank you.”
Glorfindel smiled. “I think perhaps I am being a little selfish in this, Erestor, but I am looking forward to spending time with you and the elflings. I care about all of you very much.”
“You care about me? Why?” Erestor was confused. He could understand Glorfindel falling in love with the elflings. Who would not? And the elflings would need all the love they could get.
Glorfindel thought about what he should say for a moment, then decided it was best to tell the truth – at least part of it. “You have the most beautiful heart, Erestor. Your inner goodness and kindness shine so brightly that I saw it instantly the first time I met you. I am so sorry that I did not notice you were working so hard with the refugees that your inner light was beginning to dim. There are so many here that care about you. The servants who worked so hard to make your rooms warm and welcoming again care about you and have been concerned for you. The healers who saw how much and how hard you worked. Elrond has been very worried for you. You are very dear to everyone here, my friend.” Erestor’s head had bowed as Glorfindel was speaking, and the warrior knelt before him and lifted the councilor’s chin to look into dark eyes that sparkled with unshed tears. Glorfindel said softly, “You are dear to *me* Erestor. I care.”
Erestor swallowed and swiped at his tears with his sleeve. “I did not think anyone but the children and the healers would even notice if I died,” he whispered.
Glorfindel instantly rose and wrapped his arms around Erestor, holding him close, saying nothing, but letting his actions speak instead. For long minutes he soothed the shaken elf, rubbing his back gently and warming him. Finally he said, “Come, Erestor. You are still weary and cold. Let me help you back to the bed and we will sleep for a while longer until the elflings wake.” Lifting the councilor in his arms as if he were an elfling himself, he carried Erestor back to the bed, and then spooned behind him to keep him warm. With his long arm wrapped around all three of the elves he cared for, they slept.
Tbc….