The Strong Heart
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Adult ++
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chapter 6
Title: The Strong Heart (6/14)
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 6
The next morning, Gurvelon and Caladir were back to their normal tasks. Fear was not going to keep them from living their normal lives. Little Saercaeron latched onto Gurvelon and became his shadow, to the scribe’s amusement. Glorfindel had asked the elfling for his help in watching Gurvelon and making sure nothing happened to him. Saercaeron wasn’t going to let his friends down.
Glorfindel found the Lothlorien captain, Taurfaeron, and invited him to his office to share in his noon meal. They shared the simple meal, talking of unimportant things. After they had finished eating, Glorfindel decided the moment had come to try and get the information he wanted. “Taurfaeron, I wanted to ask you how your guards are adjusting to being here. Are they settling in alright?”
“We have learned much from your warriors, Glorfindel. Lothlorien is very different from your valley. Knowing they can still learn much from you has helped them settle in.”
“I noticed Thalahir seemed uncomfortable at times. Is he adjusting as well?”
Taurfaeron sighed, and shook his head. “Thalahir is different. I had hoped that having him come here would help, but now I don’t know.”
“Tell me. Perhaps I could help?”
“If you could, Glorfindel, I would be most grateful, but I doubt even you can help. For the last several years, Thalahir was promised to an elf in Lothlorien – a lovely little elf who worked in our library. He was such a sweet thing, lively and always smiling or laughing. We all thought he would make Thalahir very happy. Over the last year or so, this librarian changed. He became withdrawn, and rarely laughed any more. Whenever I asked him what was wrong, he always replied, ‘nothing’. And then just a couple of months ago, while Thalahir was out on patrol, he suddenly announced that he was leaving. He packed a few belongings, left for the Grey Havens, and sailed. I can tell you, we were shocked. He hadn’t even told Thalahir he was leaving! And then the gossip started. At first it was just speculation about why Thalahir’s intended had left. But then there were rumors of other elves speaking about how harshly Thalahir had treated them. And rumors that Thalahir had been physically abusive to the librarian. I don’t know, Glorfindel. I find it hard to even stomach the thought that one elf could abuse another. Thalahir’s moods became dark…angry.”
Glorfindel nodded, and looked long at Taurfaeron, assessing him. There was no guile in this elf. Glorfindel liked him and trusted him. “Could Thalahir have been the one that tried to poison Gurvelon?”
“Oh, sweet Elbereth, Glorfindel, I do not know. I have asked myself that question as well. I am sorry I ever brought him here, but I do not know.”
“We must watch him closely, my friend,” Glorfindel said.
“Aye. That we must.”
~~~*~~~
The chief cook himself carried Gurvelon’s lunch tray to his office. Gurvelon rarely joined the rest of the house for lunch, and would frequently just dash to the kitchen for some fruit and cheese and carry it back to his office. Thanking the cook sweetly, he called to Saercaeron who was sitting quietly in a corner of his office to join him.
“Come, little one. There is plenty here for both of us.” He prepared a plate for Saercaeron and poured them each a glass of the chilled fruit juice on the tray. Saercaeron happily joined his friend, and the two ate their meal while chatting about the elfling’s pony.
When they had finished, Gurvelon smiled at the elfling and asked, “Will you take the tray back to the kitchen for me, little one? I have to get a book from the library, and there are many elves there who will be with me while you are gone.” He removed his glass of unfinished juice from the tray, as well as the pitcher containing more, placing them on his desk.
Saercaeron nodded and happily dashed off with the tray to the kitchen.
~~~~~~~~~~
Thalahir had walked around the back of the house, and approached the scribe’s window from the trees. That idiot guard up on the roof would not be able to see him. Hiding himself in a tree, which grew right up against the window, he listened to the conversation inside the room and heard the elfling leave. A moment later, Gurvelon left the room. Sliding in through the window, Thalahir quickly removed a small bag from his tunic and poured a small amount of the contents into the glass. The remainder went into the pitcher. He replaced the bag in his tunic and silently exited, slithering back up into the tree. There, he waited.
~~~~~~~~~~~
Gurvelon easily found the book he needed, and returned quickly to his office. He set the book on his desk, and was just picking up his glass to drink when Saercaeron returned.
The little elfling screamed. “ Nooo! Do not drink it, Velon! You left it there when you went to the library!”
Gurvelon froze. The little scribe began to shake. The glass slipped from his fingers and shattered on the floor.
Erestor rushed into the room, alerted by Saercaeron’s scream. Gurvelon stood shaking and Saercaeron was sobbing. Saercaeron threw himself into the comfort of Erestor’s arms. “He almost drank it!”
Erestor picked up Saercaeron, holding him in the crook of one arm, and went to Gurvelon. Wrapping an arm around his friend, he spoke gently. “Velon, tell me what happened.”
“I…I left the glass here when we were gone…I was going to drink…Saercaeron stopped me.” Gurvelon’s voice was tiny and shaky.
Amarion and Caladir had rushed into the office while Gurvelon was speaking. Amarion took his son from Erestor, comforting him. Erestor moved away from Gurvelon, making way for Caladir.
Caladir held his shaking husband. “I am here now, my sweet one. Saercaeron kept you safe for me.” He gently rubbed Gurvelon’s back and cradled the little elf’s head under his chin. “Erestor, I will take him back to our rooms for the rest of the day. Will you let Glorfindel know?” He nodded his head toward the pitcher on the desk.
Erestor nodded. “I will take care of it Caladir, worry not. Just stay with Velon.”
Caladir picked up his husband in his arms. “Saercaeron, thank you little one. I will never forget this.” The little elfling nodded, tears still on his face. Gurvelon wrapped his arms around his husband’s neck, savoring his closeness, as he was carried from the room.
Amarion stroked his son’s head. “It is all right now, my little one. You did very, very well. I am so very proud of you.”
“Aye, our brave little elfling.” Erestor bestowed a soft kiss on Saercaeron’s brow. “Thank you, my little friend.”
Saercaeron smiled and dried his eyes. “Ada, can I go ride Faerlan now?”
“Of course you can, my son, “Amarion answered. “Just make sure you stay close. Go no further than the river.” With the resiliency of elflings, Saercaeron dashed off, leaving the two adult elves alone.
“Was it poisoned, Erestor?”
Erestor picked up the pitcher and sniffed the contents. “I believe so.” He sighed deeply. “I will take it to Nestoron to make sure. Just make sure whoever cleans up that broken glass is very careful.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The elf in the tree silently seethed with anger. That damn little brat elfling. He would just have to take care of him, too. Rotten little guttersnipe. That miserable elfling would find out what happened to elflings who interfered with his plans.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Saercaeron rode Faerlan to their favorite place; the cliff top wasn’t really very high, but it was high enough for an elfling. Saercaeron loved to sit and watch the rushing river below. He leapt off his pony, and settled down in the long grass, enjoying the sun.
He was just drifting off to sleep, when darkness descended on him as he was covered with something soft. He felt himself being picked up…and screamed as he was thrown over the cliff…falling…
Tbc……
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 6
The next morning, Gurvelon and Caladir were back to their normal tasks. Fear was not going to keep them from living their normal lives. Little Saercaeron latched onto Gurvelon and became his shadow, to the scribe’s amusement. Glorfindel had asked the elfling for his help in watching Gurvelon and making sure nothing happened to him. Saercaeron wasn’t going to let his friends down.
Glorfindel found the Lothlorien captain, Taurfaeron, and invited him to his office to share in his noon meal. They shared the simple meal, talking of unimportant things. After they had finished eating, Glorfindel decided the moment had come to try and get the information he wanted. “Taurfaeron, I wanted to ask you how your guards are adjusting to being here. Are they settling in alright?”
“We have learned much from your warriors, Glorfindel. Lothlorien is very different from your valley. Knowing they can still learn much from you has helped them settle in.”
“I noticed Thalahir seemed uncomfortable at times. Is he adjusting as well?”
Taurfaeron sighed, and shook his head. “Thalahir is different. I had hoped that having him come here would help, but now I don’t know.”
“Tell me. Perhaps I could help?”
“If you could, Glorfindel, I would be most grateful, but I doubt even you can help. For the last several years, Thalahir was promised to an elf in Lothlorien – a lovely little elf who worked in our library. He was such a sweet thing, lively and always smiling or laughing. We all thought he would make Thalahir very happy. Over the last year or so, this librarian changed. He became withdrawn, and rarely laughed any more. Whenever I asked him what was wrong, he always replied, ‘nothing’. And then just a couple of months ago, while Thalahir was out on patrol, he suddenly announced that he was leaving. He packed a few belongings, left for the Grey Havens, and sailed. I can tell you, we were shocked. He hadn’t even told Thalahir he was leaving! And then the gossip started. At first it was just speculation about why Thalahir’s intended had left. But then there were rumors of other elves speaking about how harshly Thalahir had treated them. And rumors that Thalahir had been physically abusive to the librarian. I don’t know, Glorfindel. I find it hard to even stomach the thought that one elf could abuse another. Thalahir’s moods became dark…angry.”
Glorfindel nodded, and looked long at Taurfaeron, assessing him. There was no guile in this elf. Glorfindel liked him and trusted him. “Could Thalahir have been the one that tried to poison Gurvelon?”
“Oh, sweet Elbereth, Glorfindel, I do not know. I have asked myself that question as well. I am sorry I ever brought him here, but I do not know.”
“We must watch him closely, my friend,” Glorfindel said.
“Aye. That we must.”
~~~*~~~
The chief cook himself carried Gurvelon’s lunch tray to his office. Gurvelon rarely joined the rest of the house for lunch, and would frequently just dash to the kitchen for some fruit and cheese and carry it back to his office. Thanking the cook sweetly, he called to Saercaeron who was sitting quietly in a corner of his office to join him.
“Come, little one. There is plenty here for both of us.” He prepared a plate for Saercaeron and poured them each a glass of the chilled fruit juice on the tray. Saercaeron happily joined his friend, and the two ate their meal while chatting about the elfling’s pony.
When they had finished, Gurvelon smiled at the elfling and asked, “Will you take the tray back to the kitchen for me, little one? I have to get a book from the library, and there are many elves there who will be with me while you are gone.” He removed his glass of unfinished juice from the tray, as well as the pitcher containing more, placing them on his desk.
Saercaeron nodded and happily dashed off with the tray to the kitchen.
~~~~~~~~~~
Thalahir had walked around the back of the house, and approached the scribe’s window from the trees. That idiot guard up on the roof would not be able to see him. Hiding himself in a tree, which grew right up against the window, he listened to the conversation inside the room and heard the elfling leave. A moment later, Gurvelon left the room. Sliding in through the window, Thalahir quickly removed a small bag from his tunic and poured a small amount of the contents into the glass. The remainder went into the pitcher. He replaced the bag in his tunic and silently exited, slithering back up into the tree. There, he waited.
~~~~~~~~~~~
Gurvelon easily found the book he needed, and returned quickly to his office. He set the book on his desk, and was just picking up his glass to drink when Saercaeron returned.
The little elfling screamed. “ Nooo! Do not drink it, Velon! You left it there when you went to the library!”
Gurvelon froze. The little scribe began to shake. The glass slipped from his fingers and shattered on the floor.
Erestor rushed into the room, alerted by Saercaeron’s scream. Gurvelon stood shaking and Saercaeron was sobbing. Saercaeron threw himself into the comfort of Erestor’s arms. “He almost drank it!”
Erestor picked up Saercaeron, holding him in the crook of one arm, and went to Gurvelon. Wrapping an arm around his friend, he spoke gently. “Velon, tell me what happened.”
“I…I left the glass here when we were gone…I was going to drink…Saercaeron stopped me.” Gurvelon’s voice was tiny and shaky.
Amarion and Caladir had rushed into the office while Gurvelon was speaking. Amarion took his son from Erestor, comforting him. Erestor moved away from Gurvelon, making way for Caladir.
Caladir held his shaking husband. “I am here now, my sweet one. Saercaeron kept you safe for me.” He gently rubbed Gurvelon’s back and cradled the little elf’s head under his chin. “Erestor, I will take him back to our rooms for the rest of the day. Will you let Glorfindel know?” He nodded his head toward the pitcher on the desk.
Erestor nodded. “I will take care of it Caladir, worry not. Just stay with Velon.”
Caladir picked up his husband in his arms. “Saercaeron, thank you little one. I will never forget this.” The little elfling nodded, tears still on his face. Gurvelon wrapped his arms around his husband’s neck, savoring his closeness, as he was carried from the room.
Amarion stroked his son’s head. “It is all right now, my little one. You did very, very well. I am so very proud of you.”
“Aye, our brave little elfling.” Erestor bestowed a soft kiss on Saercaeron’s brow. “Thank you, my little friend.”
Saercaeron smiled and dried his eyes. “Ada, can I go ride Faerlan now?”
“Of course you can, my son, “Amarion answered. “Just make sure you stay close. Go no further than the river.” With the resiliency of elflings, Saercaeron dashed off, leaving the two adult elves alone.
“Was it poisoned, Erestor?”
Erestor picked up the pitcher and sniffed the contents. “I believe so.” He sighed deeply. “I will take it to Nestoron to make sure. Just make sure whoever cleans up that broken glass is very careful.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The elf in the tree silently seethed with anger. That damn little brat elfling. He would just have to take care of him, too. Rotten little guttersnipe. That miserable elfling would find out what happened to elflings who interfered with his plans.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Saercaeron rode Faerlan to their favorite place; the cliff top wasn’t really very high, but it was high enough for an elfling. Saercaeron loved to sit and watch the rushing river below. He leapt off his pony, and settled down in the long grass, enjoying the sun.
He was just drifting off to sleep, when darkness descended on him as he was covered with something soft. He felt himself being picked up…and screamed as he was thrown over the cliff…falling…
Tbc……