Shadows Of The Past

juza: Thanks for reading. I am so glad you are enjoying my story. I promise eventually there will be some hot, steamy sex *smile* Another chapter up in a few days. *hugs*

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Maelle: Thanks sweetie! Yes, that Thranduil is a little stinker isn't he? Another chapter up in a few days. *hugs*

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Kalima: Thanks for reading. I am glad you are enjoying my story. I had to come up with something that would torment Erestor so much since my muse wouldn't relent on his pain, so I thought that elves hurting other elves, which in Tolkien's world elves wouldn't do that, would be a good idea for my story. Another story up in a few days. *hugs*

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Title: Shadows of The Past (6/?)
Author: Janalynn27
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Slash, Rape, Non-con, AU
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: Glorfindel uses Erestor as a shield to say no to a suitor and Erestor is tormented by the past.
Timeline: Early TA
Feedback: It is greatly appreciated
Author's note: Okay, I know Greenwood the Great wasn't called Mirkwood until about 1050 TA but in my story it is already called Mirkwood. The twins are around 22 yrs. Old which is about 8 human yrs. Old.


Chatper 6

Glorfindel looked at his surroundings, finally rousing himself from his musings, and could not help the scowl that appeared on his face when he realized that they were only a few hours ride from Imladris’ border. Looking over his shoulder, he mentally cursed at the ellon (m. elf) riding towards the back of the traveling procession. Facing forward once more, he still could not believe that Thranduil had invited himself for a visit. When the King had announced that he would be journeying back with him, Glorfindel almost shouted that he could not. Thankfully, he caught himself, for surely Thranduil would definitely know that he had lied about Erestor being his lover. Erestor…Glorfindel had been going over different scenarios on this return trip and he had yet to find one that came out with a good outcome. Knowing full well that once Erestor knew of the lie that Glorfindel had told, he would forever lose his friendship, and it sickened his heart. Now, somehow, Glorfindel had to save this situation as best he could. He knew that Thranduil would be furious if he found out that Glorfindel had lied, and even though the treaty had been signed, the King could make things very difficult for Elrond, and Fin would *not* be the cause of strife between the two realms. It was Glorfindel’s duty to protect Imladris and Lord Elrond, even from his own follies.

Glorfindel knew what he needed to do. If he was going to lose Erestor’s friendship anyway, he had at least better make it convincing to Thranduil that they were lovers. He could then say that they had a terrible fight, which would be true after what Glorfindel planned on doing, and that they had ended their affair as well as their friendship. Glorfindel would secure Imladris’ and Mirkwood’s relations and keep unnecessary stress from Elrond, even at the cost of his own heart.

Thranduil had been watching Glorfindel ever since they had left Mirkwood and he saw how tired and withdrawn Glorfindel was becoming the closer they came to Imladris. For some reason it disturbed him, to see the mighty Slayer in such a state, but he would never admit it. He would watch Glorfindel and when he could no longer keep this lie about Erestor and he being lovers, he would then get to the real truth of the matter, for surely there had to be some other reason than not desiring his company. Thranduil refused to believe that he could not entice someone to his bed that did not have his or her heart already claimed by another;; it just was not possible.

It was Asfaloth that sensed the border patrols first and Glorfindel mentally berated himself for not paying more attention. Leaning down, he patted Asfaloth’s neck and watched as three of his warriors came out of hiding.

“My Lord.”

Glorfindel pulled on the reins and asked, “Garthon, how goes things in Imladris and with its residents?”

“Things have been rather quiet during your time away. I had not expected you back for another sennight (Old English term for seven days),” Garthon said.

“We were eager to return home,” Glorfindel said, then noticed the blush that was blossoming upon Garthon’s cheeks.

“My…King. Your Majesty, I did not know you were coming for a visit,” Garthon managed to say through his suddenly restricted lungs as he saw Thranduil come forward.

Glorfindel narrowed his eyes and looked at Garthon, then Thranduil, and when he saw the lustful look in the King’s eyes, he almost sighed out loud with his relief. ‘Maybe Garthon would keep Thranduil preoccupied,’ Glorfindel thought, hoping.

Thranduil nodded as he came forward, devouring Garthon with his gaze, thinking of all the things he was going to do to this fine warrior. ‘I would get more than a sample of his delicious charms this time,’ Thranduil thought with a smile.

Finally tearing his gaze from the King’s, Garthon looked back up at his captain and blushed all the more, “I will send a runner ahead to let Lord Elrond know that you have returned, and of King Thranduil’s presence.”

Raising his hand to halt Garthon, Glorfindel said, “No, I would like you to carry the news. Make sure that once you inform Lord Elrond, you send someone to take your place on the patrol. I would speak with you on the morrow about how the patrols have been going.”

Garthon was excited, his patrol was not scheduled to be finished for another three days and he longed to spend more time in the King’s company, preferably his bed. Bowing, he said, “But of course, My Lord,” then he took off in a run.

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Elrond and Erestor were sitting in his office when there was a knock, “Come in,” Elrond called out. Looking up, he frowned, “Garthon, is something amiss? You were not suppose to return from patrol for another few days.”

Bowing, Garthon came to stand in front of Elrond’s desk and said, “My Lord, I am here to report that Glorfindel should be arriving within half an hour, along with King Thranduil.”

Elrond sat back, “King Thranduil?”

“Yes, My Lord. Glorfindel did not say anything was amiss,” Garthon said.

Elrond looked to Erestor who had been quiet the whole time and found that he was looking through the window that faced the courtyard, his fingers tightly clasped in his lap. Elrond stood and came around the desk and said, “Hannon le (Thank you), Garthon. You may go now, I am sure that you have some things to do.”

“Of course, My Lord,” Garthon said, then bowed once more before leaving to send another to take over his patrol assignment.

“Erestor,” Elrond said and when he did not get an answer, he called once again, “Erestor.”

Erestor looked at Elrond, “Yes, My Lord?”

“We had better get a chamber ready for King Thranduil. I will have a dinner prepared in my private dining hall for this evening, once he has had a chance to rest from his journey.”

Standing, Erestor said, “I will go and tell the cook. We should have a feast tomorrow to honor King Thranduil.”

“Yes, that would be good,” Elrond said as they left the office.

‘He is home,’ Erestor thought. He was filled with conflicting emotions. Part of him would be happy to see his best friend and the other part, the part that did not want to confront his past, was fighting for dominance. Taking a deep breath, he tried to settle his nerves by thinking of the preparations that needed to be done for Thranduil’s arrival.

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Thranduil watched Glorfindel become tenser as they traveled across the bridge into Imladris and he wondered how long he could keep up the lie about Erestor and he being lovers.

As they entered the gates that led up to the courtyard, all Glorfindel wanted to do was turn and run the other way. Just as he was dismounting, he spied the dark-haired Advisor standing at the base of the steps leading into The Last Homely House and he knew that he needed to be quick with his plan before he lost his nerve and made matters worse, if that were possible. Stiffening his spine, he walked towards Erestor, nodding to Elrond as he passed him.

Erestor watched Glorfindel coming towards him and he suddenly felt as if he were being stalked. As Glorfindel came closer to him, Erestor looked into his eyes and frowned at the guilt he saw reflected in them. ‘What does he have to be guilty about,’ Erestor thought just as Glorfindel stopped in front of him. His eyes widened as Glorfindel reached out to him and taking a hold of his upper arms, pulled him up against him and when he descended his mouth upon his, he could not help the yelp that passed between his lips.

Glorfindel captured Erestor’s lips and he had to lock his knees to keep from falling down from the gasp of surprise and the fear that filled his best friend’s eyes. When Erestor swayed and fell unconscious, Glorfindel swung him up into his arms and to those who were behind them, it seemed as if the Advisor was leaning into the embrace, burying his face in the crook of the Seneschal’s neck.

Elrond looked on in shock and he had to stay himself from calling out to Glorfindel to stop as his Captain carried Erestor into The Last Homely House. Looking at Thranduil, who had just come to stand next to him, he saw the surprise on the King’s face.

Thranduil could not believe what he had just seen. If someone had told him of it, he would have not believed them. Narrowing his eyes, he still thought something was not right; it just felt wrong. He looked at those who were in the courtyard and saw the disbelief on their faces, as well, and he knew that it was not as it had seemed.

Glorfindel practically ran to Erestor’s chambers, not wanting him to waken until they were safely behind closed doors. He just managed to gain Erestor’s bedchamber when he started to stir.

Erestor quickly came to and he struggled in Glorfindel’s arms, “Let me down!” Erestor demanded.

Glorfindel put him down and breathed, “Es, I am …” he started to say but the look of anguish upon Erestor’s face stole his breath. ‘I caused this,’ Glorfindel despaired.

Erestor fought for air, to keep from passing out from the lack of it. Emotions welled up and crashed over him, making him sway from the force of them. He searched Glorfindel’s eyes and saw that they were filled with tears and that disturbed him more than he thought it could and suddenly one emotion took over the rest, rage. Rage from what happened to Gelduron, from not being allowed to fade, from hurting those he loved and he could not take any more.

Glorfindel saw the change that came over Erestor and yet he was not prepared for what happened next; his head snapping back from the force of the blow.

The slap resounded throughout the chamber and Erestor watched as the red handprint started to form on Glorfindel’s cheek. For a few moments, Erestor paled at what he just did, ‘I just struck another elf,’ he thought, but quickly the rage took hold of him once more and he slapped Glorfindel a second time.

Glorfindel stared wide-eyed at Erestor, not angry, knowing that he deserved much worse than the two blows, but was shocked at the rage that was coming from Erestor where only fear and anguish had been before.

Tears filled Erestor’s eyes at the unfairness of life and what he was constantly asked to endure. He was so tired of being alone, so tired of being in pain, so tired. Throwing himself against Glorfindel, he started to pound his fists upon his best friend’s chest, demanding that he do something, anything to make it all go away.

Glorfindel stumbled back and quickly steadied himself, silent tears falling at Erestor’s painful sobs. Not knowing what to do, he finally wrapped his arms about Erestor, crushing him against his chest.

Erestor sobbed out all his grief, finally losing the strength to hit and instead, fisted his hands in Glorfindel’s tunic, burying his face as he cried for all that he had lost. When finally the tears sapped all of his energy, he wrapped his arms around Glorfindel’s neck as he was swung up in his arms, holding onto him as if he would suddenly be torn away from him.

Glorfindel sighed as he felt Erestor cling to him and he walked over to the settee that was near the fireplace and sat down, cradling Erestor in his lap. Rocking him ever so gently, Glorfindel let Erestor cry his tears, rubbing his back in hopes to offer him comfort.

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Elrond was so worried for Erestor that he had almost rudely shoved Thranduil aside and left him to his own devices. Once he had seen to his guest, he quickly made his way to Erestor’s rooms. He did not know why Glorfindel had done what he did but if Erestor was hurt, Elrond might have to search for a new Captain. Barging into Erestor’s bedchamber, he started to ask, “Erestor, are you …”

Erestor heard Elrond’s voice and clung tighter to Glorfindel, not ready to see him, to deal with his part in what had happened. He knew that it pained Elrond that he had not arrived earlier, to stop what Mauron and the other ellyn (pl. m. elf) had done, that he could not save Gelduron. It also pained Erestor that Elrond and those with him had to kill Mauron and his evil companions, to commit a Kinslaying. He did not know how what Elrond had done affected him; he had never asked and Erestor felt terrible guilt over that.

Stopping abruptly, Elrond watched, as Erestor seemed to want to crawl inside Glorfindel’s skin. The fact that Erestor was allowing himself to be touched and touching another in return nearly caused Elrond’s legs to give out. He looked into Glorfindel’s eyes and gasped at what he saw in them, ‘Why did I never notice, why did I never see this outcome?’ he thought. Glorfindel and Erestor were soul mates.

‘Glorfindel, does Erestor know?’

Glorfindel tightened his arms about Erestor as if to protect him and said, ‘No, and I do not want him to. Elrond, I think you should go. I can feel Erestor’s distress at you being here. I promise to send for you if I need you.’

Elrond was torn, he wanted to stay to help Erestor, but he could tell that Erestor wanted him to leave. Sighing, Elrond asked, “Is there anything I can get you two?”

Glorfindel smiled at Elrond for his understanding, “Yes, if you would be so kind as to have some clean clothing sent to me and some food, for it is close to the dinner hour and I am sure that Erestor would like something to eat.”

“Of course, I will see to it myself. I will just leave the items inside the sitting room so as not to disturb you,” Elrond said then turned to leave.

Without moving from his hiding place in Glorfindel’s arms, Erestor said softly, “Hannon le, mellon nín (my friend).”

Elrond paused for a second, then kept going, ‘I wish you were here with me, Celebrían.’

‘Beloved, what is it?’

‘I believe that Erestor is finally going to try to deal with what happened all those centuries ago. He is letting Glorfindel hold him. He does not want me near,’ Elrond said, not able to hide the hurt in his voice.

‘Meleth (Love), this is good news. You must understand, Elrond, you were there, you saw him, saw what happened. You are too close to the situation. Also, how do you think Erestor feels at knowing what you and your warriors had to do to save him?’

‘I know, but I was led there; it was called upon me from Manwë himself.’

‘But Erestor does not know that, does he?’

Elrond sighed, ‘No, he has never let me explain.’

‘There is something else you are not telling me, meleth.’

‘They are soul mates.’

‘Then it is Glorfindel’s right to heal Erestor; he is the one elf who can possibly do so. Be patient, meleth, Glorfindel will not fail him.’

Elrond paused outside the kitchens and felt a little calmer, ‘Gerich veleth nín (I love you).’

‘A gerich veleth nín. I await spring when I can be in your arms once again.’

TBC