Erestor's Secret
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Adult ++
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17
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53
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chapter 7
Title: Erestor’s Secret (7/?)
Author: Aglarien
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: NC-17
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.
Timeline: Gondolin, 501 of the First Age
Warning: AU
Beta: Patricia and Erviniae
Summary: Ecthelion takes Erestor a gift
Chapter 7
As Ecthelion walked down the palace steps to return to his home and Erestor, a soft voice called to him. Turning, he saw the Lady Idril, Turgon’s daughter, walking toward him with a basket. “Idril?”
“Take this, Ecthelion – for Erestor. He has always been fond of cats, and he told me he did not have one right now, and I thought…..it might help him.” Idril handed Ecthelion the basket.
Ecthelion took the basket and opened the lid, looking inside. Two bright amber lights peered up at him from a sea of black. The kitten looked to be only a few weeks old, and Thel did not think such a young kitten would be the best thing for Erestor right now. “My lady, I….”
“Erestor likes this one. He came and visited with them a few days ago, and Erestor seemed to form a bond with this one. It is the tiniest one…..he is older than he looks. He is nearly four months old. He is just…..tiny. I think it is why Erestor liked him so – because he is smaller too. Please take him, Ecthelion. Just trust me…..I know the kitten will help him.” Idril looked up at Ecthelion, pleading with her eyes. “I just know.”
Ecthelion nodded. “Very well, Idril. I will take him to Erestor. Thank you….I must return to him now…thank you.”
Idril nodded, and watched as Ecthelion walked off into the night, and she prayed for Erestor’s recovery.
Clutching the basket, the tall elf hurried home as quickly as he could. A servant admitted him and took his cloak, then reached for the basket. “No…leave it.” Ecthelion said. Continuing, almost to himself, he added, “It is for Erestor - a little cat from Idril. I forgot to ask its name.” Taking the basket he hurried up the stairs to Erestor’s room.
Opening the door quietly, Thel found Glorfindel still lying beside Erestor, stroking his face and softly singing an old Gondolin love song. Nestoron rose as his lord entered the room. “There has been no change, my Lord,” the healer said sadly.
Ecthelion crossed the room and sat next to Erestor on the bed, holding the basket on his lap. “Erestor, I have something for you, brother. Idril sent it for you. It is something she says you like very much. I forgot to ask his name, though, so you are going to have to wake and tell us what it is.” Opening the basket, he carefully removed the kitten and placed it on the bed next to Erestor.
The little black kitten immediately went to Erestor’s face. After sniffing all around it, he sat down on his haunches and looked enquiringly at Ecthelion, then at Glorfindel. Looking back to Erestor, he meowed softly in little chirps, and then proceeded to wash his face. Moving his little pink tongue across the pale features, he reached Erestor’s ear and decided it was dirty. Nibbling around the edges to clean it, he continued giving the elf a bath.
A moan left Erestor’s mouth, and his hand that was held in Glorfindel’s clenched. And without waking, Erestor said, “Moooorrrdiitthheeennn….nooooooo.” The kitten stopped and sat next to Erestor for a moment, then crawled onto his chest and curled up into a ball to sleep, purring loudly. Erestor took a deep breath and seemed to relax.
Nestoron stood, grinning, his fingers over his mouth. Finally he whispered, “This is good. This is very good,” and grinned at Ecthelion and Glorfindel. “Erestor is sleeping now….he is not unconscious. He is sleeping! Do you see, my lords?”
Ecthelion and Glorfindel grinned at each other, at Nestoron, at the kitten, and at Erestor, tears running down their faces. “Mordithen – his name is Mordithen,” Ecthelion whispered, his voice cracking on a sob. “What a good little kitten you are, Mordithen.”
Glorfindel held Erestor’s hand in one hand, and stroked the kitten with the other. Finally he leaned up and kissed Erestor softly on the lips, and laying his head down next to his beloved’s, buried his face in the pillow as his body shook with silent sobs of relief.
Tbc…..
Mordithen – Little black one.
Author: Aglarien
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: NC-17
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.
Timeline: Gondolin, 501 of the First Age
Warning: AU
Beta: Patricia and Erviniae
Summary: Ecthelion takes Erestor a gift
Chapter 7
As Ecthelion walked down the palace steps to return to his home and Erestor, a soft voice called to him. Turning, he saw the Lady Idril, Turgon’s daughter, walking toward him with a basket. “Idril?”
“Take this, Ecthelion – for Erestor. He has always been fond of cats, and he told me he did not have one right now, and I thought…..it might help him.” Idril handed Ecthelion the basket.
Ecthelion took the basket and opened the lid, looking inside. Two bright amber lights peered up at him from a sea of black. The kitten looked to be only a few weeks old, and Thel did not think such a young kitten would be the best thing for Erestor right now. “My lady, I….”
“Erestor likes this one. He came and visited with them a few days ago, and Erestor seemed to form a bond with this one. It is the tiniest one…..he is older than he looks. He is nearly four months old. He is just…..tiny. I think it is why Erestor liked him so – because he is smaller too. Please take him, Ecthelion. Just trust me…..I know the kitten will help him.” Idril looked up at Ecthelion, pleading with her eyes. “I just know.”
Ecthelion nodded. “Very well, Idril. I will take him to Erestor. Thank you….I must return to him now…thank you.”
Idril nodded, and watched as Ecthelion walked off into the night, and she prayed for Erestor’s recovery.
Clutching the basket, the tall elf hurried home as quickly as he could. A servant admitted him and took his cloak, then reached for the basket. “No…leave it.” Ecthelion said. Continuing, almost to himself, he added, “It is for Erestor - a little cat from Idril. I forgot to ask its name.” Taking the basket he hurried up the stairs to Erestor’s room.
Opening the door quietly, Thel found Glorfindel still lying beside Erestor, stroking his face and softly singing an old Gondolin love song. Nestoron rose as his lord entered the room. “There has been no change, my Lord,” the healer said sadly.
Ecthelion crossed the room and sat next to Erestor on the bed, holding the basket on his lap. “Erestor, I have something for you, brother. Idril sent it for you. It is something she says you like very much. I forgot to ask his name, though, so you are going to have to wake and tell us what it is.” Opening the basket, he carefully removed the kitten and placed it on the bed next to Erestor.
The little black kitten immediately went to Erestor’s face. After sniffing all around it, he sat down on his haunches and looked enquiringly at Ecthelion, then at Glorfindel. Looking back to Erestor, he meowed softly in little chirps, and then proceeded to wash his face. Moving his little pink tongue across the pale features, he reached Erestor’s ear and decided it was dirty. Nibbling around the edges to clean it, he continued giving the elf a bath.
A moan left Erestor’s mouth, and his hand that was held in Glorfindel’s clenched. And without waking, Erestor said, “Moooorrrdiitthheeennn….nooooooo.” The kitten stopped and sat next to Erestor for a moment, then crawled onto his chest and curled up into a ball to sleep, purring loudly. Erestor took a deep breath and seemed to relax.
Nestoron stood, grinning, his fingers over his mouth. Finally he whispered, “This is good. This is very good,” and grinned at Ecthelion and Glorfindel. “Erestor is sleeping now….he is not unconscious. He is sleeping! Do you see, my lords?”
Ecthelion and Glorfindel grinned at each other, at Nestoron, at the kitten, and at Erestor, tears running down their faces. “Mordithen – his name is Mordithen,” Ecthelion whispered, his voice cracking on a sob. “What a good little kitten you are, Mordithen.”
Glorfindel held Erestor’s hand in one hand, and stroked the kitten with the other. Finally he leaned up and kissed Erestor softly on the lips, and laying his head down next to his beloved’s, buried his face in the pillow as his body shook with silent sobs of relief.
Tbc…..
Mordithen – Little black one.