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Chapter 8
Title: Hidden Love (8/19)
Author: Janalynn27
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Slash
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: Erestor and Glorfindel love each other but are afraid to let the other know, for fear of rejection.
Timeline: 2610 TA, a hundred years after Celebrían passes into the west. The rest is AU.
Feedback: It is greatly appreciated, this being my first story in Tolkien’s wonderful world of Middle-Earth.
Author's note: When Erestor and Glorfindel are mindspeaking it is accentuated by 'dialogue'.
Chapter 8
Erestor sat at his desk in his study, stacks of ledgers and what not piled high upon it. Erestor gave a baleful look at those stacks and had an overwhelming urge to slam his forehead down onto the desk in frustration, then had a thought of shoving them off his desk in a huff. He knew that most of his work should have, normally would have, been done yesterday. Sighing, he stood up and looked out of the huge window just behind his chair, thinking of Glorfindel. It had been three days since he had his discussion with Elrond, three days since Glorfindel left breakfast in a rush, three days since he left without a word to him. He did not know what he could have possibility done to upset Glorfindel so; he had never left before without even leaving him a note. Erestor’s restlessness had increased since Glorfindel’s departure and unease settled deep inside, increasing with each hour of Glorfindel’s absence.
Erestor thought of all that he and Elrond had discussed and Erestor wondered if he were going to be able to go on like this. He did not understand what had changed recently, for he has loved Glorfindel from nearly the moment he laid eyes on him, the tortured golden elf that was returned to Arda against his will. His respect and esteem grew for him as he watched him adjust to the new life he had, the courage he showed as he struggled through his grief of losing everything and everyone, returning to a world so different than the one he knew before. Erestor had seen his pain and his soul cried out to befriend the golden elf. Glorfindel reluctantly let him in, and once they had become friends, they were nigh inseparable.
Sighing, Erestor thought that with a few days away from Glorfindel, he would be able to build up the walls around his heart, but was failing miserably. Suddenly a feeling of foreboding came over him and then he heard the trumpets ringing out, telling everyone that riders approached, and he knew. Something was wrong. Running from his study, Erestor rushed down the hall, down the steps and out into the courtyard, and stood there waiting for signs of the riders. When he saw the patrol galloping down the lane towards him, he sucked in his breath when he saw Daugion leading the procession with a semiconscious Glorfindel mounted in front of him on his horse. Without thinking of the crushing hoofs, he ran full force towards Glorfindel.
Daugion was hard pressed to rein in his horse before it trampled Erestor. Coming to a sudden halt, he nearly lost his hold on Glorfindel.
“Daugion, what happened? Glorfindel…” he gasped as he looked him over from head to toe, seeking out any injuries.
“My Lord Erestor, we engaged a group of orcs and Glorfindel was cut by a poisoned blade. The wound is not deep but the poison is making its way through his body. We tried to slow the poison, but none of us are healers,” Daugion said, wincing at the strain in his arms from holding Glorfindel for so long.
Seeing that it was only a small wound on his side, Erestor reached up and took Glorfindel into his arms, cradling him against his chest. “Shh, mellon nín, I have you,” Erestor whispered.
Glorfindel hissed out in pain then relaxed into Erestor, burrowing his face in his neck, breathing in Erestor’s unique scent. He just wanted a few minutes in his arms, then knew he would need to push him away, he was too weak to hide his feeling for him, even though he was pretty sure Erestor knew how he felt.
Without faltering, Erestor carried Glorfindel up the steps and into the Healing House, while he called out for someone to have Lord Elrond to meet him there. Erestor was laying Glorfindel onto a bed when Elrond came in and started to instruct the healers in what needed to be done.
Brushing the hair off Glorfindel’s sweaty brow Erestor said, “Glor, it is alright, Elrond is here, he will make you all better, mellon nín.”
Glorfindel turned away from Erestor’s touch and hissed in pain as he leaned against his wound. When Erestor tried to rearrange him so he lay on his back, Glorfindel fought the pain and rolled farther away from him and gasped, “Go away.”
Erestor frowned, not thinking he heard him right and asked, “What, mellon nín?”
“Go away, Erestor; leave me be,” he whispered, trying to keep the tears out of his voice.
Taken aback Erestor breathed, “Glor, what is it, why do you want me to leave?”
“I beg you, if you care for me at all, just leave…saes (please) Erestor,” he could not help pleading.
Tears swam into his eyes and he looked up at Elrond who had been there to hear the last of what Glorfindel said.
Laying a hand on Erestor’s shoulder, Elrond said quietly, “Erestor, he is in a lot of pain, he may not know what he is saying. I need to see to his wound at once and I do not think he is going to let me until you are gone. I am going to give him a sleeping draught and then take care of his wound. Go to your chambers and I will come to you as soon as I am done here.”
Looking, once more, down at Glorfindel, he then knew that Elrond was right, the wound needed to be taken care of. Noticing the eyes that were watching him, he straightened and nodded once to Elrond, and then made his way out of the Healing House. Once he was well away from prying eyes, he broke into a run and reaching his chambers, slammed the door shut, and leaned his back against it. Sliding down to the floor, sobs tore from him, and he cried into his hands, his whole body shaking. ‘What did I do to cause Glorfindel to push me away? Have I lost his friendship?’ he thought. Erestor sat there and could not stop the flood of tears has they coursed down his face, dripping from his chin to soak his robe. He gasped for breath as his heart broke, the wound gaping wide, feeling like it was tearing him in two. Not knowing how long he sat there, he finally managed to climb to his bed, crawled into a tight ball, shaking with the cold that was settling over his soul. Exhaustion grasped him in its talons and he soon slipped into sleep, whispering Glorfindel’s name.
TBC
Author: Janalynn27
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Slash
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: Erestor and Glorfindel love each other but are afraid to let the other know, for fear of rejection.
Timeline: 2610 TA, a hundred years after Celebrían passes into the west. The rest is AU.
Feedback: It is greatly appreciated, this being my first story in Tolkien’s wonderful world of Middle-Earth.
Author's note: When Erestor and Glorfindel are mindspeaking it is accentuated by 'dialogue'.
Chapter 8
Erestor sat at his desk in his study, stacks of ledgers and what not piled high upon it. Erestor gave a baleful look at those stacks and had an overwhelming urge to slam his forehead down onto the desk in frustration, then had a thought of shoving them off his desk in a huff. He knew that most of his work should have, normally would have, been done yesterday. Sighing, he stood up and looked out of the huge window just behind his chair, thinking of Glorfindel. It had been three days since he had his discussion with Elrond, three days since Glorfindel left breakfast in a rush, three days since he left without a word to him. He did not know what he could have possibility done to upset Glorfindel so; he had never left before without even leaving him a note. Erestor’s restlessness had increased since Glorfindel’s departure and unease settled deep inside, increasing with each hour of Glorfindel’s absence.
Erestor thought of all that he and Elrond had discussed and Erestor wondered if he were going to be able to go on like this. He did not understand what had changed recently, for he has loved Glorfindel from nearly the moment he laid eyes on him, the tortured golden elf that was returned to Arda against his will. His respect and esteem grew for him as he watched him adjust to the new life he had, the courage he showed as he struggled through his grief of losing everything and everyone, returning to a world so different than the one he knew before. Erestor had seen his pain and his soul cried out to befriend the golden elf. Glorfindel reluctantly let him in, and once they had become friends, they were nigh inseparable.
Sighing, Erestor thought that with a few days away from Glorfindel, he would be able to build up the walls around his heart, but was failing miserably. Suddenly a feeling of foreboding came over him and then he heard the trumpets ringing out, telling everyone that riders approached, and he knew. Something was wrong. Running from his study, Erestor rushed down the hall, down the steps and out into the courtyard, and stood there waiting for signs of the riders. When he saw the patrol galloping down the lane towards him, he sucked in his breath when he saw Daugion leading the procession with a semiconscious Glorfindel mounted in front of him on his horse. Without thinking of the crushing hoofs, he ran full force towards Glorfindel.
Daugion was hard pressed to rein in his horse before it trampled Erestor. Coming to a sudden halt, he nearly lost his hold on Glorfindel.
“Daugion, what happened? Glorfindel…” he gasped as he looked him over from head to toe, seeking out any injuries.
“My Lord Erestor, we engaged a group of orcs and Glorfindel was cut by a poisoned blade. The wound is not deep but the poison is making its way through his body. We tried to slow the poison, but none of us are healers,” Daugion said, wincing at the strain in his arms from holding Glorfindel for so long.
Seeing that it was only a small wound on his side, Erestor reached up and took Glorfindel into his arms, cradling him against his chest. “Shh, mellon nín, I have you,” Erestor whispered.
Glorfindel hissed out in pain then relaxed into Erestor, burrowing his face in his neck, breathing in Erestor’s unique scent. He just wanted a few minutes in his arms, then knew he would need to push him away, he was too weak to hide his feeling for him, even though he was pretty sure Erestor knew how he felt.
Without faltering, Erestor carried Glorfindel up the steps and into the Healing House, while he called out for someone to have Lord Elrond to meet him there. Erestor was laying Glorfindel onto a bed when Elrond came in and started to instruct the healers in what needed to be done.
Brushing the hair off Glorfindel’s sweaty brow Erestor said, “Glor, it is alright, Elrond is here, he will make you all better, mellon nín.”
Glorfindel turned away from Erestor’s touch and hissed in pain as he leaned against his wound. When Erestor tried to rearrange him so he lay on his back, Glorfindel fought the pain and rolled farther away from him and gasped, “Go away.”
Erestor frowned, not thinking he heard him right and asked, “What, mellon nín?”
“Go away, Erestor; leave me be,” he whispered, trying to keep the tears out of his voice.
Taken aback Erestor breathed, “Glor, what is it, why do you want me to leave?”
“I beg you, if you care for me at all, just leave…saes (please) Erestor,” he could not help pleading.
Tears swam into his eyes and he looked up at Elrond who had been there to hear the last of what Glorfindel said.
Laying a hand on Erestor’s shoulder, Elrond said quietly, “Erestor, he is in a lot of pain, he may not know what he is saying. I need to see to his wound at once and I do not think he is going to let me until you are gone. I am going to give him a sleeping draught and then take care of his wound. Go to your chambers and I will come to you as soon as I am done here.”
Looking, once more, down at Glorfindel, he then knew that Elrond was right, the wound needed to be taken care of. Noticing the eyes that were watching him, he straightened and nodded once to Elrond, and then made his way out of the Healing House. Once he was well away from prying eyes, he broke into a run and reaching his chambers, slammed the door shut, and leaned his back against it. Sliding down to the floor, sobs tore from him, and he cried into his hands, his whole body shaking. ‘What did I do to cause Glorfindel to push me away? Have I lost his friendship?’ he thought. Erestor sat there and could not stop the flood of tears has they coursed down his face, dripping from his chin to soak his robe. He gasped for breath as his heart broke, the wound gaping wide, feeling like it was tearing him in two. Not knowing how long he sat there, he finally managed to climb to his bed, crawled into a tight ball, shaking with the cold that was settling over his soul. Exhaustion grasped him in its talons and he soon slipped into sleep, whispering Glorfindel’s name.
TBC