Battle of the Heart
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Chapter 8
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Chapter 8
The following days after their impromptu meeting in Erestor’s tent, found a recovering Elrond, in fact he seemed to rebound remarkably within his grief after he took upon his finger Vilya, following the holding of memorial services for all their slain kin, no more so than the High King, Gil-Galad. With much strength, Elrond called his two most worthy friends into his presence. And asked them to sit as he poured them all some wine. Though haggard looking, Elrond was recovering and would not fade from his grief. His people were his goal now, the safety of the survivors kept him going as well as the steadfastness of the two sitting before him.
Leaning forward, Elrond looked straight into the dark eyes of his Noldor friend. “Erestor, since time is of the essence I will go right to the point. I wish you to come with me as I found, no, we…” here he looked at his companions, “ found a place of refuge for all in need…for the survivors of this horrid war.” Elrond stood and moving around his desk came to sit upon the edge, “Erestor, would you be my Chief Advisor?”
“I would be honored to my lord,” Erestor replied, his gaze unflinching as it met the gray eyes of his lord and friend.
“Thank you my friend,” smiled Elrond as he added, “Ereinion always said you had an eye for detail and a mind to match.”
Erestor just nodded back for fear of crying in front of his two dearest companions. Elrond then turned his gaze upon blue eyes. “Glorfindel, I need protection,” he then tilted his head to the tent flap, “they need protection, will you come with us and keep us safe in our new home?”
Glorfindel inclined his head and taking Elrond’s hand in his, pressed his lips to the ring there. It was an old gesture of fealty and the three knew of its worth. “I swear to do this upon my life or death, my lord.” The golden warrior swore his oath.
“Thank you,” whispered Elrond, moved to tears. “We have much to do, we leave in three days time to the place that will be our new home-Imladris. A place that Gil and I often talked about.” He then stood and nodded to both as he then turned, signaling his leave of them.
As the two walked towards their tents in awed silence, Glorfindel spoke only upon reaching their destination. “Erestor, about the other night…”
Cringing inwardly as he forced himself to stop, Erestor turned to look at the one he had shared an intimacy with. “Yes?” was all he could manage to say.
“It is not uncommon, in times of war, for warriors to soothe themselves as we did.” Glorfindel knew that their comforting had caused Erestor grief—he could feel it whenever they were near one another. He wished to ease his friend’s uneasiness about the whole situation. Though to him, it was as a dream come to fruition.
“Aye Fin,” was all Erestor said as he disappeared inside his tent.
Smiling at the endearment, Glorfindel pushed aside the flap of fabric and made his way inside his own tent as well.
Looking back in later days, some of the trio's fondest memories would be of those ten years they spent in their elaborate tents, supervising the building of the Last Homely House. It was a time of intense emotion by all. The sadness and loss all felt were now intermingled with renewed excitement and anticipation of what was to come. They had amongst their tent city, artisans and crafters of metal, stone, wood; bakers, weavers, tailors, gardeners, warriors and scribes alike. All were busy, and all fell to sleep at night exhausted but with a smile on their lips, for good hard work did wonders to help in healing the soul. Gil-Galad had given Elrond the ring of power, Vilya and all his riches , along with his heart. Vilya ensuring peace and safety in the valley it would serve. The riches served to expedite the building.
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A year had passed since the night that Glorfindel and Erestor had shared in their warrior's comfort. A year that saw neither of the very virile Elves taking another to their beds. The three were nigh inseparable in work and what little leisure afforded them.
Erestor had just fallen into a deep sleep. He worked well into the night, relishing the quiet respite of the maddening days of work and much noise. This was a familiar pattern to the counselor. He often had much the same routine as the High King's advisor; he was one of those Elves that could sleep for just a few hours and wake up refreshed for the new day. However, wake him before his time and one would be the receiver of his wrath for the entire day!
Glorfindel arose early for patrol, he always did. This day he had bathed and dressed, carefully braiding his hair as fitting an Elf of his status and leadership. After strapping on all his weapons, he grabbed a small package of cloth that was tied with a silk ribbon and made his way over to Erestor's tent. He knew very well that the counselor would still be asleep, but he did not care-he wasn't afraid of Erestor's glares-the two had become closer friends since their one night of comfort together, though neither had they spoken of it again.
Glorfindel lifted the flap of Erestor's tent, letting the morning light shine into the darkness of the counselor's nest. Soundlessly he made his way to the sleeping Elf's bed. He gasped lightly at the beauty that was his friend. His face so relaxed in the peace of his slumber, his mouth slightly parted, his hair fanned out about the pillow in a tangled mess that was somehow adorable. He was bare to the waist , his loose sleeping pants were dangerously low on his slim hips and his legs entwined in his sheets. Visibly gulping, Glorfindel lowered himself towards the sleeping counselor and in an instant found himself the recipient of a dagger at his throat! Jumping back in shock, Glorfindel smiled at his friend's quick reflexes. Holding up his hands he smiled at the wild-eyed advisor. “Peace, Erestor, it is only I.” Erestor growled. He actually growled! Blinking, he sat all the way up, suddenly worried.
“What is amiss? Is Elrond alright?”
Feeling a smidgen guilty, Glorfindel just smiled. “Nay, all is well.”
“Why have you come here disturbing my sleep?” Erestor growled again through clenched teeth, not the least bit amused by the so-called “friend” in front of him.
“I have a present for you.” Came Glorfindel's logical and easy reply, as he held out his gift in front of him.
Erestor blinked. Did the Valar take away his sense? He wondered to himself as confusion crept into his eyes. “Why, pray tell?” Erestor sighed, exasperated by Elrond's captain.
Glorfindel squatted on his haunches with the ease of a warrior and shook his head in disbelief. “Why, Erestor, surely you have not forgot your own begetting day?”
“Aye,” Erestor replied blushing suddenly.
“Well, come on then, open it!” Glorfindel stated as he shoved the package into Erestor's hands.
“Surely you could have waited until later?” Erestor questioned quietly as his voice softened, touched as he was by the gesture.
“Well, actually, I am about to leave for a week long patrol of the valley and it's surrounding forest,” he tugged playfully at the uniform he wore. “Really Erestor, as chief counselor to Lord Elrond, you should notice these small details!” teased Glorfindel.
Again, Glorfindel received the glare. “Oh come on, I must make haste to leave......um...this day....” Glorfindel teased some more.
Erestor rolled his eyes at h is friend. “Truly Glorfindel, you task me so.” Carefully pulling the ribbon apart, causing the fabric to open, only to reveal a wooden box of polished maple. Actually feeling a sense of excitement, Erestor opened the box slowly to reveal a red, silk lining whereupon sat a smoothly carved wooden quill. An “E” was carved into the top and placed along the bottom was a mithril tip. Glorfindel watched his friend's face closely. Erestor was awestruck, for a second he did not know what to say; having a rare loss of words.
Suddenly Glorfindel frowned, “do you not like it?” he asked in a worried tone of voice.
“Glorfindel, it is exquisite, you should not have, I will cherish... did you carve this yourself?” came the rambling words all at once. Shyly looking into those impossibly blue eyes of Glorfindel's, Erestor replied, “you should not have.”
Glorfindel smiled warmly. “Nay, that is what friends do. You can use it when we are settled into the Last Homely House, in that magnificent library that you and Elrond are building.” Silence ensued until Glorfindel cleared his throat. “Well, I shall take my leave of you.” He nodded as his eyes searched Erestor's face for something-for what?”
Glorfindel turned and headed for the entrance. “Glorfindel,” Erestor called after him.
“Aye?” Glorfindel turned to look back at his friend.
“Thank you,” Erestor smiled warmly and genuinely.
“You are most welcome,” Glorfindel smiled and then in a flash was out the tent.
Erestor stretched lazily and re-wrapped his present, putting it in his footlocker for safe keeping. He then lay back down snuggling into his sheets falling back to sleep with a smile gracing his comely face.
******
Imladris, 1975 3A
Erestor smiled as he worked late into the night, twirling his special quill lovingly in his hands. He did not know but he and Glorfindel were thinking of the same events this very night. “I miss you my beloved,” he said out loud sending his words into the ethers of their bond. Glorfindel, though many days away, felt the love of his mate and reveled in it.
TBC....
I am sorry that it has taken me so long to update with a new chapter.
Forgive me, my friends.
Thanks for all your support.
Chapter 8
The following days after their impromptu meeting in Erestor’s tent, found a recovering Elrond, in fact he seemed to rebound remarkably within his grief after he took upon his finger Vilya, following the holding of memorial services for all their slain kin, no more so than the High King, Gil-Galad. With much strength, Elrond called his two most worthy friends into his presence. And asked them to sit as he poured them all some wine. Though haggard looking, Elrond was recovering and would not fade from his grief. His people were his goal now, the safety of the survivors kept him going as well as the steadfastness of the two sitting before him.
Leaning forward, Elrond looked straight into the dark eyes of his Noldor friend. “Erestor, since time is of the essence I will go right to the point. I wish you to come with me as I found, no, we…” here he looked at his companions, “ found a place of refuge for all in need…for the survivors of this horrid war.” Elrond stood and moving around his desk came to sit upon the edge, “Erestor, would you be my Chief Advisor?”
“I would be honored to my lord,” Erestor replied, his gaze unflinching as it met the gray eyes of his lord and friend.
“Thank you my friend,” smiled Elrond as he added, “Ereinion always said you had an eye for detail and a mind to match.”
Erestor just nodded back for fear of crying in front of his two dearest companions. Elrond then turned his gaze upon blue eyes. “Glorfindel, I need protection,” he then tilted his head to the tent flap, “they need protection, will you come with us and keep us safe in our new home?”
Glorfindel inclined his head and taking Elrond’s hand in his, pressed his lips to the ring there. It was an old gesture of fealty and the three knew of its worth. “I swear to do this upon my life or death, my lord.” The golden warrior swore his oath.
“Thank you,” whispered Elrond, moved to tears. “We have much to do, we leave in three days time to the place that will be our new home-Imladris. A place that Gil and I often talked about.” He then stood and nodded to both as he then turned, signaling his leave of them.
As the two walked towards their tents in awed silence, Glorfindel spoke only upon reaching their destination. “Erestor, about the other night…”
Cringing inwardly as he forced himself to stop, Erestor turned to look at the one he had shared an intimacy with. “Yes?” was all he could manage to say.
“It is not uncommon, in times of war, for warriors to soothe themselves as we did.” Glorfindel knew that their comforting had caused Erestor grief—he could feel it whenever they were near one another. He wished to ease his friend’s uneasiness about the whole situation. Though to him, it was as a dream come to fruition.
“Aye Fin,” was all Erestor said as he disappeared inside his tent.
Smiling at the endearment, Glorfindel pushed aside the flap of fabric and made his way inside his own tent as well.
Looking back in later days, some of the trio's fondest memories would be of those ten years they spent in their elaborate tents, supervising the building of the Last Homely House. It was a time of intense emotion by all. The sadness and loss all felt were now intermingled with renewed excitement and anticipation of what was to come. They had amongst their tent city, artisans and crafters of metal, stone, wood; bakers, weavers, tailors, gardeners, warriors and scribes alike. All were busy, and all fell to sleep at night exhausted but with a smile on their lips, for good hard work did wonders to help in healing the soul. Gil-Galad had given Elrond the ring of power, Vilya and all his riches , along with his heart. Vilya ensuring peace and safety in the valley it would serve. The riches served to expedite the building.
********
A year had passed since the night that Glorfindel and Erestor had shared in their warrior's comfort. A year that saw neither of the very virile Elves taking another to their beds. The three were nigh inseparable in work and what little leisure afforded them.
Erestor had just fallen into a deep sleep. He worked well into the night, relishing the quiet respite of the maddening days of work and much noise. This was a familiar pattern to the counselor. He often had much the same routine as the High King's advisor; he was one of those Elves that could sleep for just a few hours and wake up refreshed for the new day. However, wake him before his time and one would be the receiver of his wrath for the entire day!
Glorfindel arose early for patrol, he always did. This day he had bathed and dressed, carefully braiding his hair as fitting an Elf of his status and leadership. After strapping on all his weapons, he grabbed a small package of cloth that was tied with a silk ribbon and made his way over to Erestor's tent. He knew very well that the counselor would still be asleep, but he did not care-he wasn't afraid of Erestor's glares-the two had become closer friends since their one night of comfort together, though neither had they spoken of it again.
Glorfindel lifted the flap of Erestor's tent, letting the morning light shine into the darkness of the counselor's nest. Soundlessly he made his way to the sleeping Elf's bed. He gasped lightly at the beauty that was his friend. His face so relaxed in the peace of his slumber, his mouth slightly parted, his hair fanned out about the pillow in a tangled mess that was somehow adorable. He was bare to the waist , his loose sleeping pants were dangerously low on his slim hips and his legs entwined in his sheets. Visibly gulping, Glorfindel lowered himself towards the sleeping counselor and in an instant found himself the recipient of a dagger at his throat! Jumping back in shock, Glorfindel smiled at his friend's quick reflexes. Holding up his hands he smiled at the wild-eyed advisor. “Peace, Erestor, it is only I.” Erestor growled. He actually growled! Blinking, he sat all the way up, suddenly worried.
“What is amiss? Is Elrond alright?”
Feeling a smidgen guilty, Glorfindel just smiled. “Nay, all is well.”
“Why have you come here disturbing my sleep?” Erestor growled again through clenched teeth, not the least bit amused by the so-called “friend” in front of him.
“I have a present for you.” Came Glorfindel's logical and easy reply, as he held out his gift in front of him.
Erestor blinked. Did the Valar take away his sense? He wondered to himself as confusion crept into his eyes. “Why, pray tell?” Erestor sighed, exasperated by Elrond's captain.
Glorfindel squatted on his haunches with the ease of a warrior and shook his head in disbelief. “Why, Erestor, surely you have not forgot your own begetting day?”
“Aye,” Erestor replied blushing suddenly.
“Well, come on then, open it!” Glorfindel stated as he shoved the package into Erestor's hands.
“Surely you could have waited until later?” Erestor questioned quietly as his voice softened, touched as he was by the gesture.
“Well, actually, I am about to leave for a week long patrol of the valley and it's surrounding forest,” he tugged playfully at the uniform he wore. “Really Erestor, as chief counselor to Lord Elrond, you should notice these small details!” teased Glorfindel.
Again, Glorfindel received the glare. “Oh come on, I must make haste to leave......um...this day....” Glorfindel teased some more.
Erestor rolled his eyes at h is friend. “Truly Glorfindel, you task me so.” Carefully pulling the ribbon apart, causing the fabric to open, only to reveal a wooden box of polished maple. Actually feeling a sense of excitement, Erestor opened the box slowly to reveal a red, silk lining whereupon sat a smoothly carved wooden quill. An “E” was carved into the top and placed along the bottom was a mithril tip. Glorfindel watched his friend's face closely. Erestor was awestruck, for a second he did not know what to say; having a rare loss of words.
Suddenly Glorfindel frowned, “do you not like it?” he asked in a worried tone of voice.
“Glorfindel, it is exquisite, you should not have, I will cherish... did you carve this yourself?” came the rambling words all at once. Shyly looking into those impossibly blue eyes of Glorfindel's, Erestor replied, “you should not have.”
Glorfindel smiled warmly. “Nay, that is what friends do. You can use it when we are settled into the Last Homely House, in that magnificent library that you and Elrond are building.” Silence ensued until Glorfindel cleared his throat. “Well, I shall take my leave of you.” He nodded as his eyes searched Erestor's face for something-for what?”
Glorfindel turned and headed for the entrance. “Glorfindel,” Erestor called after him.
“Aye?” Glorfindel turned to look back at his friend.
“Thank you,” Erestor smiled warmly and genuinely.
“You are most welcome,” Glorfindel smiled and then in a flash was out the tent.
Erestor stretched lazily and re-wrapped his present, putting it in his footlocker for safe keeping. He then lay back down snuggling into his sheets falling back to sleep with a smile gracing his comely face.
******
Imladris, 1975 3A
Erestor smiled as he worked late into the night, twirling his special quill lovingly in his hands. He did not know but he and Glorfindel were thinking of the same events this very night. “I miss you my beloved,” he said out loud sending his words into the ethers of their bond. Glorfindel, though many days away, felt the love of his mate and reveled in it.
TBC....