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Chapter 9
First, I want to appologize from not thanking Dark, Maelle, and Minerva on the last chapter, completely slipped my mind, oops *blushes* Big thank you to you all! Hope you enjoy this new chapter! *hugs*
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Title: Shadows of The Past (9/?)
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.
Chapter 9
Glorfindel paused just outside the barracks and watched Baraon, his second, inspect the new potential recruits. Looking them over himself, Glorfindel was pleased with what he saw, even knowing a few of them personally. He waited until Baraon had split them into three groups, one going to practice archery, the second to practice their sword fighting and the third to practice their hand-to-hand combat. Once the elves dispersed, Glorfindel motioned Baraon to follow him into his office. As Glorfindel walked behind his desk, he winced at the stack of paperwork that waited for his perusal, knowing that he would need to take it to Erestor’s office to go through it, for it would take him too long to finish, and he wanted to return to Erestor as soon as possible.
“Here is the list of the recruits, along with their strengths and weaknesses. There are some fine warriors amongst this group, natural leadership in a few of them,” Baraon said as he handed his captain the parchment.
“Hannon le (Thank you),” Glorfindel said as he took the list and started looking over it,
“Have you seen Garthon this morning? He was supposed to meet with me to go over the patrols that occurred while I was away.”
Baraon shook his head, “No, I have not seen him. It is unlike him to not show up when he is expected to; he is always the first to arrive and the last to leave when he is on duty. Should I send someone to look for him?”
Glorfindel sighed and had a thought of where he might be, if he had read right the looks that passed between King Thranduil and Garthon the day of their arrival. “We will wait; there must be a good reason for his tardiness. Sit, I have some things I need to discuss with you,” Glorfindel said as he motioned for Baraon to sit in the chair before his desk.
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Garthon gripped the sheets so tightly, his hold on them threatened to tear the fabric. His blood was boiling, his skin aflame with such sizzling pleasure, he did not know whether to cry out for more or to whimper for a reprieve. Finally finding enough breath, he gasped, “Your Majesty…I really must be going.”
Thranduil looked up, reluctantly releasing his prize and asked, “And where is it that you need to be? Surely you do not desire to be anywhere else but just where you are?”
Garthon raised his head so he could gaze down his body, and what his sight beheld made a moan slip out before he could quell it. The King was looking up at him from in between his thighs; his legs were propped up on Thranduil’s shoulders. His golden-hair flowing freely, caressing Garthon’s quivering thighs, causing even more sensations to his already burning body. Spittle was dripping down Thranduil’s chin and Garthon threw back his head as the King took his member into his mouth once more. Unable to stop his body’s reaction, Garthon arched his back and would have come hard had it not been for Thranduil’s intervention.
Thranduil was not done with this succulent warrior so he firmly grasped the base of Garthon’s burgeoning arousal, “Oh-oh, I do not think so. I am not done with you yet, my pet. You will come when I tell you to,” Thranduil drawled in a wicked voice.
Garthon let the ripples of desire run their course through his body until he was finally able to speak, “Your Majesty…”
Thranduil interrupted, “I think you can call me Thranduil, by now,” he said as he inserted a well oiled finger into Garthon’s entrance, only to find it still well prepared from the many times he had taken him during the night.
“Ai (Ah)! Thran…Thranduil…I really need to be leaving, I have to report to duty,” Garthon panted out.
Thranduil moved up Garthon’s body, raising Garthon’s legs up over his head, and aligned his cock at the warrior’s tight entrance, “I am a King, am I not. And am I not your guest?” he asked, leaning down to nip Garthon’s lower lip.
All Garthon had strength for was a simple nod in agreement before he cried out as he was entered in one hard thrust.
Thranduil buried himself to the hilt and leaned down to whisper in Garthon’s ear, “Then it is your duty to appease my every wish. You will not be going anywhere soon, you will only be coming.”
Garthon shuddered at the dual sensations of Thranduil’s hard shaft inside him and his hot breath upon his ear, sending pulses of pleasure all through his body. Giving up on trying to talk, let alone leave, Garthon threaded his fingers through Thranduil’s hair and pulled him down roughly for a demanding kiss.
Thranduil growled as he felt Garthon’s surrender and started riding him hard. Pulling away from Garthon’s lips, Thranduil leaned down and bit hard onto the warrior’s neck, leaving behind a mark, putting his claim on him. Moving Garthon’s legs so they wrapped around his waist, he arched his back and took the warrior’s shaft into his fist. “You are such a responsive lover, taking everything I give. I just may have to steal you and take you back to Mirkwood when I leave,” Thranduil said between breaths.
Garthon cried out as Thranduil hit his prostate, causing white lightning to burst through his veins. Grasping Thranduil’s shoulders, he screamed, “YES!”
Thranduil roared his release as Garthon’s muscles tightened around him and they both came crashing down together, sweaty limbs entangled, and chests laboring for breath. When Thranduil managed to roll off of Garthon, and they both were able to breathe once more, he said, “Go if you must, but know that you are mine every night that I am here.”
Garthon impulsively kissed Thranduil’s lips before crawling out of the bed, gathering his clothes as he made his way to the bathing chamber, thankful that Thranduil had not torn any of them in his haste last night.
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After Baraon sat down, Glorfindel told him that he was leaving for the winter and that he would be in charge while he was away. “But Captain, is something amiss? Why are you leaving when you have only just returned?” Baraon asked, concerned.
Glorfindel leaned back in his chair and asked, “I can trust in your discretion, correct?”
“Of course, Captain, whatever we discuss will not leave this chamber,” Baraon said in assurance.
Glorfindel nodded, “I trust you, you are a wonderful warrior and I know that I leave Imladris in very cable hands.”
Baraon blushed and stammered, “Captain…I do not know what to say…hannon le.”
Glorfindel smiled, “You are welcome. I have no doubt that you were present in the courtyard when I returned to Imladris and saw the incident between Erestor and me.”
Baraon nodded, “Yes. Is he well, I did not see you or he the rest of the day.”
Glorfindel sighed, “He will be. That is why I am leaving; he and I will be leaving together, to give him some time away from others. He is struggling with things from his past and I am going to try to help him deal with them.”
“I truly hope he will be well. I have always liked him and I have the utmost respect for him. It always pained me to see how uneasy he was around others. I know it is not my place to ask, but is there something between you two? I have noticed that outside of Lord Elrond and little Lindir, you are the closest to him; I had always wondered if you two were meant to be,” Baraon asked.
Glorfindel became thoughtful for a moment, thinking about all the years since his return to Arda. “It also pained me, seeing Erestor in such torment all of the time, ever watchful of his surroundings, as if he expected to be attacked at any minute. Neither of us realized, until just recently, that we are soul mates. I do not know what will become of our relationship; all I can worry about now is getting him better,” Glorfindel said.
Baraon could sense his Captain’s worry and said, “I am sure you will succeed, My Lord. Erestor is strong and I believe he will make it through whatever he is going through right now. I also think it wise that you two go away together, he seems to trust you well and I know that you will be able to reach him. Where will you two be going? I hope not too far, for the snows will be coming soon.”
Glorfindel smiled at his concern and his thoughtful words, “Actually, we are not going far at all. Lord Elrond has a cottage about a half day’s ride from here. We are leaving the day after tomorrow because it has not been used for years and the cottage may need to be repaired. Also, Lord Elrond said that there are some rations stocked there but they may have gone bad, so we may have to return for more supplies. I just hope that we will not have to return, for I cannot leave Erestor for long and he does not need to be traveling too much right now. We are going to take our mounts and a couple of pack horses with us, for Elrond has said that the trail is surely too over grown for a cart to make it through.”
Baraon sat forward to rest his hands on Glorfindel’s desk and said, “Why do I not ride along with you two? That way you could take more provisions, because I can lead the horses back with me and you could use an extra pair of hands should the cottage need to be repaired. Then you will not need to return to Imladris; I am sure that Erestor would be more comfortable if he did not have to travel back and forth.”
Glorfindel sighed in relief, “Hannon le, mellon nín. That would greatly relieve some of my worry.”
“Will Erestor be comfortable with my presence? If the cottage needs to be repaired, I may need to stay for a day or two,” Baraon asked.
“I am sure he will be, but I will discuss it with him, just to make sure,” Glorfindel said when there was a knock on the door. Looking up, Glorfindel saw Garthon standing in the doorway.
“Captain, I apologize for being late,” Garthon said as he entered upon Glorfindel’s request.
Glorfindel just nodded and motioned for both Baraon and Garthon to walk with him to the map that hung upon one of the walls, “Garthon, I want you to tell Baraon and me about the patrols and the happenings along our borders while I was away.”
After about a half an hour, Garthon finished his report, telling of orc sightings and other encounters that the patrols have had while Glorfindel was in Mirkwood. As the meeting came to a close Baraon excused himself and left to check on the new recruits, after planning on meeting Glorfindel in Erestor’s office just after the lunch hour.
Glorfindel went and stood behind his desk and started to gather the papers he needed to take with him when he left for Erestor’s office, “Garthon, I am pretty sure I know where you were this morning and why you were late,” he said without looking up from his task.
Garthon started to say, “My Lord…” but was interrupted.
Glorfindel looked up and saw the bright blush that was blossoming on Garthon’s face and sighed, “I know how King Thranduil can be, but that is no excuse for your dereliction of your duty. I will let it go this once, but not again. You are one of my finest warriors, ever competent in your duties, and I trust you completely.”
Garthon nodded, “It will not happen again, Captain.”
“Good, now I must go and see Erestor about the provisions we will need to take with us when we leave. I will see you later at the feast,” Glorfindel said as he gathered the papers together and started out of the chamber, followed by Garthon.
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Melpomaen watched Erestor with growing concern. It seemed as time went by, Erestor became more and more nervous, fidgety. They had been discussing the things that he would need to know while Erestor was away, for the better part of an hour now. Whatever was going on with Erestor, Melpomaen hoped that he would get better soon, for he looked up to the Advisor, and if any elf deserved to be happy, it was Erestor.
Erestor was feeling out of control and wanted, with every breath in his body, to run and find Glorfindel, but he was determined to stay here and finish going over things with Melpomaen. This loss of control was making him feel even more edgy and he could not stop himself from constantly looking up at the door in hopes of Fin appearing. Taking a deep breath he took out the trade agreement for one of the villages along Imladris’ border and said, “The Eastern village is scheduled to arrive at the end of the week. Their crops were not so well off as ours this year and they will most likely need to trade for supplies such as wheat, flour, barley and other dry goods. They do have very skilled hunters in their village so I am sure they will bring dried meats for trade, which is good, we can always use extra rations for patrol parties. The village artists are also of the finest quality, they make beautiful pottery and other things of that nature. I agreed that whatever we did not need that they brought for trade, that they would be allowed to put up a stall for a few days in the market to try to sell their wares. I have already arranged an area for their use. Also, I had commissioned something from one of their artists and they were to bring it with them. I was to give them a manuscript that they wanted me to scribe into a leather bound book, as payment for the item and I will need you to make the trade for me and to put the item in my chambers.”
“Of course, Master Erestor, do not worry, I will make sure that it will be done and is safely stowed away in your rooms,” Melpomaen said just before Glorfindel appeared in the doorway.
Erestor nearly stood when he saw Glorfindel standing just inside the chamber. Staring at him for a few moments, he then noticed the large stack of papers that he had in his arms and got up and walked around to take some of them, “Here, let me help you,” he said as he took some and walked over to a table and placed them onto it.
Knowing that they probably wanted to be alone, Melpomaen stood and said, “Master Erestor, if there is nothing else you need right now, I shall go to the library and check on the scribes and ask if they need any help.”
“That will be fine, I will talk to you more before the feast and then go over the rest tomorrow,” Erestor said as Glorfindel came to deposit the rest of the paper onto the table.
Once Melpomaen was gone Glorfindel turned towards Erestor and watched as his meldir (m. friend) started to stack the papers he brought with him into a neat pile. He saw how pale and tired Erestor looked. “Mellon nín, how are you?” Glorfindel asked, a little worried that Erestor had yet to look at him or try to touch him now that Melpomaen had left.
Once the papers were all stacked up neatly, Erestor turned to walk over to his chair behind his desk, “I am fine, hannon le.” Erestor was anything but fine. His soul felt raw, bleeding, as if it were unraveling at the seams. The mere presence of Glorfindel helped some, eased the ache a bit, but not to the point that Erestor was comfortable. But Erestor was determined not to throw himself at Fin all of the time; it was not fair to his meldir. Sitting down at his desk, he pulled out a piece of parchment and started a list of things that they would need to take with them on their journey.
Glorfindel continued to watch Erestor for a minute more, noticing the lines on his brow, knowing them to be caused by pain. For some reason, Erestor was keeping himself away from him, and Glorfindel thought he might know the reason why. Without saying a word, he walked over to Erestor, took the quill out of his hand and set in on the desk. Moving Erestor’s chair, he looked down into his best friend’s haunted, pain filled eyes, and simply pulled him to his feet, moved them so he could take Erestor’s spot in the chair, and drew the Advisor down onto his lap.
Erestor sank into Glorfindel’s embrace, closing his eyes as he rested his head onto Fin’s shoulder, already feeling the pain diminishing throughout his body. Neither one of them spoke for a few minutes, until Erestor whispered, “Fin…”
Glorfindel tightened his hold on Erestor and shushed him by saying, “Mellon nín, I am a warrior, a protector. It is my nature to care for those who are in need or too weak to fend for themselves. I have always performed my duty with pride and it made me feel good to help others. But I want you to know that I do not just want to take care of you, to protect you, I need to. My soul cries out to yours, just like yours does mine. I want and need you to be happy and I will do anything in my power to make you so. You are not a burden to me; you are a gift, a prayer answered. I had longed to find a mate, to feel not alone, for that is what a leader is, yet I longed for someone to see me other than as the legendary hero, the warrior, the protector; I just want someone to see me as you do, just another ellon (m. elf).”
Erestor sat up and looked deeply into Glorfindel’s eyes. For the longest time, he just sat there searching the indigo depths, and finding many different emotions, but the one thing he did not find was pity, and that meant the world to him, for Erestor refused to be pitied. Gently, Erestor drew his fingers from Glorfindel’s cheek, down to his chin. Taking a deep breath, Erestor leaned forward and pressed his lips to Fin’s for a chaste kiss. Erestor pulled back and whispered, “But you are not just another ellon to me.”
Glorfindel smiled and drew Erestor’s head back down to rest on his shoulder, “This is where you belong, dúath nín (my shadow).”
TBC
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Title: Shadows of The Past (9/?)
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.
Chapter 9
Glorfindel paused just outside the barracks and watched Baraon, his second, inspect the new potential recruits. Looking them over himself, Glorfindel was pleased with what he saw, even knowing a few of them personally. He waited until Baraon had split them into three groups, one going to practice archery, the second to practice their sword fighting and the third to practice their hand-to-hand combat. Once the elves dispersed, Glorfindel motioned Baraon to follow him into his office. As Glorfindel walked behind his desk, he winced at the stack of paperwork that waited for his perusal, knowing that he would need to take it to Erestor’s office to go through it, for it would take him too long to finish, and he wanted to return to Erestor as soon as possible.
“Here is the list of the recruits, along with their strengths and weaknesses. There are some fine warriors amongst this group, natural leadership in a few of them,” Baraon said as he handed his captain the parchment.
“Hannon le (Thank you),” Glorfindel said as he took the list and started looking over it,
“Have you seen Garthon this morning? He was supposed to meet with me to go over the patrols that occurred while I was away.”
Baraon shook his head, “No, I have not seen him. It is unlike him to not show up when he is expected to; he is always the first to arrive and the last to leave when he is on duty. Should I send someone to look for him?”
Glorfindel sighed and had a thought of where he might be, if he had read right the looks that passed between King Thranduil and Garthon the day of their arrival. “We will wait; there must be a good reason for his tardiness. Sit, I have some things I need to discuss with you,” Glorfindel said as he motioned for Baraon to sit in the chair before his desk.
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Garthon gripped the sheets so tightly, his hold on them threatened to tear the fabric. His blood was boiling, his skin aflame with such sizzling pleasure, he did not know whether to cry out for more or to whimper for a reprieve. Finally finding enough breath, he gasped, “Your Majesty…I really must be going.”
Thranduil looked up, reluctantly releasing his prize and asked, “And where is it that you need to be? Surely you do not desire to be anywhere else but just where you are?”
Garthon raised his head so he could gaze down his body, and what his sight beheld made a moan slip out before he could quell it. The King was looking up at him from in between his thighs; his legs were propped up on Thranduil’s shoulders. His golden-hair flowing freely, caressing Garthon’s quivering thighs, causing even more sensations to his already burning body. Spittle was dripping down Thranduil’s chin and Garthon threw back his head as the King took his member into his mouth once more. Unable to stop his body’s reaction, Garthon arched his back and would have come hard had it not been for Thranduil’s intervention.
Thranduil was not done with this succulent warrior so he firmly grasped the base of Garthon’s burgeoning arousal, “Oh-oh, I do not think so. I am not done with you yet, my pet. You will come when I tell you to,” Thranduil drawled in a wicked voice.
Garthon let the ripples of desire run their course through his body until he was finally able to speak, “Your Majesty…”
Thranduil interrupted, “I think you can call me Thranduil, by now,” he said as he inserted a well oiled finger into Garthon’s entrance, only to find it still well prepared from the many times he had taken him during the night.
“Ai (Ah)! Thran…Thranduil…I really need to be leaving, I have to report to duty,” Garthon panted out.
Thranduil moved up Garthon’s body, raising Garthon’s legs up over his head, and aligned his cock at the warrior’s tight entrance, “I am a King, am I not. And am I not your guest?” he asked, leaning down to nip Garthon’s lower lip.
All Garthon had strength for was a simple nod in agreement before he cried out as he was entered in one hard thrust.
Thranduil buried himself to the hilt and leaned down to whisper in Garthon’s ear, “Then it is your duty to appease my every wish. You will not be going anywhere soon, you will only be coming.”
Garthon shuddered at the dual sensations of Thranduil’s hard shaft inside him and his hot breath upon his ear, sending pulses of pleasure all through his body. Giving up on trying to talk, let alone leave, Garthon threaded his fingers through Thranduil’s hair and pulled him down roughly for a demanding kiss.
Thranduil growled as he felt Garthon’s surrender and started riding him hard. Pulling away from Garthon’s lips, Thranduil leaned down and bit hard onto the warrior’s neck, leaving behind a mark, putting his claim on him. Moving Garthon’s legs so they wrapped around his waist, he arched his back and took the warrior’s shaft into his fist. “You are such a responsive lover, taking everything I give. I just may have to steal you and take you back to Mirkwood when I leave,” Thranduil said between breaths.
Garthon cried out as Thranduil hit his prostate, causing white lightning to burst through his veins. Grasping Thranduil’s shoulders, he screamed, “YES!”
Thranduil roared his release as Garthon’s muscles tightened around him and they both came crashing down together, sweaty limbs entangled, and chests laboring for breath. When Thranduil managed to roll off of Garthon, and they both were able to breathe once more, he said, “Go if you must, but know that you are mine every night that I am here.”
Garthon impulsively kissed Thranduil’s lips before crawling out of the bed, gathering his clothes as he made his way to the bathing chamber, thankful that Thranduil had not torn any of them in his haste last night.
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After Baraon sat down, Glorfindel told him that he was leaving for the winter and that he would be in charge while he was away. “But Captain, is something amiss? Why are you leaving when you have only just returned?” Baraon asked, concerned.
Glorfindel leaned back in his chair and asked, “I can trust in your discretion, correct?”
“Of course, Captain, whatever we discuss will not leave this chamber,” Baraon said in assurance.
Glorfindel nodded, “I trust you, you are a wonderful warrior and I know that I leave Imladris in very cable hands.”
Baraon blushed and stammered, “Captain…I do not know what to say…hannon le.”
Glorfindel smiled, “You are welcome. I have no doubt that you were present in the courtyard when I returned to Imladris and saw the incident between Erestor and me.”
Baraon nodded, “Yes. Is he well, I did not see you or he the rest of the day.”
Glorfindel sighed, “He will be. That is why I am leaving; he and I will be leaving together, to give him some time away from others. He is struggling with things from his past and I am going to try to help him deal with them.”
“I truly hope he will be well. I have always liked him and I have the utmost respect for him. It always pained me to see how uneasy he was around others. I know it is not my place to ask, but is there something between you two? I have noticed that outside of Lord Elrond and little Lindir, you are the closest to him; I had always wondered if you two were meant to be,” Baraon asked.
Glorfindel became thoughtful for a moment, thinking about all the years since his return to Arda. “It also pained me, seeing Erestor in such torment all of the time, ever watchful of his surroundings, as if he expected to be attacked at any minute. Neither of us realized, until just recently, that we are soul mates. I do not know what will become of our relationship; all I can worry about now is getting him better,” Glorfindel said.
Baraon could sense his Captain’s worry and said, “I am sure you will succeed, My Lord. Erestor is strong and I believe he will make it through whatever he is going through right now. I also think it wise that you two go away together, he seems to trust you well and I know that you will be able to reach him. Where will you two be going? I hope not too far, for the snows will be coming soon.”
Glorfindel smiled at his concern and his thoughtful words, “Actually, we are not going far at all. Lord Elrond has a cottage about a half day’s ride from here. We are leaving the day after tomorrow because it has not been used for years and the cottage may need to be repaired. Also, Lord Elrond said that there are some rations stocked there but they may have gone bad, so we may have to return for more supplies. I just hope that we will not have to return, for I cannot leave Erestor for long and he does not need to be traveling too much right now. We are going to take our mounts and a couple of pack horses with us, for Elrond has said that the trail is surely too over grown for a cart to make it through.”
Baraon sat forward to rest his hands on Glorfindel’s desk and said, “Why do I not ride along with you two? That way you could take more provisions, because I can lead the horses back with me and you could use an extra pair of hands should the cottage need to be repaired. Then you will not need to return to Imladris; I am sure that Erestor would be more comfortable if he did not have to travel back and forth.”
Glorfindel sighed in relief, “Hannon le, mellon nín. That would greatly relieve some of my worry.”
“Will Erestor be comfortable with my presence? If the cottage needs to be repaired, I may need to stay for a day or two,” Baraon asked.
“I am sure he will be, but I will discuss it with him, just to make sure,” Glorfindel said when there was a knock on the door. Looking up, Glorfindel saw Garthon standing in the doorway.
“Captain, I apologize for being late,” Garthon said as he entered upon Glorfindel’s request.
Glorfindel just nodded and motioned for both Baraon and Garthon to walk with him to the map that hung upon one of the walls, “Garthon, I want you to tell Baraon and me about the patrols and the happenings along our borders while I was away.”
After about a half an hour, Garthon finished his report, telling of orc sightings and other encounters that the patrols have had while Glorfindel was in Mirkwood. As the meeting came to a close Baraon excused himself and left to check on the new recruits, after planning on meeting Glorfindel in Erestor’s office just after the lunch hour.
Glorfindel went and stood behind his desk and started to gather the papers he needed to take with him when he left for Erestor’s office, “Garthon, I am pretty sure I know where you were this morning and why you were late,” he said without looking up from his task.
Garthon started to say, “My Lord…” but was interrupted.
Glorfindel looked up and saw the bright blush that was blossoming on Garthon’s face and sighed, “I know how King Thranduil can be, but that is no excuse for your dereliction of your duty. I will let it go this once, but not again. You are one of my finest warriors, ever competent in your duties, and I trust you completely.”
Garthon nodded, “It will not happen again, Captain.”
“Good, now I must go and see Erestor about the provisions we will need to take with us when we leave. I will see you later at the feast,” Glorfindel said as he gathered the papers together and started out of the chamber, followed by Garthon.
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Melpomaen watched Erestor with growing concern. It seemed as time went by, Erestor became more and more nervous, fidgety. They had been discussing the things that he would need to know while Erestor was away, for the better part of an hour now. Whatever was going on with Erestor, Melpomaen hoped that he would get better soon, for he looked up to the Advisor, and if any elf deserved to be happy, it was Erestor.
Erestor was feeling out of control and wanted, with every breath in his body, to run and find Glorfindel, but he was determined to stay here and finish going over things with Melpomaen. This loss of control was making him feel even more edgy and he could not stop himself from constantly looking up at the door in hopes of Fin appearing. Taking a deep breath he took out the trade agreement for one of the villages along Imladris’ border and said, “The Eastern village is scheduled to arrive at the end of the week. Their crops were not so well off as ours this year and they will most likely need to trade for supplies such as wheat, flour, barley and other dry goods. They do have very skilled hunters in their village so I am sure they will bring dried meats for trade, which is good, we can always use extra rations for patrol parties. The village artists are also of the finest quality, they make beautiful pottery and other things of that nature. I agreed that whatever we did not need that they brought for trade, that they would be allowed to put up a stall for a few days in the market to try to sell their wares. I have already arranged an area for their use. Also, I had commissioned something from one of their artists and they were to bring it with them. I was to give them a manuscript that they wanted me to scribe into a leather bound book, as payment for the item and I will need you to make the trade for me and to put the item in my chambers.”
“Of course, Master Erestor, do not worry, I will make sure that it will be done and is safely stowed away in your rooms,” Melpomaen said just before Glorfindel appeared in the doorway.
Erestor nearly stood when he saw Glorfindel standing just inside the chamber. Staring at him for a few moments, he then noticed the large stack of papers that he had in his arms and got up and walked around to take some of them, “Here, let me help you,” he said as he took some and walked over to a table and placed them onto it.
Knowing that they probably wanted to be alone, Melpomaen stood and said, “Master Erestor, if there is nothing else you need right now, I shall go to the library and check on the scribes and ask if they need any help.”
“That will be fine, I will talk to you more before the feast and then go over the rest tomorrow,” Erestor said as Glorfindel came to deposit the rest of the paper onto the table.
Once Melpomaen was gone Glorfindel turned towards Erestor and watched as his meldir (m. friend) started to stack the papers he brought with him into a neat pile. He saw how pale and tired Erestor looked. “Mellon nín, how are you?” Glorfindel asked, a little worried that Erestor had yet to look at him or try to touch him now that Melpomaen had left.
Once the papers were all stacked up neatly, Erestor turned to walk over to his chair behind his desk, “I am fine, hannon le.” Erestor was anything but fine. His soul felt raw, bleeding, as if it were unraveling at the seams. The mere presence of Glorfindel helped some, eased the ache a bit, but not to the point that Erestor was comfortable. But Erestor was determined not to throw himself at Fin all of the time; it was not fair to his meldir. Sitting down at his desk, he pulled out a piece of parchment and started a list of things that they would need to take with them on their journey.
Glorfindel continued to watch Erestor for a minute more, noticing the lines on his brow, knowing them to be caused by pain. For some reason, Erestor was keeping himself away from him, and Glorfindel thought he might know the reason why. Without saying a word, he walked over to Erestor, took the quill out of his hand and set in on the desk. Moving Erestor’s chair, he looked down into his best friend’s haunted, pain filled eyes, and simply pulled him to his feet, moved them so he could take Erestor’s spot in the chair, and drew the Advisor down onto his lap.
Erestor sank into Glorfindel’s embrace, closing his eyes as he rested his head onto Fin’s shoulder, already feeling the pain diminishing throughout his body. Neither one of them spoke for a few minutes, until Erestor whispered, “Fin…”
Glorfindel tightened his hold on Erestor and shushed him by saying, “Mellon nín, I am a warrior, a protector. It is my nature to care for those who are in need or too weak to fend for themselves. I have always performed my duty with pride and it made me feel good to help others. But I want you to know that I do not just want to take care of you, to protect you, I need to. My soul cries out to yours, just like yours does mine. I want and need you to be happy and I will do anything in my power to make you so. You are not a burden to me; you are a gift, a prayer answered. I had longed to find a mate, to feel not alone, for that is what a leader is, yet I longed for someone to see me other than as the legendary hero, the warrior, the protector; I just want someone to see me as you do, just another ellon (m. elf).”
Erestor sat up and looked deeply into Glorfindel’s eyes. For the longest time, he just sat there searching the indigo depths, and finding many different emotions, but the one thing he did not find was pity, and that meant the world to him, for Erestor refused to be pitied. Gently, Erestor drew his fingers from Glorfindel’s cheek, down to his chin. Taking a deep breath, Erestor leaned forward and pressed his lips to Fin’s for a chaste kiss. Erestor pulled back and whispered, “But you are not just another ellon to me.”
Glorfindel smiled and drew Erestor’s head back down to rest on his shoulder, “This is where you belong, dúath nín (my shadow).”
TBC