Lord Erestor's Fishy

Title: Lord Erestor’s fishy
Author: Fishy (fishyz9@yahoo.com)
Rating: PG
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Notes: slash M/M AU Un-beta’d. The fact that the main character is a fish *laughs nervously* pure coincidence. Oh and the inspiration of this silliness goes to Sian, though she does not realise it. She recently made me an icon ‘lord Erestor’s fishy’ how could that not inspire me?
Disclaimer: I won nothing.
Summary: VERY silly. Utter and complete silliness. *Kind of* a rip off of a Disney character, *looks at Cinderella bound and gagged to a chair* Hush wench! And Glorfindel is returned, but not in his usual form.

Lord Erestor’s fishy.


That’s my owner Lord Erestor, chief councillor of Imladirs. The best owner a little fish like me could ever wish for. Dark, proud, beautiful, and generous with the lembas flavoured fishy flakes (my favourite). Not many know it, but my owner is what keeps Imladris from crumbling to the ground. Not that other elf that comes into my owners office and taps at my bowl, what’s his name? Elrond! That’s it, silly elf. No my owner is brilliant, cunning and loves me dearly. In truth I think I may have a ‘crush’ on my owner. At lunch time he will bring his chair and sit next to my bowl, him with his apple or pear, and me with my fishy flakes. And he will tell me of his day, how he is feeling, or just anything that crosses his mind. And I, as any good fishy would, listen intently while making moo moo eyes at my beloved owner.

“There is another gathering in the hall of fire tonight, nothing out of the ordinary. But I…I don’t think I will go. Elrond asked that I attend, I am not obligated to but he said that I should socialise some….”

That damn Elrond elf, thinking he can pressure my beloved owner, he doesn’t need anyone else! He has me!

“…But I know if I go, I will be standing all alone. And more importantly people will see me standing alone. I, I don’t think I will go. I have a new book I would like to start, and I think you are better company anyway.”

I most certainly am! I wish I could smile or talk to him, even blinking would be nice, of course I would need eyes lids for that. Though I am happy my owner thinks so highly of me, I can not help but feel a little sad that he sounds lonely. As much as I dislike other elves, I would like for my owner to have a friend other than I, his beloved fishy and that annoying elf Elrond that taps on my bowl. I *hate* that.

“Perhaps I will take you back to my rooms tonight and read a little of that book to you. I must admit fishy I…I am feeling, a little lonely of late.”

Oh no, oh no no no. He is crying, he does this sometimes. He’ll quickly wipe away at the corners of his eyes before smiling back at me. And it is at times like now that I wish that I was an elf just so that I could wrap my fins, wait, *arms* around him. As a poor substitute I blow him a very loving and heart felt bubble.

“Well Fishy, I must finish my work now. I will take you back to my rooms, and we can read my new book. It’s about Gondolin. Here, have a couple more flakes.”

Oh I love my owner, he is so sweet, and has so much love to give. I wish I could make him feel better, I would give anything to make him happy.

*Later that night*

“Well fishy, I have some more work to do but I think I’ll just do it in my rooms. Perhaps I’ll read to you another night. I think Elrond may be…well, not mad per say, but disappointed in me for not going tonight. He just doesn’t understand what it is to be alone. Good night my little fishy, I love you.”

It isn’t fare! I can not tell him the same, I can not hold him and comfort him. He deserves to be loved!

*A few hours later*

“Glorfindel, wake little one it is time to return you to the world.”

What? Is someone tapping on my bowl again? I was sleeping!

“Then I am sorry to wake but it is time for you to return to your true form for a small while.”

Who is there? And why are they calling me Glorfindel? Who is Glorfindel?

“You are, but it is time to shed those scales and join your kin again.”

Who is that? Why can’t I see you? Where are you? Are you hiding in my plastic castle? Because if you are I will not be pleased.

“Oh Glorfindel, you have lost none of your humour. I am Namo, we have met before. But under different and less strange circumstances.”

Well I do not recall you, and please reframe from taping my bowl. I *hate* it when people do that.

“Glorfindel you were sent back to Arda early, and as a fish for a reason. All which you will understand in time. But right now I believe Erestor is sitting in his quarters alone, and if I’m not mistaken, he is crying.”

My owner is crying? Oh my beloved owner, I would do anything to make him smile.

“What if I said that you could do that?”

I would say that you are one silly invisible mysterious voice.

“Glorfindel…”

My name is fishy thank you.

“Very well, fishy. Tonight you will returned to your natural and true form. You will become the elf you once was, you will retain only your memories that you have experienced as a fish. But come midnight, you will be faced with a choice. That choice I will not unveil to you now, for now you must seek out Erestor who will ultimately be the deciding point of your fate.”

Alright…Namo was it?

“Indeed.”

You are clearly a figment of my imagination, a result of some bad fishy flakes or midlife fishy crisis. I’m going to go back to sleep now, and when I wake you will be nothing more than an odd dream.

“Sleep well Glorfindel.”

*A small while later*

The first thing he noticed was that he was suffocating. He was out of his bowl! What was he doing out of his bowl?! Desperately he began to flop about, gasping for air. That was when he realised, he could breath. He was not in water yet he could breath, and everything was smaller. When he saw his hand he screamed aloud, the sound making him jump.

“What, what is this?!”

No answer came as he continued to touch and look at himself in disbelief. He had hands not fins! He had skin not scales! He had hair, eye lids, toes, knees, LEGS!

“What the hell is that?!” He cried out staring down at his groin. Oh this was confusing.

“Wait, that voice, he did this to me! I’m an elf!” A smile spread slowly across his face, something that was completely new to him. He was an elf now, just as he had wished last night. “Erestor! My owner! I’m coming Erestor!”

Without a second thought he stood to race to his owners rooms only to collapse onto the floor with a loud thud, a moment later.

“Ah walking, this might take a little practise.”

Steadily he dragged himself to his owners chair and hauled himself into a seated position.

“Sitting, half way there.”

Using the desk as leverage he managed to stand, leaning heavily on the large desk, his arms shaking as they supported them. That was when he spotted his bowl, smashed upon the floor. His plastic castle laying completely discarded and unattended to.

“My bowl! See this is what happens when you tap my bowl!”

Sighing he nervously let go of the desk and attempted to take his first few steps. He wobbled slightly but made it to the other side of the room without falling down once.

“This isn’t as hard as it looks, methinks I shall go see my owner now!”

And with that he wobbled down the luckily deserted corridors to where he knew his owner was. He kept one hand firmly on the wall for support as he walked, but stopped short when coming across a tall looking glass.

“I’m huge!” He took in the sight before him, he was indeed large, well larger than his owner anyway. His hair was not dark like his owners, it was quite the opposite, blond even. His arms bulged, curiously he flexed one in the mirror.

“Odd, I hope that is normal.”

Finally reaching the door he curled up his…fist and knocked on the door.

“Who is it?” Came a surprised voice.
“It’s me, fi…Glorfindel.” That was what the voice had called him was it not? Then realisation hit, his own…Erestor would not know who he was, nor did he have an excuse or reason for being where he was. He had ran out of time however when the door swung open.

Erestor’s eyes bulged at the site that stood in his doorway. Before him was an elf, large and muscular in stature and with long blond hair. Sky blue eyes and a dazzling smile. He could not help but gape, for the elf was completely naked.

“Hello.” The blond had said cheerfully.
“Hello, what, who are you?” Erestor asked with a most dumbfound look upon his face.

“I am Glorfindel.” He may as well use the name he was given, for he couldn’t think of a single elf that would be called fishy.

“Hello Glorfindel, what can I do for you, and why are you naked?” Erestor forced himself to keep eye contact and to not let his eyes drift lower.

“May I come in? It’s a little breezy out here.”

Erestor stepped aside, still wearing his dumbfound expression.
“Let me, let me get you something to cover yourself up with.” Erestor disappeared for a moment and came back with what appeared to be leggings and a shirt.

“Here, I’m afraid these will not fit you, you are much larger than I am but they will have to suffice. May I ask again why you are naked?”

“I ah…it’s a long story, not a particularly interesting one.”
“I…alright, here, get dressed.” Erestor handed over the clothing and turned as if he was fiddling or idly tidying something up whilst the other elf dressed.

“So, ah, I must admit you look familiar. I am guessing you are one of the guards? Your name sounds familiar to me.”

“Yes, why not.” Glorfindel replied absently whilst trying to work out how dress himself.

“So what has brought you to my door?” Erestor asked with a frown as Glorfindel moved to stand proudly in front of him, fully dressed. But with his shirt on backwards.

“Uh, well. I am new here, and…and Elrond told me that I should come to you!” He declared, proud that he had come up with that by himself.

“Ah, I see you are seeking accommodation.”
“Yes accommodation.” He repeated, having no idea what it was he was saying.

“Ah, you…you have your shirt on backwards.” Erestor said with an amused smile.

“I have? Oh, could you help me?”
“Alright…” Erestor started uncertainly, “…you really are not from around here are you?”
“Closer than you think actually.”

Erestor did not probe further but smiled awkwardly at the odd stranger as he helped right the clothing.

“There, much better.”

Glorfindel smiled as his head popped through the neck hole. The shirt the correct way round. “How do I look?”

Erestor cleared his throat and bit back a smile as he looked upon the elf before him. The leggings came midway down his calf’s and the shirt stretched tightly across his chest, the sleeves far to short.

“Marvellous.” Erestor could not help but chuckle when Glorfindel beamed back at him.

“Hmm, so accommodation then? Was you looking for something within the valley or..”
“Close to you.”
“Me?”
“Yes.”
“May I ask why?”
“Uh, well…you practically run Imladris, or so I have heard. I was told if ever I was to need anything you would be the elf to see. I was told you were most kind also.”
“You were?” Erestor asked quietly, a small smile playing upon his lips. “By who?”
“Oh um, it was just the ah, general consensus really.” He said with a shrug, smiling at the blush on his owners cheeks.

“Well, I will see to it that you have a guest room prepared for you. There is an ongoing gathering in the hall of fire this eve, why don’t you join them. When you tire come back to my rooms and I will take you to yours.”
“Wont you come with me?”
“I’m sorry?”
“To this hall, I don’t know anyone other than you. Wont you come with me?”
“Well I, I do not really care for gatherings myself.”
“How odd, neither do I.”

There was a strange pause between them, Glorfindel simply stared at Erestor with a smile upon his lips. Erestor coughed nervously, there was something familiar about this elf.

“Well I will show you to your guest room then.” When Erestor closed the door behind them a gust of wind seemingly blew through what was thought a closed window. A book lay open on a desk, the wind blew by the book turning the pages until they settled again. A picture of a mighty warrior in shining armour and with long blond hair and with sword in hand stood prominently illustrated upon the page.

They walked down the corridors towards the wing that held the guest chambers in silence. Erestor watched perplexed as Glorfindel seemed to occasionally wobble upon his feet. There was something that was not quite right about this elf. But what disturbed him the most was the familiarity about him.

“Well, this will be your room. Everything seems in order, but if there is something else you need do not hesitate to ask. Warriors often use these rooms, you should be able to find some clothes that may fit you.”
“Well actually…” The blond began as Erestor had turned to leave, “I was wondering, I would love to see Imladris. I mean I would love for you to be my guide, if you are not to busy.”

Erestor thought for a moment before nodding. “Very well, although it is late. Imladris is much more beautiful in the light of day, or so I think.”

“Oh I would love to go outside!”
Erestor looked at the elf oddly, Glorfindel made it sound as if he had never even been outside before. Which was of course preposterous.

“I mean, I would love to see the gardens at night. It is a beautiful night.”
“Very well.” Erestor replied reluctantly.

They had been walking through the gardens for some time. Erestor smiled at his companion, Glorfindel was delightful company. The blond looked at everything excitedly, as if he were looking at it for the first time. Much to Erestor’s surprise and delight they had been making comfortable conversation. Actually enjoying each others company when Glorfindel snapped his head to one side when hearing something.

“Music!” He declared.
“Aye, as I mentioned they are making merry in the hall of fire tonight. If, if you would prefer you can join them.” Erestor had said a little disappointedly, he had been enjoying the warriors company. He had enjoyed talking to someone other than his fish for once. A smile spread across his face when the blond cheerily declined.

“Nay I would rather stay with you.” The blond had said unashamedly as he took hold of Erestor’s hand with his own. “Oh can we dance? I’ve always wanted to dance!” Noting the sceptical expression on Erestor’s face he continued. “That is I’ve always wanted to dance under the stars…in Imladris.”

“Oh, well I’m not much of a dancer.”
“Well I have little experience myself, come.” Not giving Erestor a chance to decline Glorfindel placed his hands upon the advisors waist and began to dance as any amateur would, with little skill.

Erestor politely went along with the dance. Blushing crimson at being held so close. His shyness soon gave way to chuckles as Glorfindel continuously stepped on his feet before apologising profusely. Eventually both were laughing loudly at the warriors terrible dancing skills, Erestor could not remember the last time he had felt so light hearted or had laughed so much.

“Oh I give up! Come here!” Glorfindel laughingly tightened his grip around the slender waist and picked Erestor clear up off of the floor until they were nose to nose. “That’s better, now I will not step on your toes.”

Erestor smiled nervously, resting his hands ont the broad shoulders. “I have…never really met anyone like you before.”

“Is that a good thing?”
“Aye, a good thing. Am I not a little heavy?”
“You barely weigh a thing.” As if to prove his point the lifted Erestor up higher by the waist before setting the councillor back to his eye level. “See, you are light.”
“You know you act as if you are experiencing everything for the first time. I know that must sound silly.”
“No not at all, there are plenty of things I have yet to experience.”
“Such as?”

Glorfindel thought it over for a moment and felt an odd urge within him. He had always admired and loved his owner. But now that he was also an elf, he felt more than admiration. Could this be attraction? No it was more than that.

“I have never been kissed before, would you kiss me Erestor?”
“I-we have only known each other for a few hours Glorfindel, is this not a little..”
“Please? I feel as though I have known you for so much longer. Don’t you feel it to?”
“I admit I..”
“Then kiss me, just one innocent kiss.”

Glorfindel smiled in triumph as Erestor hesitantly closed his eyes and leaned forward. The blond once fish now warrior closed his eyes and waited to experience his first kiss, but when nothing happened he opened his eyes and gasped in surprise at was before him. Erestor was gone, the gardens were gone. He seemed to be standing in a vast fog and could make out nothing other than another figure coming towards him.

“Erestor?”
“Nay.”
“You!” Glorfindel cried in anger, recognising the deep voice. “You are the voice that came to me before! Namo, you did this to me! Damn your ill timing!”
“It is midnight fishy.”
“My name is Glorfindel!”

Namo seemed to smile smugly at the indignant reprimand. Why, the blond did not know.

“Very well then, Glorfindel. It is midnight, and as I said before a choice now lays ahead of you.”
“And what would that be? And where is Erestor?” The elf replied impatiently.
“Erestor is fine, or will be depending on your choice.”
“I do not care for riddles.” He warned dangerously, making the being before him laugh heartily.

“Your life in a bowl has made you bold Glorfindel! Even bolder than before you left my halls.”
“Will you speak clearly! What halls?”
“You are, and have always been an elf Glorfindel, in spirit at least. You died, many years ago. But fate had more in store for you, you were to be reborn and continue to protect the family line you gave your life to spare before. And for this you would be rewarded. But when first we told you of this, you refused, you said that there was nothing that could make you return. As I told you before, you are bold.” Namo finished with something that resembled a fond smile.

Glorfindel had grown quiet, just a few hours ago he was but a simple fish. Happy to swim in circles in his bowl, as long as no one tapped his bowl that was, he *hated* that. And now he stood, *stood* before what he knew was some mighty being or spirit. He would of called this creature foolish and turned away had not his words sounded so familiar, images and glimpses of his memory returning to him. Unsure and more than a little perplexed Glorfindel probed further. “Why? Why did I refuse?” He asked in a quiet now humble tone, his boldness gone in the quest for answers.

Again Namo smiled, almost compassionately before replying. “Your death was not an easy one Glorfindel. It took millennia for you to heal from the trauma. In truth we had half expected your refusal to return, and so it was that you came to be in that bowl for the past few years.”

“I still do not understand, why I was brought back with my memory taken from me?”

“You was brought back without memory so that you would actually see the reward you would be turning down.”
“Reward?”
“Love of course.”
“Erestor?” The blond asked hopefully.
“Yes Erestor. You know he is not happy Glorfindel, he needs you. And you know you want him.”
“Aye I do!”
“Then this decision will come easily to you.”
“Decision?”
“You can return to the halls with me, your full memory returned to you, for we will not force this upon you.”
“Or?”
“Or, you may remain, as an elf. But, you will have no previous memory of meeting Erestor or him you. And your time as a fish will also be long forgotten. You will also not remember your reason for agreeing to return.”
“But how will I find him again?!”
“You will be coming back to protect the descendant of the one you died protecting remember.”

Glorfindel thought for a moment before smiling brilliantly in realisation. “Elrond!”
“Yes, the silly elf who taps your bowl if I’m correct.” Namo replied with an amused expression.
“I *hated* it when he did that.”
“Yes well that silly elf will be the reason for your meeting Erestor. Though remember, you will not recall him in the least.”
“That matters not, I will know my love when I see him.”
“So your choice is made, you will return?”
“Indefinitely.”
“I am glad of it…”
“But first…” the warrior interrupted before he knew his memory would be taken from him, “may I have that kiss? Just one kiss from him before I forget.”

Namo looked upon the fallen warrior, Glorfindel had served faithfully in the past and was still destined for great things. He could not find it within him to refuse this one request.
“Make it quick Glorfindel.”
The mist began to clear, and Glorfindel could see Erestor stood still in the gardens. Nothing moved, not Erestor the leaves on the trees, nothing. They seemed frozen. He turned back to Namo who was disappearing with the mist and called before the mighty spirit vanished.

“My lord?”
Namo turned back to face the warrior. “Yes Glorfindel?”
“A fish?”
“Call it retribution for being a perpetual pain in my side for all the years you graced my halls Lord Glorfindel.”

Glorfindel grinned and watched as all mist and Namo himself disappeared, until it was only himself and Erestor standing in the gardens. All remained silent and still, Erestor now stood on the grass where he had been holding him. His eyes closed and leaning forward slightly as if awaiting for a kiss from his sweetheart. Glorfindel stood before Erestor and gently caressed a smooth cheek.

“I’ll find you.” He whispered before slowly dipping his head to touch his lips to Erestor’s. Their surroundings again came to life, the breeze blew through the trees, and music could be heard distantly from the halls. But Glorfindel was oblivious to all as soft lips shyly moved against his own as he cupped the dainty chin. Regretfully he pulled away, whispering against the lips again his pledge before his memory would fail him.

“I’ll find you.”

The moment their lips parted Glorfindel’s surroundings vanished, when he opened his eyes he was in some sort of glade. Puzzled, he looked down at himself and noted that he wore the armour he wore in Gondolin, bright and shining. With his brow furrowed he touched his armour, they had returned him! After he had even refused! Swallowing his anger he remembered what his supposed mission was to be. Feeling a heavy weight settle upon his shoulders he began to walk in the direction in which he faced, and what he assumed to be the direction to Imladris. He remembered the last words from the Valar themselves. He was to serve and protect the descendants of those he died for. Begrudgingly he began his trek.

~~~~~

Erestor opened his eyes slowly to only realise that he stood alone in the gardens of Imladris, with no idea of how he came to be there. He had but a moment ago been reading in his rooms. He turned his head sharply when the breeze blew his hair about his shoulders, straining his ears, positive that he had heard someone speaking. Someone whispering.

‘I’ll find you.’

Usually hearing or feeling such a thing would unnerve or even scare him. But he smiled faintly and brought the tips of his fingers up to gently brush his lips. Someone would find him. Smiling he returned to his rooms, to continue with his book, a feeling of momentary content settling inside of him.

~~~~~

He stood now in front of Elrond, his wife and two sons along with many other elves he did not particularly feel compelled to acknowledge.

“Lord Glorfindel this is indeed a great honour, I welcome you to my home. As it is now also yours.”
“The honour is mine.” The returned warrior replied, his heart sinking in his chest at the half truth.

“My wife Celebrian.” Elrond motioned to his left and Glorfindel moved to stand in font of the lady, taking her hand in his own and bowing to kiss it.

“My lady.” He spoke in respect, as he kissed the hand he glanced along the line of small group of elves assembled to meet him. And his heart catapulted in his chest. There was a dark haired elf looking back at him in what appeared slight wonder and admiration. Not unlike every other elf standing before him, but this elf was different, this elf was important. His heart began to hammer as the dark eyes bore straight into him, and he knew that this elf was feeling the same thing. He just *knew*

He faintly heard Elrond introduce someone else to him and he moved along the line, never taking his eyes off of this other elf. Distractedly he took the hand in front of him and pressed his lips to it, all the while never taking his eyes off of the dark elf. His attention was brought back to the person he stood before however when the hand in he held was wrenched out of his grip. He looked up into the mortified face of one of Elrond’s sons.

“Must be a Gondolin greeting ‘Dan.” The identical image whispered not to quietly to his brother whilst giggling.

They were young, not yet having met their majority but no longer considered children. Glorfindel looked up to the young elf and felt his cheeks burn slightly as the young elf stared back at him. His small nose scrunched up in disdain as he held the abused hand away from the famed warrior. Glorfindel coughed nervously before musing the disgruntled young elf’s hair and mumbling his apologies.

Hastily he moved along the line to Elrohir next, who was still giggling at what had just happened to his brother. Again his eyes turned back to the mysterious elf and actually flushed at seeing the dark eyes filled with mirth. He bowed absently to Elrohir before finally coming to stand before the elf that had captured him with one look.

“And this is Erestor, he will make sure you get settled and will be the elf to turn to if you have any grievances or problems. He is my chief councillor.”

Glorfindel did not even look back at Elrond, his new lord. He could not tear his eyes away from the dark ones before him.

“Erestor.” He repeated almost dreamily.
“Welcome to Imladris Glorfindel.”

The voice was soft but sure, smooth and as music to his ears. The weight he had felt settle upon his shoulders when returned to Arda had vanished, in fact he had never felt so light before in his life. Without hesitation he took the advisors hand in both of his and held it to his lips to kiss lovingly. Never looking away from Erestor’s dark gaze.

“I found you.” He whispered, so that only Erestor had heard. He had not known where the words had come from, but it felt right, everything felt right. He smiled when Erestor had flushed at the innocent kiss, and felt relief flood him when Erestor gasped hearing his words. Erestor had known what it was he had meant, even if he himself had not. This was right, so right.

~~~~~

In no time at all they were lovers, to the shock of everyone. Glorfindel the famed warrior and slayer of demons, bound to their Erestor. To their quiet reclusive councillor Erestor. Glorfindel had flourished in Imladris, he tutored the twins in warfare and was a not only a member of the household but a member of the family. Erestor also seemed to of grown personally and bloomed also. He would attend gatherings on occasion, and was seldom seen without a smile upon his lips.

Erestor lay in Glorfindel’s arms now, in the middle of the day they had stole away to make love. They lay beneath soft silken sheets, holding each other close. Erestor smiled contently as he held onto the arms that tightened around his middle, even as soft lips kissed his shoulders, a soft summers breeze wafting the white curtains through their window. It was during these peaceful moments that Erestor thanked the Valar for sending him Glorfindel, and it was during those moments that he also mused upon his lovers odd quirks.

Such as earlier today, when he had been standing in the warriors office, and someone had tapped on the windowpane. Glorfindel had narrowed his eyes and flushed with anger, even though the warrior could not explain why it angered him so. And then there was the fact anytime fish was brought to him at any mealtime the blond would turn near green, and had even come close to passing out once. And he had never in his life seen a stronger swimmer than his love, Glorfindel was more swift and graceful in water than he was on land.

“What’s that?”
“Hmm?” Erestor looked over his shoulder to his lover, brushing his lips against the soft pink ones, to close and to tempting to ignore.
“That, over there.” Glorfindel nodded over to a dressing table where a small plastic castle stood after returning the kiss.

“Oh that..” Erestor began with a sad smile. “That belonged to my beloved fishy.”

Glorfindel grinned and held Erestor tighter. “You had a fishy?” He asked with a chuckle.

“Aye, I came back to my office one night and his bowl was broken upon the floor, I couldn’t find him anywhere. I think Elrond’s damn cat might of gotten in there somehow and eaten my poor fishy.”
“Damn cat.” Glorfindel said with a mock scowl, agreeing with his lover.
“Aye, I loved my fishy dearly. I even miss him.” Erestor shot his lover a pout he knew Glorfindel could not resist.
“Oh my love, let me kiss away your grief!”

The two taken elves engaged in a slow loving kiss, letting all unimportant memories fade. Little did they know that that ‘damn’ cat was a former high king.

The end.