Shadows Of The Past
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Shadows Of The Past
Title: Shadows of The Past (1/?)
Author: Janalynn27
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Slash, Angst, 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 1
It was morning in Imladris. Elves were slowly making their way into the feasting hall intent on breaking their morning fast. Glorfindel smiled as he watched Elladan and Elrohir chase Lindir around the room in a game of tag. He chuckled as Elladan scrambled over a table, effectively cornering Lindir with Elrohir on the other side of him. Elrond would be entering the hall at any time, which would bring a halt to their game. As Lindir squeaked as hands grasped at his robes, he made a dash towards the door to the hall when he suddenly crashed into the unfortunate elf that had just entered the chamber.
Lindir grabbed the arms of the elf he had run into in hopes to stay his fall. Looking up to apologize, Lindir immediately released the grasp he had on him and stumbled back. “Lord Erestor, I…I am truly sorry, I did not know it was you,” he stammered, pleading for forgiveness.
Erestor was frozen with terror. His body was cold. He felt light headed and his eyes glazed over as he fought to stay conscious. Shadows of memories threatened to break free from the high walls he had erected around them. Finally finding the will to take a deep breath, he looked around the hall and saw that many were trying hard to not look his way. Erestor, now that he had lost his appetite, spun around and quickly made his way to his office.
Glorfindel sighed as he watched Erestor turn and leave and then looked as Elladan and Elrohir surrounded Lindir, who had started to sob at the departure of the dark-haired Advisor. As he made his way to them, he heard Lindir crying that he was sorry and he had not meant to touch him. Putting a finger under the young minstrel’s chin, he lifted his face so he could wipe a tear from his cheek and said, “Worry not penneth (young one), everything will be well. I am sure Erestor knows that you did not do it on purpose. Now go, you three, and sit down before Lord Elrond comes in and demands an explanation. I will seek out Lord Erestor and make sure all is well with him.”
Lindir sniffled, “Hannon le (Thank you), My Lord,” then was led to the head table to sit and await Elrond and breakfast.
When Glorfindel arrived at Erestor’s office, he found the chief advisor sitting behind his desk with such a forlorn expression that it tore at his heart. Glorfindel slowly came to a stop in front of the desk so as not to startle Erestor. Glorfindel searched Erestor’s face before he quietly asked, “Mellon nín (My friend), are you well?”
Erestor jerked his head to look at Glorfindel as if coming out of a trance. Taking a deep breath, he managed to find his voice and said, “Yes. Is Lindir well?”
Glorfindel smiled as he sat down and said, “He is a little shook up. He is sorry that he ran into you and feels badly about grabbing hold of you.”
“I know he did not do it on purpose. I will seek him out later and tell him that I do not hold any rancor towards him,” Erestor said as he started to sift through the pile of papers before him.
Glorfindel watched him and not for the first time did he wonder what caused Erestor to shy away from bodily contact. Whenever Erestor was touched, either on purpose or by accident, he froze and became pale, as if he were in the grips of some terror. He had asked Elrond once why Erestor could not stand the touch of another. It was shortly after his arrival in Imladris when someone that was visiting from another realm had grabbed Erestor’s arm to pull him out to dance in the Hall of Fire, causing the Advisor to scream loudly and crumble to the floor after losing consciousness. After Glorfindel had carried Erestor to his chambers, he asked Elrond what was wrong with him and he had told him that it was not his place to tell of Erestor’s past and the why of his fear. Glorfindel had watched over the dark-haired elf that night and had made an oath to himself that he would befriend him so he would trust him enough to share his pain, for Erestor’s fear and terror distressed Glorfindel greatly. Even though they had become close friends, Erestor had yet to confide in him and Glorfindel could not find the courage to ask him what bothered him so, in fear of losing his friendship.
Erestor sighed as he felt Glorfindel’s gaze upon him. Looking up, he said assuredly, “Really Fin, I am well.”
“Erestor, you have not eaten yet this morn. Will you not come back to the hall and break your fast with me?” Glorfindel asked but already knew his answer.
“I am not hungry just yet. I have a lot of work to do, for you and I have a meeting with Elrond in an hour, to go over the treaty you will be taking to Mirkwood. I will eat when the meeting is over,” Erestor said, as he dipped his quill into the bottle of ink on his desk and started to sign the documents that needed his signature.
Standing up, Glorfindel said, “We will be in that meeting all day, Erestor, and you know that. I will go and retrieve us both something to eat and bring it back here so we can dine together and be ready when Elrond finishes him meal,“ and with that Glorfindel quitted the chamber, not giving Erestor any time to argue.
Glorfindel walked into the feasting hall to find Lindir sitting in between Elladan and Elrohir with a bowed head while they tried to coax him to eat. Elrond sat with a worried frown as he watched them. Stopping to crouch before Lindir, Glorfindel said, “Penneth, Erestor says he is fine. He will see you later today so you know that he is well. Now you must eat because you need your strength so you can play for Erestor this evening in The Hall of Fire.”
Lindir thought for a moment on what Glorfindel said then started to eat with relish, thinking that he had better be at his finest tonight.
Glorfindel watched him with a smile and remembered when Lindir had come to live here in Imladris with them. Lindir had been traveling with his family when they were attacked by orcs. Lindir had to watch as his Naneth (Mother) was killed before him. His Adar (Father) had only enough time to throw Lindir up onto his horse and told him to hold on and ride hard, to never look back. He had been so young when this tragedy happened. Lindir had held onto the horse’s mane and blinded by his tears, went wherever the horse led him. At feeling the danger for his charge, the horse had sped away with all the strength it had and raced through the woods, careful to not drop his little package upon his back. For two days the horse kept moving and the little Elfling held on, never loosening his grip upon its mane, even in sleep. Finally he was found by some of Imladris’ border patrols. A guard was sent ahead to warn Elrond on their imminent arrival and he and Erestor awaited in the courtyard for him.
When Erestor had looked into the eyes of the terror stricken Elfling, he had felt a kinship with him and so had Lindir, for his eyes had continually watched the dark advisor to make sure that he did not leave him. Since then, they seemed like kindred spirits, the moon walking behind the shadow, for one was light as ithildin (a silver colored substance, which mirrors only starlight and moonlight) and the other dark as fuin (night). When Lindir would play his harp, he seemed to play with his soul, reaching out to that shadow, hoping to shed some light upon the shadow’s soul. It seemed, at times, that when Erestor listened to the young minstrel’s songs, his pain would grow to a whisper, being drowned out, at least temporarily, by the melody being woven around him.
Glorfindel grabbed a tray from a passing servant. Gathering a few muffins and some fruit, he then filled two cups with juice and placed all onto the tray.
“Glorfindel, is Erestor going to be ready for our meeting this morning?” Elrond asked as he filled his plate with eggs and pancakes.
“Yes. He and I are going to dine in his office and we will meet you in the council chamber in an hour.”
Elrond nodded and Glorfindel left to return to Erestor’s office with their food.
TBC
Author: Janalynn27
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Slash, Angst, 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 1
It was morning in Imladris. Elves were slowly making their way into the feasting hall intent on breaking their morning fast. Glorfindel smiled as he watched Elladan and Elrohir chase Lindir around the room in a game of tag. He chuckled as Elladan scrambled over a table, effectively cornering Lindir with Elrohir on the other side of him. Elrond would be entering the hall at any time, which would bring a halt to their game. As Lindir squeaked as hands grasped at his robes, he made a dash towards the door to the hall when he suddenly crashed into the unfortunate elf that had just entered the chamber.
Lindir grabbed the arms of the elf he had run into in hopes to stay his fall. Looking up to apologize, Lindir immediately released the grasp he had on him and stumbled back. “Lord Erestor, I…I am truly sorry, I did not know it was you,” he stammered, pleading for forgiveness.
Erestor was frozen with terror. His body was cold. He felt light headed and his eyes glazed over as he fought to stay conscious. Shadows of memories threatened to break free from the high walls he had erected around them. Finally finding the will to take a deep breath, he looked around the hall and saw that many were trying hard to not look his way. Erestor, now that he had lost his appetite, spun around and quickly made his way to his office.
Glorfindel sighed as he watched Erestor turn and leave and then looked as Elladan and Elrohir surrounded Lindir, who had started to sob at the departure of the dark-haired Advisor. As he made his way to them, he heard Lindir crying that he was sorry and he had not meant to touch him. Putting a finger under the young minstrel’s chin, he lifted his face so he could wipe a tear from his cheek and said, “Worry not penneth (young one), everything will be well. I am sure Erestor knows that you did not do it on purpose. Now go, you three, and sit down before Lord Elrond comes in and demands an explanation. I will seek out Lord Erestor and make sure all is well with him.”
Lindir sniffled, “Hannon le (Thank you), My Lord,” then was led to the head table to sit and await Elrond and breakfast.
When Glorfindel arrived at Erestor’s office, he found the chief advisor sitting behind his desk with such a forlorn expression that it tore at his heart. Glorfindel slowly came to a stop in front of the desk so as not to startle Erestor. Glorfindel searched Erestor’s face before he quietly asked, “Mellon nín (My friend), are you well?”
Erestor jerked his head to look at Glorfindel as if coming out of a trance. Taking a deep breath, he managed to find his voice and said, “Yes. Is Lindir well?”
Glorfindel smiled as he sat down and said, “He is a little shook up. He is sorry that he ran into you and feels badly about grabbing hold of you.”
“I know he did not do it on purpose. I will seek him out later and tell him that I do not hold any rancor towards him,” Erestor said as he started to sift through the pile of papers before him.
Glorfindel watched him and not for the first time did he wonder what caused Erestor to shy away from bodily contact. Whenever Erestor was touched, either on purpose or by accident, he froze and became pale, as if he were in the grips of some terror. He had asked Elrond once why Erestor could not stand the touch of another. It was shortly after his arrival in Imladris when someone that was visiting from another realm had grabbed Erestor’s arm to pull him out to dance in the Hall of Fire, causing the Advisor to scream loudly and crumble to the floor after losing consciousness. After Glorfindel had carried Erestor to his chambers, he asked Elrond what was wrong with him and he had told him that it was not his place to tell of Erestor’s past and the why of his fear. Glorfindel had watched over the dark-haired elf that night and had made an oath to himself that he would befriend him so he would trust him enough to share his pain, for Erestor’s fear and terror distressed Glorfindel greatly. Even though they had become close friends, Erestor had yet to confide in him and Glorfindel could not find the courage to ask him what bothered him so, in fear of losing his friendship.
Erestor sighed as he felt Glorfindel’s gaze upon him. Looking up, he said assuredly, “Really Fin, I am well.”
“Erestor, you have not eaten yet this morn. Will you not come back to the hall and break your fast with me?” Glorfindel asked but already knew his answer.
“I am not hungry just yet. I have a lot of work to do, for you and I have a meeting with Elrond in an hour, to go over the treaty you will be taking to Mirkwood. I will eat when the meeting is over,” Erestor said, as he dipped his quill into the bottle of ink on his desk and started to sign the documents that needed his signature.
Standing up, Glorfindel said, “We will be in that meeting all day, Erestor, and you know that. I will go and retrieve us both something to eat and bring it back here so we can dine together and be ready when Elrond finishes him meal,“ and with that Glorfindel quitted the chamber, not giving Erestor any time to argue.
Glorfindel walked into the feasting hall to find Lindir sitting in between Elladan and Elrohir with a bowed head while they tried to coax him to eat. Elrond sat with a worried frown as he watched them. Stopping to crouch before Lindir, Glorfindel said, “Penneth, Erestor says he is fine. He will see you later today so you know that he is well. Now you must eat because you need your strength so you can play for Erestor this evening in The Hall of Fire.”
Lindir thought for a moment on what Glorfindel said then started to eat with relish, thinking that he had better be at his finest tonight.
Glorfindel watched him with a smile and remembered when Lindir had come to live here in Imladris with them. Lindir had been traveling with his family when they were attacked by orcs. Lindir had to watch as his Naneth (Mother) was killed before him. His Adar (Father) had only enough time to throw Lindir up onto his horse and told him to hold on and ride hard, to never look back. He had been so young when this tragedy happened. Lindir had held onto the horse’s mane and blinded by his tears, went wherever the horse led him. At feeling the danger for his charge, the horse had sped away with all the strength it had and raced through the woods, careful to not drop his little package upon his back. For two days the horse kept moving and the little Elfling held on, never loosening his grip upon its mane, even in sleep. Finally he was found by some of Imladris’ border patrols. A guard was sent ahead to warn Elrond on their imminent arrival and he and Erestor awaited in the courtyard for him.
When Erestor had looked into the eyes of the terror stricken Elfling, he had felt a kinship with him and so had Lindir, for his eyes had continually watched the dark advisor to make sure that he did not leave him. Since then, they seemed like kindred spirits, the moon walking behind the shadow, for one was light as ithildin (a silver colored substance, which mirrors only starlight and moonlight) and the other dark as fuin (night). When Lindir would play his harp, he seemed to play with his soul, reaching out to that shadow, hoping to shed some light upon the shadow’s soul. It seemed, at times, that when Erestor listened to the young minstrel’s songs, his pain would grow to a whisper, being drowned out, at least temporarily, by the melody being woven around him.
Glorfindel grabbed a tray from a passing servant. Gathering a few muffins and some fruit, he then filled two cups with juice and placed all onto the tray.
“Glorfindel, is Erestor going to be ready for our meeting this morning?” Elrond asked as he filled his plate with eggs and pancakes.
“Yes. He and I are going to dine in his office and we will meet you in the council chamber in an hour.”
Elrond nodded and Glorfindel left to return to Erestor’s office with their food.
TBC