Good Friend
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-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
2,261
Reviews:
4
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Currently Reading:
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I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Good Friend
Pairings: Erestor/Glorfindel (main), others in later chapters
Summary: Life and death, joy and sorrow, desire and denial, what must a life go through while the heart fights for what it rightly deserves.
Email: beinaranel@aol.com
Website: http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=bein_aranel
Disclaimer: I'm not making any money off of my writing nor do I own any of the charcters. I'm just playing and I promise I'll put them back when I'm done.
Author's note: Please feed the authors, good or bad, feedback is always welcome. :-D
Anything within these ' ' indicates thought.
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Prologue
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FA 505, Doriath
Screams from both ellith and ellon echoed behind him, the heat of the flames that were everywhere to be seen caressingly licked his skin as he tried in near vain to avoid them. All about him everyone he knew was wounded, dead, or dying. He himself was wounded but in his panic he ignored the blinding pain in his leg. As fate would have it, the cause for his panic came into clear view, a horror the likes of which he wished he would never have witnessed and knew he would never see again.
“Nay!” he tried to scream as loud as his singed throat and lungs would allow but only a hoarse whisper of his former voice made it through his ashen lips.
His nails cracked and split to the quick upon the wooden floor as he dragged himself as quickly as he could but he would never be fast enough to reach her in time. In front of his very eyes, through the cloud of smoke and searing heat, one whom he thought they all could trust, ran a blade through the body of the woman who meant more to him than life itself as he heard her refusing to inform him of the knowledge of which the Kinslayer sought out; Silmarils.
“Where are they?! You are the queen’s lady, she confides in you! You know where they are!” The Kinslayer shook his mother hard, so hard her head lolled on her shoulders in her confusion and need for fresh air.
“I do not know! Yet if I did, I would not betray my kin! Disgraceful creature you have become, Celegorm!” She boldly spoke of the betrayal this ellon had fallen under. Disgrace, betrayer, foolish, Kinslayer; all of these were what the vengeful Sons of Feanor had become when they had sworn the oath their father had made. Their fates were sealed, as was hers.
“Disgrace. Aye. Kinslayer,” his head hung as he spoke these words, “much to my regret, that as well. Dear lady, I fear we are all doomed.” He wept silently as he beheld her in all her fragile beauty.
Her eyes held defiance and pride the likes of which her son, whom she saw just at the range of her sight but did not indicate for fear the ellon holding her would see him as well as he pulled himself forward in obvious pain, had never seen before. “Aye, mellonamin, that we are.” The Kinslayer drew his sword back and thrust it in and out her body just as quickly as he dropped her dying body to the floor. There she lay as she watched her son’s eyes grow wide with fear and grief.
He reached her hand and she slowly curled her fingers around the cold hand grasped within her palm. ‘Ai, he looks so young, because he is. A youth I will never see blossom into the handsome ellon he will be. My precious love.’ Her eyes filled with tears as his face contorted in the pain that wrenched his heart.
“Nana,” was all he could manage, she touched her fingers to his wet face, followed the trail of a tear as it fell while he leaned into her soft palm. He could see the light fading from her eyes. “Nay, saes. Do not leave me, I need you!” He was frightened and he knew it. For her, for himself, for all their lives.
“Shh, Erestor, shh. All will be well, melamin, however I cannot linger. Saes, hin, do not allow your grief to conquer you. You are strong and much beloved by all whose lives you touch. You were our most precious gift, the light in our eyes, he would be proud of you, as am I. Your life will be one to behold, wondrous. Live, Erestor-nin, live for you.” For all of the things she would not witness in his life she grieved for in that moment and she allowed the tears to run freely down her fair face.
Erestor leaned down and kissed his mother’s lips gently and he felt the breath leave her body for the final time. Without looking upon her he gathered her to his chest and forced himself to his knees. The pain that radiated throughout his body magnified and he nearly fainted, but true to his mother’s words, he was strong. Slowly and determined he made it to his feet, the weight of his body as well as the weight held lovingly in his arms caused the wound in his leg, cut straight to the bone, to start its rush of blood from his body anew. He staggered, bit down upon his lip in an effort to fight the pain so hard he tasted the copper tang of blood. Quietly, so as not to alert the army that still ravaged his king’s home that there was yet another soul to be banished to Mandos’ Halls, he made his way through the lower galley and out through the tunnels the servants used to bring grain and produce into the kitchen cellars.
He did not know how far he walked only that it seemed like hours though it was probably closer to minutes as he could still smell the smoke coming from the citadel even when in the sunshine and fresh air. ‘Tis not fair that the skies should be so lively when no longer will life dwell within the halls of Dior,’ he thought with a fair amount of bitterness and sorrow. As if Nienna had heard his pain, darkened clouds slowly began to surface above the kingdom and its lands. The clouds opened and it was such that they were crying for the loss the Edhil felt that day.
Erestor looked behind him and felt his stomach turn in his belly, the smoke, the fire, the screams, like a nightmare but they were real. His head ached, far more than his leg did, which he saw had left a crimson trail in his wake. He heard his name somewhere in the distance through the rain but could not discern it as upon the air or in his mind. “Aye? I am here. I need help, my Naneth, she needs assistance, she is gravely wounded,” he glanced around him as darkness infringed his vision. “Saes, she needs help….” And with that he collapsed, his mother’s body fell upon him as if shielding him from the horror behind them.
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FA 507, Isle of Balar, Beleriand
“Naneth!” He screamed as he startled awake in his soft bed.
‘Naught but a nightmare, Erestor. Calm yourself,’ he sighed heavily and cradled his tear tracked face in both hands. ‘Ai, will it never cease?’
Erestor swung his long legs over the side of the bed and lowered his hot feet upon the cold floor which seemed pleasant to him at the moment. He walked into the bathroom and splashed water into his face from the basin and glanced at his reflection in the mirror, ghastly white, he looked frail and ill, then again, he felt it. One day the nightmares of his former life would cease, one day he would no longer hear his mother’s strangled and blood gurgled voice telling him to live, one day he would hold her in his arms and be held by his father once more. He would allow the memories of happiness come back to him, make room for new ones, allow new people into his heart and allow himself to love them back. One day.
Today was not that day.
Today had not even begun.
He walked back into his bedchamber and stood at the glass doors that led to the small balcony. He watched the golden orange of the dawn encroaching upon night’s dark cloak and the stars retreating from the light. Opening the doors he stood on the terrace, taking a deep breath he allowed the scent of the sea to fill his lungs, it soothed his wounded heart. The softest of breezes caressed his skin and silken dark strands that were his hair floated around his comely face. His rooms faced West, on the clearest of days he would convince himself that he could see the White Shores of Aman. ‘Peace, a world of peace.’
He stood upon terrace until Anor broke the darkness of the firmament and made itself known to the land that was Middle-Earth. Just as Anor and Ithil rose and fell in the cycle of the world, so he would as well. Every day began anew and with that, life held new promises.
~~~~~
Elvish translations:
ellith = female elves
ellon = male elves
edhil = elves
nana = mama
naneth = mother
mellonamin = my friend
melamin = my love
hin = child
Erestor-nin = my Erestor
Anor = sun
Ithil = moon
Summary: Life and death, joy and sorrow, desire and denial, what must a life go through while the heart fights for what it rightly deserves.
Email: beinaranel@aol.com
Website: http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=bein_aranel
Disclaimer: I'm not making any money off of my writing nor do I own any of the charcters. I'm just playing and I promise I'll put them back when I'm done.
Author's note: Please feed the authors, good or bad, feedback is always welcome. :-D
Anything within these ' ' indicates thought.
__________
Prologue
~~~~~
FA 505, Doriath
Screams from both ellith and ellon echoed behind him, the heat of the flames that were everywhere to be seen caressingly licked his skin as he tried in near vain to avoid them. All about him everyone he knew was wounded, dead, or dying. He himself was wounded but in his panic he ignored the blinding pain in his leg. As fate would have it, the cause for his panic came into clear view, a horror the likes of which he wished he would never have witnessed and knew he would never see again.
“Nay!” he tried to scream as loud as his singed throat and lungs would allow but only a hoarse whisper of his former voice made it through his ashen lips.
His nails cracked and split to the quick upon the wooden floor as he dragged himself as quickly as he could but he would never be fast enough to reach her in time. In front of his very eyes, through the cloud of smoke and searing heat, one whom he thought they all could trust, ran a blade through the body of the woman who meant more to him than life itself as he heard her refusing to inform him of the knowledge of which the Kinslayer sought out; Silmarils.
“Where are they?! You are the queen’s lady, she confides in you! You know where they are!” The Kinslayer shook his mother hard, so hard her head lolled on her shoulders in her confusion and need for fresh air.
“I do not know! Yet if I did, I would not betray my kin! Disgraceful creature you have become, Celegorm!” She boldly spoke of the betrayal this ellon had fallen under. Disgrace, betrayer, foolish, Kinslayer; all of these were what the vengeful Sons of Feanor had become when they had sworn the oath their father had made. Their fates were sealed, as was hers.
“Disgrace. Aye. Kinslayer,” his head hung as he spoke these words, “much to my regret, that as well. Dear lady, I fear we are all doomed.” He wept silently as he beheld her in all her fragile beauty.
Her eyes held defiance and pride the likes of which her son, whom she saw just at the range of her sight but did not indicate for fear the ellon holding her would see him as well as he pulled himself forward in obvious pain, had never seen before. “Aye, mellonamin, that we are.” The Kinslayer drew his sword back and thrust it in and out her body just as quickly as he dropped her dying body to the floor. There she lay as she watched her son’s eyes grow wide with fear and grief.
He reached her hand and she slowly curled her fingers around the cold hand grasped within her palm. ‘Ai, he looks so young, because he is. A youth I will never see blossom into the handsome ellon he will be. My precious love.’ Her eyes filled with tears as his face contorted in the pain that wrenched his heart.
“Nana,” was all he could manage, she touched her fingers to his wet face, followed the trail of a tear as it fell while he leaned into her soft palm. He could see the light fading from her eyes. “Nay, saes. Do not leave me, I need you!” He was frightened and he knew it. For her, for himself, for all their lives.
“Shh, Erestor, shh. All will be well, melamin, however I cannot linger. Saes, hin, do not allow your grief to conquer you. You are strong and much beloved by all whose lives you touch. You were our most precious gift, the light in our eyes, he would be proud of you, as am I. Your life will be one to behold, wondrous. Live, Erestor-nin, live for you.” For all of the things she would not witness in his life she grieved for in that moment and she allowed the tears to run freely down her fair face.
Erestor leaned down and kissed his mother’s lips gently and he felt the breath leave her body for the final time. Without looking upon her he gathered her to his chest and forced himself to his knees. The pain that radiated throughout his body magnified and he nearly fainted, but true to his mother’s words, he was strong. Slowly and determined he made it to his feet, the weight of his body as well as the weight held lovingly in his arms caused the wound in his leg, cut straight to the bone, to start its rush of blood from his body anew. He staggered, bit down upon his lip in an effort to fight the pain so hard he tasted the copper tang of blood. Quietly, so as not to alert the army that still ravaged his king’s home that there was yet another soul to be banished to Mandos’ Halls, he made his way through the lower galley and out through the tunnels the servants used to bring grain and produce into the kitchen cellars.
He did not know how far he walked only that it seemed like hours though it was probably closer to minutes as he could still smell the smoke coming from the citadel even when in the sunshine and fresh air. ‘Tis not fair that the skies should be so lively when no longer will life dwell within the halls of Dior,’ he thought with a fair amount of bitterness and sorrow. As if Nienna had heard his pain, darkened clouds slowly began to surface above the kingdom and its lands. The clouds opened and it was such that they were crying for the loss the Edhil felt that day.
Erestor looked behind him and felt his stomach turn in his belly, the smoke, the fire, the screams, like a nightmare but they were real. His head ached, far more than his leg did, which he saw had left a crimson trail in his wake. He heard his name somewhere in the distance through the rain but could not discern it as upon the air or in his mind. “Aye? I am here. I need help, my Naneth, she needs assistance, she is gravely wounded,” he glanced around him as darkness infringed his vision. “Saes, she needs help….” And with that he collapsed, his mother’s body fell upon him as if shielding him from the horror behind them.
~~~~~
FA 507, Isle of Balar, Beleriand
“Naneth!” He screamed as he startled awake in his soft bed.
‘Naught but a nightmare, Erestor. Calm yourself,’ he sighed heavily and cradled his tear tracked face in both hands. ‘Ai, will it never cease?’
Erestor swung his long legs over the side of the bed and lowered his hot feet upon the cold floor which seemed pleasant to him at the moment. He walked into the bathroom and splashed water into his face from the basin and glanced at his reflection in the mirror, ghastly white, he looked frail and ill, then again, he felt it. One day the nightmares of his former life would cease, one day he would no longer hear his mother’s strangled and blood gurgled voice telling him to live, one day he would hold her in his arms and be held by his father once more. He would allow the memories of happiness come back to him, make room for new ones, allow new people into his heart and allow himself to love them back. One day.
Today was not that day.
Today had not even begun.
He walked back into his bedchamber and stood at the glass doors that led to the small balcony. He watched the golden orange of the dawn encroaching upon night’s dark cloak and the stars retreating from the light. Opening the doors he stood on the terrace, taking a deep breath he allowed the scent of the sea to fill his lungs, it soothed his wounded heart. The softest of breezes caressed his skin and silken dark strands that were his hair floated around his comely face. His rooms faced West, on the clearest of days he would convince himself that he could see the White Shores of Aman. ‘Peace, a world of peace.’
He stood upon terrace until Anor broke the darkness of the firmament and made itself known to the land that was Middle-Earth. Just as Anor and Ithil rose and fell in the cycle of the world, so he would as well. Every day began anew and with that, life held new promises.
~~~~~
Elvish translations:
ellith = female elves
ellon = male elves
edhil = elves
nana = mama
naneth = mother
mellonamin = my friend
melamin = my love
hin = child
Erestor-nin = my Erestor
Anor = sun
Ithil = moon