Reconsidering...

Reconsidering...


Author: Githoniel
Beta: Morgana
Part: 1/1
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: G
Disclaimer: All elves belong to Mr. Tolkien!!!
Warning: AU, slash
Summary: Glorfindel gets a hint, that not everything in his relationship is at its best... Sequel to “The End?” and “Comfort and Betrayal” ... *COMPLETE*...
Authors Note: // = thoughts


Elrond handed his golden-haired captain a cup of mulled wine. For a few moments, both simply kept staring into the fire that crackled in the hall and filled the air with warmth and the smell of cedar wood. They enjoyed the moment of peace and quiet and let their minds wander until Elrond first broke the silence.

“Where’s Erestor tonight, Fin?”

Glorfindel looked up. “Working in the library I guess. Why?”

“Nothing. I just wondered... Maybe he would like to join us. Why don’t you go and ask him to?”

“You know what he’s like...” Glorfindel took another sip of his wine. “You had better not disturb him while his precious books surround him.”

“Maybe he feels lonely and would like your company?”

“Lindir is most likely with him. That young lad is almost as much a bookworm as Erestor himself. No, I would only disturb them.”

“Ah…” Elrond blew the onto the surface of his cup. His forehead showed signs of deep thinking and Glorfindel knew that the matter wasn’t closed yet.

“Why are you suddenly that interested in talking about Res?”

Elrond sighed... “I don’t know... Maybe I’ve been imagining things, but... my chief advisor doesn’t strike me as being very happy these days. Is everything alright with you two?”

“Yes. Sure, it is,” Glorfindel replied immediatly. “I didn’t notice him being sad... He’s just... well, you know what he’s like. When did he ever show his happiness openly?”

“He used to smile when nobody but myself, you, or his friends were around... He seldom does so now. Actually, I can’t remember when I last saw him smile – can you?”

Glorfindel couldn’t. The captain shifted on his seat a bit, as he suddenly didn’t feel that comfortable anymore.

“There’s one thing that I always wanted to ask you,” Elrond started again. Glorfindel looked up. “Why did the two of you never bind? I mean, you have been together for what – half a millennium, I would guess?”

Glorfindel nodded at that. “We just never talked about it Elrond... and... it wouldn’t change anything. Erestor knows that I love him and he loves me... We are already blessed. What could the blessing of the Valar change for us? Yes, I could call him mine by law...but I don’t need that. I know he’s mine already, even without a golden ring on his hand.”

Elrond stood and put his cup on the table. He walked over to the fireplace and put his hand against the wall above it. “You have no idea...” he mumbled.

“No idea of what?” Glorfindel asked.

Just then, the mighty Elven lord turned around, his eyes blazing dangerously and his tone was sharp when he spoke, “You have no idea what it is to bind your soul to another’s. To feel the presence of your loved one with every breath, every heartbeat. To become one, truly one when you’re together. Knowing every secret, every unvoiced thought...and you know then, that you’ll be never complete when you’re not in her arms... and your heart wants to break, because she’s gone and you’ll tell yourself everyday to be strong, cause you have to play your role for the sake of Arda...and you curse all Arda because every waking or sleeping moment all you want is to sail to the shores where she waits... waits... Celebrian...” Elrond’s voice faltered and he turned his face away from his captain, not wanting Glorfindel to see the pain he was in.

But Glorfindel knew none the less. “I’m sorry Elrond,” he said and walked over to his Lord, touching his shoulder gently. “I know how much you miss her. The day will come when you will reunite again in love... But... Celebrian and you – that is a different story. She had to leave... but Erestor is still here with me. We belong together and we are together – and that’s that.”

Elrond whiped his eyes and composed himself again. Then he gathered his robes around him and turned to leave the hall. “Don’t be so sure of yourself, Glorfindel. Erestor may love you and you may be together – but still you can lose him. One does never know what fate has set aside for you.” After saying that, the Elven lord walked away.

Glorfindel stayed in the hall for another hour and then decided to head for his quarters. Most likely Erestor would be waiting for him by now as it was quite late. Erestor... Did he really neglect his beloved one? Did he risk losing the dark-haired advisor? It couldn’t be, could it? They had been together for so long now and they were fine... well, of course their daily routine sometimes forced them apart, Glorfindel had his duties, his soldiers, the weapon-training, the border patrols and of course his friends of old. Just like Erestor had his responsibilities, his books and his students. But not being joined at the hip, didn’t mean that they didn’t love each other dearly. Glorfindel was sure that there was nothing wrong in their relationship.


While thinking that, he entered their rooms, which they had shared for many years now.
“Res, I’m back. Sorry it became late again. Res?”

But Erestor wasn’t there, how odd. It seldom happened that the advisor went to bed later then he did and this was the second time this week. Just a few days ago, Erestor had spent almost the whole night working on a book with Lindir, or so Erestor had said.

A strange feeling crept up Glorfindel’s spine. Maybe there was a reason why Elrond had started this talk about him losing Erestor. Maybe the Elven lord knew something he didn’t.

Doubts and suspicions flooded his mind. He would check on this right now.

With determination, he walked trough the corridors and headed straight for the library of the Last Homily House. Whatever was going on, he would know about it soon. Fear clawed at his heart. He couldn’t lose Erestor. He just couldn’t. Silently he opened the wooden door that led to the advisor’s study.

Erestor sat on his desk. He had fallen asleep over an open book. The candles had already burned down and died: only the pale light of the moon illuminated the room and the features of the dark-haired advisor.

//He doesn’t look well,// Glorfindel thought and wondered, why he hadn’t noticed earlier. Gently, he touched Erestor’s arm, but the advisor mumbled something and didn’t wake. //He must be more exhausted than I thought. He doesn’t take care of himself.//

The golden-haired captain lifted his beloved into his arms and noticed how skinny the dark- haired Elf had become.

“Fin?” Erestor asked in his sleep.

“Shhh, meleth.. sleep. Everything is fine.” He carried the advisor back to his rooms and gently laid him on their bed.

Erestor whimpered when their contact broke and Glorfindel smiled. //He loves me. I should never have doubt that. We belong together, nothing can ever change that!//

Glorfindel crawled into their bed as well and Erestor immediately sought bodily contact. Glorfindel craddled the advisor in his arms.

“I’m sorry that I have neglected you. I’ll try to spend more time with you meleth,” he whispered… and maybe… yes maybe, it was time to take the next step and to talk about Erestor about binding their souls together for all eternity. Tomorrow he would think about that. Tomorrow.

The end.