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Title: By Sunlight and Moonlight
Author: Elvensong
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Summary: Glorfindel wishes to know more about the elusive advisor
to Elrond and in so doing gets caught up in his story and his curse.
A/N: This is my first story published here. I must not only
bow to Tolkien for the characters author Edward Khmara for some of the plot
ideas. Disclaimer: I make no money from this, I only hope for enjoyment for my readers and myself. I get unsure when I go into a completely new writing idea and would love
feedback, so please let me know what you think! Thank you!!
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Chapter One

I will tell you a story. A story of the old religion, one
where magic is as real to you as the clothes on your back. Perhaps you will not
believe me. For this is not magic as we know commonly in our world, but that of
a different source, a different power altogether. The only thing I can ask is
that you hear my tale and then make you own judgment, is what I speak real or is
it nothing but a dream?

It started after my fight with the Balrog, after my trip to
Mandos and my rebirth to beautiful Imladris. This is the time when Elrond and Celebr�an were the proud parents of two boys,
Elladan and Elrohir. They were yet young then and in lessons. It is
there in the exquisite realm of Elrond that I saw things even I, who had
visited the Valar themselves, would not believe to be real. Then again, not
many in this age practice those arts of long ago.

Now sit and listen to my words, and forgive me if everything
is not as it seems, for I am a warrior and not a storyteller. Things may get
going quick, for the buildup to me is a little boring, but I shall do my best
to give you the events as they occurred.

Now, let us begin.

Imladris in summer is truly a magnificent sight. The days
are lovely for relaxing and playing and the nights bring a cool that refreshes
you to the core. For two young elves, though, their summer would only be
complete if there were no lessons for them to take. Alas, that was not to be
for Elladan and Elrohir, in this warmth of the late afternoon sun they were on
the training fields with myself, Glorfindel, their tutor in all things
military.

�Come, young Lord, you must attack with more precision. Your
form needs to be clean and tight or an enemy will get through your defenses.� I
said, �Attack me again.�

From the grasses nearby, Elrohir cheered, �Come, brother,
show him what power is in our blood!�

Holding up his wooden staff, Elladan got into position for
assault and sprung into action with a noble attempt, and once more was face
down on the ground. �No fair!� he protested, �You are so much bigger than I
am!� At his young age, perhaps 12 in the years of humans, such outbursts are
still common, even in the sons of a powerful Lord.

�And was not the Balrog so much bigger than I was?� Came the
question.

�But you died to!�

Fair point.

�Now, now, my son, the sun is low, time to come in for
dinner and lessons with Erestor.� Elrond chided as he strolled towards us.

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Hearing the magic word: dinner, the twins gathered their
�weapons� and ran towards the house with all speed. I stayed behind to clear
the sparring ring for the next comers.

�How are they progressing?� Elrond asked me.

�Very well, actually, though Elladan more so than Elrohir. I
think maybe I finally have a way to tell them apart. Perhaps your younger is
meant for something other than fighting.�

�It is true,� Elrond agreed, �he does so much better at
lessons with Erestor. My youngest may be a scholar, which would suit me fine. I
could not bear to see them both fight in battles. One would make my heart
suffer, two would crush it.�

I nodded and could understand his point, though I had no
children of my own to compare that feeling to.

�If we want some dinner ourselves, we best hurry before
hungry and hungrier eat everything in the kitchens.� Elrond laughed at my joke
and together we returned.

I sat eating my own dinner as the sun finally bid farewell
to Imladris. When the dessert course came, to the screams of delight of the
twins, a shadowy figure appeared in the archway.

�Ah, Erestor!� Elrond called, �So good to see you. I trust
your day went well.�

�As good as can be expected.� Came the mumblings of the
reply. I smiled when he appeared. Try hard as I might, I could not resist the
beauty of the dark Erestor. Where I excelled in was keeping that little secret
from him. There was no way for me to read in his eyes whether he felt anything
for me at all besides the usual respect to another Elf. So I waited, and had
waited for a long time already for a show of interest.

When the twins� faces were covered with sweet cream from
their dessert Erestor knew it was time for them to have their lessons with him.
History, negotiations, languages, writing and arithmetic were but a short list
of the topics Erestor covered in the evenings. Hyper from the sweets, the black
robed Elf had his work cut out for him as the children bounded off towards the
library, Erestor slowly in tow.

I stayed with Elrond in the great hall. Usually we would
break into a great discussion about any range of topics from defense to plain
gossip. Now every conversation, even among elves, need be Arda shattering. Tonight,
however, Elrond was musing deeply about something and my curiosity got the
better of me, as it always did.

�What are you thinking about, my friend?� I asked.

�Glorfindel?� Elrond began, �What are your feelings for
Erestor?�

That question caught me completely of guard. I was expecting
him to ask me that the same as to ask me whether I wanted to wear pink ribbons
in my hair.

�Why did you ask me that?�

Elrond sighed, �My friend, I have known you for quite some
time and a while ago I thought I noticed something when you looked at my
advisor. I did not wish to confront you until I was certain, but seeing the
look in your eyes tonight told me the truth.�

I wondered if I was really that transparent. �I do like him,
he is very beautiful to me and someone I would like to know better.�

�I wish you luck on your journey to find Erestor,
Glorfindel. But know this, he is not an elf as you and I are. He is something
different altogether and be careful. I would not wish to see you hurt and drawn
into his darkness.�

�His darkness?� I gasped, �What do you mean?�

Elrond stood, �I cannot tell you more, I was sworn to
secrecy. I can reveal no more than I have. Goodnight, Glorfindel.�

Elrond�s spooky demeanor made me think more about my friend,
Erestor. He was one I had known for a long time. I first met him when we both
lived in Gondolin. He was one of the refugees on that mountain pass when I had
my little skirmish with the Balrog. I remember him covered in children. Being
one of their tutors, those who had lost parents either to battle, injury or
simply were lost in the chaos of our exit, clung to him as their trusted
teacher. Erestor held as many as he could in his arms, and kept the elder ones
around him by yelling their names and ordering them to keep up and stay with
him. His voice rang out, commanding and piercing and the children could easily
follow his words to safety and hopefully, an eventual reuniting with at least
one of their parents. In that way, he saved as many lives and I had, but my way
had fire and death and much more glory.

Being one of those elves whom I had known from my previous
life, I thought I knew everything there was about him. However, thinking even
more deeply on the subject I realized that I didn�t know him at all! I didn�t
know his favorite food, music or even time of year. I didn�t know what books he
liked to read above all or even what he did all day. All I, and all of
Imladris, knew about the advisor was that he was locked away in his study
working all day while the sun shone and spent the evenings, under the moon�s
light, teaching Elladan and Elrohir from his vast knowledge. No one knew what
he did with his personal time, but for the schedule he kept, it was possible he
did not have any personal time.

The idea that an even greater secret had been kept from me
all these years, indeed, centuries, rattled me to the core and I vowed I would
discover all that remained hidden, and in so doing, perhaps bring Erestor�s attention
to me as well.

TBC
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