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Blood Bond	By : Mawgy Category: -Multi-Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3889 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: 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.

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Title: Blood Bond
Author: Mawgy
Beta: Naresha (Chapters 1-8), Mawgy’s Mum (Chapter 9 and Epilogue)
Rated: PG for this chapter (NC-17 overall)
Genre: Angst
Warnings: Male/Male relationship. Incest
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Summary: Erestor and Glorfindel discover that a short engagement may be romantic, but can lead to bigger problems.
Disclaimer: I own nothing and am making no money from this story… I just like to play with other people’s toys. :D

Epilogue

Erestor lazily came back to consciousness, the sunlight streaming through the window warming his body. He smiled in contentment and rolled his head to the side to look for Glorfindel. Erestor’s eyes came into focus every quickly upon realising Glorfindel was watching him avidly.

“Creep,” Erestor said light-heartedly.

“I could not keep my eyes off such loveliness,” Glorfindel smiled and leant down for their first kiss of the day. Erestor eagerly accepted the kiss, and cupped Glorfindel’s head, deepening the kiss as he did. Glorfindel, not ready for another round given their arduous love-making last night, idly met Erestor’s tongue with his own.

Erestor let the kiss come to an end and released Glorfindel.

“Hungry?” Glorfindel asked.

“Famished,” Erestor responded. “Yourself?”

“Given I have not eaten since yesterday morning, very,” Glorfindel emphasised the last word.

“I shall call a maid to-”

“Why do we not go to the dining hall?” Glorfindel interrupted, halting Erestor before he could roll out of bed.

“I am not yet done having you all to myself,” Erestor pouted.

“You will need to share me with your colleagues and fellow Imladrian residents eventually,” Glorfindel advised.

“I know. But the longer we stay here the longer we can avoid being gossip fodder,” Erestor said gloomily, running a hand down Glorfindel’s cheek.

Glorfindel’s brow furrowed.

“Surely you in yet another relationship will have tongues wagging.”

Erestor acceded and nodded.

“Yes, though I do not have to listen to the whispers and feel the stares while we are squirrelled away in here. Everyone will be wondering how long the relationship will last, not knowing we have promised ourselves to each other forever.”

“Surely you have friends with whom you would like to share the joyous news of our union? Perhaps you could introduce me to them too,” Glorfindel suggested.

“I imagine Elrond is expecting an explanation,” Erestor said demurely.

“I believe there was also a mention of requesting time away from work?” Glorfindel asked.

“I could also ask for him to perform a proper ceremony of marriage too,” Erestor looked so happy for a moment, before the look faltered.

“What is it?” Glorfindel prompted.

“There are- I have confessions. Things I need to tell you before we continue our lives together,” Erestor looked guilty as he spoke.

“I am not going anywhere,” Glorfindel reassured.

Erestor shuffled to the edge of the bed and moved to his cupboard. Opening a door, Erestor bent down. Glorfindel saw several elegant and expensive looking robes hanging within the darkened space, and from a secret space hidden by the hems, Erestor brought forth a small wooden box. Erestor came back to the bed, unable to look at Glorfindel as he did. He sat cross-legged before Glorfindel, the box resting on his legs.

“I was not entirely honest yesterday when I said I left your body untouched at the bottom of the ravine,” Erestor started shakily.

Glorfindel immediately reached out and placed his hands upon Erestor’s. Erestor was startled and looked up into kind blue eyes.

“There is no need for you to force yourself into telling me this confession,” Glorfindel affirmed.

“No, I want to, and it will come in use soon enough,” Erestor half smiled. “I did something that is considered unlawful.”

Glorfindel brows furrowed, and concern began to creep into his countenance.

“I did not know if your body would ever be found, and if it was, then by whom or what state of decay it was discovered in was also unknown. I thought it- Elves are a sentimental race. To know of the fall of Gondolin, the city lost with nary a relic to commemorate it, and all those fallen, soldiers, Lords and King. I stole from your body. I took items that signified your status, and personal items that were special to you.” Erestor opened the box, but the lid hid from Glorfindel’s view the contents.

“The pin given to all Heads of the Houses of Gondolin by King Turgon,” Erestor held aloft the broach permanently affixed to a Lord’s clothes with the symbols of Turgon’s House upon it- heart, sun and moon. Glorfindel took the item from Erestor’s trembling hand. His eyes began to mist over. After so long in the Halls of Mandos, Glorfindel had come to terms with his own demise, as well as that of his city, his friends, and his King. To be reminded of his previous oath so suddenly and tangibly, he could not speak. He could see Erestor took care of the emblem well, and even polished it recently. A deep scratch across the sun was the only evidence of the plummet down the mountainside.

Glorfindel closed his hand around the symbol of his King and looked to Erestor.

“The ring of the Golden Flower,” Erestor handed the ring over. Glorfindel looked down upon the symbol of his own House with detachment. This particular ring had belonged to his father. When Glorfindel became Lord of the Golden Flower, he too stole from the dead and took this ring as his own. Sliding the ring that had been made with their family’s symbol from his father’s lax finger, Glorfindel placed it upon his own. At the time Glorfindel reasoned it was a part of his father he could carry with him at all times, and hoped the weight of the original House Lord’s ring would lend him strength and wisdom when leading the House of the Golden Flower. A House he would rule for only a single year before all came crashing down.

“A handkerchief with a Golden Flower embroidered on it,” Erestor handed over the once white material now yellowed with time. “With a lock of your hair held within.” Glorfindel opened the small folded square to find several strands of golden hair approximately 10 centimetres in length held together by a blue ribbon.

“Lastly there is this,” Erestor held up a golden chain. Glorfindel instantly recognised it and did not need to look at the ring attached to it to know what it held. As the public did not know of their original binding and without Erestor near, Glorfindel took to wearing his binding ring around his neck on a chain. That way he could keep their relationship secret until Erestor returned to his side, but also close to his heart. “I hope you do not mind, but I also added mine to the chain.”

Glorfindel’s eyes finally lowered to the ring and did indeed find two rings upon the chain.

“You had yours upon you the day of the city’s ruin?”

Erestor nodded. “I began to wear it on the opposite hand the day I returned from the city, and there it stayed. When I found yours, I thought they should be kept together with other memories of the past.”

Glorfindel looked at the items presented and smiled. Though taking objects from a fallen elf is prohibited, Glorfindel did not mind at the moment. It is considered distasteful when stripping the dead of items of worth, especially for profit, though this was obviously not the case with the Erestor.

“I am grateful these items were not left to the elements, and have been returned. And these,” Glorfindel grasped the rings still held aloft by the chain by Erestor, “I look forward to presenting to each other on our wedding day.”

“A few words by Elrond in private, exchanging of these rings and then we’re married,” Erestor said simply. “We can talk to him today if you would like.”

“Certainly we will need to see him, though would you not like to have a ceremony with friends?”

“Truthfully there are few I would want to share such a moment with. And, the sooner we marry, the closer together our two special days will be. Either that or we wait a full year so we can have them both on the same day.”

“I would rather have them on separate days myself,” Glorfindel grinned, and started to lean forwards. “That way I have one special, secret day to celebrate with you,” Glorfindel kissed Erestor, “and another to accept the congratulations of others,” he nibbled Erestor’s bottom lip.

“Very well then, two days, set apart by Elrond’s schedule.”

“I feel the twins should be there,” Glorfindel said, pulling away. “They were, after all, instrumental in bringing us together.”

“Indeed they were,” Erestor smiled. “Here, you may wish to keep those items safe for the meantime. At least until we are dressed.” Erestor handed over the box and lay down again. Glorfindel deposited the items back inside their wooden prison and placed it on the bedside table behind him.

“Breakfast?” Glorfindel asked, lying down, his head propped up by his hand. Erestor responded by sighing. “Given that I will be residing here in Imladris also, it would be best not to start by avoiding the populace.”

Erestor nodded hesitantly. However much he did not wish to leave the security of his rooms, it would be considered the height of rudeness for a Lord to remain secreted away for so long.

“Very well. However, might we compromise?”

“What are your terms?”

“We have breakfast in private here, and then walk around Imladris, and whomever we happen upon I shall introduce you to, while also showing you the sights. Such a plan will also assist in revealing another revelation I have.”

“Very well then, we shall-”

From the floor a hungry ‘meow’ sounded.

Glorfindel rolled over to look at the cat behind him on the floor.

“Is this yours?” Glorfindel asked, picking up the cat by the scruff of the neck.

“Oh, yes. Though he mostly roams Imladris, visits others, eats anything he can and comes to see me only from time to time,” Erestor took the cat and placed him on the bed, patting the dark fur as he did.

“Does he have a name?”

“Lenwe,” Erestor responded, mumbling his response a little.

“Lenwe?” Glorfindel asked, incredulous.

“Lenwe the 248^th, to be precise,” Erestor clarified.

“A direct descendant?” Glorfindel asked.

“No. For a few decades I thought to breed them, but the amount of cats quickly escalated. So I have restricted myself to just one, and always call it ‘Lenwe’.” Erestor sat up and gave the cat a vigorous rub, which it enjoyed immensely. “A reminder,” Erestor said with a shrug and a disheartened smile.

Glorfindel saw this and reached out, placing his hand on Erestor’s shoulder.

“I am here, once more.”

Erestor looked up from the cat.

“It still does not feel real,” Erestor admitted quietly.

“Would you like to feel how real I am?” Glorfindel grinned, moving in for a soul-stealing kiss.

~*~*~*~

“Elrond seems taken with you,” Erestor admired.

“And well he should,” Glorfindel puffed up his chest. “I died protecting his father and grandparents. He theoretically owes me his life.”

“Yet it was you who swore to protect his line. Again.”

“And received a new pin for doing so,” Glorfindel buffed the symbol of Elrond’s house with his sleeve. Erestor laughed in response.

Whilst in Elrond’s office it was agreed the marriage ceremony would take place in a month’s time, and until then Erestor was excused from his duties. He would then also receive a further two weeks free for his honeymoon. Of course in that time it was expected Erestor would play host to Glorfindel, showing him around, organising clothing, armour, weapons, introducing him to the inhabitants, and easing him into Imladris’ rhythm in general.

They walked through the gardens with no particular destination in mind. They were just wandering, looking at all the greenery and flowers, Erestor pointing out various landmarks or things of interest, and true to his word, Erestor did introduce Glorfindel to all they met on their path. Most were shocked and viewed Glorfindel with awe upon being introduced to someone returned from the Halls, yet most retreated after a few minutes of conversation and comments of welcome given. It was singularly out of character for a lot of the elves met to leave such an intriguing mystery so suddenly. Erestor would not have been surprised if an announcement had been made last night at dinner about the reborn hero of old, and instructions provided to give him some time to readjust to living again. That or it may have been Erestor’s dour face anytime anyone interrupted their time together.

Just then the bell rang for lunch.

“Shall we go eat?” Erestor asked. “I can introduce you to my close friends then and the soldiers with whom you will be working.”

“Ahhh, I confess this morning has been more overwhelming than I had thought it might be. Mind if we skip lunch for now and eat when most have left the dining hall?” Glorfindel asked; a pained look upon his face.

“Of course,” Erestor soothed, taking Glorfindel’s hand in his. “And, I believe I have something that may ease your troubled soul.”

“Reeeeeally?”

Erestor laughed. “Not that,” he said forcefully and tugged Glorfindel along.

Erestor took the long path around the Last Homely House, avoiding the main halls, walking quickly past the barracks, and up a gently sloping hill towards the stables that overlooked the House on one side, and a large open field on the other. Erestor looked out amongst the horses grazing, but could not see the one he was specifically looking for.

“Master Erestor?” a voice called from within the large wooden structure.

“Natahl, good day to you,” Erestor responded, dropping Glorfindel’s hand and began walking towards the groom. “Might I introduce you to Lord Glorfindel, previously of Gondolin, but from this day hence, of Imladris. Glorfindel, this is Natahl, carer of the horses of Imladris.”

“Greetings,” Glorfindel offered simply, busy looking around at the beautifully kept stables and large stalls for each horse to use at their leisure.

“And to you my lord,” Natahl bowed deeply.

“Why are you not at lunch?” Erestor enquired kindly.

“There was a pressing matter I had to attend to. Actually, it is fortunate you are here,” Natahl responded with a smile. “We tried to find you this morning, and I would have looked for you elsewhere other than your office had I an assistant to spare. Come see,” he waved Erestor and Glorfindel along the centre corridor to a pen near the far side of the stables. Natahl made cooing noises at the mare within and opened the door for the newcomers. “She went into labour this morning and gave birth thirty minutes ago.” Erestor sidled into the stall, gazing dotingly upon the new mum laying on the soft straw bed, and her foal, still partially wet from the womb.

“Good girl,” Erestor greeted the horse, whom snorted in response. Erestor laughed and corrected himself. “I mean congratulations, of course.” The horse whinnied at this and returned her attention to the newborn, continuing to lick the babe clean. “Glorfindel, come, I would like to introduce you to my horse Niasa. Niasa, this is Lord Glorfindel, rider of your great, great, great, great, many great’s grandfather, Asfala.” Erestor turned upon hearing Glorfindel’s sharp intake of breath, and smiled kindly.

Natahl knew he was no longer needed and slipped away back to his work.

Glorfindel slowly approached Erestor and together they sat down in a corner of the stall, not daring to attempt to touch either horse just yet.

“How?” Glorfindel asked.

“Truthfully, I am uncertain. After leaving the scene where I was reborn, I saw no need to climb the mountain side I had just fallen down, and instead followed the gully until I came out upon a gentler hillside. Before me was the beginning of a woodland, and just inside the first line of trees was Asfala. He had escaped just as you had wished, and he ever so kindly allowed me to ride him safely away from the area. The best part of breeding horses is they tend to only give birth to one offspring at a time, rather than a whole litter like cats do. It was much easier to keep this bloodline alive without excess than it was Lenwe’s.”

“How was it you found Lenwe?” Glorfindel asked, wrapping his arm around Erestor.

“Ah. That was perhaps a low moment of character for me,” Erestor admitted with a sneaky grin. “After a week in the wilderness I thought it safe to seek out elves again and made my way to where I thought there would be survivors gathering. Luckily, I found a camp where many were sharing supplies, warmth and comfort. Unfortunately, Princess Idril and her family were among their number. I had no wish at the time to answer odd questions about my death, so I sought to move on. But not before I noticed from the shadows that Prince Earendil had Lenwe with him, no doubt adopted him after my fall. I waited until the prince fell asleep then called to Lenwe softly. He eagerly came back to me and on Asfala’s back we rode away.”

“You stole from a boy without telling him his cat would be safe?” Glorfindel looked more amused than anything.

“It was my cat first,” Erestor pouted.

Glorfindel laughed hard, until a loud snort from a nearby resting mother put him in his place. Glorfindel instantly quietened, though his shoulders continued to shake for some time.

Silence fell within the stall for a while.

“What of your father?” Glorfindel asked softly.

Erestor’s face fell from the beautiful scene in front of him to his lap. He swallowed harshly then turned to Glorfindel.

“It was not until three months later that I had news of my father. He made it out of the city. Yet through making enquiries, Princess Idril told him I had fallen. Upon hearing this he decided to sail. I do not blame him, and I know I will see him again one day, but I do miss him so much. So much,” Erestor snuggled into Glorfindel and held the blonde tightly.

“How came you to be in Lord Elrond’s service?” Glorfindel changed the subject.

“After avoiding Princess Idril and her family for so long, news reached me of Prince Earendil’s twin sons, Elrond and Elros, and that they had been kidnapped. I thought since their family had been deprived of so many loyal warriors, the least I could do was to try and find them and ensure their safety. I was among the few that came upon them when released by Maglor. Once found there were three of us who chose to keep the children by our side. Two warriors and myself, a scholar, to teach and guide them in all aspects of life. I have stayed by Elrond’s side ever since.”

“Elros?” Glorfindel asked.

“Being children of both human and elf parentage, the Valar gave them the choice to live as Men, or as Elves. Elros chose mortality. I watched a child I helped raise grow old and frail and I grieved for him long before he died. My heart would break if Elladan and Elrohir choose this road also.”

“So much torment,” he stroked Erestor’s head sweetly.

“The past is painful,” Erestor agreed. He looked into Glorfindel blue eyes deeply and smiled. “Yet for the first time in a long time, I seek the future and all the happiness it may contain.” Glorfindel grinned in response and kissed Erestor.

“Speaking of the future,” Erestor continued. “If you are to be the leader of Elrond’s armed forces, you will require a mount. Might I suggest this little one?” Erestor motioned to the newborn foal before them.

“He may be a little small,” Glorfindel teased.

“He also cannot stand,” Erestor giggled back.

A harsh whinny came from the other side of the stall as the new mother took offence to the elves’ unkind words.

“Apologies Niasa, we meant no offence. Your offspring will grow big and strong in no time,” Erestor said, thoroughly cowed.

Ever so slowly Glorfindel reached out and gave the foal a gentle pat. The tiny horse eagerly accepted the touch and rolled over to face the elves, legs splaying everywhere as he did. Both elves smiled at the adorableness of the moment.

“You will make a fine steed indeed,” Glorfindel said to the foal, almost conspiratorially. “I think I shall call you Asfaloth. And together we shall have many adventures and discover this new world.”

FIN!

Can anyone believe it!? This story is officially, 100% COMPLETE!

Thank you to everyone who kept with the fic throughout the years. It means more than you could know. Love you all.
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