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Chapter 10 : TA 3019
A.N: Thanks to Loner65 and Kyppie for the feedback! Hope you enjoy the rest!~G
Chapter 10: T.A.3019 March
Erestor was deadly with his staff as he bludgeoned orcs with sickening cracks. Since the twins left to fight along side Estel and the Men of the South, the advisor had shed the robes of diplomacy and again taken on the mantle of warrior. He would die fighting rather than fade from unrequited love. Therefore he volunteered to go, in Glorfindel’s stead, with a battalion to support Lothlórien and Mirkwood in their battle against Dol Guldur. It had been a battle that raged for weeks and it looked as if today might be the turning point…in the elves’ favor. With that in mind, the former Chief Advisor of Imladris gave his all. Fell beasts fled before the deadly staff, for an ancient light shown in the onyx eyes. None could come close to the warrior.
It was, therefore, quite a surprise when he swooned and fell to his knees at the battle’s end. Erestor was vaguely aware of Haldir’s presence at his side, shouting for a healer. But why? Trying to focus, the dark haired elf noticed, for the first time, the hilt of a black throwing knife embedded of his chest. A sudden burning from his lower back and Haldir laying him on his side confirmed a second knife had also hit its mark. It appeared the Valar were merciful and would allow him to die in battle. As blackness swallowed him, he was aware of the healers tending to him. He was surprised that he felt no chill; Glorfindel said that an elf felt cold before he felt the pull of Mandos. At the moment, Erestor felt only pain and the fire of the orc poison. His last thought was of his beloved Elladan; he hoped that the peredhel would find love and happiness. Finally, darkness claimed the ancient elf and all he knew faded from his mind.
*******
Elladan watched the procession of elves approach the citadel. He could see his father, Glorfindel and Gildor riding at the head. Just behind them were Arwen and her ladies. The older twin smiled as he watched the awed expressions on the faces of the Gondorians; most had never seen an elf, let alone a whole caravan. He moved from the wall and headed toward the gate to greet them.
Relief shone clear in Elrond Half-Elvin’s eyes as he embraced his sons. He had feared for their safety often. Glorfindel also hugged them before a squealing Arwen threw herself at them. The siblings laughed and cried at the happy reunion. As the stable-hands took the horses and various servants ushered the delegation of elves to their quarters, Elladan remained where he was. As Gildor passed him, the dark haired peredhel stopped him.
“Surely father did not make Erestor stay behind on such an occasion. Where is he?” Gildor’s normally happy countenance darkened and his eyes filled with sadness. This alarmed Elladan greatly. “Hîr nin? Where is Erestor?”
Gildor looked deep into storm grey eyes and answered as calmly as he could, “He was wounded beyond even your father’s ability to heal. He was transported to the Havens to sail, though we know not if he would survive the journey across the sea. I pray to Elbereth and Námo that he now rests and heals in the Blessed Realm, and not the Halls.” Unable to bear the stricken look Elladan gave him, Gildor moved away leaving the young one to his thoughts. Long did Elladan remain in the courtyard, silent tears falling for his mentor, friend, and secret love.
The wedding feast for his sister and Estel passed by in a whirl of sound and color. Elladan put on a happy face, though the smiles and laughter did not reach his eyes. That night, after an intense bout of lovemaking to his newest bed partner, the older twin sat at the window looking to the stars and remembering those wonderful astronomy lessons, the rich voice telling the tales of the heavens.
“This elf who passed into the West, he is the one who holds you heart, is he not?” a sleepy voice said from the bed. “Why do you not sail? Perhaps he yet lives.”
Elladan shook his head. “I cannot, his heart is already claimed and I have chosen the fate my brother.”
“Then I am truly sorry for you. I am a poor substitution, but if you will let me, I will love you as best as I can.”
Elladan looked at the man in his bed. They had been lovers since the end of the war, but it was purely physical. It seemed Elladan was destined to live life moving from one lover to the next. It mattered little, for had Elladan chosen to be numbered among the elder he would still be alone because Erestor loved Gildor. Without a word the peredhel slipped on some leggings, tied his robe closed and left the chamber.
Heading for the citadel wall, Elladan noticed a pale golden haired elf already there. He thought to move on, but something drew him to the Lord of the Wandering Company. Stepping beside the taller elf, Elladan waited.
“The stars are lovely tonight,” Gildor said by way of greeting.
“I am sorry for your loss,” Elladan whispered, his throat tight. “You must miss him terribly. I thought you would have journeyed with him.”
Gildor studied his companion. He knew of whom Elladan spoke. “Thank you for the kind words. Erestor was dear to me, but it is not him whom my heart longs for. I will sail with your father, I hope by then my love will be returned from the Halls of Mandos.”
Elladan’s confusion showed on his fair face. “I do not understand,” he said.
“Erestor and I shared many things, our bodies included; but not our hearts. Mine belongs to one who Erestor so resembles and Erestor’s…well, it beat for you.”
Elladan stood stunned. He must have heard incorrectly. “What do you mean? He never spoke…gave any indication of feelings for me! You lie.”
“I do not lie penneth,” Gildor said sternly, “and he said nothing for he did not wish to complicate your choice. He saw how you and Elrohir enjoyed the company of the Edain.”
“Then the doom of the Noldor is truly upon me for I have loved Erestor for centuries untold. I chose as my brother did, for I could not bear to see Erestor in the arms of another, in your arms, for all eternity.” Tears began to fall.
Gildor gathered the slighter elf close, “I am so sorry pen neth. I wish there were something I can do. Are you certain of the choice your brother made?”
“I am certain,” Elladan said dejectedly. “He will marry a young woman next year. He chose the fate of man.”
TBC
Chapter 10: T.A.3019 March
Erestor was deadly with his staff as he bludgeoned orcs with sickening cracks. Since the twins left to fight along side Estel and the Men of the South, the advisor had shed the robes of diplomacy and again taken on the mantle of warrior. He would die fighting rather than fade from unrequited love. Therefore he volunteered to go, in Glorfindel’s stead, with a battalion to support Lothlórien and Mirkwood in their battle against Dol Guldur. It had been a battle that raged for weeks and it looked as if today might be the turning point…in the elves’ favor. With that in mind, the former Chief Advisor of Imladris gave his all. Fell beasts fled before the deadly staff, for an ancient light shown in the onyx eyes. None could come close to the warrior.
It was, therefore, quite a surprise when he swooned and fell to his knees at the battle’s end. Erestor was vaguely aware of Haldir’s presence at his side, shouting for a healer. But why? Trying to focus, the dark haired elf noticed, for the first time, the hilt of a black throwing knife embedded of his chest. A sudden burning from his lower back and Haldir laying him on his side confirmed a second knife had also hit its mark. It appeared the Valar were merciful and would allow him to die in battle. As blackness swallowed him, he was aware of the healers tending to him. He was surprised that he felt no chill; Glorfindel said that an elf felt cold before he felt the pull of Mandos. At the moment, Erestor felt only pain and the fire of the orc poison. His last thought was of his beloved Elladan; he hoped that the peredhel would find love and happiness. Finally, darkness claimed the ancient elf and all he knew faded from his mind.
*******
Elladan watched the procession of elves approach the citadel. He could see his father, Glorfindel and Gildor riding at the head. Just behind them were Arwen and her ladies. The older twin smiled as he watched the awed expressions on the faces of the Gondorians; most had never seen an elf, let alone a whole caravan. He moved from the wall and headed toward the gate to greet them.
Relief shone clear in Elrond Half-Elvin’s eyes as he embraced his sons. He had feared for their safety often. Glorfindel also hugged them before a squealing Arwen threw herself at them. The siblings laughed and cried at the happy reunion. As the stable-hands took the horses and various servants ushered the delegation of elves to their quarters, Elladan remained where he was. As Gildor passed him, the dark haired peredhel stopped him.
“Surely father did not make Erestor stay behind on such an occasion. Where is he?” Gildor’s normally happy countenance darkened and his eyes filled with sadness. This alarmed Elladan greatly. “Hîr nin? Where is Erestor?”
Gildor looked deep into storm grey eyes and answered as calmly as he could, “He was wounded beyond even your father’s ability to heal. He was transported to the Havens to sail, though we know not if he would survive the journey across the sea. I pray to Elbereth and Námo that he now rests and heals in the Blessed Realm, and not the Halls.” Unable to bear the stricken look Elladan gave him, Gildor moved away leaving the young one to his thoughts. Long did Elladan remain in the courtyard, silent tears falling for his mentor, friend, and secret love.
The wedding feast for his sister and Estel passed by in a whirl of sound and color. Elladan put on a happy face, though the smiles and laughter did not reach his eyes. That night, after an intense bout of lovemaking to his newest bed partner, the older twin sat at the window looking to the stars and remembering those wonderful astronomy lessons, the rich voice telling the tales of the heavens.
“This elf who passed into the West, he is the one who holds you heart, is he not?” a sleepy voice said from the bed. “Why do you not sail? Perhaps he yet lives.”
Elladan shook his head. “I cannot, his heart is already claimed and I have chosen the fate my brother.”
“Then I am truly sorry for you. I am a poor substitution, but if you will let me, I will love you as best as I can.”
Elladan looked at the man in his bed. They had been lovers since the end of the war, but it was purely physical. It seemed Elladan was destined to live life moving from one lover to the next. It mattered little, for had Elladan chosen to be numbered among the elder he would still be alone because Erestor loved Gildor. Without a word the peredhel slipped on some leggings, tied his robe closed and left the chamber.
Heading for the citadel wall, Elladan noticed a pale golden haired elf already there. He thought to move on, but something drew him to the Lord of the Wandering Company. Stepping beside the taller elf, Elladan waited.
“The stars are lovely tonight,” Gildor said by way of greeting.
“I am sorry for your loss,” Elladan whispered, his throat tight. “You must miss him terribly. I thought you would have journeyed with him.”
Gildor studied his companion. He knew of whom Elladan spoke. “Thank you for the kind words. Erestor was dear to me, but it is not him whom my heart longs for. I will sail with your father, I hope by then my love will be returned from the Halls of Mandos.”
Elladan’s confusion showed on his fair face. “I do not understand,” he said.
“Erestor and I shared many things, our bodies included; but not our hearts. Mine belongs to one who Erestor so resembles and Erestor’s…well, it beat for you.”
Elladan stood stunned. He must have heard incorrectly. “What do you mean? He never spoke…gave any indication of feelings for me! You lie.”
“I do not lie penneth,” Gildor said sternly, “and he said nothing for he did not wish to complicate your choice. He saw how you and Elrohir enjoyed the company of the Edain.”
“Then the doom of the Noldor is truly upon me for I have loved Erestor for centuries untold. I chose as my brother did, for I could not bear to see Erestor in the arms of another, in your arms, for all eternity.” Tears began to fall.
Gildor gathered the slighter elf close, “I am so sorry pen neth. I wish there were something I can do. Are you certain of the choice your brother made?”
“I am certain,” Elladan said dejectedly. “He will marry a young woman next year. He chose the fate of man.”
TBC