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Title: The Wrong Path
Author: erviniae
Chapter 11/?
Prompt: #45 �The Wrong Path�
For the Hall of Books challenge
Pairing: Erestor/Ecthelion, Glorfindel
Rating: PG to eventual NC-17
Warning: AU, Angst, M/M
Beta: Nikkiling
Disclaimer: All belongs to the esteemed Tolkien. I make no profit
in having fun with his wonderful universe.
Summary: Sometimes the wrong path is often the
Right one.
Feedback: If you would be so kind.

Staring at the Past
Erestor walked the long corridors of his home. He would know the paths blindfolded. A messenger had delivered a note to his quarters this very morn. Wondering who the important Elf was who had come to Imladris so early in the day occupied Erestor�s thoughts and soon he found himself in front of Elrond�s office doors. Knocking softly, Erestor entered after being bade welcome by his lord. Stepping across the threshold, he found Elrond handing a glass of wine to��Glorfindel?� Erestor questioned aloud as his heart began thumping against his ribcage. Glorfindel smiled wide as Erestor called his name.

�Is... Are you alone?� Erestor asked in a panic. His face began to flush as his eyes scanned the simple yet elegant room that Elrond called his own. Glorfindel knew who he was looking for and regretted having to be the one to bring the news.

�I have been returned�alone.� This he quietly replied into Erestor�s questing eyes.

Both watched as the color drained from the chief advisor�s face while a look of sheer disillusionment flashed across those sharp features for but a moment- Erestor then schooled himself, gaining control once more. Elrond went to his side in concern, �I know this may be a shock to you, Erestor. Glorfindel told me that you knew each other in Gondolin. Please, sit.� He gestured a robed arm towards a velvet-brocaded chair.

�No, please, I am well. Just taken aback, my lord.� Erestor tried to convince all in the room. �Welcome to Imladris, Lord Glorfindel. We are indeed honored to have you with us.� Here Erestor bowed his head with his hand over his heart in greeting. �How long shall we be graced with your presence?�

�I am here to serve the House of Elrond and thereby all of Imladris as well.� Glorfindel replied warily at the obvious unease that Erestor was now in.

�A gift from the Valar,� Elrond smiled.

�Yes�. a gift.� Erestor did his best to smile.

A house-elf stuck his head through the door after knocking, �My Lord Elrond? You wished to be notified when the blacksmith came?�

�Yes, forgive me, I shall be but a moment.� He excused himself to follow the Elf into the hall.

Uncomfortable silence filled the air between the two. �I am most pleased to see you alive and well, Erestor, I truly am.� Glorfindel strode over and gave Erestor a quick hug.

�I am pleased that you are here with us, though my heart is remembering much with seeing your visage, my lord.� Erestor spoke truthfully. Suddenly the pain was there with such a passion that he visibly swayed on his feet; the room began spinning around him by the way of a potency that so surprised him that he had to put the fingers of his right hand on his forehead in a sign of distress. Glorfindel came to his aid, helping him to a nearby chair. Quickly pouring a glass of wine, he handed it to the counselor who gently refused it with a gentle shove.

�Did you see him in the Halls of Waiting?�

Glorfindel crouched before him, putting a strong hand on his knee �I remember nothing but peace, and then I was called before a bright light, a light brighter than our sun, and a voice told me that I was to be returned and spoke of my purpose for being permitted to.�

Elrond had stopped at the door not wanting to intrude at the intimate scene before him. Though as Lord of Imladris, it was in his duty to know what was happening in his realm of rule. Unbeknownst to both, he stood steadfast at the door, listening intently.

�Why was he not returned?� whispered Erestor as he stared into cerulean eyes.

�I do not know,� Glorfindel answered truthfully. �When I was in the halls there was only peace, as if I slept a dreamless sleep. And then I was returned.�

�Do�do you think he was sent to Valinor?�

�Eventually all first born are, or so it is written.� Glorfindel gently squeezed Erestor�s knee as he stood, sensing movement at the door.

�I know why,� Erestor spoke as his chin trembled in his effort to control his emotions, �It is because we are revolting to the very Valar themselves.�

�Erestor, how can you say a thing as this?� Glorfindel raised his voice slightly, refusing to believe such a transgression.

Elrond entered the room in concern. �Is everything well?� He asked.

�Yes, my lord.� Both replied too eagerly.

Elrond cocked his head to the side and in his most unbelieving voice said, �Indeed.� His eyebrow raised in sincere doubt.

�Please, excuse me Lord Elrond. If there is nothing more at the moment that requires my attention, I would like to start my day.� Erestor could not look into Elrond�s eyes, but found the hem of his robe quite interesting to study.

�Very well,� sighed Elrond in disgust. �You shall see to Lord Glorfindel�s quarters, after the morning meal.�

�Aye, my lord, thank you.� He nodded his head in respect to both as he retreated to the safety of the corridors once more.

Elrond looked to Glorfindel for an explanation of the exchange he both witnessed and overheard. �Counselor Erestor had a sincere friendship with Lord Ecthelion of the House of the Fountain and I am afraid that he finds it hard that he was not returned as I was.� Glorfindel offered truthfully without having to reveal the reality of the friendship itself. This seemed to satisfy Elrond who proceeded to show Glorfindel the way to the dining hall.

Erestor walked quickly through the winding halls after exiting Lord Elrond�s office. Passing his own, he continued until he reached his destination: the highest turret in Imladris, a watchtower of sorts that had the most panoramic view of their beautiful vale. He knew it would be abandoned at this hour for the Elf who held watch this day was often late to his task. He breathed deeply as the smells of baking bread mingled with the freshness of the dewy forest pine. The rush of the closest and largest waterfall thundered into his ears; its only competition the pounding of his heartbeat. He let out a yell that sent nearby birds taking to the skies due to this rude interruption of their early morning routines. �Why is this happening? Why was Glorfindel returned?� He yelled into the dawning sky, to the very Valar themselves. �Is this punishment for my sins? Do you not have a heart?� He punched that last word out on his own chest as he sank to his knees while the wind whipped his hair painfully against his face. He cried tears long shed that he thought would never surface again.

The dining hall was a clatter of utensils and conversation. Lothwen took interest in taking away the honey from Melpomaen�s hand as he drizzled one too many helpings onto his porridge. Noticing the room go silent, Lothwen looked up to investigate only to see Lord Elrond clanking a spoon against a glass gently. Lothwen slowly stood as she saw the one standing next to her lord. �Nana? What is wrong?� Melpomaen asked seeing his mother�s hands start to shake as she dropped the honey spoon in the process.

�We have been blessed in Imladris. Lord Glorfindel of Gondolin has been returned to us by the Valar�.� Elrond could not finish his speech because Lothwen, in seeing Lord Glorfindel, slid to the floor in a lifeless heap of swishing robes.

�Nana!� yelled Melpomaen as he leapt to his mother�s side. Elrond rushed to her aid, as did Glorfindel.

As Elrond gently smacked Lothwen�s face, Glorfindel poured ice water from a pitcher onto a cloth napkin and put it to the back of her neck. The shock of it brought her back from the feint only to stare into the worried eyes of her son. Strong arms helped her to a sitting position while Elrond wiped her face with the same cloth. �Forgive my insensitivity, Lothwen, for in my excitement I forgot the shock this would be to those who once dwelt within Gondolin�s walls.� Elrond was truly sorry for his lack of decorum, offering her to lean against him as Glorfindel held her back. Turning, she winced as she looked once more at the face of the handsome Lord of the Golden Flower, her hair being pulled tightly.

�Nana? My fingers are stuck!� Melpomaen struggled to free his honey-coated fingers from within his mother�s chestnut-hued hair. Unable to control her varying emotions, Lothwen broke out into laughter at the ridiculousness of the situation she was finding herself in. Glorfindel and Elrond soon followed in her mirthful musings as Melpomaen struggled even more to free his fingers.

�May I?� Glorfindel asked as he gestured to the small hands. Lothwen smiled her yes as he carefully pried the wedged fingers away from her silken hair, one by one. The smell of Jasmine intermingled with the scent of the honey reached his nose as he breathed deeply of the sweet perfume as he averted his eyes from the swell of her heaving bosom. A blush soon reached Lothwen�s face caused by both the absurdity of the situation and the closeness of the returned Lord.

Erestor composed once more, walked past the delayed guard while descending the winding stone steps of the turret. He made a mental note to speak to Elrond about the guard�s tardiness in the future. Upon entering the dining hall, he was there to witness the scene as it ended. Melpomaen, upon seeing his father, ran to Erestor, �Ada! Nana fell over like she was sleeping!� Gathering his son into his arms, he walked over to Lothwen in concern.

�Are you well?� He asked.

�Yes, I feinted tis all.� She blushed.

�Ada, you should have seen it! Then I got my fingers stucked in Nana�s hair.�

This time it was Glorfindel�s turn to be shocked. �Ada?� he questioned into Erestor�s eyes, disbelief in his voice quite evident as to his doubt at the situation. Erestor glared back defensively.

�Lord Glorfindel may I present my son, Melpomaen.� Melpomaen smiled shyly then hid his face into his father�s neck as Erestor held him lovingly. This time Glorfindel was the one in shock at the situation.

TBC�..
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