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The Returned	By : Liliana Category: -Multi-Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 8591 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- 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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Please note that the disclaimer and warnings for this story are given at the begining of the first chapter.
Author Notes: My heartfelt thanks to all who are taking the time to read this story. And especially to those of you who have reviewed it. Your kind words give the impetus to to try and tell the tale in the best way I can! Hannon lle. :)
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CHAPTER 15:
Glorfindel reclined upon the daybed set up against the far wall of the small sitting room adjacent to the chamber where Erandir lay, still lost in a drug-induced sleep.
Craddled in the warrior's arms, dark head resting on his chest, Erestor likewise lay in reverie, having quietly sobbed himself into exhaustion. And though the Balrog Slayer, too, felt strained nearly beyond endurance, he refused to allow his own body any rest, lest one or the other of these two who were most dear to his heart should wake and have need of him. So he lay with his arms wrapped protectively around his estranged love and, like Elrond was doing in another chamber, let his thoughts drift back in time...
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He had first fallen in love with Erestor on the same day that he had also first laid eyes upon Erandir, when the elfling and his parents had come to Imladris to visit with the dark-haired advisor.
Nay. That was not entirely true.
More accurately, it was on that day that he had finally realized he was in love with Erestor. Desperately and deeply in love. And that perhaps he had been so from the moment of their very first meeting...
Glorfindel's arrival to Lindon, in the year 1300 of the Second Age, had been greeted with nearly-unprecedented fanfare. It seemed as if everyone living within the fabled city had turned out to get a glimpse of the Balrog Slayer. Elves were lined along both sides of the quartz-paved avenue leading up to the palace. Their smiling faces and colorful garb a veritable feast for the colbat-colored eyes of the legendary warrior, so recently returned from the Halls of Mandos.
High above, atop the spiraling flagpoles that likewise lined the avenue at intervals, richly embroidered pennants fluttered gayly in the gentle breeze. And their movement danced in concert with the heralding notes played by the long-stemmed trumpets that shone brightly under the warm rays of Anor. Yet for all these wondrous sights, it was the sweet sound of elven voices raised in joyous song that had so buoyed Glorfindel's spirit, that his feet seemed to glide atop the glittering roadway until, at last, he was before the awaiting High-King of the Noldor.
Ereinion, called Gil-galad, stepped down from the dais where the rest of his court still stood and the crowd fell silent, as his strong voice warmly intoned the formal words that officially welcomed Glorfindel to the city. A few moments later that silence gave way to a chorus of cheers when Gil-galad's herald, Elrond Peredhel, likewise stepped down and throwing all decorum to the wind, tightly embraced the reborn warrior who had so valiantly given his life to save that of Elrond's own sire, during the fall of Gondolin. It was an embrace that Glorfindel gladly returned, for Elrond was the very reason he once more walked among the living, having been sent back by the Valar to serve and protect this peredhel lord, whose future house would be irrevocably entwined to the very fate of Arda.
It was after this most emotional of moments, as Elrond finally stepped away, that Glorfindel's eyes happened to alight upon those waiting on the dais.
How could he have known then that the somber figure standing unobstrusively just behind the foremost row of the king's courtiers, would be as much a part of his destiny as Elrond?. For at the time, he had thought that the reason his gaze became riveted to that particular elf, was simply because the black-clad form seemed so glaringly at odds with the festive surroundings.
Erestor. That was the name given to him by Elrond, when the slender figure finally came forth to be introduced. Glorfindel had been surprised when the elf, who was but Elrond's scribe, gave him only a brief bow before returning to his place. Unlike the ebullient greetings given by all others, not a single word had passed the lips of the dark-haired scribe. And it was then that Glorfindel, in an uncharacteristic fit of pique, decided that he did not like this ' Erestor'.
No. He did not like him...at all.
Yet as Glorfindel got settled into the city of Lindon, he often found himself drawn to the vast library in the palace, because that was where Erestor spent his days. It had become an obsession for the reborn warrior to see if he could get some sort of reaction out of the preternaturally composed scribe. But despite utilising all the wiles of his considerable charm, the Balrog Slayer's efforts were for naught. Erestor treated him with unflailing, yet utterly impersonal respect, while never so much as deigning to maintain any direct eye-contact. Until finally one afternoon Glorfindel, having reached the end of his patience, all but demanded that the dark-haired elf look at him. Only to find, when Erestor coolly complied, that those equally dark eyes were completely devoid of emotion. Glorfindel let Erestor be after that day. Though the somber elf's disinterest never quite ceased to rankle him. And his dislike of the scribe became evident in the remarks he sometimes made to the assorted lovers he took during his long centuries in Lindon. Lovers, who were all invariably possessed long, dark hair...
It was not until the war between the elves and the dark lord Sauron began, in the year 1693 of the Second Age, that Glorfindel once again came to spend time in the company of Erestor. Many were the councils held in Gil-galad's vast study at which their presence, along with that of the other advisors, warriors and scribes, was required. And their contact became even closer when two years later, the High-King sent Elrond to Eregion, at the head of a large army.
Glorfindel and Erestor came to see one another in a different light during the strife that followed. The hardship of those years and the tragic loss of Celebrimbor, maker of the three elven rings of power, forged a strong friendship between the two elves. A friendship that along with the one they each shared with Elrond, was to form the very foundation upon which the haven of Imladris would be built.
For nearly two millenia, the shadow of Sauron was felt upon Arda. Until at last, an alliance between elves and men was formed that resulted in his defeat, though it came at the cost of many lives. Among them that of Oropher, King of the Greatwood; Elendil, King of the Numenorians and Gil-galad, High-King of the Noldor. But with the vanquishment of Sauron, peace began to be known again in all the land, as the Second Age drew to a close.
It was at the first century-mark of the Third Age that Elrond took the Lady Celebrian, daughter of Celeborn and Galadriel, to wife. Their marriage heralded a new begining for Imladris. The arrival of the kind and wise lady infused the valley's denizens with renewed hope and thus, a great period of joyous labor ensued. New buildings were erected, the library was expanded to become the greatest repository of knowledge in all of Arda, and gardens of unsurpassed beauty were planted. Though perhaps the most shinning accomplishment of those times, was in the labor of love that came to fruition with the birth of twin sons to the ruling lord and lady.
For Glorfindel and Erestor, the birth of the heirs to Imladris added yet another enriching facet to their close friendship, as both became devoted uncles to the elflings. Through the following years, the legendary warrior and the now-second advisor also became equally devoted tutors. And the lighthearted bickering they often engaged in, over which of them deserved to take the credit for the fine elves that Elladan and Elrohir were turning out to be, was the cause of great amusement for all in the Last Homely House. As were the times when the two would try to foist blame upon one another, on the occassions when the mischievous twins were caught in one of their many pranks. Though that argument was invariably won by Erestor, for all were well aware of the example set by Glorfindel's own procletivity for practical jokes.
Never would the two ancient elves have guessed that it would be another elfling, who would forever change the course of their lives...
The twins were some three decades past their majority when Elrond's chief advisor, Lord Gaernur, heard the call of the sea. And though all were sad to see him go, they were equally joyous when the Lord of Imladris named his old friend, Erestor, as successor to the post. In truth, no other was better suited to become second-in-command. And no other was more pleased to see Erestor finally get his due, than Glorfindel.
One month later, Erestor's adar and naneth arrived at Imladris to congratulate their son on his prestigious new appointment. With them, they brought an elfling, barely ten years of age. This was Erestor's brother, Erandir, an unexpected blessing to parents that had thought themselves long past the time of bearing young. The little one had ridden into the courtyard of the Last Homely House atop a noble steed, nestled by the protective arms of his naneth as he looked all around with enormous slate-blue eyes. And it had been at that moment, when Erestor's face became utterly transformed by the most radiant of smiles upon sighting the elfling, that Glorfindel realized he would give anything, everything, to have the advisor smile thus at him.
After the formal feast that night, when all adjourned to the Hall of Fire to enjoy a more relaxed atmosphere, Glorfindel began to raise glass after glass in toast to the new Chief Advisor of Imladris. And with each toast, his speeches grew more extravagant, until those gathered were laughing out loud, while Erestor shook his head and tried in vain to hide his flaming cheeks behind his usual reserve.
The advisor was still shaking his head as he led a decidely tipsy Glorfindel back to his chambers, when the festivities finally came to an end. And so intent had he been on muttering about the vagraries of drunken warriors, that he was completely taken aback when his friend pushed him against the wall and then proceeded to kiss him nearly breathless.
" You are drunk." Erestor had scolded after the kiss ended, panting slightly as his cheeks blushed anew.
" True." Glorfindel responded. " But I think I have loved you since the day I first saw you in Lindon...and that is also true."
The Balrog Slayer looked deeply into Erestor's eyes then, letting the other see for himself the veracity of those words, before asking the all-important question.
" Could you love me, Erestor?."
Time became suspended for the two elves facing each other in the shadowed hall. Then a soft, heartfelt whisper gave answer.
" Yes...Yes, Glorfindel. Yes..."
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A sudden jerking from the body nestled in his arms brought Glorfindel abruptly back to the present, as he heard a soft whimper muffled against his chest.
" No..."
" Shhh, meleth nin. I am here...sleep easy." He soothed, and the still-sleeping Erestor calmed once more.
The warrior placed a tender kiss upon the dark head of his beloved, his eyes gazing out to the chamber on the other side of the open doorway, where the large form of Erandir lay. He did not know what the morrow would bring. But he did know that they all faced a long, hard road ahead.
Yet Glorfindel was undaunted.
He had already once lost both, Erestor and Erandir, to the cruelties of fate. He would not allow it to happen again...
TBC...
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