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From Broken Endings to New Beginnings	By : Argleena Category: -Multi-Age > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 747 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: The following work is based on the fantasy world and characters created by J.R.R. Tolkien and I do not own them or profit from this piece of work. Original Characters are my own and marked as such (OMC, OFC).

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Lindir survives the war and finds a new home in Imaldris thanks to the care of his friends.
Second Age, 3434-3441
The War of the Last Alliance
A few hours later, Erestor woke and rose silently just before dawn broke. He gently untangled his limbs from Glorfindel’s spider like grasp, intending to allow Lindir and Glorfindel more time to rest without disturbing them. Erestor grabbed his quill and ink from his scribing bag, as well as a scrap piece of parchment and left a note with Lindir.
Lindir,
I must go meet with my Lord Elrond this morning. I will return after a few hours to check on you. Glorfindel, my golden-haired partner who arrived after you fell asleep may be there when you awake or may already have departed to see after his warriors. He is one you can trust. Help yourself to some provisions, they are in the satchel and crate in the corner or in the mid-camp, the cooks will usually make a porridge if there are resources available, for those who are hungry. Feel free to rest here if you like, you are welcome. We can talk more later. If I can return later this morning I will, otherwise this evening when my duties are complete.
~Erestor
He placed this scrap under Lindir’s hand for him to see when he woke up, then Erestor dressed quickly and efficiently braided his hair into one long braid out of his face. With that he placed a feather light kiss on his lover’s brow and swiftly made his way to the royal tents, where his meetings and duties for the day were just beginning.
Erestor dutifully moved through his meetings with Elrond, briefly mentioning his new ward to his Lord. Elrond told Erestor if he had any concerns regarding this Lindir’s health, he could call upon Elrond for assistance. Knowing Elrond, if Lindir were to stick around, he would be checking up on him regardless. Erestor assured his Lord that his guest seemed to be okay physically, but it was his emotional state that was of most concern. They then continued on with their meeting, before taking a break around mid-morning, during which Erestor returned to his tent.
Sure enough, Glorfindel had risen early and was busy looking after his warriors or attending various strategic meetings with the High King Gil-Galad and the other leaders of the many races of elves, men, dwarves, and even hobbits present. Erestor would join him shortly in these and other strategic meetings and coordination of forces. Hopefully the fighting was over for at least a short while, but one never knew when Sauron would spew forth his evil forces to engage again. Erestor noticed that Lindir was still present, sitting dejectedly on his cot, tears running silently down his dirt streaked face.
Erestor was never known to be the overly friendly type and many found him to be an aloof, but fair taskmaster. He had a cold type of beauty with his pale, icy features, rose red lips and silky straight raven hair that fell to his waist in sheets like the night sky. He almost exclusively dressed in black or dark colors, and many were intimidated by him. Erestor boasted a vast intelligence and did not suffer fools lightly. He could intimidate almost any great warrior with his sharp tongue. The only two elves that didn’t seem to hold a fear filled type of respect for the counselor were Elrond and Glorfindel. There was a reason why Gil-Galad left most dealings with Erestor to Elrond. Despite this harsh exterior, there was an elf deep down inside those black robes that cared greatly about others and worked hard for the good of others, often to his own detriment and sleepless nights. It was this sense of empathy and care that had Erestor offering this timid and desolate elf shelter with he and Glorfindel as long as he needed it, despite still being able to get little to no more information from this elf at this time. Erestor just had this feeling inside that he needed to look after this fragile elf found trapped in this inhospitable environment.
Over the course of the next few weeks, Erestor found himself pressing the stranger elf about which encampment he came from, whom he had lost, what his role was here at this bloody war. The elf returned silence to most questions, only repeating over and over, “ I have lost everything. I have no one and no home,” as tears streamed down his pale face. Erestor accepted that he was not going to receive answers regarding this broken elf’s past right away. Instead, he resigned to offering the elf shelter with him and Glorfindel. It didn’t take lauded healing skills of Elrond to diagnose that this fragile elf was fading as he grew paler, weaker, and thinner as time passed. Erestor wished he could send this devastated elf back to Imladris, however, there was not the time or resources to send any back, even the injured. For now they would all have to make this wretched land their home and cling to their hope and elven spirits to see them through to a time when they could return to their true homes and families and friends. Instead Erestor extended the invitation to journey home with the elves from Imladris if there ever were to be a conclusion to this wicked war. Lindir had nodded positively in response to that suggestion, as he had repeated many times before, his previous home was lost to him.
Feeling a connection to this new elf, Erestor made it his duty to keep the young ones spirits up and from fading. He forced the waifish elf to eat, even thoughLindir constantly complained he was not hungry and attempted to reject food. He attempted to distract Lindir’s mind by filling the lethargic elf’s day with tasks, marking him as his personal assistant. Lindir began spending days busily recording, calculating and scribing for Erestor rather than trying to slip into the sweet slumber of Námo’s calling. Erestor attempted to give Lindir a purpose to live for. During those times when Erestor could not include Lindir in his duties and during the fighting, he sent Lindir to assist the healers and to help soothe and comfort the wounded and dying. Here Lindir would assist the healers by fetching supplies, bandaging simple wounds and mixing simple poultices and herbal teas. He would clean wounds and sit with and comfort the wounded, talking or softly singing to them.
It was one such time, when Lindir was comforting a grievously wounded archer, and singing a song that rivaled the beauty of Varda Elentári herself, that Erestor discovered where Lindir’s true talents and passion lay, with song and with music. Lindir sounded as if he were one of the Ainu, his voice and the stories he told through music moved Erestor to tears. Erestor had long ago heard the songs of the great musicians such as Daeron and Maglor and found Lindir’s music to be just as sweet and moving. Gradually, over the next seven years, Lindir used his music to sing of hope to the warriors in the Imladris and nearby encampments and to bring comfort and healing to those who were suffering. When one closed their eyes they could almost imagine the we’re away from this treacherous landscape when Lindir sang.
During this time, while his husband was nourishing the young minstrel and carving out a friendship with Lindir, Glorfindel also played a role in pulling Lindir back from Námo’s fading call by offering him a friendship and building his self esteem. While it was obvious Lindir was not built for war and they would never send him into battle, he did work with Lindir on his swordsmanship, archery and knife skills so he could protect himself if it came to that. Surprisingly to Glorfindel, the fragile looking elf already possessed basic self-defensive skills in these areas. Glorfindel continued to build on this young elf’s weapon capabilities, practicing when both could spare the time. Even Lord Elrond sparred with the young elf from time to time, as well as took advantage of his scribing and healing skills he had developed, calling on Lindir to assist him from time to time. Glorfindel’s favorite thing to do when he had a free moment was to sit and listen to the beguiling songs sung from the beautiful fëa of the elf that had been once so close to fading.
While it was an additional bitter and loss filled seven years since Erestor discovered Lindir frozen in despair and grief, with the assistance of Glorfindel and Elrond, they kept Lindir grounded and from fading. Erestor found himself with a new, trusted friend, of which he would freely admit he did not have, or verily cared to have, many. There were even days now, here and there, where Lindir could find some small joy or reason to smile or even laugh. He began to speak with others, revealing his sweet and empathetic nature. As long as the topic was on the present or looking forward to the future, he would openly speak to others now and he once again began to relate to the world of the living. Where at the beginning of the war, Lindir was discovered drowning in a pool of despair, guilt, shame and self-pity, he was steadily beginning to rise out of the muck and more using his songbird wings to fly himself up to a more stable present and hopeful future. Slowly but surely, even through the ravages of this bitter war, they all fought. to bring Lindir back to the vibrant ellon they had figured him once to be,
Eventually, the day came when the Alliance had conquered Sauron and his evil minions, though it was hard won by the spilled blood, sweat and tears of others who had fallen, including many of their great leaders and Lords. Through the sacrifice of many noble elves and valiant warriors, Sauron was defeated… for now. The elves, men and dwarves all prepared to return to their homelands. All would be returning with significant losses. While the elves of Imladris were returning with far fewer elves than what they had left with, they also brought some new additions home with them, including, elves from Lindon who had no more place there now that their High King was dead, Lindir, the mysterious stranger Erestor and Glorfindel adopted and any other strays who wanted to join them along the way. Lindir gladly packed up his meager few belongings, which included a journal Lindir had on him when Erestor found him out in the cold and a few changes of ill fitted clothing passed on to him from those who had moved on to Mandos Halls and had no more use for it. With the elves of Imladris, he began the trek to his new home and future.
Lindir allowed himself only one glance over his shoulder to the last of the Greenwood party departing into the forest before heading in a different direction. He had used his greatest discretion, not wanting for his new hosts to discover his past and send him back, for his new home was with the group from Imladris, not stuck in the past. He thought he had been discreet, but Erestor, who always saw much, saw the brief glimpse back. He, however, felt no need to say anything to the young minstrel, who in Erestor’s mind was now a citizen of Imladris.

Translations
fëa- soul
ellon- male elf
Mandos Halls- where Námo brings elven souls to rest and heal after death

Names
Varda Elentári- Queen of the Valar, the Valar who set the stars in the sky and is most beloved among the elves.
Námo- the Valar in charge of the elves dead’s souls
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From Broken Endings to New Beginnings