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Battle of the Heart	By : Erviniae Category: -Multi-Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3842 -:- 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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Chapter 4
Shadows played across his vision. The room enveloped in darkness save for a single candle lit near the small reading table in the farthest corner near the window. In that chair he saw a figure reading-his heart began to race..."Fin?" came the hopeful plea. He watched as the book was closed and gently placed on the table. The figure stood and went to the side of his bed. Erestor felt groggy, like he could not fully awaken. He shook his head trying to clear it to no avail. Flopping his head back against the pillow, his eyes focused briefly on his lord.
"How are you feeling my friend?" Came the calm and strong voice of Elrond. The bed dipped as he elegantly sat by Erestor's waist.
Erestor reached his mind out to touch Glorfindel's although it came back with only the barest hint of a distant white light in his mind's eyes. Erestor shot up quickly, making his head spin in defiance of such an action. He grabbed Elrond's biceps, digging his fingers into the sinewy muscle tightly. Eyes widening in fear, he began to breathe rapidly and in a shallow manner. "Fin," his voice wheezed from lack of breath, his nails digging into Elrond's arms even tighter. Wincing, Elrond tried to calm his friend and advisor down.
"I...I...can...not...s�sense...him." His eyes blazed with fear as he steadily labored for breath.
�Erestor, calm yourself, please, before you make yourself faint from lack of breath." Sighed the healer in Elrond heavily. "Listen to me, Glorfindel is quite fine, he...he..." Oh there was no easy way to articulate what he needed to say to him. �He has closed off all but the barest of mind touch with you..."
Elrond was cut off by a gasp, "Wh ...why?" Erestor wheezed.
"He needs to concentrate on the upcoming battle my friend. Your anguish is keeping him from doing so.� Elrond replied gently as he handed Erestor a glass of water.
Erestor drank the glass of water completely down in one gulp. He then ran his hands through his hair and down his tear-streaked face. His heart, so heavy with its sorrow, had taken hold of his normally lucid mind. Sighing, he sat on the edge of his bed now, seemingly much calmer. Placing the glass back down on his bedside table, he noticed something white sticking out of his drawer. Curious, he pulled at it as Elrond�s interest was also piqued. He sucked in his breath as he immediately recognized the small neat script upon the envelope that held his name. It was Glorfindel�s hand. He held the envelope to his breast. �My lord, would you mind if I read this in privacy?�
�Of course you may, I will be in your sitting room should you have need of me.� Elrond stood and kissed the top of his dear friend�s raven hair.
�Thank you,� whispered Erestor as he set about cracking the blue waxed seal that held the envelope together. Trying to hold his tears in check, he began to read:
My Dearest Erestor,
I know that my departure is exceedingly hard on you. To be honest, if our situation were reversed, I would be faring much the same as you. Perhaps worse. You are all that I have done right in my life. I treasure all the time we have together, for it has been filled with days of pure joy, and nights of unspeakable ecstasy.
Though, most of all, I value our friendship, for you are my best friend. In you I know my heart is safe, my jokes are tolerated, and our silences are comforting. I know that I was allowed my rebirth for you as well as to serve the House of Elrond.
Please do not harbor ill will for my closing of our mind�s touch. I treasure you within my heart every second of every hour, though I need to give my mind to this conflict; as captain I owe no less to my elves and their families. Be strong for me my love, and remember that I will come back to you. For you are the keeper of my heart, the warmer of my feet, the scratcher of my back, the ear to my tales, the massager of my muscles, the stroker of my elfhood, and the sheath to my sword. See, I have made you blush and smile haven�t I?
Please lean on Elrond and Celebrian as your need seems fit to and continue your work; write the poetry you have been meaning to, transcribe those histories of Gondolin that you have wanted to do. Do all but grieve for I will be home soon, into your arms, where I belong.
Yours in life and soul and blood,

Glorfindel
Erestor had tears streaming down his face, though this time they were tears of joy. For he had laughed aloud at his husband�s humor and he had indeed blushed at his words. Silly elf, he told himself. Kissing the parchment, he folded it neatly and placed it once more in his drawer.
Crossing the room he entered the sitting room. Elrond was lightly dozing in the comfortable chair by the fireplace. Clearing his voice, he awoke his startled friend. �Elrond, please, go sleep, my friend, I will be fine tonight. I have to be stronger for Fin, it is the least I can do to honor his sacrifice.�
Elrond could sense no lie in his counselor�s words or in those eyes of blackest coal. Bringing Erestor to him in a comforting hug, he kissed his cheek tenderly. �You will get me if you need me, correct? If your grief is too much?� Elrond looked directly into Erestor's eyes.
�Yes, I promise, now go, you have a beautiful wife who awaits you.� They pulled away as Erestor watched Elrond leave.
�Fin, you always know what I need,� Erestor spoke aloud into the room as he went to draw a bath.
Glorfindel saw to the first night of encampment--they would only use bedrolls for sleep, reserving lean-tos if the weather turned dire. They would not set up any permanent encampment until they were at their destination, the fields outside of Fornost. It was still some weeks of almost constant traveling until they would find their objective. Walking throughout the camp, he smiled and nodded his encouragement to all he passed. His elves were ready for this hardship. He had trained them well. After a meal of simple dried meat, dried fruit, lembas and a bit of miruvor. They all settled down for the evening. Of course, some were quietly talking whilst others took turns on watch.
Glorfindel settled in the middle of his company and laid out his bedroll near a large tree. Lying flat, he folded his hands behind his head and watched the stars twinkling high in the night sky. He tried to sleep, but his mind kept wondering to twinkling dark eyes, hair as black as pitch and as soft as silk, at times it shone with hints of the bluest night. He had hopes that by now Erestor would have discovered his note, and would be of a better state of mind. A tear escaped his eye thinking of the heart wrenching pain he had seen in his husband�s eyes, as well as felt through their bond. Drifting off into a very light sleep, he thought of the first time he had ever become acquainted with Erestor�.
Gondolin�The great hall of the House of the Fountain�
Ecthelion was always the life of the party, he had played his flute along with the minstrels and some other members of his house. His parties were the envy of all. He and Glorfindel were the beloved sons of Gondolin herself, well liked and cherished for their beauty, kindness and loyalty to King Turgon. Glorfindel had his arm around Ecthelion�s shoulder for they were not only great friends, but lovers as well. Though rare, and somewhat frowned upon, this liaison was widely accepted by the citizens of Gondolin due to their love of their lords.
Scanning the crowd, as was his want, Glorfindel�s eyes strayed to an unknown elf that had just entered the hall with a beautiful red haired ellith on his arm. This elf had hair of blackest pitch, even darker than Ecthelion�s own coloring. Impossibly high cheekbones and gorgeous dark almond eyes were complimented by full lips of deep rose. The elf in question wore a tunic of rich burgundy embroidered with gold vines. Black velvet leggings and leather boots to the top of the calf, shown a slim yet muscular build.
�Glorfindel,� teased Ecthelion, �drooling is most unbecoming of a lord.�
�Forgive me Lion,� blushed the beautiful Lord of the Golden Flower.
�He is stunning, is he not? Though sadly he only has eyes for females, and rumor is he changes partners as often as ink wells.� Grinned Ecthelion. �Come, let me introduce you,� and he took Glorfindel�s hand in his as he guided him towards the dark one with the beautiful maiden on his arm.
Glorfindel did not miss the glance to his entwined hand by this one they walked towards. �Erestor!� called Ecthelion, as they stopped in front of the newly entered elf.
�Lord Ecthelion, good evening,� nodded the dark haired one.
�Master Erestor, I would be pleased to introduce you to Lord Glorfindel of the House of the Golden Flower.� Smiled Ecthelion.
�My Lord it is an honor to finally meet you,� said this Erestor with a voice that was both velvety smooth and confident as he nodded in greeting.
�Glorfindel, Erestor is the newest advisor to grace our dear King�s council rooms.�
�It is a pleasure to meet you and I am sure we will have much dealings with each other in the near future.� Nodded Glorfindel back, smiling brightly. The maiden on Erestor�s arm blushed at the sound of Lord Glorfindel�s voice. It was a voice that was both warm and sweet, with a hint of spiciness to it. They excused themselves from their present company as they were called once more to entertain another guest.

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The night caught Glorfindel staring often in Erestor�s general direction. �Tsk, tsk, Glor, you gawp, if he were inclined to males, I do think I would be worried.� Pouted Ecthelion.
�Forgive me, my dear, it is just that I have never seen features such as his.� Glorfindel found himself apologizing again.
Ecthelion sighed dramatically, �then you shall have to make it up to me later,� And he pressed a kiss to Glorfindel�s lips�.
Present time
Glorfindel smiled in remembrance, realizing that he had fallen hard for Erestor that very night and most embarrassed at how terribly obvious he was in front of Ecthelion..

Finally drifting off into slumber, Glorfindel sighed, a smile gracing his beautiful face.

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