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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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All is going well until a big surprise sweeps Erestor and Lindir off their feet.
Third Age, 109
Imladris
It was a lovely, early spring day in Imladris. The flowers were beginning to bloom and a cool breeze blew through the air, bringing with it, the various scents of newly blooming foliage and new life. The days had been filled with chaos for the past several months in anticipation and preparation for the wedding of Lord Elrond to the daughter of Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn of Lothlórien, Celebrían. As the valley prepared to welcome their new Lady and witness the wedding, Erestor and Lindir had run themselves ragged trying to make every detail perfect. Not only was Lindir in charge of the music and entertainment, he was also in charge of entertaining Celebrían and seeing to all her needs, while also assisting Erestor with his duties in all the other aspects of the ceremony. His duties ranged from making seating arrangements, sending invitations, clearing housing for guests, approving the menu, acquiring supplies, etc., and for several weeks the two elves often worked from before dawn to well after dusk every day with few breaks in between, having the fortitude to not only complete their normal duties, but to pull off an extravagant wedding as well.
Finally, having had enough of seeing his chief counselor and head minstrel, who were also his closest friends, run themselves weary to the bone, Elrond had stormed into their office this morning, throwing open the door. He insisted they take this day off to rest. When Erestor protested, Elrond threatened to get Glorfindel to physically remove the counselor. Preparations were well under way for the upcoming wedding and even the normal business of the realm was caught up on. He forced his friends outdoors for some fresh air and demanded they eat three full meals. When they tried to argue, Elrond persisted, joking he would not stand to have his best man and minstrel fall over from exhaustion on the day of his wedding, and his new wife and her family thinking he is some kind of dictator. That is how Lindir found himself lounging in the grass on the hill located behind the Homely House and within sight of the mighty Bruinen River, book in hand, relaxing and watching his closest friends do the same.
Glorfindel sat, legs spread, back against a great oak tree, some distance away from Lindir. Sitting with his back pressed to Glorfindel’s chest and the golden warriors arms around him was Erestor. Lindir silently pondered if the arms around Erestor were an attempt for Glorfindel to snuggle with his mate, or whether Glorfindel was required to physically restrain him in order to get the work-centered advisor to remain outside and take a break on his day off, rather than trying to sneak back inside to do more work. The couple softly whispered together, of what Lindir knew not. Lindir looked upon his friends with affection, and perhaps even a slight bit of envy. While happy they had found a soul deep love with each other, Lindir wished to have a love like theirs for himself, however, he despaired of it ever being so. The only one he had ever had feelings for had thrown him away and he doubted he had the heart to find the broken pieces of himself to be put back together for another. So, instead, he chose to bask in the love that radiated for his friends. He watched as Glorfindel placed kisses on the fastidious counselor’s neck, working his way up to the tip of his ear. Slender fingers reached back to caress the blonde elf’s thighs. Lindir blushed as Erestor moaned and Glorfindel ran his hands down the front of Erestors dark robes. Feeling a bit like a voyeur, Lindir silently stood and journeyed back toward the house. He would journal for a while, something he made a habit of doing every day, even if it was just a sentence or two. After grabbing the well worn, leather bound notebook, he headed to the East gardens to reflect on an incident recently well resolved for him.
Lindir spent the next few hours reading and writing in his journal. A worn strip of thin leather marked a significant spot in this journal, a spot Lindir never ventured back past when reading previous entries. Those were much too painful to relive. Instead he spent some time journaling of his most recent troubles and their resolution.
Aye! How I dismayed when Master Erestor revealed that the King and Queen of the Greenwood, as well as their young son and relevant members of their court, were to be invited to Lord Elrond and Lady Celebrían’s wedding. It took all my strength and will power not to cry out and flee in distress, despite there being little to no likelihood of them actually accepting and attending. My stomach began to knot with nausea and my mind began to breakdown at the thought. Instead of succumbing, I swallowed it all back for the time being and did as I was assigned or the moment, copying invite after invite that may bring about my doom. I fear if anyone would have taken a steady look upon me, I would have appeared a wooden puppet, functioning only on rote memory. For weeks, my stomach was knotted with anxiety and I could barely eat. I was jumpy and was easily startled. I didn’t even dare write of it here in my trusted journal, lest it manifest their attending into reality! Elrond and Erestor began looking at me again as if something was wrong with me again, like the last time my mind fled me. Eventually, as always can be counted on, time moved forward, and day by day the deadline for the reservations from the invitation to Mirkwood had passed. No word came from The Woodland Realm, which indicated a decline in attendance. It was rather rude of them, in my opinion, to send no congratulatory remarks. Hmm… maybe they will more toward the actual wedding date. Anyways, back to the greatest news of all, Greenwood was taken off the list of guests attending. I let out a huge breath of air that it felt like he had been holding for a lifetime. I could breathe again and was now able to relax, some, and focus back on my duties. Food began to taste sweet again on my tongue.The desolation that had begun to overcome is now fading. For my lack of luck in life, this certainly worked in my favor. Oh joyous day!
Lindir closed his journal after waving the book back and forth several times, ensuring the ink had dried. He ventured back inside to his rooms, located near the family wing of the home, locking the confidential material away in a small chest nestled in the back of his wardrobe. No one could see the contents in that book, it would reveal all his hard kept secrets. Lindir often felt bad for his evasions about his past and the white lies he had told others in the past regarding his well being, especially where Elrond and Erestor were involved. Even though they were his closest friends, he just could not reveal his secrets. It was too painful and he was too afraid of losing everything that he rebuilt himself to be.
Lindir straightened up and dusted off his hands. Since he was relieved of his duties tonight for singing in the Hall of Fire, Lindir decided to spend some time practicing on his newest harp. For his most recent begetting day, Lord Elrond had so very graciously had craftsmen from Gildor’s Wandering Company, who had stopped for the autumn and winter to stay at the Homely House, produce a triple harp to present to Lindir on his special day. Lindir had loved the gift, but it was a particularly difficult variety of harp to master. Once one did, however, nothing could compare. Lindir hoped to present enough mastery of the instrument to play a song he had written for his Lord and Lady at their ceremony. He began to strum and pluck at the strings and lost himself in the beauty of the music. When he finally came back to himself he found the moon had already travelled far in the sky. It was well past time for sleep, he had to be up early again to resume his duties. This day was a truly refreshing break for Lindir, but it was back at staring in the early morning.
Lindir and Erestor continued to work frantically on the wedding as well as every day business. It was coming closer and closer to the magical day. It was a month before the wedding when Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn travelled to Imladris with Celebrían in tow. They had come early to assist with the last minute preparations and approvals for the event. They also wanted to cherish the last few weeks with their daughter and get to know Elrond and his inner circle more intimately. Lindir was flattered to be included in that inner circle. Lindir found that he and Lady Celebrían got on famously. His gentle soul made for the perfect companion to the Lady. She also greatly enjoyed his music and could often be found in song with the minstril. His duties soon changed over to escorting and assisting Lady Celebrían when Elrond was not available. They became fast friends and confidants. Lindir felt a little guilty as between his duties to Lady Celebrían and trying to finish organizing the music and entertainment for the wedding, he felt like he was abandoning Erestor. Erestor assured him that was not the case and shooed him away whenever he inquired about the issue, telling him to get back to work so that all would be done.
In the business and chaos, as well as because of the joy in his heart for his new found friendship with Lady Celebrían, the days seemed to pass with an unnerving speed. Guests began arriving from outlying villages and other realms, and the Homely house was soon almost filled to capacity. Tents were put up in the back yard and training field for the lesser nobles and visitors who would not fit in the house. A new barracks and stables were constructed to house the various guards and warrior escorts that had tagged along, and many in the community who lived in cottages and homes outside of the main Homely House were willing to open their doors as well to visitors. Nearly all their expected guests had arrived. It was a week until the actual ceremony was to take place, but all would spend the week in various engagements and celebrations.
The morning of the beginning of festivities, Lindir carefully closed his journal that he had spent the last few minutes writing in to clear his mind for the day, while he had a spare moment. Setting the well used book on his desk, he would bury it back inside of the chest of his closet, after he covered the harp he had been practising on this morning in preparation for tonight’s feast. It was growing close to afternoon and he was preparing to join Lady Celebrían at a luncheon with her parents and her Marchwarden “brothers,” adopted long ago by the Lord and Lady when they were children and their mother and father had passed. Before he could move from his harp, his door burst open and Erestor came flying in like a madman. His eyes were wide, his hair tangled, as if he had been pulling at it. He began pacing back and forth across the room, panting as if he had ran to the minstrels room.
“Lindir!” Erestor exclaimed. “This is an emergency! A catastrophe!. A disaster!” Erestor continued to pace back and forth, back and forth rambling quickly on. “What are we going to do? Where are we going to put them? I am going to need you to review all housing available in the house and on the grounds and rearrange as necessary. We must see if the villagers can take more in! I can’t believe this has happened, after all of our hard work!”
Erestor was almost in tears. Erestor never cried. Had he finally reached his limit? Was he having a breakdown? What was wrong with the housing? Lindir grabbed Erestor by the shoulders and forced him to stop moving around. “Calm down,” Lindir cooed in his most soothing voice. “Whatever it is, I am sure it is not the end of the world. Tell me what is troubling you and what I can do to help. We will solve this together,” the white haired elf reassured. “Now tell me, mellon-nin, what has you running about so, as if a horde of orcs are about to attack.”
“Very nearly so!” cried Erestor. “Only it is not orcs, it is Thranduil!”
Lindir froze, not believing what his ears were hearing. In his state, Erestor did not notice Lindir’s distress. “What are you talking about, Thranduil?” Lindir queried shakily. Ah huh, what?... Did he… send some kind of hostile message?”
“No mellon-nin. He is here!”

Translations
mellon-nin: my friend
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