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Undomiel	By : Anu Category: -Multi-Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 4229 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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�Where do we go now, Ada?� Elladan dared ask his glowering father, cowering as the muttering was interrupted and the gray glare redirected from the ground to his person.
Elladan swallowed noisily.
Elrond answered non-commitally. �Lorien, probably. I find I do not wish to go home. Would you like to see your grandmother again?� He asked pleasantly, still shooting Elladan looks to kill, avoiding mention of Galadriel�s Sindarin husband Celeborn, or her Sindarin girlfriend, Nimarathiel.
Elladan nodded and reined in his horse to drop behind and thus escape the broiling glare.

Elrohir looked at him, one brow raised in terror. He shrugged at his twin and cowered as he literally felt Elrond�s scorching gaze pass over them.
It was going to be a long ride.
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�Elrond, and my grandsons. Lorien welcomes you with open arms. Will you stay among us long?� Galadriel asked in her quiet, contemplative way.
�Only a month or so, Ama. We do not yet wish to return to Imaldris, having ridden forth upon an errand fulfilled. We thank you for the grace of Lothlorien�s sheltering bowers, for the sweet music of the Nimrodel, and the peace of the lands therein that you have granted for our brief stay.� Elrond said with a bow, all traces of his dark mood swept effectively under the rug.
The noldor with him eyed the sindar all around, but followed their lord�s example and bowed gratefully. Celeborn appeared and walked to stand beside his wife, the non-Peredhel noldor bristling. �Haldir and his brothers will return to the border from which they led you after they have shown you to your talans.� Celeborn announced, and Galadriel bequeathed him with a rare smile.
�Thank you, you are most kind.� Elrond said stiffly, turning to follow the three tall sindar, regretting Erestor was not here. Erestor was brilliant at dealing with the repulsively blonde, regrettably fair sindar in a polite fashion. Alas, it was best to have left him at home, keeping Imaldris.
He found himself walking beside a harsh-featured sindar whom the others, Rumil and Haldir, apparently named thus for the famous historical figures, called Orophin. He fancied that the elf gave him a most Orc-like sneer as he turned away after delivering them to their talans.
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The noldor remained in the haven of Lothlorien for the said month, keeping to themselves, but for the necessary meetings and dealings with the sindar and half-sindar residents of Lorien.
Elladan and Elrohir befriended the haughty brothers, Rumil, Orophin and Haldir enough to learn bowmanship from them, but after several events in which the five young elves looked like drunken gondorians who�d been in a bar brawl after sparring sessions, Elrond forbade his sons to spar with any residents of Lorien.
Aside of that, things were peaceful, and Elrond got a rest he had not known he needed. Galadriel spoke not of important matters when they conversed, and he began to forget his anger over the events in Mirkwood.
When they had been there nearly a month, Elrond began to consider leaving Glorfindel there in Mirkwood with Thranduil forever. He had wronged him, taken away all his choice in the matter. Why should he want to stay with him? Better that he love the blonde from afar than hate him in close quarters.
With this thought foremost, he began to feel a measure of peace.
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One evening, Galadriel called for him.

He followed the unnecessarily fleet-footed maiden to Galadriel�s private arbor, and to his pleasure, the Noldorin Lady was there alone.
�Elrond!� She cried, rising and holding out her hand in greeting. He took it at the elbow in a firm, strong grip of well-meaning friendship, then released her and sat at her gesture.
She studied him silently, as she studied everyone. He remained calm. Finally she spoke. �I have hoped long for peace between the two peoples of this land. Eldalie should have some form of kinship these days, should they not? For though Morgoth�s dangers are defeated, Sauron�s are not yet.�
She turned, looked at him then. �You are troubled within yourself. I can see it. What is it that makes you fear desire, hate hope, and grow angry over love and its betrayals?�
It was too late to hide it; her eyes were far seeing, so he could not lie. �Glorfindel.� He stated.
Her attitude remained cool. �You have wronged him. And he has wronged you. The only question left is, should amends be made?�
Elrond pondered that to himself until the moon rose into the sky. �I would like to make them. But I do not know if he does.�
She looked at him contemplatively. �He should, I feel, but I am only Galadriel, and do not know. I don�t think he himself knows. We will go and look into my mirror, and then what we see, we shall see.�
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Galadriel�s mirror, filled with clear waters to the brim, looked as still as the glossy waters of a still lake. It held no mysteries now, as he looked upon it, but he knew that it�s magic was not in it�s waters, but in it�s Lady.
�I have no rights to see what you shall see, husband-of-my-daughter, unless you bid me look and see.� She informed him, standing to one side of the clearing.
�Then so I bid you. May you see all that I see, and make of it sense should I understand it not.�
Galadriel came and stood on the opposite side of the mirror. �Look then, and see.� She invited him.
Elrond bent over the small fountain, and for a moment there was naught to see. Then in the night-dark water, Glorfindel appeared. He was lying bare on a bed, awake, moon shadows playing on his fair form. There was someone beside him, and Elrond�s anger fanned at the sight of the violet eyes glazed in sleep. Thranduil.
He gritted his teeth and looked beyond the form against the back of his one-time lover, at Glorfindel. As he watched, a single tear rolled down the pale cheek and fell into the golden mane, his lips mouthing one word in poignant sadness. Elrond.
Elrond felt stricken, but then Glorfindel�s sorrowed face lost its focus and he could see the familiar lines of his body in plain contrast to the bedding and the other nude form. There was something off about it, and with a jolt Elrond saw that the clean lines and hard planes had given way to a round belly like�a woman with child�s.
Eyes wide, he looked at Galadriel, who watched him, her face expressionless. �What does this mean?� He asked.
�Glorfindel was born in the first age, during a time of peace after Beleriand was settled, and the Valar were graceful in that time and granted the gift of childbearing to both women and men of the eldalie. Rare and few were the men who possessed the ability and used it, even in those days before darkness rose. Nearly none live now, except the very oldest who haven gen granted lives in Valinor.� She fell silent, watching him.

�Glorfindel bears�my child?� Elrond asked in amazement, sitting down on the grass suddenly as his knees failed him.
�Yours, and no one else�s.� Galadriel confirmed.
Elrond remained stunned, before the reality of what he�d done to the blonde that had driven him hopelessly away sunk in and he bent his head between his knees in anguish. �What have I done to him?� He said, amid sobs.
�You have given him a treasure, but at great price. This will be the only child he ever has through himself, but the reward is worth the loss. This child that costs him his gift and takes with it all the strength and light and hope that would nourish many, will be most beautiful and strong. I foresee nothing else that I could tell you now, for your heart could not bear it.� She told him gently, and left him alone in the clearing with his sorrow.
Several hours later, when the moon had sunk below the trees of Lothlorien, Celeborn came to the clearing, and sat within a of of the weeping noldor curled in the grass.

He waited.
After some time, Elrond looked at the sindar lord, sobbing brokenly. Celeborn regarded him calmly. �What did you see?� He asked.

With some effort, Elrond replied. �Glorfindel.�

�And how was he?�

�Crying. I hurt him.�

�Did he speak?�

�Yes.�

�And what did he say?�
Elrond fell silent, remembering what the blonde had mouthed. �My name.� He answered.

�Why?�

Elrond wondered that himself. He shrugged.

�I know why.�

He looked over sharply at the seated sindar lord.

�He loves you yet.�

�Still?� Elrond wondered. After all I�ve done to him?
�He�ll always love you, Elrond. He needs you. He called to you, and you alone. Go to him.� Celeborn bade gently, rising and leaving the clearing.
Even in a nest of sindar, he dared speak my name. Such an offense, in the king�s bed no less, he could be killed for. Should I come to him? Elrond wondered darkly.
He cried late into the night, and at dawn his sons came and woke, collected and comforted him; as awed by the evening�s turn of events as he was upset by them.
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