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Becoming Destiny	By : Liliana Category: -Multi-Age > Het - Male/Female Views: 3046 -:- 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.

Chapter List
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Please note that the disclaimer, pairings and warnings for this story are given at the begining of the first chapter.
Author Notes:
Kalima: Thank you so very much for the reviews you have left me. I will most certaintly keep posting!. :)
And as far as the question you had about the end of " Dismissed", the answer will be found when I post chapter ten of this story...
Erobey: Thank you, sweety. I see you have three new chapters of " Feud" up. I can't wait!!!. I might actually have some free time next week and I plan on having myself a read-a-thon!. :) :)
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CHAPTER 7:
Last Homely House: Third Age
Elrond Peredhel, Lord of Imladris, had just sat himself down with a cup of his favorite morning tea when the door to his opulent study burst open, revealing a very flustered Melpomaen. The Lord's finely shaped eyebrow arched up in annoyance, a mild rebuke coming to his lips only to fade unuttered as Elrond took in the panicked look in the young elf's eyes. The Lord rose from his chair as Melpomaen, wringing his hands, began to stutter.
" M-my Lord! P-p-please...Y-you m-m-must c-come!."
Elrond quickly moved to stand in front of Melpomaen, placing calming hands on the trembling shoulders, while locking his intense gaze with the young assistant's.
" Calm yourself pen-neth and tell me what is amiss."
" L-Lord E-E-Erestor s-screaming" the shaken elf took a gulping breath " My Lord! He won't stop s-screaming!."
The hands on his shoulders tightened almost painfully as the Lord asked through clenched teeth " Where?."
" S-s-study.." Melpomaen gasped.
Elrond quickly took charge.
" Fetch Glorfindel, have him get the medicine bag from my chambers, he knows the one. Then go to the kitchens, get a tea pot of warm water and a cup and bring them to Erestor's study. Understand?."
The young assistant nodded, eyes wide.
" Good. Now go. And Melpomaen... say nothing."
" Aye, my Lord."
As Elrond rushed ever closer to his friend's aid, his sharp ears could detect the faint sound of screams coming through the thick dwarven-built stone walls of the famed Library of Imladris, where Erestor's study was also located. A small group of elves gathered before the entrance quickly dispersed at the Lord's approach, leaving behind only the house guards assigned to that wing. Elrond beckoned two of them over.
" Let no one inside but Lord Glorfindel and Melpomaen." he ordered.
The two guards bowed, taking up their posts besides the great doors as the Lord entered. Elrond made his way grimly through the library.
So it had finally come to pass....

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He had met Erestor when the advisor had arrived in Lindon, leading a group of refugees from the sacked city of Gondolin. Gil-Galad, recently crowned High King of the Noldor after Turgon's tragic death, offered the dark advisor a position in his newly-formed court and had bid his herald, Elrond Peredhel, to help Erestor get settled into his new home. The sometimes fiery herald and the always reticent advisor had struck an unlikely friendship, perhaps because both carried features that set them apart from other elves. Elrond, because of his part human and Maia heritage, Erestor because of his coloring and...
It was not until the Battle of the Last Alliance that Elrond discovered his friend's secret.
Erestor had been gravelly injured by a sword strike to his back and Elrond, already a renowned healer, had insisted that his friend not be carried to where the host from Lindon was camped. Although he had not seen the advisor since the last supper they had shared in Lindon, on the eve of Elrond's departure to his newly established haven of Imladris, the friendship had not waned. So Elrond, aware of the advisor's almost fanatical need for privacy, had him carried to his own tent in the Imladrian campsite instead.
It was there, when he laid the injured elf on his stomach upon the cot and cut away the garments, that he had seen...
The wound, which should have been fatal, healed at an atonishing rate. Far quicker than could be accounted for even an elf's superior recuperative powers. A mere four days later, Elrond had watched as Erestor opened his eyes, saw realization dawn into them and felt his heart break at the self-loathing and shame that filled the ebony orbs.
" So now you know." Erestor's voice had been a harsh rasp. " Has anyone else...?."
" Nay, meldir. No one else has seen you."
Elrond had then laid his hand over his friend's and had felt the other elf stiffen reflexively, before yielding to the touch.
" Do you want to tell me about it, mellon nin?."
He had watched, with some alarm, as Erestor's face momentarily twisted with feral fury before settling back into it's familiar coldness.
" Never speak of it!. Not to me, not to anyone. I want your oath Elrond." The advisor had gritted and Elrond had squeezed his hand, reasuringly.
" You have it. Only this last thing will I say: Know that should you ever need to unburden, I will always be there for you. I worry about what might happen meldir, if you continue to carry this alone."
Erestor's lips had twisted in a bitter smile.
" Worry not for me Elrond. I have long ago learned to live with it."
But Elrond had known better....

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The door to Erestor's study was locked. Elrond muttered a very un-elven curse as he drew the master key he always carried within his robes and inserted it into the keyhole. With a soft click, the door handle yielded and Elrond braced himself as he glided into the room.
Inside, the screams were deafening.
Erestor lay on his side in front of the hearth. His arms were wrapped around his stomach and his knees were drawn up as he curled into himself in short jerking motions, like a catepillar being prodded by a careless finger. His hair obscured much of his face, save for his mouth, which was opened wide as the advisor continued to vent his torment. Elrond rushed to kneel beside his friend, his arms seeking to soothe the writhing elf. At his touch, Erestor became instantly still, his voice cut of at mid-scream.
" Erestor, I am here meldir."
Elrond's hand reached out to smooth away the hair covering the suffering face, only to freeze in mid-air as a terrifying growl tore from Erestor's throat. Suddently, Elrond found himself pinned on his back upon the floor, his wrists held in iron grips above his head as the advisor straddled him.
Erestor lowered his face to within inches of Elrond's, his hair falling around them both like battered midnight silk. The Lord of Imladris felt an icy fear grip his heart. He could see no hint of recognition in his friend's wild eyes and his stomach lurched when Erestor began sniffing loudly about his neck. Laying perfectly still, Elrond began to softly hum an elven lullaby that the advisor had often sang to Elrond's children when they were but tiny elflings. The sniffing stopped and Erestor cocked his head as the beautiful melody washed over his broken mind bringing him, finally, back to himself.
With a heartrending moan, the advisor let go of Elrond's wrists and scrambled away until he hit the back of the raised hearth. There he sat, silvery tears streaming down his face as he looked at Elrond with haunted eyes.
That is how Glorfindel found them.
TBC...
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