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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.

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Please note that the disclaimer, pairings and warnings for this story are given at the begining of the first chapter.
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CHAPTER 8:
Lord Glorfindel, Seneschal of Imladris, was in the training field overseeing a new batch of cadets when a breathless Melpomaen came running up to him. At the assistant's urgently whispered words, Glorfindel felt the blood drain from his face, though he showed no sign of his distress as he motioned for one of his warriors to take over before he and Melpomaen hurriedly made their way back to the Last Homely House.
Once there, they parted ways and the seneschal rushed to Elrond's chambers to retrieve the Lord's special medicine bag, the one containing the most potent, and potentially most dangerous potions, in the revered healer's medicinal arsenal. As soon as the bag was secured under his arm, Glorfindel's steps turned towards the library and his thoughts turned towards the dark advisor.
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He had known Erestor since the elf's birth in the fair city of Gondolin and recalled the elfling's difficult childhood, his eventual blossoming, then his curious withdrawal into cold aloofness after reaching majority. The raven-haired elf had chosen a diplomatic calling and proven himself to be a cunning advisor, rising quickly through the ranks in service to King Turgon.
Their paths had often crossed in the white-marbelled halls of the palace. Erestor had always been unfailingly polite and rigidly formal towards Glorfindel, who was then known as the Lord of the House of the Golden Flower and as one of the two great captains charged with the defense of the city. The other being Ecthelion, Lord of the Fountain, who had at one time tutored a young Erestor in the warrior arts.
Ecthelion, who had been Glorfindel's friend and lover before falling in battle on the fateful day that had seen their legendary home destroyed.
Ecthelion...
Glorfindel shook his fair head, refusing to let the sudden stab of pain in his heart falter his steps. He too, had lost his life that day. Killed in a heroic combat that would forever earn him the title of Balrog Slayer and then sent back by the Valar as the only elf ever reborn in Arda, with body and memories intact, in order to protect the house of Elrond Peredhel.
So it had come to pass that when the elves were called to arms by Gil-Galad, their High King, Glorfindel had gone with Elrond to join in the Battle of the Last Alliance. It was on that grim field that he had again encountered Erestor, who was part of the war host from Lindon.
When the long siege was finally ended and the last two funeral pyres bearing the bodies of Elendil, King of men and Gil-Galad, High King of the Noldor had cooled to ashes, Elrond had taken what remained of his warrior host and departed for his newly-founded sanctuary of Imladris. As they prepared to leave the field where they had won their hollow victory, Elrond had asked the dark advisor not to return to Lindon, but to come with him instead and be chief advisor to his house. And so the Lord of Imladris had led the way home, with Glorfindel and Erestor riding at his side.
And at his side they had remained ever since.
The three friends had worked hard over the centuries to make Imladris a safe haven of learning and beauty. When Elrond had taken his beloved Celebrian as spouse, Glorfindel and Erestor had been the first ones to raise their glasses in toast to the new Lady of Imladris. They had rejoiced at the birth of each of the Peredhil young, and had helped raise and tutor the elflings they each loved as their own. After the Lady's vicious despoilment at the hands of an orc band, they had mourned her departure to the Undying Lands, even as they became the two pillars of strengh that kept the whole of Imladris from falling apart.
Times of sorrow and times of happiness had forged their friendship. Yet, in some ways, Erestor had always remained apart..aloof..alone. In all the millenia Glorfindel had known him the advisor had never taken a lover, even though there had been more than a few elves that would have gladly shared their beds and even their hearts with the raven-tressed Lord.
Glorfindel himself had, after a rare evening of drunken revelry, tried to seduce the advisor to his own bed. It was a clumsy attempt, born of the Balrog Slayer's desire to ease the terrible loneliness he could sense in his friend and fueled by the exotic depths of those ebony eyes, that creamy skin, the luscious mouth... He had taken that mouth with his own, plunging his tongue inside at Erestor's startled gasp and for the briefest of moments, had felt the advisor yield. But then Erestor had roughly shoved him away, running off as if the hordes of the Dark Lord were behind him.
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Their friendship had been somewhat strained for decades after that incident and neither had ever mentioned it again. Still, Glorfindel wondered what could have happened in Erestor's life to make the advisor have such fear of intimate contact. As he neared the library, he had a feeling that he was about to find out...
TBC...
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