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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 very much for your comment about my writting!. For me, the story plays out inside my mind's eye as if I was sitting in a giant cinema, except that I also experience sounds and even scents. Off course, putting it all down on paper accurately can be daunting, hence the time between updates!. As far as Erestor, I agree with you completely. Perhaps it is because he is almost always described as raven-haired, dark-eyed and wearing black robes, mmm...
Please let me know when you post your Erestor story, I would be very interested in reading it!. :)
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CHAPTER 9:
The scene that greeted the Balrog slayer upon his arrival to Erestor's study was unnerving.
Erestor leaned against the raised hearth in an untidy heap, while Elrond sat on the floor with one arm outstreched towards the advisor, as if in entreaty. Glorfindel's eyes alighted on the purple bruises wreathing Elrond's wrist and the now fully-alarmed seneschal started to move into the room, only to be halted in his tracks when the Lord's arm swung back towards him, palm up.
" Stay where you are for a moment meldir." Elrond said, his voice low and controlled.
It was then that Glorfindel turned his full attention to the soft, whimpering sounds emmanating from the direction of the hearth and his alarm deepened into shock as he took in the state Erestor was in.
Gone, was the always perfectly groomed and perfectly collected Chief Advisor of Imladris. In his place, sat a being barely recognizable as that elf. Hands, twisted into claws, laid palsied on the bunched-up robes about the advisor's lap. Legs were splayed limply upon the fine woven rug beneath. Shoulders were hunched in a parody of old age unknown to their race. Hair fell in wild tangles about the shoulders of the torn robes that exposed the alabaster chest, marred by the recent gouging of fingernails, that to the seneschal's eyes, looked to be self-inflicted. Tears ran down the flushed face and his eyes...
{ Oh, Valar! His eyes... }
His eyes were broken.
Glorfindel felt his own eyes well up with sorrow at the pitiful sight of his friend. Neither Erestor nor Elrond looked at him, their gazes still locked upon each other in silent communication. So when he heard the sound of hurried footsteps coming through the library, Glorfindel quietly backed out of the study turning to meet the approaching Melpomaen before the young elf could gain entrance.
" I'll take those." Glorfindel said, pointing to the tea pot and cup in the assistant's hands.
" But my Lord... Lord Elrond said..."
" Tea pot. Cup. Now, Melpomaen."
The younger elf blanched as he quickly handed his cargo over to the stern seneschal, who then fixed him with a hard stare.
" You are dismissed for the day, leave the library and do not return. You are to say nothing of this to anyone. Do I make myself clear?."
Melpomaen could only nod his head in affirmative, too frightened to say anything. A part of Glorfindel felt shame at seeing how badly he had scared the timid assistant. But before he could soften his words, Melpomaen was off and running back towards the library's entrance. With a sigh, the golden-haired Lord went back into the study.
Elrond turned his head as the seneschal entered, beckoning him over. Glorfindel dropped to one knee beside his friend and Lord, setting the tea pot and cup down before giving Elrond the medicine bag he had been sent to retrieve. Elrond brought one finger up to his lips, signaling for Glorfindel to remain quiet. The sable-haired Lord opened the bag and withdrew two phials, emptying several drops from each into the cup and adding warm water from the tea pot. He then dug out a slim glass tube, also from the bag, and began to stir the concoction as he addressed the advisor in a calm, soothing tone.
" Erestor, mellon nin, I am going to give you something to ease the hurt."
Elrond rose to his feet and began moving slowly towards the advisor, who cringed back against the ledge of the hearth, drawing his knees up.
" Easy, meldir... You know I would never cause you harm. Trust in me Erestor, trust in me as I trust in you..." Elrond continued, his voice taking an almost hypnotic quality.
It was to no avail. Erestor suddently scrambled away with a growl, before turning and lunging for the open doorway.
But then Glorfindel was there, wrapping his strong warrior arms around the crazed advisor who fought the grip like a thing possessed, sending them both crashing to the floor where they rolled in frenzied struggle until the Balrog Slayer succeeded in trapping his quarry into another bear hug.
This time, he held Erestor's back against his own muscular chest, inmobilizing the flailing arms before using all his strengh to sit up and pin the advisor's kicking legs beneath his own. Elrond wasted no time, knowing that Glorfindel's tenuous embrace would not long hold. Setting aside gentleness for expediency the Lord grabbed Erestor by the hair, tilting the head back so he could force the contents of the cup down the advisor's throat. The sputtering snarls soon quieted to soft whimpers and Glorfindel felt the other elf's body sag into him as the heavy sedative took effect, until Erestor yielded to limp oblivion.
The Lord of Imladris and the Balrog Slayer stared at one another over the unconscious form of their longtime friend, both panting from their exertions. Elrond placed his hand on Glorfindel's shoulder, forestalling the questions the seneschal was about to ask.
" Not yet meldiramin. We must take Erestor to his chambers. Please have the way to it cleared, he would not want anyone to see him like this."
Glorfindel acquiesced with a nod, relinquishing the advisor's body into Elrond's care before exiting the study. Elrond craddled his friend, cupping the raven-tressed head gently against his shoulder.
" Oh! Erestor... If only you had sought me out before it came to this..."
TBC...
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