Adult-FanFiction.org : Lord of the Rings

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).

Chapter List
- 8
- 9
- 10
Erestor discovers that more people know not only the situation at hand, but more information than he knows as well. Or, Erestor tried several times to ambush Thranduil, unsuccessfully due to Lord Elrond.
Third age, 109, Imladris
Erestor hurried back down to the healing halls, journal in hand. He had already been gone for several hours, so caught up was he in reading into Lindir’s tragic history. News must have spread about Lindir quickly as elves were gossiping all along the corridors and Erestor kept hearing Lindir’s name being murmured in the crowds. Lindir was a beloved minstrel and friend to many throughout the valley. His songs soothed and comforted as well as brought joy. He was always compassionate when working with the sick or injured and always had nice things to say to and about everybody. Whereas Erestor was more withdrawn and kept to himself, Lindir loved to be around others, laughing, telling stories and making elves smile. The children all loved Lindir. He always had a jolly tune and moment to spare for an elfling.
As Erestor entered the Halls of Healing, he noticed Thranduil slipping from Lindir’s room and walking down the dark hallway to the West exit. Instantly incensed by the infuriorating invaders presence, Erestor took off to give Thranduil a severe tongue lashing if not more. How dare he disturb the one he had hurt in the first place. It was Thranduil’s fault that Lindir was even in these halls, fading. Erestor was no mere puny scribe. While he may appear smaller than many, he was a trained, deadly warrior, often fighting by Elrond’s side during the last war. He bet he could make Thranduil regretful he ever left his caves to attend his Lord’s wedding. From seemingly out of nowhere Erestor heard, “DARO!” from behind him.
Had it been anyone other than his Lord shouting the command, he would not have complied. “Elrond,” Erestor began. “You don’t understand. That no good, arrogant...”
“Enough!” Elrond cut him off once again, raising his eyebrow as Erestor complied, but very obviously under duress. “You do not understand all that is happening here. I won’t have you going afterThranduil, or anyone else for that matter.”
“But, but he…,” Erestor began again, stopping once Elrond held up a hand meant to silence
“Now is not the time,” Elrond said, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Lindir needs you now mellon nin, so calm yourself and go be with him.”
Erestor stopped himself, cleared his mind and took a deep breath. Now calmer he quietly stepped inside toward Lindir. He was seated on his bed, awake, looking out the window. Erestor set the journal aside for now and went to his emotional friend. Lindir was cold to the touch and tears continuously streamed down his face. Erestor wiped his face with a handkerchief and took ahold of one delicate hand. Erestor squeezed and wished he could transfer his body heat to his dear friend who had goosebumps and appeared to be shaking.
Wrapping a blanket around the fragile minstrel, Erestor and he sat side by side, thighs touching, Lindir’s hand clutched softly in his for several minutes. Erestor gave Lindir’s hand another squeeze and said in a quivering voice, “You are very dear to me Lindir. I do not want to lose you to fading.” He gathered the shivering ellon into his arms. “Why did you never tell me of your past? What were you afraid of? I assure you, I am not angry with you, would never reject you, my friend. I simply want to help.”
At those words, Lindir froze in Erestor’s arms. “Wh..what do you mean?” Lindir whispered, voice raw. His eyes turned toward the table where his journal rest, widening as he caught sight of his most private tome.
Erestor, eyes turned down with guilt and apology, admitted to Lindir about reading some of his journal entries. Tears began pouring down Lindir’s cheeks more rapidly and he looked like he was about to try and flee, his head swiveling around and looking for escape.
“Hush,” Erestor attempted to sooth the panicked minstrel. “Don’t get upset. I am not upset or mad at you. I just want to help you. Can you let me do that.Tell me what is wrong, why you try to flee from me.”
Lindir’s head drooped low. “If you read my journal you should know, then.”
“I did not get to read past the night I met you before I returned here, why did you never tell me?” Erestor gently questioned.
“You heard what they accused me of,” Lindir cried. “I didn’t want you to hear and believe those horrible lies. I could never do such a thing! I didn’t tell you I was from Greenwood because I didn’t want you to send me back or contact them. I had already been banished from one home, I could not bear being sent away again. I grew friends and a new sense of family in this valley, and the longer I stayed, the harder it was to tell you and fear what you and others would think of me and do to me. I couldn’t go back and lose all this. You are the only thing that saved me that night you found me long ago,” Lindir sniffled, hiccuping from the constant sobbing.
Seeing Lindir was worked up and exhausted, Erestor held and rocked the ghostly pale minstrel, reassuring him that he was going nowhere and of his love for his friend and his belief in his story. Soon Lindir fell into a deep and hopefully healing, sleep. Glorfindel, who had felt Erestor’s distress down a bond that they seemed to have grown between each other, even though they never officially bonded yet, sought Erestor out, finding him in the healing room. Erestor explained what he discovered to Glorfindel. Glorfindel instantly went into protective mode as Lindir was one of his dearest friends as well. He sat outside Lindir’s door to prevent inquisitive but well meaning visitors from interrupting Lindir. Lindir might not realize it, but he had many allies in the valley, many that loved and cared for him. Erestor settled in next to Lindir to guard his dreams. During this time, Erestor began skimming through some of the entries in the journal coming after Lindir had been banished following The Battle of Dagorlad.
What Erestor found made his heart clench and his eyes tear up. Erestor was normally a very stoic ellon, however Lindir’s words about himself and Glorfindel and Elrond moved him. Lindir wrote about going from wanting to fade and having no one to his gratitude for meeting Erestor that frightful night. He wrote how if his friends had not kept him busy and welcomed him into their homes and hearts, he knows he would have faded. He wrote of finding joy again in life and a purpose with all that he does on a day to day basis. He wrote of his brotherly lover for Erestor and his other close friends and of the sense of family he never thought he would have again. He poured out so much gratitude in the pages, yet evidence of the pain remained. He wrote of often having sad days and hopeless feelings from time to time, despairing of ever having love again, but through it all he overcame.
Eventually Erestor fell asleep and Glorfindel carried him to bed while Elrond and others watched over Lindir, pledging to show him their unending support. The following morning when Erestor awoke he was on the warpath, looking to hunt Thranduil down, what he would go when he got there, the usually well thought out advisor had not a clue. Elrond, knowing his advisor so very well, intercepted Erestor in the hallway and rerouted Erestor to his office.
“Why do you stop me, my Lord? If not to let me confront that beast of a king, then please at least let me visit Lindir,” Erestor begged. Erestor never begged.
Elrond sat Erestor down. Erestor noticed Glorfindel sitting in a chair nearby and he felt as if the two were conspiring against him. “Erestor, you are not going to like what I have to say right now, but you are going to listen,” Elrond stated firmly. “Understood?” He asked. When given only a silent glare in response, he repeated himself with all his authority and raised his left eyebrow, “Understand?”
“Yes,” grumbled Erestor, squirming in his chair to get an eye line on both Elrond and Glorfindel. “And what have you to do with all this?” He questioned, squinting his eyes accusingly at Glorfindel.
“If you calm down and listen we will explain,” Elrond said in a soothing manner. In a more firm manner he stated, “You may not take matters in your own hands and you will check with me before visiting Lindir and you will refrain from hunting Thranduil down. I know how loyal a friend you are, but I fear you don’t know the entire story, no one does. So no one is going on a vigilante mission on their own. Are we clear?”
“Crystal,” Erestor fairly spat. “But whatever that barbarian has told you about our dear Lindir, they are lies!”
Elrond just shook his head and placed his head in the palm of his hands to take a calming breath before he lost his temper on his chief counselor and closest friend. He knew Erestor was just trying to help Lindir, but he really needed Erestor to stop talking and listen. “You will sit quietly and listen to what I have to say, or I will be forced to have Glorfindel restrain and gag you.” Elrond threatened.
Glorfindel’s face lit up with a lecherous smile. Wagging his eyebrows he said “Ooh, kinky,” which earned him the glare of death from Erestor and a hard smack to the arm. Glorfindel just gave his most charming wink back in response.
“Valar help me,” Elrond muttered under his breath, sighing. “It’s gonna be a long day.” Hoping Erestor would not burst out in a tizzy, Elrond continued, “Thranduil is visiting Lindir right now and…,” Erestor jumped up from his seat as if he were going to run off, but Glorfindel grabbed him and held him close on his lap. Erestor hissed and clawed like a wet cat upon being captured. Glorfidel swore under his breath as he restrained his wildcat lover.
Whispering into the enraged elf’s ear, Glorfindel calmed Erestor and encouraged him to get the whole story and then make a plan of action to deal with the issue rather than just flying off the handle, just as he did in the counsel chambers. Erestor finally reigned in his flaring temper and settled in to listen and fill in any blanks of Lindir’s story.
Elrond started sharing everything that he had discovered thus far. After Lindir regained consciousness last night, when Elrond left the festival to tend to him, the guilt ridden minstrel was no longer to hold back his story. It was basically an abbreviated version of what Erestor had gleaned from reading the ellons journal. Lindir told Elrond of his relationship history with Thranduil and the misinformation that left him abandoned and eventually joining the Homely House household. Elrond believed all that Lindir had said, naturally and he let Lindir know that he believed him when the frightened elf denied the accusation of maliciousness, spying and threatening that Thranduil had accused him of.
When Elrond finished that part of his explanation, Erestor looked at his Lord like he was crazy. Ever had he found Elrond to be wise and a fair judge of character, but now he was starting to doubt the half-elf’s judgement. Was his Lord coming down with some mannish ailment that confused his mind. “With knowing all that you still let Thranduil visit him?” Erestor cries out, perplexed by his Lord.
Elrond simply raises his left brow and gave Erestor a quelling look. Erestor froze and listened. “And now for the part that you don’t know. I have been speaking with Thranduil since he arrived. Over the course of out meetings, including the one where we pawned the Lady Erdolliel’s care off on you last evening, Thranduil discussed not only some very sensitive information about things taking place back in the Woodland realm, but he also informed me of his relationship to Lindir and expressed concern for his wellbeing and safety. I left the decision for him to visit last evening up to Lindir, and while he didn’t agree, he didn’t disagree. This morning he did verbally consent to the visit.”
Erestor appeared shocked that something happened in Imladris that he didn’t know about. Usually he knew more than Elrond what was going on. “Now,” continued Elrond, “Would you like to know the full details of what’s going on.”
Erestor nodded.

Translations
daro- stop
mellon nin- my friend
ellon- male elf
- 8
- 9
- 10
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

From Broken Endings to New Beginnings