Title: In the Dark Forest the Secret Lies… Author: Morgana Author’s Email: morganalebeau@yahoo.com Web page: http://www.paranoid.nl/avalon Paring; Elrond/Erestor Overall rating: NC-17 Summary: The twins (as Elflings) discover a refugee in the forests close to Imladris and Erestor’s secret will eventually be revealed. Disclaimer: Not mine, Tolkien’s. Warning: AU of course! Author’s Note: Completely AU. I am taking huge liberties with Erestor, Ereinion and everyone else involved! Beta reading, translations and research by Patricia Pleasant, thanks! I couldn’t have written this story without your help! All remaining mistakes are mine In the Dark Forest the Secret Lies… Part 2 Screams wake me from my sleep. It took me hours to fall asleep and at first, I thought that the screams were only real in my nightmares, but the screams continue now that I am awake and come from the outside where a large group of warriors has gathered. I live in one of the tents located at the outskirts of the camp and it is the only home I have ever known. I search my surroundings, hoping to find I am not alone and that my guardian is near. “Erestor?” Erestor steps into the tent and I raise my arms, hoping he will understand that I need him close. “What is happening? Why are they screaming?” “The time has come for us to leave this place. We spent the last few years here and in all those years it was safe enough for you to dwell here, but that has changed. We will leave at sunrise.” “Why, Erestor?” My guardian seats himself on the ground and I move into his arms, enjoying his closeness. “Why do we have to leave?” “The most important battle which Arda will ever see will be fought in the next few days and many of our warriors will die. Should they lose the battle, the enemy will move in and come for you. I cannot take that risk. We need to move you to safety.” I study his dark eyes for long moments. Erestor is the only Elf I deal with. He is my guardian, my teacher. Although I am surrounded by Elves, Erestor is the only one I truly know. His large, compassionate eyes are framed by a handsome face whose elegant features radiate intelligence. I know that he holds a position of great importance in this camp and that the warriors address him as “Lord” and call him Chief Advisor. His name is always spoken with respect and I am lucky to have him looking over me. In the past, I asked him about my parents, but he never told me. He keeps saying that I will find out the truth when I am ready and that for now, I should be a good Elfling and accept him as my tutor. Which I do, as he has a kind heart and loves me. “Where are we going, Erestor?” I wrap my arms around him and look him in the eyes. I can tell by the expression in them that he is worried too, maybe even scared. This upcoming battle makes him fear for my safety. “To a beautiful valley called Imladris. We will settle down near the river Bruinen. I promise you that you will like it there.” His tone is honest and so is his expression. I once heard him talk to the other warriors and he said that he had taken an oath to protect me. I don’t know why, though. “But you will stay with me?” I don’t have any friends here, except for Erestor, and I don’t mind leaving this camp, as long as he stays with me. “Aye, I will stay with you, pen-neth1. I will always be your guardian. I will teach you everything you need to know and we will be happy in Imladris.” His words reassure me and I rest my head against Erestor’s shoulder. He is wearing his uniform, instead of the formal robes he normally dresses in. I was stunned to learn he knew how to wield a sword and fight off an enemy. I thought of him as a scholar. “I don’t think I can sleep now that they are screaming outside. Why are they screaming, Erestor?” His sad, brown eyes lock with mine and I hold my breath, sensing he is about to say something important. “They aren’t screaming, ernilen2 dithen3. They are singing old songs of war to intimidate the enemy.” “Who is the enemy, Erestor?” “The Evil One… Do not worry about him. If all goes well he will be defeated shortly.” “And what if things go wrong?” I see the changing expression in his eyes and flinch, feeling his fear. “If the attack fails… Arda is doomed.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Hold on tight!” I cling to Erestor when he lifts me onto the horse’s back. For an Elfling, the horse is huge and I am awfully afraid that I will fall off. But I have learned not to show my fear and I pretend being brave. Erestor knows the truth though and gently squeezes my knee to encourage me. The next moment, he swings onto the horse’s back behind me and his long, strong arms come around my waist, pressing me close to him. Now, I feel safe again. “Take good care of him! I trust in you!” A dark-haired Elf, standing near one of the biggest tents, spoke those words and I take in his appearance. He looks familiar, but I do not know his name. “Erestor? Who is that Elf?” “That Elf is Ereinion Gil-Galad – High King of all Elves.” I notice the sad tone and I wonder why it is there. “Is he a good Elf?” “The best, pen-neth.” Erestor raises his hand in goodbye and the dark-haired Elf does the same. At times like these, I wish I were older so I would understand what is really happening, but I am only ten years old, five years old in the World of Man. “Is he going to fight as well?” “Aye, he will lead the troops into battle.” The horse is moving away from the camp and whilst the tents grow smaller, I hear Erestor hiss. Sensing his trepidation, I suck in my breath. A group of five Elves, all fair- haired and fully armed suddenly block our path. “Erestor?” “Be quiet now,” whispers Erestor. “Let us pass! Don’t you dare stop us.” “We will find you,” says one of the blond Elves. “We *will* find you.” Erestor suddenly draws his sword and I press even closer so I won’t accidentally be hit. He aims the weapon at the fair Elves, who step aside and Erestor quickly guides our horse past them. I am trembling and I wonder why they were cross with us. “What did we do to cause their anger?” “Nothing,” says Erestor, whilst sheathing his sword. “We did nothing. *You* did nothing.” “Then why are they cross with us?” The horse is picking up speed and Erestor pulls his traveling cloak around me, as if to block me from view. “They are cross because they lost their King – their leader. He died in battle last night.” Erestor’s jaw sets grimly and I know he worries about our safety. “Then why are they coming after us?” “Because they are angry and they want revenge.” “On you?” “Nay, pen-neth… on you.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ We travel nonstop and only rest when the horse is near exhaustion. I regularly fall asleep whilst still seated on the horse, but Erestor always makes certain I am safe in his arms. Then, something exciting happens. A falcon unexpectedly descends from the skies and lands on Erestor’s wrist. Fastened around his left foot is a piece of paper, which Erestor eagerly reads. His expression darkens and tears appear in his eyes. “You are the last one now… Our hope. I will keep my promise and prepare you for your destiny.” A new kind of respect sounds in his voice when he addresses me and for one moment it looks like he is actually bowing to me. Now, why would he do that? “Erestor, is anything amiss?” I dislike seeing the hint of tears in his eyes. “Do you remember the Elf we saw before we departed?” “The one called Ereinion?” I frown. “I do.” “He died in that battle. The King is dead…” Beneath his breath and barely audible, Erestor adds, “Long live the King.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Erestor! Look! A rabbit!” As the horse is rather exhausted, and grazing, Erestor calls for a rest. I am grateful for the break, for it allows me to stretch my legs and do some running. Seeing the white rabbit, I am quick enough to catch it. I seat it safely in my arms and take it to Erestor. “Good, you caught dinner.” My eyes widen dramatically at hearing his words. “We are not eating the rabbit!” But whilst I speak the words, my stomach growls loudly, proving to Erestor just how hungry I am. “I will not eat it! I refuse! I will set the rabbit free.” Erestor raises a hand and says, “Before you do so, I should mention that we are out of food supplies. We don’t have anything left to eat. Set the rabbit free and you will go to sleep hungry tonight.” Oh, what a dilemma! Aye, I am hungry, but… “Erestor, it is a rabbit!” The animal has stopped his escape attempts and now sits calmly in my arms. “How can you even consider taking its life?” “Pen-neth, we Elves view all life as sacred. Also animal life, but we don’t have a choice.” I cannot believe Erestor said that! “I don’t want the rabbit to die!” “I am sorry that you have to learn this lesson at such a tender age, pen-neth, but…” I don’t want to admit it, but a part of me knows Erestor is right. “I don’t want to see you do it…” Erestor nods his head once. “Why don’t you go sit beneath that tree? I promise you I will be quick.” Reluctantly, I hand the rabbit over to Erestor, and then I flee toward the tree. I sit down and cover my ears so I won’t hear anything either. This isn’t fair… It just isn’t! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The rabbit tastes amazingly well. My first reaction was to refuse to eat it, but as I was growing faint with hunger, I tried the meat Erestor had prepared and I was stunned that it tasted so good. Erestor had built a fire and had roasted the animal above it. “I will never be able to do that – to kill a rabbit.” “Oh, you will, ernilen dithen. I will teach you to hunt and to prepare your spoils. It will keep you alive.” Erestor licks his fingers and then rests his back against the tree trunk. He parts his traveling cloak, and understanding the hint, I move closer. I snuggle up to him and smile when he closes his cloak over me. I feel warm and safe. “Are we almost there yet?” “Nay, not yet… We will be traveling for a few more weeks.” “That battle… you know the big battle you mentioned before? How did it end? Did the enemy win?” “Nay, he didn’t.” I can’t help but notice that Erestor’s voice is ringing with tears. “Are you sad because that Elf died?” “Aye, I am sad he died, pen-neth.” For one moment it feels like Erestor wants to add something, but in the end, he remains quiet, leaving me with more questions than the ones I had to begin with. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “This is Imladris, pen-neth. This is where we will settle down.” Seated high upon the horse, and cradled safely by Erestor’s arms, I take in my surroundings. “It is beautiful, especially that area there.” A green valley lies before me, guarded by a roaring river, which slows down at certain places. “I like it.” Erestor clears his throat and I have learned to read that as the sign that he is about to deliver some unpleasant news. “We will dwell in that forest over there.” I suck in my breath, displeased, and look over my shoulder at Erestor. “But it is dark!” “And that will ensure your safety. We cannot take any risks, ernilen dithen. We cannot have them find you.” “Who is they?” And why does Erestor look so worried? “Those five fair-haired Elves that tried to stop us from leaving. They are following us.” “Do you know that because of the falcon? And the notes it carries?” I might be young, but intelligent enough to understand how news reaches Erestor. “Aye, the falcon brings me messages and that is how I know that they are tracking us.” Erestor hides me deep within the folds of his cloak and I stay silent, as we make our way into the dark forest. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “I am scared,” I admit, looking at the ominous dark trees. “Don’t be. The trees will protect you.” Suddenly, I hear Erestor’s voice in my mind. It has happened before, but it still scares me. Surprised, I realize that he is carrying on a conversation with the trees. Aye, we will protect him, forever… This, we swear. “Erestor, what is that?” “Those are the voices of the trees, vowing to protect you.” Growing nervous, I cast a quick look at the tree that stands nearest. “They will protect me?” “Aye, they will. They will scare intruders away. We will be safe here.” “We will live here? You and I?” I am not certain what to think of that. I like Erestor – I love him as child loves his father, but the forest scares me. “Give it time,” advises Erestor. “You will grow used to their presence, and in time, you will come to appreciate them.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Erestor? What is that?” In surprise, I stare at the strange animal standing in front of me. Erestor returned home with several animals and my curiosity continues to grow. “That, ernilen dithen, is a cow. She is pregnant and soon, there will be a second cow, a small one.” “Cow…” I repeat the word, memorizing it. “I have seen this animal before,” I say, pointing at it. “It is a chicken!” “Aye, and these are sheep.” I follow Erestor and the animals into the stable which he built this summer. “And will they stay?” I stroke the cow’s nose and she seems to like being petted. “Aye, they will help us stay alive. We will get our milk from the cow, wool from the sheep and eggs from the chickens. If we feed them well, they will sustain us during winter.” “Erestor?” Looking up at the adult, I feel tiny. A year has passed since we arrived in Imladris, but I still haven’t grown much. I wrap my arms around Erestor’s knee and hold on tight. “I love you.” A soft chuckle floats through the stable and Erestor promptly picks me up. He is smiling, but his eyes aren’t. His eyes are swimming with tears. “I love you, ernilen dithen, and I will always protect you.” It tickles, when Erestor presses his lips against my throat and the sensation makes me giggle. “No raspberries!” Raspberries are plainly embarrassing! Erestor defies me and blows hard against my skin, making me burst out with laughter. “Let us go inside now. It is time for your lesson,” says Erestor. “What are we going to study today?” “The Fall of Gondolin,” replies Erestor, who presses me even closer to his chest and I react by wrapping my arms around him. “It is a lesson every king must learn.” His words puzzle me and make me frown, but once I am seated behind the book, and reading, I quickly forget about them. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Erestor? I feel alone… Can I…?” I don’t have to finish my question. Although we have separate beds, Erestor allows me to snuggle up to him when I am lonely. I move into his arms and brush his long, dark hair away from his face so I can look into his eyes. “You are crying.” Erestor quickly wipes away his tears, but it is too late. I have already seen them. “Why?” “Because I am lonely too.” “Why are you lonely, Erestor?” “Because I miss someone special. Someone I loved.” Even at this tender age, my instincts guide me well. “Is it Ereinion?” “Oh, pen-neth, you see too much!” “What happens when we die? Is it all over then?” This question has plagued me for some time! “Nay, pen-neth, it never ends. We simply move on to another place.” “What is that place called?” “Mandos…” “And that is where Ereinion is?” “Aye.” Erestor manages to control his sorrow and the tears stop. “One day, I will join him there.” “Nay, you cannot die! You must stay with me!” I raise my voice and yell at him, something I have never done before. But he seems to understand and doesn’t reprimand me. “You cannot leave me, Erestor! Ever! You are all I have!” “I am so sorry that you have to live like this. I wish things were different.” “I don’t mind living here with you, Erestor. I love you.” In order to prove my words, I snuggle up even closer to him. “Will you be my Ada4?” I never had one! Although I can no longer see his face, I can hear him cry. “I would be honored to be your Ada.” I don’t know why he is crying, and all I can do is hug him closer. Maybe in time, I will learn to understand. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Erestor! Look!” Proudly, I present the game to my friend and guardian. I place the deer at his feet and never felt prouder before. “You did well,” says Erestor, smiling warmly. “This deer will feed us for many weeks.” I have finally reached my majority and Erestor now treats me as his equal and no longer as a child. Our friendship has deepened and we find comfort in each other’s presence, still, I know he is lonely – and so am I. The falcon stopped bringing messages many decades ago and Erestor decided it was safest to simply stay in the forest, which has become our home. The trees protect us and never did they mention sighting any of the five blond Elves, but Erestor remains alert, always reminding me that they are still out there, hunting us. “You make me so proud,” says Erestor. He places a hand on my shoulder and squeezes it. “You can fend for yourself now, which is a reassuring thought. Should anything happen to me, you know how to survive.” “Nothing bad will ever happen to you, Erestor!” I won’t allow it! Erestor is the only friend I have and I want him close! Erestor smiles, pleased. “I have no intention of ever leaving you, meldir5.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “But Erestor left me after all. In spite of his promise to always stay with me, he died. A wild boar took his life, and I carried him back to the cabin where we had lived for so many years. I buried him and…” Tiny hands moved over his face and he blinked through his tears. When had he started to cry? “Erestor? We don’t want you to be sad and cry. Please stop crying!” Elrohir’s tiny hands patted Erestor’s face, trying to wipe away the tears which had gathered there. Elladan stared at Erestor, big-eyed and frightened. “What did I do?” He hadn’t wanted to confide in them! He quickly wiped away his tears and smiled to reassure them. “I am sorry if I scared you.” Elladan considered his answer carefully. “You didn’t scare us – exactly. We just don’t want to see you cry!” “I loved Erestor very much. As much as you love your Ada.” Erestor thought he saw understanding in their eyes. In spite of their young age, they understood his loss. Maybe, it was because they had lost their parents as well, even though that was only temporary. He was determined to reunite the twins with their parents. “I know you loved your Ada,” said Elladan in an understanding tone. “But there is something I don’t understand. Will you explain?” Erestor stirred the stew again. The meat should be tender by now and the vegetables cooked. “What is that, Elladan?” “His name was Erestor, but during your story I never heard him call you that. How can your name be Erestor as well?” Elladan gave Erestor a compelling look, almost trying to force him to tell the truth. He had seen Elrond look at Elves like that and they had always told their father the truth if he gave them that look. Maybe it would work with Erestor as well? Erestor swallowed hard, growing nervous. He didn’t want to divulge this information to the twins, but also realized they would nag until he had revealed the truth. “After my guardian died, I had to travel to the Rangers with whom he traded. He had bought our livestock from them and they also sold him other items we needed. When Erestor died, I had to make that trip myself. I had wrapped myself in his traveling cloak and put up the hood. The Rangers assumed I was Erestor and addressed me in that manner. It was then when I realized it would be best to take on his identity.” “But that means…” Elrohir moistened his bottom lip and gave Erestor a stunned look. “Erestor isn’t your real name?” “It isn’t,” admitted Erestor. It was time to stop this conversation and, ignoring the Elflings’ protests, he got up from the floor to fetch bowls and spoons. He filled the bowls with stew, sat down again and encouraged them to eat. The children needed little encouragement and attacked the food like ravenous wolves. The tactic had worked and instead of asking him his real name, the twins were busy shoving food into their mouths. But Erestor knew that they would try again. In Elladan’s eyes he still saw curiosity. They would ask their questions again and it was his task to distract them so they wouldn’t uncover the truth. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Don’t,” instructed Elrohir, when Erestor wanted to put the mattress back in its original place. “It is warm here, in front of the fire. Can we sleep here? Please?” The stew had filled their bellies and made them sleepy. Erestor nodded once. “Aye, you can stay here, if that is what you want. Now, lie down so I can tuck you in.” Caring for these Elflings was becoming second nature, which scared him. He couldn’t grow accustomed to their presence, for they wouldn’t stay! The twins cuddled close and wrapped their arms around each other. “I want a goodnight kiss!” declared Elladan in a pouting voice. “Please, Erestor?” Erestor was unable to deny them, and placed first one kiss on Elladan’s brow, and then another on Elrohir’s. “Now be good and sleep.” Their eyes grew heavy with sleep and Erestor was about to head outside for more firewood when Elrohir’s sleepy voice reached him. “You… didn’t… tell us… your name…” He looked at them from over his shoulder and found – much to his relief – that Elrohir was now asleep as well. “My name must remain a secret… I can never tell you.” Erestor draped his cloak over his shoulder and left the cabin. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Glorfindel had advised against searching this forest himself. His Captain had been most adamant and had even tried forbidding him to enter the dark forest, but Elrond had ignored his friend. The Imladris’ guards were searching the lands and hopefully, they would find his heirs. Elrond shivered, looking at the tall trees with their bony branches. Never before had he sensed the danger they presented, but now he clearly felt it. He knew that nothing evil resided here – Vilya would have warned him – but something, someone dwelt here and it was about time he found out. Should this person be responsible for the disappearance of his sons, he would punish the stranger harshly! Digging his heels into the horse’s flank, it was his intention to find the heart of the forest and then circle further away from it, so he would cover the entire forest. But his mare rebelled and came to a halt. He was about to encourage her when the voices also attacked him. The mare, more sensitive to the nature around her, had sensed the danger first. Intruder, turn back! Nothing but death awaits you here! Turn back or be punished for trespassing! Elrond raised his hand and Vilya sparkled brightly at his ring finger. “Obey me!” We only obey our Lord and never you! Go away or pay the price! Elrond didn’t want to admit it, but the voices in his head had achieved their purpose – he was wavering to continue. Surely, his sons would have turned back, being assailed in such a way? But then again, Elladan could be stubborn! “I am searching for my sons! Return them to me and I will leave!” You will leave now and never come back! Growing frustrated, as well as enraged, Elrond drove his heels into the mare’s flank once more. “Ignore them! We must continue!” But the horse reared in fright and bucked. Elrond managed to stay on her back, but the mare broke into a run, running blindly in panic. A fallen tree trunk unexpectedly blocked her path and she tried to jump over it. But the trees’ voices distracted her and she stumbled. Elrond couldn’t hold on any more and took a fall. He was flung against a tree trunk. Wounded, his unconscious body glided down the tree trunk and came to rest on the forest earth. The mare, startled by losing her rider, stood paralyzed. The voices suddenly stopped and she bowed her head, nuzzling Elrond in a friendly matter, but the half-Elf remained unresponsive. What was she supposed to do? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My Lord, another one has arrived. We dealt with him. The trees’ voices reached Erestor in his sleep and he immediately sat upright. The twins, who had snuggled close to him in sleep, stirred, but didn’t waken. He carefully untangled them and then left the bed. What did you do? The trees’ protectiveness of him was something that bothered him, especially after what happened to the twins. His horse tripped and his mind is empty now. Oh, that didn’t sound good! Erestor stepped into his boots, draped his cloak over his shoulders and just to be on the safe side, girded his sword. Show me the way, he instructed, stepping outside and locking the door behind him. The branches of the trees pointed him north and Erestor made his way through the freezing snow, determined to find this Elf. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “He is still alive!” Erestor felt relieved, finding a beating pulse. Kneeling in the snow, he briefly pushed back the hood to take in the stranger’s features. Lines of suffering had formed on the Elf’s brow and dark circles showed beneath the eyes. Long, dark hair framed an ancient face, and blood dripped from the parted lips. Tell me what happened – in detail! His horse tripped and he was flung against one of us. He glided down and his mind grew empty. Erestor bit his bottom lip. It sounded like this Elf had suffered a concussion and he might sport even more injuries. The mare pushed her nose against his back, as if urging him to care for her injured rider. Erestor was conflicted. He couldn’t leave the injured Elf out here, where he would probably die. But he didn’t want to take him to his shelter either. Studying the ancient face, he thought he saw some resemblance with the twins there. This Elf could be their father – who else would venture into the haunted forest? Realizing he didn’t have a choice, he sighed. Erestor had taught him how to care for the injured. He knew how to treat these injuries, but had never had to demonstrate his skills before, as he had never dealt with wounded Elves before. This was a test in more ways than one. He sensed the trees’ confusion when he carefully lifted the injured Elf in his arms. My Lord, what are you doing? He will harm you when he wakes up again. You should leave him here. We will deal with him! Nay, I cannot allow that. The two little ones need their father. My lord, you think they are his sons? I do… I thank you for your alertness, but I will look after him from this moment on. As you wish, my Lord. We will always obey you. In the meantime, Erestor had succeeded in placing the injured Elf onto the mare’s back again. Seeing him sway, he steadied his charge, and slowly, he guided the mare to the heart of the forest – to the cabin. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Erestor carried his charge into the cabin and his arrival caused the twins to wake up. Elrohir sat upright first and promptly recognized his father. “Ada!” Elrohir’s cry woke Elladan, who rubbed his eyes. “Ada?” The twins had confirmed his suspicions and Erestor quickly made his way over to the mattress, where he lay Elrond down. So, this was the fabled Elf-Lord his tutor had spoken of so many decades ago. “What is amiss with Ada? Why is he asleep? Why is there blood on his lips? Erestor?” Elladan’s pleading eyes met Erestor’s. “He isn’t…dead… is he?” “He is alive, pyn-neth6, but shaken. He had a riding accident.” Erestor pushed down the hood and then removed Elrond’s traveling cloak. The moment the half-Elf was on his back again, two little forms tried to climb atop of him. “Don’t do that,” said Erestor. “You can sit at his sides, but don’t climb onto his chest.” The twins huddled close, and after gaining possession of their father’s right hand, sat back, and watched Erestor examine their father. “Will he be all right?” “I think so.” What worried Erestor most was the fact that Elrond remained unconscious. His guardian had told him to keep the patient awake. “Call out to him, pyn-neth, he needs to wake up.” Erestor briefly left Elrond’s side to fetch water and a wash cloth. By the time he returned, the twins were doing their best to wake their father by pleading with him. He was fairly confident at this point that Elrond had suffered a concussion and during his examination of the half-Elf he had also located a broken rib. Elrond would be bed-ridden for some days. After soaking the wash cloth in the water, he wiped away the blood that stained Elrond’s lips. He felt conflicted, now that Elrond was inside the cabin. How much longer would his secret remain a secret? Elrond’s stirring stopped his musings and he watched carefully how the gray eyes opened and regained consciousness. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Elrond felt confused. The first thing he saw was a stranger’s face with dark eyes and black hair. He was about to push himself upright when two small forms pounced on him. “Ada, you are awake again! You scared us!” Elladan glared at his father. “Aye, you scared us! Stay awake!” Elrohir folded an arm around his father and cried softly into Elrond’s hair. A shock of recognition moved through Elrond, finally realizing he was holding his sons close again. “Elladan! Elrohir!” Tears of happiness streamed down his face and dripped onto Elladan’s hair. “I found you!” He had almost given up hope when the trees had attacked! “How is this possible?” His head reeled, but he wasn’t sure it was due to a pounding headache or excitement at having his sons back! “Erestor found you! Like he found us!” Elladan tried to grab Erestor’s hand, but the Elf quickly pulled away and rose from the floor. He moved away from the happy family and stared out of the window instead. “Erestor?” That name was familiar! Elrond blinked, trying to rid himself of the maddening headache, but to no avail. “I knew an Elf called Erestor once.” ”I am not he.” Erestor drew in a deep breath and faced Elrond again. “I need your word that you will never reveal my existence to anyone.” Elrond felt light-headed. The headache intensified and it was growing harder to focus his eyes. “I will make whatever promise you want as long as it means that I can take my sons home.” “I will never come between you and your sons,” said Erestor, feeling somewhat offended. “Vow that you will never tell anyone about me – about this cabin.” “I vow that I will keep this all a secret,” whispered Elrond. He had no idea why his vow was important to this strange Elf, but he would humor him, as he had his sons back. Erestor sighed, relieved. “You shouldn’t go back to sleep,” he said, seeing Elrond’s eyes close again. “You suffered a concussion and need to remain awake.” “We can read to you, Ada,” offered Elladan. Within seconds he had gotten up and collected the book Erestor had read from yesterday. “It is about the fall of Gondolin!” “Is this a dream?” wondered Elrond, who couldn’t believe he was so lucky to have his sons back. Erestor joined the half-Elves and shook his head. “Nay, no dream. This is real. You found your sons.” A pleased smile appeared on Elrond’s lips. “I have them back?” The twins reacted by snuggling up to their father and a moment later, Elladan’s voice drifted through the cabin. He had picked up the tale where Erestor had stopped yesterday. Erestor moved into the kitchen area to make some herbal tea, which would hopefully strengthen Elrond. He just hoped that the half-Elf would honor his vow and leave him alone after he had left. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Elrond forced some of the stew down his throat. Elladan and Elrohir were closely watching him, encouraging him to eat more. He couldn’t disappoint them and forced another spoonful down. From the corner of his eye, he kept a close look on Erestor. Elladan had read to him for almost an hour and had then stopped, as his throat had grown raw. Elrond had stopped Elrohir from taking over, already feeling stronger. Erestor’s herbal tea also helped to keep him awake. Erestor hadn’t addressed him, since speaking his vow, and the dark-haired Elf seemed content to sit and stir the stew. Elrond’s vision had improved and he managed to take in more of the cabin. He sucked in his breath, finding the family crest hanging above the fire place and gave Erestor a stunned look. But Erestor ignored said look and focused on the twins instead. Their eyes were growing blank due to all the excitement they had been through these last few hours. “You can go to sleep, pyn-neth. I will watch over your father.” Elladan and Elrohir were ready to protest, but then Elrond addressed them. “He is right. You should rest.” His large hands pulled his sons close, making certain they weren’t putting any pressure on his broken rib. “I am here now. You are safe.” Elrohir buried his fingers in his father’s tunic and snuggled close. “I am so happy you are here… Ada... Now you… can see… the snow Elf… we built.” During his little speech his eyes closed and sleep overwhelmed him. Elladan didn’t want to go to sleep. “You will be gone again when I wake up!” “I promise that I will still be here,” said Elrond in a gentle voice. “You can go to sleep, Elladan.” Reluctantly, Elladan snuggled up to his brother. His fingers closed over a strand of his father’s hair and the hand became a small fist. He wouldn’t allow their father to leave their side – not even in sleep. Now that his sons were asleep, Elrond gazed at Erestor. “Now, we talk.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “I have no intention of talking to you,” said Erestor, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “I have some questions,” said Elrond, shifting slightly and rearranging his sleeping charges. “Don’t expect me to answer them.” “I can try,” said Elrond, not giving up yet. His Elven healing ability was kicking in and his headache had dimmed, leaving him clear-headed. “You say your name is Erestor… I say you are a liar.” Erestor’s eyes burned with fire. “Be careful what you say!” “Why? When it is the truth?” Elrond probed the dark eyes and found fear beneath the surface. Erestor acted confident, but that was just a farce. “I knew Erestor… He was Ereinion’s Chief Advisor and you are not he… Though you bear him some resemblance. Are you related to him?” Aye, this Elf’s eyes reminded him of Erestor’s. “My name is Erestor… Let the matter lie.” Erestor rose from the floor and returned to the window, staring outside. It was his way of avoiding dealing with Elrond. “Erestor was a good friend,” continued Elrond. “He was Ereinion’s confidant and some whispered he was even more.” He had hoped to provoke some sort of reaction in this mysterious Elf but nothing happened. “He was a talented diplomat, a cunning advisor and a formidable warrior.” “Aye, he was all that…” whispered Erestor, off-guard. /Ah, you knew him then,/ realized Elrond. “He seldom left the High-King’s side and I was surprised to find he left days prior to that last battle in which Ereinion died.” Lost in thought – and in time – Erestor whispered, “Ereinion had asked him to leave. He didn’t desert him, if that is what you are implying.” “Why did he leave?” This had always intrigued Elrond and he had given up hope that he would ever find the answer. “It was a personal matter,” replied Erestor, evasively. He slowly turned around and faced Elrond. “You are injured and should rest. You should follow your sons’ example.” “What is Ereinion’s crest doing above the fire place?” asked Elrond, hoping to surprise his mysterious savior. “It is his? I didn’t know that. Erestor hung it there.” Erestor drew in a deep breath and looked Elrond in the eye. “All you need to know is that I mean well. Once you have sufficiently recovered I will guide you and your sons to the outskirts of the forest. I am certain you know the way home from there.” “I do, but…” Elrond wanted to question his mysterious savior further, but Erestor raised a hand and silenced him. There was something about this Elf that felt familiar, but Elrond couldn’t label the sensation. His own reaction to Erestor surprised him, as he obeyed and grew quiet. “You will rest.” Erestor picked up a book, flipped through the pages and read several paragraphs. “It should be safe for you to sleep now.” Elrond nodded once. “I am a healer. I know it is safe to sleep now.” “A healer? I thought you were a warrior?” “I am a warrior in times of war.” Elrond pressed deeper into the straw-filled mattress, already missing the comforts of home. Intrigued, he continued to study his savior. “Who are you?” “My name is Erestor and I am a friend.” He wasn’t going to confide in Elrond like he had in the twins – that had been a mistake to begin with! What if they told their father his history? He should have been more careful! Elrond allowed Erestor’s avoidance for the moment, but his questions remained – questions, which he wanted answered! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Once you feel strong enough I will take you to the rim of the forest. They are probably searching for you and I don’t want to be discovered.” Erestor sat on the floor, watching Elrond closely. The twins were still soundly asleep, clinging to their father. “Aye, Glorfindel will have ordered search troops into the forest by now.” Erestor intrigued Elrond. “Why do you live here all alone? Why didn’t you come to the Last Homely House?” Come to think of it, why hadn’t Erestor taken his pupil there in the first place? “Erestor judged it wise not to disclose our presence to anyone.” Erestor pulled up his knees and wrapped his arms around him. One look outside told him that the blizzard had returned. Glorfindel wouldn’t be able to search the forest for quite some time. “You have formidable protectors in the trees,” said Elrond in a thoughtful voice. “I have seldom encountered such a strong force. They are utterly devoted to you.” “I regret that they scared the twins – I never wanted that. But they are protective of me. They swore on oath – that they would chase off all intruders.” Damn, he hadn’t wanted to reveal that! But it was nice to have someone to talk to. “An oath? To protect you?” Why would Ereinion’s Chief Advisor force the trees to take such an oath? /*Who* did they vow to protect? Do they know your real identity?/ Elrond softly cleared his throat. “It would help if you told me your real name.” “I cannot tell you,” replied Erestor, briefly closing his eyes and listening to the voices of the trees, gently entering his mind. “The trees believe that the storm will die down later tonight. If that is the case, I will take you to the outskirts of the forest tomorrow.” He would miss the twins – the company they had provided him with! “You are welcome to live at the Last Homely House,” said Elrond, growing tired himself. His body demanded sleep so it could heal. “You don’t have to live out here all alone.” Oh, that was a tempting offer! But Erestor knew it could never be. “I would only endanger your safe haven.” “Endanger?” Elrond raised an eyebrow and rubbed Elladan’s back when the Elfling stirred against him. “I don’t know what you are running from – or from whom – but the Last Homely House is well-guarded. Glorfindel keeps all danger and evil out of Imladris.” “I cannot take the risk.” Erestor slowly rose from the floor. “Would you like more herbal tea or would you prefer to sleep?” “I think I will sleep for a little while.” Elrond smiled at Elrohir, feeling the Elfling’s tiny fingers tug at his tunic. “I thought that I had lost them – that I would never find them again.” Erestor moved toward the door. “We need more firewood. I will return shortly.” He closed the door behind him, leaving the three half-Elves to their rest. But Elrond found no rest, even though he closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep. Ereinion’s family crest stared back at him, and he frowned, seeing the star-embroidered cloak draped over a chair – a child’s cloak. Nothing about this made sense! Although it had never been made official, most members of Ereinion’s court had known that Erestor and the High-King were lovers. They had been utterly dedicated to each other and devoted lovers. When he had learned that Erestor had deserted them just days prior to the major battle, he had been stunned. He had always wondered what had caused such a rift between the two lovers. But now, he wondered about something else. Who was his savior? And why had Erestor taken him here? Why was this Elf so important that Erestor had left his lover? And what was this Elf’s real name? There were clues, strong clues that led him to believe that his savior was somehow related to Ereinion’s Chief Advisor. Could it be that Erestor had fathered a child and that Ereinion had found out? Had the High-King grown displeased with his lover and sent Erestor and the child to live in this forest? The fact that the Chief Advisor had loved Ereinion also explained the presence of the family crest. Maybe Erestor had taken some memorabilia to remind himself of his lover? It would also explain why this Elf had assumed Erestor’s name – his father’s name. /But it still doesn’t explain why he lives here in seclusion. There is no reason to hide here. Erestor had no enemies – no living enemies!/ Vexed, Elrond wished his savior would tell him the truth. Vilya sparkled at his ring finger, demanding his attention and he studied the ring, which had become remarkably active since entering the forest. It was almost as if the ring was trying to tell him something. But what? The door opened and a gust of cold wind penetrated the cabin’s warmth, making Elrond shiver. A few oil lamps illuminated the cabin and Elrond used their light to study his savior extensively. Aye, Erestor, the Chief Advisor, had been well-known for his slightly exotic look, which was most prominent in the dark, almond-shaped eyes. This Erestor possessed the same almond-shaped eyes. /He IS somehow related to Erestor./ The theory that Erestor had sired a child and had fallen in disgrace with Ereinion became more and more believable. Erestor added more fire wood and then busied himself in the kitchen, ignoring Elrond’s searching gaze directed at his back. He was determined to answer no more questions. He had already revealed too much. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Come, and look at our snow Elf!” The twins had woken early in the morning and were now trying to convince their father to have a look outside. “Later, pyn-neth,” placated Elrond, whose mending rib still hampered him. “But why don’t you go outside to play?” “Can we, Ada? I promise that we will stay close! We won’t run away ever again!” Elladan gave Elrond a pleading look. “You are not going outside dressed like that! Come here.” Erestor wrapped them in warm cloaks and only then allowed them to play outside. “They are a joy.” “And a terror,” added Elrond, chuckling and immediately regretting it, because his rib acted up. “Do you feel strong enough to make this journey later today?” Erestor studied Elrond extensively. The gray eyes were lucid and free of pain. “Did you bring my mare?” He would be able to ride the distance, but not walk. “Aye, I did. You can ride – you don’t have to walk.” “I think I can manage.” Elrond didn’t want to postpone their departure, wanting to reassure his wife and reunite his family. “Have you given my offer some thought? You are welcome to live at Imladris.” “Nay, thank you.” Erestor gave Elrond a determined look. “I will stay here. Will you honor your promise?” “I won’t tell anyone about your presence here…” Elrond paused, wondering if he should mention how talkative his sons were. He might be sworn to silence, but the twins would never commit to such a vow. The first thing they would do was tell their mother and Glorfindel about their savior. “Erestor… or whatever your name might be…” Elrond ignored the poisonous glare Erestor gave him. “If you are ever in need of help you will always find a listening ear with me.” “Thank you for your kind offer,” said Erestor in a neutral tone. A part of him wanted to accept Elrond’s offer and live in Imladris, but at the same time, he realized he couldn’t endanger them. Those five, fair-haired Elves were still searching for him – they had instilled a great fear in him and he would never willingly endanger the little ones. “Would you at least allow me to offer you supplies? Allow me to deliver food items each year when winter begins. You will need them to support you through the winter!” Elrond had noticed how little food supplies Erestor had left. “You saved my sons’ lives… and mine as well. I would like to repay you for your kindness in this small way.” Erestor wavered; such help would be most welcome. It would save him from making his annual trip to the Rangers. That trip was always dangerous as he was forced out of the forest and became an easy target for his five stalkers. “Please, let me do this for you.” Elrond would have preferred it if Erestor had accepted his offer to live at the Last Homely House, but maybe he could change Erestor’s mind over the years. “And the twins would love to deliver the goods.” That last sentence alarmed Erestor. “You cannot send them out here alone!” “I would accompany them.” Elrond saw indecision in Erestor’s eyes and knew he had to do something in order to convince him. “The twins seem to have taken a liking to you. They would be pleased to see you again – even if they have to wait for a year.” “I… I am not certain I should accept.” Erestor picked up his tutor’s favorite book and allowed his fingertips to caress the leather binding. “I could also add some interesting books,” offered Elrond, seeing the look of longing in the other Elf’s eyes. “What do you have to lose? It will just be me and my sons delivering some supplies and maybe exchanging some words.” Oh, he would love to see the twins again! Although they had only been here for a few days, he had grown used to them and he loved the liveliness they radiated. “My sons and I will visit with you next year – that means we will come to the edge of the forest. I am certain the trees will inform you of our arrival and then you can make your decision. If you don’t wish to see us, you don’t meet with us.” Erestor nodded, slowly. That was a sound suggestion. “Ada! Erestor! We built a second snow Elf!” Elladan stormed into the cabin, buried in fine snow. “Go with them,” instructed Elrond. “I need to pace myself and save my strength for our journey.” Erestor nodded once and accepted Elladan’s hand into his. The Elfling dragged him outside and he closed the door behind him to keep the cold from entering the cabin and affecting the healing half-Elf. Elrond grinned. He was finally alone and maybe now he had a chance to find out more about his mysterious savior. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Elrond waited until the twins assailed Erestor with an army of snowballs, a scene, which made him smile, as he watched them through the little window. He had been terrified that his sons were lost to him and now, he had found them again – safe and sound. He would always be indebted to Erestor. Slowly, he pushed himself onto his feet. His eyes scanned the cabin and came to rest upon the chest, which had been revealed as the twins had removed the mattress from the bed frame. His curiosity was piqued and he carefully made his way over there. He sat down on the wooden bed frame and pulled the chest in front of him. He shouldn’t be doing this, but his instincts told him that he needed to find out the truth – and that the truth was important. Elrond opened the chest and blinked, as rich fabrics made out the top layer. He pushed the fabric aside, making a mental note that most of them starred a star-shaped design. Had Ereinion planned to accept Erestor’s child as his own? Had the High-King been willing to adopt the boy? If that was the truth, the whole story changed. Then Ereinion might have sent them here to ensure their safety far away from the battlefield. He pushed the fabric aside and the next thing his fingertips encountered were letters. Sealed letters, which hadn’t been opened yet. Next was a bundle of letters which had been opened and the first thing that struck Elrond was the handwriting on the cover – it was Ereinion’s. /Who are you?/ he thought, glancing outside once more. To his shock, Erestor was guiding the twins back to the cabin. He acted as quickly as his broken rib allowed him to, closed the lid, and pushed the chest under the bed again. Stumbling, he returned to the mattress and quickly lay down again. The door opened and Erestor and the twins entered, chattering merrily and flinging remains of stubborn snow at each other. They looked happy – the three of them, noted Elrond. “The sky has cleared,” announced Erestor. “We will leave shortly.” He helped the twins out of their second layer of clothing and then checked on Elrond. The faint blush on the half-Elf’s face made him wonder, but it didn’t cross his mind that his guest might have done some exploring during his absence. “Are you strong enough to travel?” Elrond nodded and bit down a groan when two enthusiastic Elflings pounced on him. He would make one last attempt to change Erestor’s mind when the other Elf escorted them out of the forest. He just had to convince the other dark-haired Elf to live at the Last Homely House! His instincts told him that it was important he solved this riddle! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Elrond bit his bottom lip, hoisting himself onto his mare’s back. Erestor supported and steadied him until he was safely seated. The twins were jumping up and down, extending their arms, eager to join their father high upon the horse. Erestor picked up Elladan first and seated him in front of Elrond. Elrohir was next, and was seated behind his father. Elrohir’s tiny arms tried to envelop his father’s frame, but they were still too short. As he wanted them to stay warm, Erestor wrapped them into a warm blanket. The twins had now completely vanished from view. “You will be warm that way.” Snow was still falling, but the flakes presented no danger. Arien’s rays penetrated the few clouds that obscured the blue sky and Erestor judged the time had come to get moving. “I will take you to the outskirts of the forest.” Elrond nodded once, thoughtfully. “My offer still stands, you know. You are welcome to live with us at the Last Homely House.” Erestor shook his head and remained quiet. He couldn’t take the risk that his five stalkers would find him and bring evil to the Last Homely House. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Glorfindel was growing desperate. Elrond had been gone for a day, and although Glorfindel had wanted to mount a search earlier, the blizzard had stopped him. His heart had grown heavy, scared that his friend had met with an accident. How could he ever return to Celebrían and disclose the bad news to her? That she hadn’t only lost her sons but her husband as well? Frantically, he urged Asfaloth on. He was about to enter the dark forest, when Asfaloth reared. His stallion’s ears stood rigid and he refused to set a single step into the forest. “Asfaloth, Elrond is in there and we need to find him!” But the stallion wasn’t impressed and refused to move. Glorfindel, growing frustrated and impatient, dismounted and stared into the dark and ominous looking forest. The hair at the back of his neck stood rigid and his Elven instincts warned him not to proceed any further. Go away! Only death awaits you! No one is allowed to enter! Turn back! The voices took him by surprise and made him stagger. Asfaloth reared and backed away from the forest. Glorfindel cursed, wondering why Elrond allowed this evil to linger this close to the Last Homely House! Suddenly, movement caught his eye. Someone was moving through the trees and Glorfindel almost cried out due to relief, recognizing Elrond, wrapped up in a blanket. “I am here, meldir!” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “This is where our ways must part.” Erestor stepped away from the mare and hid behind the trees. “Your friend is close and will take care of you. You no longer need me.” Elrond wanted to protest, but he acted too slowly. The next moment, Erestor had disappeared from view and the trees lowered their branches to ensure he couldn’t follow Erestor. They had taken a long and complicated route and Elrond just knew he wouldn’t be able to find his way back to the cabin. Erestor’s secret was safe – for now. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Elrond!” Glorfindel ran toward his friend and felt relieved when the trees remained quiet. “The twins?” Elrond lowered the blanket, revealing Elladan seated in front of him. Elrohir’s hands had a tight hold on his waist. “They fare well, Glorfindel. They were lucky.” “Are you injured?” Glorfindel frowned, seeing the hunched way Elrond was seated upon the horse. “A broken rib – nothing that won’t heal with a few days rest.” Elrond looked over his shoulder, trying to catch a glimpse of Erestor, but the Elf had disappeared from view. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Celebrían opened her arms and caught the twins, who flung themselves at her. “Oh, I was so afraid for your well-being! If you ever run away again…” Her voice trailed off, warning the twins they were in for some lectures. “We didn’t run away,” began Elladan. “We only wanted to explore the dark forest.” “I forbade you to ever go there!” said Elrond, who seated himself in a comfortable chair. A healer was already on his way to check on him, but first, he wanted his sons to know just how much they had scared them! “I am to blame,” replied Elladan, forcing himself out of his mother’s embrace to stand before his father. “I dragged him into the forest, but I have learned my lesson, Ada. I will never endanger his life again. I promise.” Elladan gave his father a pleading look. “From this moment on, I will look after him.” Elrohir raised an eyebrow, hearing his twin’s words. He didn’t need Elladan to look after him! But he understood why making this promise was so important to his brother. Elladan was trying to make amends. “I *do* think he learned his lesson.” Elrond’s expression softened, hearing his youngest son’s wise tone. “Elladan, you are grounded for one moon.” “Aye, Ada, I deserve that.” Elladan hung his head in shame. Elrond caved in a moment later, bowed down, and picked his eldest son up. He seated him on his lap and gave him a smile. “We were very lucky that Erestor found us,” said Elladan. “Erestor?” inquired Glorfindel, intrigued. Celebrían also looked up, desiring more information. Elrond gave Elladan a wink. “Why don’t you tell them about Erestor?” In that way, he would even honor his promise to Erestor. Elladan needed no extra encouragement, and aided by Elrohir, he told Glorfindel and his mother everything that had happened. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Later that evening, Elrond, Glorfindel and Celebrían sat in the Lord and Lady’s chambers to discuss all recent events and most specifically Erestor. Or, the Elf who called himself Erestor. “You failed to uncover his real name?” Glorfindel sipped his wine. “He refused to reveal it to me.” Elrond shifted in the chair, removing pressure from his mending rib. “But I am convinced he is related to Erestor.” Glorfindel nodded. “If the eyes match…” Celebrían considered all the new information. “Are you truly certain that this Elf is related to Erestor?” Elrond gave his wife an inquisitive look, knowing she had a valid reason for asking him that question. “From what you told me, I gather that this child was valuable to the High-King as well. Is it possible that not Erestor, but Ereinion sired this child?” Celebrían’s instincts told her that her husband had missed something. “Why else would his crest hang above the fire place?” “They were lovers, Erestor and Ereinion,” said Elrond. Seeing her surprised expression, he realized she hadn’t known. “It is my guess that Ereinion was willing to adopt Erestor’s child.” “Lovers? But…” Celebrían needed a moment to deal with this new information. Why would Erestor lay with a She-Elf when he loved Ereinion? Glorfindel stared into the wine, which he swirled around in his glass. “Mind you, I am only speaking hypothetically, but if this Elf is related to Ereinion…” “Then he would be the rightful High-King,” finished Elrond, but he immediately dismissed Glorfindel’s suggestion. “He possesses Erestor’s eyes, almond-shaped and dark, not Ereinion's.” Celebrían leaned back in her chair, wondering about her sons’ mysterious savior. Would they ever find out the truth? Part 3 1 pen-neth (sing.) –- young one (Sindarin, noun, pronoun) 2 ernilen -- my prince (Sindarin, noun) 3 dithen -- little (Sindarin, adjective) 4 Ada -- dad, daddy, papa (Sindarin, noun) 5 meldir (male) -– friend (Sindarin, noun) 6 pyn-neth (pl.) –- young ones (Sindarin, noun, pronoun) From the Council of Elrond Quenyan and Sindarin dictionary