Title: And He Will…  
 
Author: Piper  
 
Email: imladris_orphan@hotmail.com  
 
Rated: NC-17  
 
Genre: Slight AU, Angst, Romance  
 
Pairing:  Glorfindel/Elrond  
 
Summary:  Glorfindel returns to middle earth as a young 
Elrond and Elros approach their majority and the biggest 
decision of their lives.  The task appointed to the ancient 
elf of Gondolin does not seem too difficult as he is 
whisked from Mandos Halls, back into the world of the 
living.  Serve the High King of the Noldor…and his heir, 
should he continue to have one after the Peredhils’ 
decisions are made.  Relatively simple.  What the Eldar did 
not count on?  Falling in love….with a half-elf.  
 
Warning: SLASH, graphic sex, implied rape  
 
Disclaimer:  Sucks to be me.  Don’t own em.  A part of this 
story is inspired by the fic “Waking” by CJK.  It’s 
similar, but I made great pains to make sure it wasn’t too 
similar.  Just the initial ‘waking’ and the general idea is 
the same.  Tell me if I’m wrong, cause I encourage you to 
read that fic.  It’s very good.  
 
Characters:  Gil-Galad, Cirdan, Elrond, Elros, Glorfindel, 
Erestor, Estel  
 
Other Characters: Sare  
 
Author’s note:  Huiwaa (Night Wind)  
 
~~~~  
 
 
Prologue  
 
Gil-Galad smiled sadly, gazing at the many pictures spread 
across the desk in his study.  So many years, so many 
memories…yet now it all seemed so short a time, too short a 
time.  
 
His boys were all grown up now…well, nearly.  Only a few 
months left till they reached their majority.  How they had 
grown, too.  From the tiny, weak, malnourished tots, all of 
seven winters that he’d found all those years ago, to the 
tall, strong and exquisitely beautiful young half elves 
he’d come to love as his own sons.  Cousins they truly 
were, but he had raised them up, with the help of his own 
foster father, Cirdan, and they were if nothing else, sons 
of his heart.  
 
Though identical in looks with their bright pewter/silver 
colored eyes, and dark ebony colored hair, his boys were as 
different as night and day.  However, he loved them both as 
much as they loved him, and each other.  
 
…They’d been inseparable since birth…  
 
Gil-Galad frowned.  That fact both pleased and frightened 
him.  They’d always been there for each other, looked out 
for each other.  So if one made the decision to…remain…the 
other would as well.  However, by the same token, they 
could both leave…but would one allow their loyalty to the 
other, their love of the other, rule his entire future?  
Would their love of him come into play?  
 
Ai, this was pure torture.  
 
The children had been gone for nearly a year.  Much to his 
kingdoms dismay, they had returned to Himring, to keep a 
promise to the elf-lord who had saved them from death, and 
cared for them until his own love of them allowed their 
release, and the High King’s consequential finding of his 
long lost heirs.  
 
Only four years did Lord Maglor and his elder brother 
Maehdros have the twin sons of Earendiel, but in those four 
years, he taught them much, loved them much, and they him 
in return.  Little love they had for Maehdros, Elrond the 
least, and Gil-Galad always wearily wondered why, from the 
youngster’s nervous habits and fear of trusting.  
 
Long did it take him to win over the quieter, wiser twin, 
but at great reward.  For upon the youngster coming out of 
his shell, so to speak, Gil-Galad was blessed with a 
curious, affectionate and playful child.  
 
Elros was the rowdier of the two, he loved playing battle 
games, rough housing with his brother and chatting with 
anyone and everyone who would listen.  Elrond preferred 
reading books, learning new things, being with horses and 
cuddling with his king…gentle games of tickling permitted.  
Yes, they were very different, destined for different 
things, but both had good hearts.  They were kind, 
compassionate and fiercely loyal to their loved ones…for 
the few they had in the beginning, the twins were now much 
loved by the king’s people, and they in turn loved them.  
The whole city was waiting with baited breath for their 
beloved Peredhil’s decision.  They were expected to return 
within a fortnight, decision made.  …Whether they chose to 
be counted among the Eldar…or the Edain.  
 
 
Chapter 1  
 
The High King shook his head in wonder.  
 
“Were you not before my very eyes, I would not believe it.  
Glorfindel of Gondolin.  Mighty warrior and Balrog slayer.  
You have returned to us, old friend.”  
 
“Indeed, Sire.”  
 
“…why?”  
 
Glorfindel smiled.  “The Valar will it.  They granted me 
back my life on Middle Earth in return for my service and 
guardianship of your house.  You and your heirs.”  
 
At this, the King’s face darkened.  “That is if I have any 
heirs.  You are aware of the decision my foster sons are 
soon to make…if they have not already.”  
 
“I was told of it, yes.  You are truly concerned they will 
not choose the way of the Eldar?”  
 
Gil-Galad sighed, leaning back in his chair, looking out 
the window of his study toward the sea.  “If I know my 
boys, and I believe I do…Elrond would very well choose to 
be of the Eldar.  He has an insatiable curiosity that a 
mere century would not satisfy.  There is much he wants to 
learn…he wishes to be a teacher, a healer…a master of 
both.  He very well could be, would be…the very best…he’s a 
clever lad…but as I greatly love him and his brother, they 
greatly love each other as well.  The bond of twins is 
something we cannot understand.  Tis a special thing.  I 
can not decide what terrifies me more.  Losing them both, 
or losing one and watching the other have half his soul 
ripped away…if he survived.”  
 
“So, you don’t believe the other…what is his name?”  
 
“Elros…”  
 
“Elros…you do not believe he would choose to be Eldar.”  
 
Gil-Galad sighed once again, rubbing a hand across his 
forehead.  “Despite their bond, and their equally good 
hearts, they are quite different.  While Elrond is curious 
and intellectual…not that Elros isn’t bright of 
course…Elros is more…reckless…fearless, enjoys creating 
battle strategy…he likes to live in the moment.  Treat life 
like each day could be his last.”  
 
“Very human.”  
 
“Indeed.  Though Elrond is fond of humans as well, Elros 
has great love and interest in them.  He often goes off 
with our human allies for hunts and other such things.  He 
would be a great leader among them.  He admires the valor 
of ones with such fragile lives.”  
 
“Bravery that matches his own?”  
 
“Well yes, but don’t get me wrong.  Elrond is quite brave, 
*quite* selfless.  He was the most malnourished when I 
found them as children.  I learned not much later that it 
was because he gave up many of his rations to his 
brother…without telling him of course.  No, Elrond is 
fearless as well, but he is not so reckless, he does not 
look for trouble…though it often finds him.  He would 
rather end things peacefully than fight, but he can fight 
just as well, in some ways better than his brother, if only 
because, as I said, he is less reckless.  He uses skill 
over brute force and quick reflexes.”  
 
“They sound like quite the pair.”  Glorfindel observed, 
swirling his glass of minuvor, a quirk of a smile on his 
lips.  
 
The King chuckled.  “Indeed.  Yes, Lord Glorfindel, I do 
believe you’ll like them.  There are few who do not.  They 
are an…interesting…and wonderful mix of Elf and Man.  Quite 
exquisite to look upon.  Both are tall, similar in looks, 
but the best way to tell them apart is Elros is slightly 
broader, and his nose is slightly crooked…”  At this Gil-
Galad smiled with a shake of his head.  “He had wanted to 
prove he could steer a ship on his own.  Beam swung around 
and broke his nose.”  
 
Glorfindel winced and chuckled.  Yes, he certainly was 
looking forward to meeting the infamous pair.  
 
 
Chapter 2  
 
Two nights later, he did.  He was sitting in the library 
catching up on the events he had missed during his time 
with Mandos, when he heard shouting from the streets 
below.  Cheerful shouting, rejoicing…the twins were home.  
 
Glorfindel had been surprised, weary, but admittedly 
impressed upon learning of the young ones’ journey to see 
the elf that had helped in the massacre of their people.  
But he had to grudgingly accept, as it appeared the High 
King had, that Maglor had won a place in the boys’ heart.  
He had obviously (though no doubt, having not counted on 
it) loved the Peredhil, and taken good care of them.  Of 
his love, he had released them, without his brother’s 
knowledge.  He had bid the boys to one day return when it 
was safe, just so he would know they could, that they were 
happy, and that maybe, just maybe, they forgave him.  They 
did.  
 
/They are as compassionate as the King has said./  He shook 
his head, not imagining he could have forgiven so easily.  
/It must be their man blood.  Life is too short for men to 
hold such grudges…even half men./  
 
Erestor, an apprentice advisor to the king, and a dear 
friend of the twins came walking quickly into the library, 
a grin barely suppressed on his young face.  His light 
brown hair was slightly tousled, obviously he had run down 
the corridor before adopting a more placid pace before the 
mighty elf lord.  
 
“Milord, the young lords have returned home.  The king 
wishes for you to meet him at the palace gates to greet 
them.”  
 
“Of course,” Glorfindel replied easily, smiling inwardly at 
the ever present, though well hidden, suspicious gleam in 
the youngster’s eyes.  Though around about the twins’ age, 
the young elf was exceedingly mature for his age, and in 
Glorfindel’s opinion, a tad too serious.  He was also very 
protective of his king, the twins and fellow palace help.  
 
Erestor didn’t trust this blonde elf that had come back 
from the dead.  That alone was strange, let alone the fact 
that Glorfindel was admittedly arrogant for an elf and 
slightly…unorthodox and…informal.  Though he let the Elf 
Lord know his displeasure in subtle ways, the youngster was 
careful to keep his countenance respectful.  He was still a 
legendary warrior and lord, and Erestor prided himself on 
his control and formality.  Elrond often nearly had to beat 
it into his friend’s head not to call him “milord”.  
 
With a slight nod, Erestor was gone, no doubt hurrying down 
to the gates himself, very much having missed his friends.  
 
Glorfindel indeed arrived to find Erestor not far from the 
king’s side, waiting patiently for the gates to open.  Gil-
Galad bid Glorfindel to his left side, and the elf lord 
complied, being slightly behind the High King.  The gates 
were opening and Glorfindel raised his eyes as two horses, 
one black, one bay, both carrying a rider identical to the 
other, entered into the court.  
 
The twins dismounted simultaneously, and all but the king, 
bowed slightly in respect to the young lords.  They in 
turn, dropped to one knee, bowing to their king before he 
stepped forward and pulled them up together, his embrace 
encompassing them both.  They embraced him back, happy 
smiles on their tired faces.  
 
“I’ve missed you,” he whispered, before pulling back and 
saying in a clear voice.  “Welcome home.”  
 
There was a sudden rising of voices, welcoming them back.  
They smiled at their small audience within the gates, 
pleased to see their friends again, but they had greatly 
missed the elf that had been their father since their 
toddling days and quickly returned their attention to him.  
 
“We missed you too-“  
 
“-Ada.  How fare you?  Where-“  
 
“-is Cirdan?  Didn’t he miss us?”  
 
The two often finished each others sentences, and several 
decades of this had caused the king to grow accustomed and 
he barely blinked.  
 
“He missed you greatly, but he had some young sailors he 
needed to go through some more training with.  He will be 
back in time for dinner.”  
 
“Good.  How is everyone-“  
 
“-else?  Sare?  Erestor?  Who’s-“  
 
“that?”  Elrond finished, his eyes having caught the blonde 
beauty who had been standing on his Ada’s left.  The blonde 
held his gaze, something in the Eldar’s eyes puzzling the 
quieter twin.  He didn’t have time to ponder as Erestor and 
Sare, having heard their names, approached.  
 
“As you can see, Sare and Erestor are quite well, possibly 
even happy to see you.”  
 
Sare lightly slapped her king’s arm, as she was of the few 
who could do so, having been the king’s own nanny when he 
had come to live with Cirdan.  “Just ignore him, my 
babies.  We’re ecstatic to see you, aren’t we Erestor?”  
 
Elros blushed at Sare’s words, but Elrond was too busy 
hugging his friend to care.  “Hullo, Estor.  How are 
things?  Lots for you to catch Ros and I up on.”  
 
Erestor smiled, returning the hug.  “Tons.”  
 
“Good.  We’ll chat after dinner.”  
 
Erestor nodded, stepping back behind his king, as did Sare 
after greeting both boys with a hug and kiss.  
 
“And as for “who’s that”,” the king continued, eyeing the 
boys reproachfully for their slightly rude (unintentionally 
of course), inquiry.  
 
Even Elrond had the grace to blush this time, as his gaze 
was once again focused on the golden haired elf before 
him.  The elf in question took his cue to step forward, 
finally tearing his gaze away from Elrond, as it hadn’t 
left since the moment the youngsters had dismounted.  
 
“Boys…you both may know of him, you Elrond I am certain 
will, this is Lord Glorfindel of Gondolin.  He has come to 
stay with us…indefinitely.”  
 
Elrond’s face was filled with wonder…if a little 
suspicion.  Elros was ready to be impressed, but he was 
still skeptical.  
 
“Aren’t you dead?”  
 
There was a cough of laughter, likely emanating from Sare 
or the butler.  Gil-Galad fought the urge to roll his eyes, 
pursing his lips.  
 
“He was, Elros…but he’s not anymore.”  
 
Before Elros could reply, Elrond tilted his head in a way 
Glorfindel found most endearing and asked.  “Why?”  
 
Glorfindel locked eyes with the youth who had instantly 
caught his interest.  
 
“The Valar wished for me to serve the high king and…his 
heirs.”  
 
Elrond brow furrowed.  “Forgive me for sounding like a five 
year old, but…why?”  
 
Gil-Galad chuckled, and Glorfindel’s smile widened.  
“Apparently you’re all quite special.”  
 
Still not understanding, he was set to question more, but 
Elrond’s dignity would not allow it, for what else was 
there to ask but… why?  Why were they special?  And how did 
the Valar know that the king would even have heirs.  No one 
but he, Ros and Maglor knew of their decisions.  
 
This thought caused Elrond’s eyes to drop and he sighed.  
Of course the Valar were far seeing.  They knew.  
 
Gil-Galad looked immediately concerned at his foster sons 
sudden mood change.  
 
“El?”  
 
Elrond forced a smile on his face for his father’s sake.  
“Nothing, Ada.  I’m just tired.  Can Ros and I retire to 
our chambers?”  
 
Still concerned, but understanding now was not the time, 
Gil-Galad nodded.  
 
“I’ll come by in a few hours to wake you for dinner.”  
 
“Thank you, Adar.”  
 
With a kiss to both sons’ foreheads, Gil-Galad gestured for 
Sare, Erestor and Glorfindel to follow him toward the 
kitchens, while the boys helped the help take their things 
to their rooms.  
 
As they entered the palace doors, the twins shared a look.  
In a few hours, their world would change forever.  
 
 
Chapter 3  
 
 
Gil-Galad sighed upon entering Elrond’s room.  The young 
half-elf had made his decision, the king could tell.  
 
The youngster was perched on the window sill, one leg 
dangling down over the outer side.  Often he would find the 
melancholy twin perched precariously, pondering something 
of great importance, and scaring his foster father 
witless.  Even a full blooded elf would not survive the 
fall from the boys’ tower rooms.  
 
“El, please get down from there…and tell me.  I can wait no 
longer.”  
 
Elrond, having heard his Ada enter, smiled sadly, turning 
to look at the older elf.  Memories of his childhood rushed 
at him at his foster father’s words.  Many a times had he 
heard those exact words…almost exactly.  
 
Yes, he had decided.  It had been the most painful decision 
of his life.  Now to tell his Ada.  He had to tell 
someone.  For he and Ros, having talked long on the journey 
to Himring, had come to a decision and told Maglor, 
together, a few days into their stay.  Elrond had remained 
quiet, unable to voice his grief to the only other elf 
besides his brother, foster father, or Cirdan that he 
trusted, for fear of upsetting his brother.  And when he 
had been alone with Maglor, he did not wish to ruin their 
brief, but joyous time together.  He had missed his old 
caretaker’s songs, stories and gentle smile.  
 
Now, with the one elf who could (if not fully, at least 
partially) understand his grief, he allowed the tears to 
well up in his eyes.  Gil-Galad’s stomach lurched.  His El 
did not cry.  
 
So it was as he had somewhat hoped and somewhat feared.  
His biggest hope, he had ultimately known to be the most 
unlikely; that both would decide to be of the Eldar.  
 
His second had been that one would remain, rather than both 
being numbered among Edain.  
 
He had been unsure of the outcome, wondering how their bond 
would come into play.  Now he knew.  Yes, he knew.  Elrond 
would, as he had suspected, be among the Eldar, and 
Elros…would not.  For only the imminent loss of his brother 
would bring such grief to those bright, jewel-like eyes.  
 
Elrond saw the understanding in his foster father’s eyes.  
He knew the older elf knew he and his brother well enough 
to understand from his look alone what decisions they had 
made.  He slipped down from his perch, a sob forming in his 
throat as the King’s eyes filled and he gathered the 
younger elf into his arms.  
 
No words were spoken, for none were needed.  Everything was 
as it was.  Elrond would live, and Elros, eventually would 
die.  Elrond was Gil-Galad’s heir, and Elros would be a 
leader among men.  A King if he so wished.  
 
“He does,”  Elrond whispered into his Ada’s shoulder, 
knowing his fathers thoughts.  
 
“He will be a great king,” Gil-Galad returned just as 
quietly.  
 
“I know.  But it hurts.  I don’t want him to die.”  
 
“Neither do I, but he still has many years.”  
 
Elrond sniffed.  “We don’t know that…he could get…sick…”  
 
Yes, he could.  The thought terrified the King, as he knew 
it did the youngster in his arms.  
 
“Oh El…I don’t know what to say.  Tis your brother’s 
choice.”  
 
“You knew he would decide such, didn’t you?”  
 
“…just as you did.  Just as he and I knew what your 
decision would be.  I held hope that you would both remain, 
but very little.  Your brother is very different from you, 
but no less bright, no less special.”  
 
“*He* is special, not I.  He is braver than I, taking the 
life of mortals.”  
 
Gil-Galad blinked back tears.  “Bravery has nothing to do 
with it.  I know you did not make your decision based on 
fear of death, El.”  
 
Elrond sighed.  No, he hadn’t, but it still felt strange.  
 
“Do you think the Valar know?”  
 
“They know.”  Both foster father and son turned at the new, 
but familiar voice.  A misty eyed Cirdan stood in the 
doorway, followed by a freely weeping Elros.  
 
“The Valar came to me at sea, told me of the decisions and 
brought me, somewhat happy tidings.  For the valor of his 
parents, himself, and his brother…Elros has been granted a 
longer lifespan than other mortals.  500 years.  Also, it 
has been foreseen that upon reaching his majority he will 
become King of Numenor.  A King of Men.”  
 
Gil-Galad and Elrond were glad at this, but still their 
eyes showed great sadness as they looked upon Elros, who 
without a word, pulled Cirdan along.  The four, who had 
been a family for many years, stood together embracing, 
knowing their life was now forever changed, but determined 
to acknowledge the love that would never fade.  
 
 
Chapter 4  
 
He was breathtaking, that’s all there was to it.  Elrond, 
son of Earendiel, foster son of the High King Gil-Galad, 
was…beyond words, really. He stole all word, breath and 
thought away.  
 
For the brief moment that his eyes weren’t on the 
youngster, Glorfindel had noticed the crowds appreciating 
both youngsters, but yes, especially Elrond.  Why?  They 
were twins…but Glorfindel saw it too.  Besides, Elros being 
broader, and his nose, yes, slightly crooked, though not 
very noticeable, there was just a difference to them that 
was undeniable.  Something that apparently came from age, 
from maturity…it was unexplainable, but unmistakable.  
 
Elrond Half-Eleven was something else, with his dark, 
twilight hued hair, pewter/silver eyes, bright as the light 
of the silmarils, and his dark skin.  Darker than most 
elves, it was olive toned, from the man blood flowing 
through his veins and his face was of stronger structure 
than most elves.  He was tall though, as elves are, slim as 
well, yet broader than most, beaten only by Gil-Galad, his 
brother and Glorfindel himself.  His skin appeared still as 
smooth, and his hair as silky as an elf’s.  He was indeed a 
magnificent mix of both races.  Incredible.  
 
Glorfindel had never been so attracted to another being.  
He’d had several loves before, male and female, for he 
loved to work his charm, and always had his way.  He was 
also a glorious elf, with his lustrious golden hair, soft 
but intense blue eyes, and his creamy flawless skin.  But 
even he was not worthy of the beauty of the creature that 
had stood before him.  And it seemed everyone recognized 
this beauty, except the beauty himself.  Just looking at 
him, observing his manner, Glorfindel could tell.  He was 
the epitome of humbleness, of modesty.  He even appeared a 
mite shy.  
 
Glorfindel imagined the king preferred it that way.  He was 
no doubt aware of his foster son’s looks, his charm, and 
his innocence to it all.  He’d seen the pride, but 
protectiveness the king had displayed, no doubt also 
noticing the admiring looks from his own people.  
 
Yes, he gave the warning clearly, wordlessly.  No one was 
to touch his son.  Not without the lad’s utmost 
willingness, and only in the case of real love.  Glorfindel 
didn’t know about love, but he recognized the lust coursing 
through him and he shook himself.  Gil-Galad was his 
friend, and he was sworn to protect and serve both he and 
his heirs, should they remain.  Nothing could ever happen 
between he and Elrond…yet he still yearned for the child to 
choose immortality, to remain with the king, and thus him.  
 
 
Chapter 5  
 
Dinner had been uneventful, mostly the family catching up, 
as Cirdan had returned, and a few friends had joined the 
feast.  It was a quiet, but enjoyable meal, with the twins 
chattering on about their journey.  Actually, Elros was 
chattering on about their journey.  Elrond appeared content 
to listen to his brother weave the tale, adding his own 
input here and there where he felt his brother either 
exaggerated, or didn’t tell the whole story.  
 
Glorfindel was hard put to keep his eyes off the young half 
elf, but forced himself none the less, not wanting to draw 
attention from his king, or Lord Cirdan.  He took a sip of 
his wine.  Setting it down he raised his eyes to find 
Elrond’s on him.  They met briefly, causing the youth to 
startle, a light blush staining his cheeks and the tips of 
his pointed ears.  Glorfindel smiled in his most friendly, 
non-intimidating, non-suggestive way, causing the young elf 
to return the smile, albeit shyly, before dropping his gaze 
to his plate, then sliding over to his brother who was 
laughing heartily with the king and the shipwright.  
 
Elrond smiled genuinely at this, glad to see his family 
hadn’t completely changed.  The sudden recalling of the 
earlier “discussion” however caused his eyes to cloud over 
with sadness, and he inwardly sighed, his shoulders 
drooping.  
 
Glorfindel, who hadn’t removed his gaze, caught all this 
and frowned.  Especially upon seeing an emotional mask fly 
up, a fake smile pasting itself unto his beautiful face as 
his family looked over at him, teasingly asking him about 
his “fall” off his horse.  Forcing his thoughts of earlier 
away, Elrond mock pouted and insisted he tell them what had 
really happened, forgetting his sadness for the moment.  
Glorfindel however, did not.  
 
 
Later that evening…  
 
Elrond rubbed his hand over the velvety muzzle of his pitch 
black stallion, Huiwaa…Huey.  (Author snickers.)  The great 
beast sighed, feeling the sad air that surrounded his 
beloved master and friend.  
 
“I’m sorry, Huey.  I know you can feel it.  I must be 
depressing you.  Feel free to throw me off next time I ride 
you, okay?”  
 
“Careful Pen-neth, he may take you up on that.”  
 
Elrond whirled around to find the beautiful blonde warrior 
that had joined his father’s service.  The legendary Lord 
Glorfindel.  
 
He was momentarily at a loss for words, then his horse 
nudged him gently in the back, whuffing his desire for the 
attention to return to him.  Elrond snapped out of his 
daze, bowing slightly in respect, a friendly, if hesitant 
smile on his face.  “Milord, you startled me, and 
respectfully Sir, I would deserve it.  My mood affects his, 
and it’s hardly fair for him to be sad after such a long 
and tiresome journey.”  
 
“I good steed is sensitive to his master’s heart.”  
 
“And he is the greatest…and that is of course, my 
completely unbiased opinion.” Elrond replied with a playful 
smile as he turned his attention back to the source of 
their discussion.  Huiwaa was eyeing the stranger in 
distaste.  No one besides the king had stolen his master’s 
attention away from him for so long before.  He didn’t like 
it, and he made this quite clear, pinning his ears back as 
the stranger approached.  
 
“Huey!”  Elrond admonished, then turned to apologize to the 
warrior that was now beside him.  “I’m sorry, he gets a 
little jealous when he doesn’t have my complete undivided 
attention.  I suppose he is a little spoilt.”  
 
Glorfindel laughed, and Elrond decided he loved that 
sound…he also decided that he very much liked the older 
elf.  He’d already realized how beautiful the other was, 
but since the warrior would obviously never be interested 
in someone like him, he figured a friend would be the next 
best thing.  
 
“Well with loyalty like his, I’m sure he deserves a little 
special treatment.  Horses are amazing creatures, hardy, 
loyal, courageous and surprisingly loving if you treat them 
right.  You’re both lucky to have one another.”  
 
Elrond smiled, happy to find someone besides his father 
that shared his love of horses…and his father full 
heartedly believed Huey *was* spoilt rotten.  At the same 
time, Huiwaa suddenly changed his opinion of the tall, 
blonde stranger.  He wasn’t so bad.  As long as he didn’t 
hurt his master…or take *too* much attention away from 
him…he would tolerate having him around.  He could tell too 
that the stranger would be around, and for quite awhile.  
The clever horse recognized the developing friendship, and 
how much the blonde liked his master.  He’d have to keep 
his eye on these two elves.  
 
“Do you have a horse?”  
 
“Not yet, but I imagine I’ll require one soon enough.  I 
don’t suppose you could help me out with that…”  
 
Elrond smiled.  “I’d love too.  My father…the king that is, 
has a wide selection of foals to choose from this year…that 
is if you’d like a foal.  You can borrow one of the army’s 
mounts until yours would be ready to ride.  I really think 
you should…there is this one foal that really stands out.  
If I didn’t already have Huey…”  
 
At this, he got a disgruntled look from his mount, who 
deliberately turned his back on the two elves.  The dark 
haired half elf rolled his eyes.  
 
“Go ahead and sulk you big baby.  You know I wouldn’t trade 
you for the finest horse on Arda.”  
 
A disgusted snort.  He was the finest horse on Arda.  
 
Glorfindel hid the smirk on his face with his hand, but 
shared an amused look with the younger elf.  
 
“I’m sorry, Huey, *you* are the finest horse on Arda.  So 
why would I trade you?”  
 
The horse continued to sulk though, and Elrond just sighed, 
shaking his head.  
 
“He’ll get over it.  Would you like to go see this foal…a 
colt.  He really is something.  I think he’d be perfect for 
you.”  
 
“I would love to, milord.  Lead the way.”  
 
“Alright then, and please, call me Elrond.”  
 
“Elrond.”  
 
 
 
Two barns over…  
 
 
 
“Here he is…”  
 
Glorfindel looked in the large box stall and smiled.  
Elrond wasn’t kidding.  The newly weaned colt was going to 
be a very handsome steed.  His dark grey coat would lighten 
to a silvery grey, and his gangly limbs would fill out 
nicely judging from the fine lines and perfect 
confirmation.  
 
“He’s beautiful Elrond.”  
 
“Isn’t he?  He’s very sweet… with me anyway…he can give 
some of the grooms a hard time.  He’s got spirit…and a lot 
of it, he just needs someone that can handle him…someone 
equally spirited.  Like you.”  
 
Glorfindel smiled at the subtle compliment.  “Or you…” he 
added.  “Are you sure you don’t want this one for 
yourself?”  
 
Elrond smiled, shaking his head.  “Nay, my friend.  Huey 
and I are rightly matched, as I believe you and this one 
are.  Tell me, does a name come to mind?  He doesn’t have 
one yet.”  
 
There was a short pause, and then it came to him as the 
colt approached, snuffling his outstretched palm.  So the 
child was right, perhaps they were meant to be.  
 
“Aye…Asfaloth.”  
 
“Perfect.  So, you’ll take him?”  
 
“If the King has no objections…”  
 
“He doesn’t.  He already gave me permission to find the 
right rider for…Asfaloth.  I’ve found him.”  
 
“Thank you.”  
 
“You’re welcome.  …here.”  
 
Glorfindel accepted the brush the youngster offered him, 
before the half elf seated himself on the stall door’s 
ledge.  Glorfindel quietly began brushing his newly 
acquired foal.  The silence was surprisingly comfortable, 
and so complete that the golden haired warrior looked up to 
be sure Elrond hadn’t disappeared, or fallen asleep.  The 
youth was there, and wide awake, but staring off, and that 
sad look had returned to his jewel like eyes.  
 
“Contrary to popular belief, I’m not so arrogant that I 
won’t listen to a friend’s troubles.”  
 
Elrond blinked, then turned his head to look at the elder 
elf.  A small smile lit his features.  “I’ve not heard of 
rumors quite like that.”  
 
“Truly?  …I freely admit to arrogance.”  
 
“I’ve heard that…but no one has accused you of uncaring or 
self centeredness…which one would assume from someone who 
does not wish to hear others troubles.”  
 
“Well, that’s a relief.”  
 
Elrond smiled, then took to twirling a strand of hay 
between long fingers.  “But I don’t wish to trouble you 
with my childish heartaches.”  
 
“The fear of loss is not childish.”  
 
Elrond’s gaze snapped up.  “How-“  
 
“If I was so blind as to not see myself the bond that you 
share with your twin, the king’s words would have been 
enough.  As would his belief to what you each would decide, 
if I had not seen the sadness in your eyes at dinner…and 
now.  Your brother has chosen mortality…”  It wasn’t a 
question, but Elrond nodded anyway.  “I don’t claim to 
understand your pain, Elrond.  But I would listen, if you 
wish to unburden your heart.  Though I know you love and 
trust your brother and your father, I imagine this is not 
something you wish to burden them with.  Their hearts are 
already heavy.”  
 
Elrond blinked away tears he refused to allow to fall, but 
nodded, saying…  “I will miss him.”  There was another long 
silence, and then the younger elf opened up to the 
warrior.  “He is so much a part of me, the thought of him 
not being there…of one day being beyond my grasp forever.  
Tis not something I wish to think of…but it’s there none 
the less.  I can not escape his fate anymore then he 
can…only differently.  He will feel no more…but what of 
me?  I fear what will happen when the other part of my soul 
is ripped away.  Will I die anyway?  I do not fear death, 
Lord Glorfindel…I fear separation.  If I should die, I know 
where I’m going.  It won’t be where my brother goes.  In 
five hundred short years…my brother will pass from this 
earth.  He’ll be gone, like a leaf on the wind.”  
 
Another pause, sorrowful but thoughtful.  Glorfindel spoke, 
carefully but honestly.  “That I will not deny little one, 
but think of him more as a…seed…on the wind.  When it 
returns to the earth, it will sprout up and carry on the 
life cycle.  A new growth…a new birth.  Your brother will 
live on in his children.  They can not replace him, but he 
will never truly be gone from you or your heart.  Each new 
face, each new descendant will carry a part of him, and you 
will love each of them equally and uniquely.  Your 
brother’s legacy will live on, as will you, and you will be 
there for them, as you are for him now.  And perhaps, a 
special one will come along, that reminds you so much of 
your brother, or you…”  
 
“And I will lose him too.”  
 
“Yes, but you will have the memories to light your fragile 
soul.”  
 
Elrond nodded, feeling a mite better but still smiling 
sadly at his new friend.  “You think me fragile?”  
 
Glorfindel smiled sadly back.  “Nay, pen-neth.  I think you 
very strong…you need to be strong.”  
 
“Nay, I *have* to be strong.”  
 
“You will.  And I will be there for you when your strength 
may tremble, and threaten to fail.  I will hold you up.”  
 
“You plan to always be near?”  
 
“Tis why I came back.”  
 
“Duty…”  Elrond replied, feeling suddenly even more alone 
then before.  The elder elf was here out of duty.  He’d 
almost forgotten that in their easy camaraderie.  
 
Glorfindel saw the change and spoke up, not lying, but 
reassuring none the less, for he truly believed it.  
 
“Duty for now, perhaps…but I do not doubt that before long, 
duty will have nothing to do with it.  The Valar are right, 
Elrond Peredhil.  You are very special.”  
 
Pewter/silver eyes met soft blue, and a new bond was 
formed.  It was one that silently promised to withstand the 
ages of the earth.  
 
 
Chapter 6  
 
 
Third Age  
 
 
Elrond woke slowly, grudgingly.  He found himself 
incredibly comfortable, and warm.  Why was he so warm…not 
too warm, like too many blankets on a hot day warm… but the 
nice warm.  Like that of a warm body pressed against-  
wait, that was it.  There was someone lying beside him. But 
who?  Twas not Estel.  The person was much too large to be 
his four year old foster son.  
 
He blinked bleary silver eyes.  He saw nothing from this 
angle, for the person was against his back, he now 
realized, with their arm flung over his waist.  Not wanting 
to wake them, he turned his head slowly, trying to see 
behind himself.   It was no use, his head could not go back 
that far, but he had a clue…long golden hair hung over his 
shoulder, mixing with his own ebony colored strands.  
 
There were very few golden haired elves in Imladris…and 
only one with color us rich and glorious as this.  
Glorfindel, his seneschal and long time friend.  What was 
he doing in…  Elrond glanced around… in *his* chambers.  
 
Elrond looked down at himself, relieved to see his clothes 
still intact.  Well, at least they hadn’t done anything too 
stupid.  He recalled now the wine they had consumed last 
night.  It had been the anniversary of Celebrian’s 
departure, and he had been somber and quiet the whole day.  
His best friend had had enough of his fowl mood, and subtly 
had him drink an entire bottle of their strongest wine.  
 
They were both lucky nothing stupid had happened.  Elrond 
was lucky he hadn’t allowed himself to slip up and act on 
the attraction he had felt for the Vanyar elf for as long 
as he could remember.  Their friendship meant too much to 
him to lose it for one night of passion.  Passion he was 
supposed to no longer possess.  He was six and half 
millennia for Elbereth’s sake.  
 
Long ago had he lost the insatiable desire for intimacy of 
*that* sort.  Though Celebrian had lost it even sooner than 
him.  And yes, though he had no longer felt urges for his 
wife’s company, he had been startled to realize he often 
wondered about his best friend.  
 
The thought frightened him.  He remembered the last, and 
only male he had ever been with…  It had not been 
voluntary, and he vividly remembered the pain, the 
humiliation…only due to the human part of him was he not 
dead.  
 
No, the thought of being with another male, being forced 
into submission, frightened him terribly, for he knew the 
memories of he and…that kinslayer…would resurface and ruin 
any chance of an actual relationship.  And the only male 
he’d ever desired was Glorfindel, so that was out of the 
question.  He would not lose his best friend to this odd 
curiosity he had developed…though somewhere deep inside, he 
knew it was more than curiosity, more than blatant lust for 
the beautiful elf-warrior.  He was in love…but it could 
never be.  
 
Yes, thank god they had done nothing stupid last night.  
 
“El?”  
 
Elrond nearly jumped out of his skin, not realizing his 
friend had woken.  
 
“….what is it?”  
 
“Relax, please, I’m trying to sleep.”  
 
“What?”  
 
“What are you still drunk and your hearing impaired.  I 
said relax, I’m trying to sleep.”  
 
“I am relaxed.”  
 
”Like hell you are.  Just a few moments ago, I felt you 
wake and stiffen up.  It’s just me, mellonin, I promise we 
behaved ourselves.  Stop worrying and go back to sleep, 
cause I’m not moving.  I’m quite comfortable here, thank 
you.”  
 
Elrond smiled, saying softly, “well, you’re welcome.”  
 
Glorfindel chuckled, patting his friend’s stomach with the 
hand flung over his side.    Elrond instantly tensed up 
again, which did not go unnoticed by his friend, who was 
now utterly confused.  Never before had Elrond been weary 
of his touch.  They’d slept this near before, on many a 
battle ground.  What was he thinking about?  
 
“El?  For Elbereth's sake, calm down, you act like I’m 
trying to seduce you.”  /However tempting that is./  
“Believe me, you’d know it if I was trying to seduce you.”  
 
Elrond chuckled.  “Oh really?”  /Sometimes I wish you 
would… but no, it would not be right.  Besides, I’m just a 
silly half elf, and you a legendary warrior, older than 
most forests of this world./  
 
Elrond often found it odd, that such an ancient and mighty 
individual called *him* Lord.  But it was as such, and 
often Glorfindel’s silly pranks and arrogant behavior made 
him appear younger than Elrond.  However, there were other 
times when his nobility and wisdom…his bravery…knocked 
reality back into the half elf about just who it was he was 
dealing with.   One of the first Eldar to awaken on Arda.  
As old as Lord Celeborn and Lord Cirdan themselves  
 
His train of thought was broken, when he found himself flat 
on his back, Glorfindel hovering over him, his wrists 
pinned to either side of his head.  “Yes, really,” the 
golden haired Vanyar replied.  Before Elrond could say 
another word, Glorfindel’s lips descended, placing a gentle 
but pleasing kiss on his Lord’s soft, but firm lips.  
 
 
Glorfindel had no idea really, why he did that.  Well, 
there was the obvious fact that he strongly desired to do 
so…and so much more to his Lord and friend, but he knew he 
should not of.  He needed to be careful.  It couldn’t lead 
anywhere, or better stated, *he* couldn’t get carried 
away.  His friend did not desire him in return.  
 
No, he should not have done this, so he fervently hoped, as 
he pulled away, that Elrond would take it as a joke, just a 
silly prank between old friends.  …They could laugh it 
off.  Yes, that would work.  
 
He pulled back slowly, deep down, not wanting to end the 
bliss.  How could such a simple gesture, such an “innocent” 
kiss, make him feel like he was on fire…in a good way.  It 
didn’t matter at the moment.  What mattered was the look on 
his friend’s face.  Besides shock, there was fear...  
FEAR?  What the-  
 
“El?  Are you okay?  I was just teas-“  
 
“Were you?”  
 
“What?”  
 
 
Elrond had stared at his friend, as he had pulled away.  He 
had caught his eyes, seeing the desire.  It was quickly 
hidden, but he had seen it.  Desire?  His friend desired 
him?  He? Elrond Half-Elven?  What could the Vanyar 
possibly see in him?  
 
His heart raced.  Not only from the confusion and shock of 
the possibilities, nor just from that single look in his 
friend’s eye, but the memories.  Memories had overtaken, as 
his friend, though gently, firmly held him down and kissed 
him, however sweetly.  
 
Maehdros had started out gently as well, attempting to 
seduce him the second time they’d met.  When it hadn’t 
worked, things had gotten rough, and painful…and really 
quite terrifying.  
 
 
The fear, nay, terror, in his friend’s eyes startled the 
elf-warrior.  His friend had faced many a battle, fought 
orcs, wargs, trolls and the dark Lord himself.  Never had 
he shown fear.  
 
~Were you?~   Elrond’s question registered.  What?  …Oh 
no.  He didn’t think he’d been teasing.  /What does that 
matter, you idiot?  Who cares about you and your own 
selfish fears about him knowing.  He’s terrified.  Fix it./  
 
“El, I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean to frighten you.”  
 
“You didn’t, Glory.  Please tell me the truth though.  Why 
did you do that?”  
 
“I told you, I was just-“  
 
Hurt and indignation was now mixed with the fear, that had 
faded only slightly.  
 
“Don’t you lie to me, Glory.  You never have before, don’t 
start now.”  
 
“El.  Please, I-“  
 
“No.  Answer me, Glory.”  
 
There was a long pause as Glorfindel watched his friend 
watching him.  Still in the same position, Glorfindel 
hovering over his friend, his grip loosened.  
 
“Only if you answer my question?”  
 
Elrond frowned.  “What question?”  
 
“Why are you afraid?  You know I would never hurt you.”  
 
“I know, and I’m not afraid.”  
 
“Now it’s you who is lying.  Please, let us not start this 
now.  More than 6000 years we’ve known each other, and 
never have we told a lie.”  
 
“Well, then start talking.”  
 
“You first.”  
 
“Dammit, Glory.”  
 
“No, El, what are you afraid of?  You know I wouldn’t hurt 
you, so what is it? Are you afraid it *was* just teasing?  
Or are you afraid it’s more?”  
 
“That would influence your answer.”  
 
“I won’t lie to you, if you won’t lie to me.”  
 
There was another long pause, while the two elves, the most 
stubborn of their race, eyed each other.  
 
“Neither, not really.”  Elrond finally answered, his gaze 
sliding away from the intense blue eyes that were 
attempting to judge the truth of his words.  
 
“Then what else could it be except fear of me?”  
 
Elrond snorted softly.  “Don’t flatter yourself, Glory.  
We’ve trained together many a time.  You know I can handle 
you.”  
 
Glory would have smiled at that, despite the truth in it.  
But his friend was avoiding the question.  
 
“So, you do not fear me?”  
 
“Nay.”  
 
“Then this won’t bother you.”  
 
“Wha-“  
 
Glorfindel, still being gentle, but firm, placed his mouth 
over his friend’s partially open one, kissing him deeply.  
He kept his tongue in his own mouth though, not wanting to 
tempt himself beyond return.  
 
Again, he felt the half elf stiffen, and as he pulled away, 
indeed, the large eyes were wide and darkened with fear.  
He noticed now it was an odd fear.  One that he couldn’t 
explain, couldn’t comprehend.  It was…strange.  
 
“You’re lying.”  
 
Regaining his breath, anger flew into the dark haired elf’s 
eyes.  “I AM NOT!”  
 
“Then why do you recoil at my touch.  Surely I am not that 
perverse.”  
 
“You know you’re not, you arrogant Vanyar!”  
 
Glory nearly rolled his eyes.  “Stop avoiding.”  
 
“You haven’t answered my question.  Why did you do that?  
Why did you do it again?”  
 
“Look-“  
 
“Glory.”  
 
“El-“  He couldn’t know.  This alone would take time to 
mend.  “Just forget about it.  Twas a mistake.  I did not 
mean to upset you.  Let it go, Elrond.”  
 
There was hurt once again shining in his Peredhel’s eyes.  
 
Dammit.  
 
“Answer me, Glory.”  It was a soft plea…that demanded to be 
answered.  
 
“I need to know what you were frightened of, before I tell 
you.”  
 
“Why?  You can’t lie to me anyway, if it be what you fear.  
Which it’s not, so please…”  
 
“How do you know it’s not?”  
 
“Because you have no idea.”  
 
“No, I don’t.  So please, tell me.”  
 
There was a sigh from the dark haired elf.  “Glory….do you 
desire me?”  There he’d said it.  
 
Glory sighed, releasing one wrist to gently push a stray 
lock of dark silk behind a pointed ear.  “Oh El, everyone 
desires you.  You surely know that.”  
 
“What?”  
 
Glorfindel raised an eyebrow.  “Please tell me you knew 
that.  Don’t you see the people staring at you, man, 
elf…Elbereth, sometimes even dwarf?”  
 
Elrond shrugged.  “I am half elven.  I get a lot of 
attention for that.”  
 
Glorfindel stared at his friend in wonder.  6000 years, and 
the blonde had had no idea his friend didn’t truly know 
that others desired him.  He always thought the elf was 
just…not vain.  That he didn’t like to mention it, or make 
others feel less attractive.  That he was just humble, 
modest…well he was, but nay, he truly didn’t realize his 
own beauty.  
 
“El, really.  Haven’t you had others tell you you’re 
beautiful?”  
 
“Well, yes, but I’m Lord of Imladris, they ha-“  
 
“All right, fine.  Haven’t you ever seen the look in 
another’s eyes when the gaze upon you?”  
 
There was a pause.  “You mean like the one in yours?  The 
desire I saw in your eyes?”  
 
Glory stiffened slightly, but sighed.  He knew anyway, he 
had just basically admitted it.  At least part of it.  
 
“Yes.”  
 
There was another pause.  
 
“Yes, I’ve seen it before…once.  I guess I just didn’t 
notice it other than that.  Or maybe there wasn’t anything 
to notice.  Glory, maybe your own…desire… for me, clouds 
your observations. I-“  
 
Glory frowned, cutting him off.  He’d seen it before…once.  
The fear had returned to his eyes then.  
 
“El?  Who?”  
 
“What?”  
 
“Who’s eyes did you see it in before?”  
 
“What does it matter?”  
 
“It matters.”  
 
The dark haired elf lord shrugged, looking away.  
 
“Celebrian.”  
 
He wasn’t lying.  Though their marriage was arranged, love 
had grown between them, and Celebrian never had any 
problems being attracted to the half elf.  Celebrian 
however, wasn’t who he had referred to.  The once.  The 
once that really stuck in his mind.  
 
“Besides her.”  Glorfindel knew he was avoiding again.  
 
“I said once.”  
 
“Yes, once that you truly recall *not* being your wife, who 
should have felt some attraction.  Who else?”  
 
Elrond squirmed under the hold.  
 
“It matters not anymore.  Glory…I do not fear you alright…I 
trust you.”  
 
“I’m glad.  Now please trust me and tell me what troubles 
you.  I can put enough together to know that either my 
desire, or the physical contact frighten you.”  
 
Elrond frowned.  “I’m not a child.”  
 
“No.  No, you’re not.  That’s why I am concerned.  What 
fear holds you, a mighty warrior, so stricken at the gaze 
and touch of a friend who would sooner die by his own hand, 
than harm you in any way?”  
 
There was a long pause as Elrond locked eyes with his 
friend, before saying softly.  “Tis both.  But tis not 
you.”  
 
Glory frowned.  “I don’t understand…. You see someone 
else?  Or…are reminded of someone else…?”  He thought for a 
moment, as Elrond had sighed, turning his head to the 
side.  A thought struck him.  “This person, who you saw the 
lust in their eyes, it is them I remind you of.  Who was 
it?  Another male elf?  You never told me you had a male 
lover before.”  
 
“I didn’t.”  Elrond whispered.  “Not willingly.”  
 
It was Glory’s turn to freeze.  “El?”  he prompted, half 
afraid what he was to learn.  Had someone hurt his friend?  
Did someone violate him?  But then how-  
 
“Ho-“  
 
“I’m only half elf, Glory.  It wouldn’t kill me…but it 
hurt…and it haunts me.  I fear it always will…both times, 
though I hardly recall the first, I don’t need to.  I know 
it happened.”  
 
“First?  It happened twice?  The same person?  Who El?  
Tell me who hurt you!”  
 
Another long pause, finally a choked sigh.  “Maehdros, 
Glory.  Maehdros raped me.  Once as a child, out of pure 
spite for me, the son of the people who withheld his 
precious gems.  When Maglor found out, he was furious, 
heartbroken and guilt ridden.  He released us.  I never 
told my brother that that was why.  I just told him Maglor 
loved us enough to let us go.  Which was true, just not 
detailed.”  
 
Glory swallowed, closing his eyes, checking the tears that 
threatened.   “And the second time?”  
 
Elrond blinked tears of his own.  “Just before you and I 
met…”  
 
“When you went to see them.”  
 
“No, we went to see Maglor.  In his own realm.  Maehdros 
heard of our visit.  He followed us.  Elros and I split up 
to do some hunting.  Maehdros caught me off guard in the 
woods.  At first I think he just wanted to vent his anger.  
Yelling, slapping.  A rift had formed between him and his 
brother after we had left.  Then he seemed to take notice 
of me, after he hit me once and knocked me down.  I had 
been too shocked up until then to fight back.  I never 
thought I’d see him again.  I lay there and he went quiet 
and this look came over his eyes.  Lust, pure lust.  In 
seconds he was on me.  He was gentle at first, but I tried 
to struggle.  I didn’t want it.  But he was larger and much 
more skilled than I.  He got rough, raped me, and then 
left.  An hour later, I cleaned myself up, and went to find 
my brother.  But I never told him.  I never told anyone.”  
Elrond’s misty eyes turned up to his friend.  “It hurt 
Glory.  And I’d never been so scared in my life.”  
 
“Oh El.  No wonder.  I’m so sorry.  I had no idea.”  
 
He released his grip on his friend’s wrists, and rolling 
onto his side, gathered his friend against him.  
 
“No, I’m sorry Glory.  I truly do trust you.  I just-“  
 
“Saw the lust and couldn’t forget.  You may never forget.  
I’m sorry.  But El, there’s one difference between Maehdros 
and I.”  
 
“Glory, don’t be silly.  There are a thousand differences 
between you.”  
 
Glorfindel smiled against his friend’s silky, midnight 
colored hair.  
 
“But only one that’s truly important.”  
 
“…”  
 
“He didn’t love you.  I do.”  
 
Elrond blinked, as did Glory.  Did he just say that?  
 
Elrond pulled back slightly.  “What?”  
 
“I-I…I mean as-as a friend, El.”  
 
Elrond tilted his head, frowning.  “Glory?”  
 
Oh, he wasn’t buying it.  /Would you, Mr. smooth talking… 
‘I-I’ indeed./  
 
He sighed.  “El, please.  I don’t want to lose you.”  
 
“Why would you lose me?”  
 
“I don’t want things to be awkward.”  
 
There was a pause.  “You don’t just desire me…you love me.  
And that makes things awkward?”  
 
“Yes, El.  You…you do not feel the same, and besides, you 
were married, and then there is the children.  I-“  
 
“That’s why you never told me?  How long have you felt this 
way?”  
 
“A long time, El.”  
 
“How long, Glory?”  
 
“I’ve desired you since the day we met…I suppose I’ve loved 
you that long as well.  That evening, in the stables…  I’ve 
never met anyone like you.”  
 
Elrond looked away for a moment.  “More than six millennia 
is a long time to secretly love someone…I know.”  
 
“Well ye-  What?  You know?”  
 
Elrond eyes lifted and he met Glory’s with determination, a 
little nervousness and…what was that?  
 
“I love you, Glory.”  
 
Oh.  That’s what that was.  
 
“You-you what?  You love me?”  
 
Elrond nodded, face happy, sad and a little nervous.  
 
“Wh-why?  When?  I mean, how long?”  
 
“Why do I love you?  Why not?  Who wouldn’t?”  
 
“El, be serious.  Why not?  I’m arrogant, self-righteous, 
obnoxious-“  
 
“-Stubborn, aggravating, incorrigible…”  
 
Glorfindel frowned, giving his friend a look that clearly 
said, /gee thanks./  Elrond laughed softly, the sound music 
to the Vanyar’s ears.  
 
“You are all those things, yes, but you are so much more.  
Clever, witty, brave, loyal, honest, funny, kind, 
thoughtful…you’re not afraid to have fun, you don’t care 
what others may think and-and you’re beautiful, Glory.  All 
of that, good and bad, make you who you are, and I love 
you.  Every part of you, from your subtle thoughtfulness to 
your obstinate stubbornness.”  
 
Elrond was both moved and amused to see the arrogant 
elf…blush.  
 
“And when?” he asked quietly, locking eyes with his friend.  
 
“I also was attracted to you the moment we met.  My love…I 
don’t know when it started Glory, but it’s grown stronger 
and stronger with each passing century.”  
 
“And why didn’t you say anything, I mean before Celebrian?”  
 
“I didn’t think someone like you could ever love someone 
like me.”  
 
Glorfindel didn’t think he could be shocked more this day.  
“Why on Arda not?”  
 
“Glorfindel, you nearly as old as the earth, you’re a 
legend.  You could have anyone your heart desired.  You 
*have*.  Tell me you do not recall all the times you shared 
your night time antics with me…and occasional afternoons.”  
Elrond smiled at this, but Glory could see the troubled 
look.  
 
“It bothered you…”  
 
“Well, yes, I guess it did a bit…a lot.  I know it’s silly, 
we weren’t together or anything, you never knew of my 
feelings, and you certainly weren’t bothered by Celebrian.  
I-“  
 
“You’re wrong.  Celebrian was a dear friend, but I had to 
fight my darker half not to hate her for having you, when I 
wanted you for myself.”  
 
Elrond looked shocked.  “Why Glory?  Why do you want me?  
What do I possess that other, greater, fairer elves do 
not?”  
 
“Well that’s easy.  They have not your mind, your body, 
your heart, or you soul.  Just as I am so many things, you 
are as well.  Stubborn as all get out.  I’ve really met my 
match in you, you’re impossible.  But El, you are so 
beautiful, inside and out.  You’re the single most 
compassionate being I’ve ever met.  You are incredibly wise 
and intelligent, and at that, so much younger than those 
possessing near your intelligence and wisdom, who *are* as 
old as the earth.  You have a very odd sense of humor that 
I adore.  You’re incredibly brave and self-
sacrificing…almost to a fault.  I’ve met my match also in 
wits and cleverness with you.  Verbal sparring has never 
been so fun.  Your loyalty and faith in your people is 
moving.  Your gifts as a healer, your abilities with sword 
and bow.  Your natural way with horses…with children.  
You’re amazing Elrond Half-Elven.  I do not count myself 
worthy to be loved by you.”  
 
“Than we are at an impasse,” Elrond said ever so softly, 
touched by his friend’s words.  “For I fear I am not worthy 
of you.  What are we to do now?”  
 
Glorfindel held his friend’s dark gaze, sweeping a hand 
over the soft cheek, cupping the side of his face.  “Trust, 
melethron.  Trust.”  
 
Pewter colored eyes were large and luminous, looking 
hopeful but confused.  “Trust what?”  
 
“That I love you, and you I.  Should that not be enough?”  
 
“Yes it should.  But Glory-“  
 
“…”  
 
“-I do want you.  I mean, I do desire you, but you must 
understand.  I do not know how easily I will forget…him.  
His touch.”  
 
“You will not.  Not easily, but I can help you.  You must 
trust me.  Slowly we shall take this.  I know you’re 
nervous, you’ve never been with a male besides ~him~, but I 
can show you that it doesn’t have to hurt.  I can take your 
fear and pain and only bring you pleasure if you’ll let 
me….will you?”  
 
“…yes.  I will.”  
 
With a loving smile and a nod, Glory slowly, gently, rolled 
his friend back underneath him, and once again hovered over 
him.  He could see the tension in his friend, but now 
understood.  He would see how far he could go in attempt to 
relax his friend.  If the fear became to strong, he would 
ease off.  This wasn’t about jumping his love here and 
now.  This was about showing his love that everything would 
be alright.  They could be together.  They should be 
together.  They would be.  Elrond loved him.  
 
Slowly, not wishing to startle his friend again, he lowered 
his lips once more to Elrond’s.  With practiced ease, he 
gently caressed the others lips with his own.  After a few 
moments, when his friend did not tense up further, and upon 
opening his eye to find his friend’s closed, accepting the 
kiss, he closed his eyes again.  He then carefully opened 
his mouth, easing his tongue out to lap at the seam of his 
friend’s lips, encouraging him to open up to him.  
 
Have having had lovers before, though female, Elrond 
understood this and slowly, hesitantly, opened his mouth to 
his friend.  Tensing slightly at the other males’ tongue 
entering, he relaxed some when immediately Glorfindel 
slowed his pace, retracting his tongue briefly, then slowly 
sliding it in again.  This time, El didn’t react 
frantically, instead accepted it, allowing it to tangle 
with his.  
 
For some time, with Elrond relaxing more and more into the 
pleasurable embrace of mouths, they did this, Glorfindel 
alternately pulling back to suckle and nip his friend’s 
bottom lip, or placing light kisses at the corner of the 
half elf’s mouth.  Then Glorfindel increased their contact, 
lowering his body so he no longer hovered, straining his 
arms, but lay along his friend’s body; thighs, hips and 
chests in contact as they were the same height.  
 
Instantly, Elrond stiffened again, the distinct masculine 
weight unnerving him.  Glory didn’t pull away, but held one 
of his friend’s hands in his, while his other stroked the 
dark, ebony hair, placing soft kisses on the half elf’s 
face, muttering reassurances to him softly, soothingly.  
 
It took a bit longer, but eventually the dark haired lord’s 
breathing evened out again, his body relaxed some of its 
nervous tension, though he was still taut, this time from 
the desire that was building in him.  He could feel the 
other elf’s arousal, pressing into his own stirring.  This 
both frightened and pleased him.  The memories were clear, 
but his friend wanted him, however was not forcing him.  He 
knew he’d stop if he only asked.  But he didn’t, not yet.  
How far could he get without fear overwhelming him?  
 
The light kisses ended, as the nervous tension dissipated, 
and once more deep, passionate kisses took over, Elrond 
growing somewhat bolder and taking the initiative to nip 
and suckle at his friend’s full lips.  
 
This pleased Glorfindel to no end, but he remained in 
control, no matter how his desire grew for the beauty 
beneath him.  He knew what he wanted right now would only 
frighten and hurt his friend…especially with his desire so 
built up.  He didn’t trust himself to be gentle with the 
younger elf.  The thought of taking the dark haired elf was 
overwhelming, he wanted so badly to be thrusting in and out 
of his enchanting Peredhel, making him cry out in ecstasy.  
The thought caused a stir in his already tight breeches.  
Elrond noticed, tensing again slightly.  
 
 
Immediately, Glorfindel pulled back.  “I’m sorry, 
mellonin.  Tis hard.  We should stop for now.  I fear 
losing control of myself.  6000 years is a long time to 
fantasize about someone.”  
 
Elrond looked up into his friend’s soft, yet expressive 
eyes.  He smiled.  “You fantasized about me?”  
 
Glorfindel chuckled.  “All too often.”  
 
“Go ahead.”  
 
“What?”  
 
“Live out your fantasy’s Glory.”  
 
“Nay. I cannot.  I will not hurt you.”  
 
Elrond looked confused.  “Your fantasies involve harming 
me?”  
 
Glory’s eyes widened.  “Elbereth no.  Even in my darkest 
desires I would never hurt you…they are just…rather…rough.”  
 
Elrond seemed to understand and smiled at his friend.  “I 
will not break.”  
 
“I know, but…”  
 
“I trust you, Glory.”  
 
“El, you don’t understand.  I fear losing control with 
you.  To not have the strength to stop…if I frighten you, 
which in this situation would lead to harm…to pain…  I 
couldn’t live with myself if I hurt you.”  
 
“You?  Lose control?”  
 
“El…you are the most amazing creature I have ever laid eyes 
on.  The only thing stronger than my lust for you, is my 
love…which is why, I just can’t…”  
 
“I want you too.”  
 
“You trust my heart, as you should…but you know I tend to 
be…well, you should know better than to trust that certain 
drive of mine.”  
 
“They often have minds of their own…”  
 
Glorfindel chuckled softly.  “Aye.”  
 
“Oh Glory, what can I say to make you see…”  
 
“Nothing.  We’re just both going to have to have patience.”  
 
“But you don’t have any.”  
 
Glorfindel smiled, “then I shall have to acquire some.  
This…between us…needs time.  You mean too much to me.  You 
aren’t like the others.  It’s not just about sex, El.  
Please, you must understand….”  
 
Elrond smiled, his eyes now silver with happiness.  “I 
do…though how long exactly are we talking here?”  
 
Glorfindel looked distressed and befuddled.  “Well, I don’t 
know…I’ll-we’ll….just know…okay?”  
 
“Yes, milord.”  
 
“Very funny.”  
 
“Aye, and I don’t even try.”  
 
“I know.”  
 
The blonde leaned forward, kissing the half elf sweetly.  
 
“I’ll see you at breakfast…you best get up and see about 
getting the little imp out of bed.”  
 
Elrond nodded, bright eyes never leaving his friend’s face.  
 
“You’re beautiful,” he said, chastely kissing the blonde 
warrior one last time, before getting up to indeed wake up 
his youngest son, Estel.  
 
Glorfindel felt his heart swell at that.  So many years…so 
many wasted years.  Well, no more.  Elrond was his…nearly 
his.  He could barely suppress his desire to take the other 
elf, and truly claim him.  
 
 
Chapter 7  
 
 
Several Weeks Later  
 
 
Glorfindel stood in the doorway, watching his lord and 
friend bent over some important documents, reading, signing 
and stamping before rolling up and placing in what the 
golden haired elf had dubbed the “done” pile.  
 
It was late, well past midnight.  Though they had had a few 
moments to themselves in the past few weeks, not nearly 
enough as many things about the realm had come up.  There 
were stolen kisses here and there, in the stables, in the 
garden, once on a riding trail as they had gone to inspect 
how the warriors training ground held up, and its warriors.  
 
Actually, Elrond had gone to inspect his loves work, and 
had much approved, thus Glorfindel earning the deep and 
*very* rewarding kiss on their return.  
 
Now, he gazed lovingly at his best friend, who’s hair was 
slightly mussed, no doubt from the half elf hastily pushing 
his hair back, as his formal braids kept swinging down into 
his face, as they were now.  Twilight locks brushed the 
olive toned cheek, causing him to flick it back to no avail 
as it swung back down.  
 
Glorfindel silently chuckled upon hearing the indignant 
huff.  He was one of the few to ever see the proud, mighty 
elf lord…pout.  Erestor often chastised him, telling him to 
act his age.  Celebrian had oft just rolled her eyes and 
shook her head, muttering something about humans and 
maturity.  Glorfindel however, adored it.  Finding it to be 
most endearing and in truth, extremely arousing.  But 
everything about the half elf was arousing, and at the 
moment, Glorfindel couldn’t resist.  
 
He silently approached his love, slipping beside and then 
behind him unnoticed.  The golden haired elf knew he was 
the only being ever to successfully sneak up on his 
friend.  It drove the Noldor crazy when he did it.  
 
Without a word, Glorfindel slid his hands on and down broad 
shoulders, caressing the chest that now contained a rapidly 
beating heart as his friend jumped, cursing.  Glorfindel 
chuckled, whispering,  “Caught you again.”  
 
His friend visibly relaxed and then mock scowled back at 
his seneschal.  “You nearly have me a heart attack.”  
 
“As unfortunate as that would have been, you’ve taught me 
well many forms of resuscitation.  Mind if I practice one 
on you anyway?”  
 
Now waiting for an answer, the golden haired elf tilted his 
head till his lips captured the others in an open mouth 
kiss as the Noldor had been about to respond cleverly.  All 
clever thoughts escaped him at his friend’s simple caress, 
intensified by hands stroking his muscled chest.  
 
Elrond gasped as his friend pulled away, saying in between 
breaths.  “You know…you’re…doing it…wrong.”  
 
“Oh?”  Glorfindel exclaimed, raising an eyebrow.  “Perhaps 
I need another lesson…”  
 
Elrond smiled at the blonde who turned his chair, kneeling 
before him.  “Among other things, right?”  He questioned, 
teasingly.  
 
But a soft, serious, “Aye,” was his only response as the 
Vanyar reached behind him, unclasping the clip holding the 
Half-Elf’s long, dark hair back.  Strands fell forward, 
mixing with the strands that the Vanyar was now loosening 
from the formal braids that showed his Lord’s status.  
 
With tender care, Glorfindel ran his fingers through the 
soft silky tresses.  They were like water running easily 
over his hands, and it cascaded freely now about the half 
elf’s shoulders.  
 
“So beautiful,” Glorfindel whispered, smiling as his lord 
bashfully ducked his head, hiding the light flush beyond 
the dark ebony locks that curtained his face.  
 
Glorfindel would have none of it, and he reached to turn 
his love’s face back to his, brushing the twilight strands 
behind delicate pointed ears.  Then, ever so gently, he 
leaned forward, kissing the soft, firm lips.  
 
“I love you.”  
 
Moments later found Elrond lifted up and seated on his 
desk, mouth firmly trapped by his seneschal’s.  The blonde 
devoured the other’s lips and tongue, savoring the taste he 
had become familiar with so recently…one he could hardly 
believe he’d lived so long without.  
 
Elrond closed his eyes, relaxing into the embrace as his 
friend’s arms wrapped around his waist.  Glorfindel, 
standing between his friend’s spread legs, carefully, as 
testing waters, rubbed himself up against his friend, 
allowing him to feel his need.  He was rewarded with a soft 
moan, and a stirring from the other elf.  
 
Glorfindel bit the supple lip in his mouth, before sucking 
on it soothingly.  Feeling encouraged, he slipped his hands 
up under his friend’s tunic, running them over the rippling 
muscle of his friend’s stomach and chest.  He rubbed 
enticing circles over Elrond’s nipples, causing them to 
harden.  With a gasp, Elrond pulled back slightly.  
 
“…door…”  he managed before another gasp interrupted as 
Glorfindel sucked greedily at the elegant neck.  
 
 
“…locked…” Glorfindel returned in a mumble.  
 
Elrond pushed back slightly, giving his friend a confused 
look.  He didn’t normally lock the door when he came in.  
The blonde practically read his thoughts.  
 
“Well, I admit this time I had planned on seducing you…tell 
me, is it working?”  
 
Elrond smiled mischievously.  “I’d keep trying if I were 
you.”  
 
Glorfindel’s eyes darkened to indigo.  “If you were me, 
you’d understand just how magnificent you are…you’d never 
let you go…”  
 
“Then don’t.”  
 
“I didn’t plan on it.”  
 
There was a pause as Elrond lovingly caressed his friends 
smooth cheek, then ran his hand through thick, golden locks 
as he spoke softly.  “My heart is yours Glorfindel…I think 
it always has been.  Take it…and me.  I belong to you 
now…make me yours forever.”  
 
“Now that I *do* plan on.”  This was said without 
arrogance, but whispered, eyes bright with love.  The 
blonde was deeply moved by his friend’s trust, love and 
complete submission.  Lord Elrond had never submitted 
(willingly) to anyone before.  
 
He could take the half elf right here, right now, he was 
ready.  And he did plan to very soon, but not here.  No, 
his love deserved better for their first time.  Gently he 
tugged on his friend’s waist, pulling him forward, stepping 
back as the other slipped off the desk top.  
 
Elrond looked at him quizzically.  Glorfindel just smiled, 
and taking the half elf’s hand, led him through the back 
door of the study, down a deserted hallway, to Elrond’s 
chambers.  
 
Closing and locking the door behind him, lest the children 
come to their father during the night, Glorfindel turned 
back to his love, who’s eyes were shining, a sweet smile on 
his handsome face.  Elrond understood his friend’s thoughts 
and was touched.  
 
Taking the initiative, still clasping his friend’s warm 
hand, Elrond walked backwards, leading him to the bed.  He 
stopped upon feeling his calves hit the back of the dark 
wood frame.  He sighed into his friend’s mouth as it met 
his, tongues once again dueling.  This time he returned the 
love nips, suckling at tender flesh to sooth and entice.  
He quivered as his friend’s warm hands once again found 
there way into his tunic, though now through the front, as 
the blonde had unbuttoned it without the half elf’s notice, 
and it was slipping to the floor.  The hands slid down his 
back as well, caressing strong muscles, coming to stop over 
the half elf’s backside.  Elrond moaned low in his throat 
as Glorfindel kneaded the firm roundness there, pressing 
the half elf into himself, rubbing their arousals together 
through their breeches.  
 
Glorfindel groaned as well, nipping more fervently at his 
friend’s kiss bruised lips.  He was trying to take this 
slow, but as each second passed, the fire within grew 
stronger.  The glorious creature submitting to his touch 
was an aphrodisiac in himself.  None had ever burned a fire 
this hot in the Vanyar’s body.  …Balrog included.  
 
“Oh El, I must have you.”  
 
“I told you melethron.  I am yours.  Take me.”  
 
“Now…?”  
 
“Now.”  
 
Elrond was on his back, mouth open in a gasp as Glorfindel 
licked, nibbled and suckled his way down the half elf’s 
smooth, dark body, while his hands unlaced breeches.  
Knowing his friend’s torso had always been sensitive (he 
was again among the few who dared to tickle the elf lord) 
he dipped his tongue into his friend’s naval, pleased at 
the gasp emitted and the hips bucking upwards, allowing 
him, as he had expected, to slip breeches down over the 
narrow hips.  Once his love was naked he took the merest 
moment to admire the perfection he saw.  
 
Then his lust took over again.  He needed the other soon, 
but he also wanted explore just a bit.  What other parts of 
his best friend were sensitive to his touch?  The ears, he 
knew, having snuck up on his friend a time or two the past 
few weeks, wrapping arms around him from behind, licking 
and suckling on the tip of his friend’s ear.  He still 
remembered the delicious shudder that had coursed through 
the dark haired elf.  But that anyone knew.  Elves ears 
were sensitive.  That was that.  
 
But what else could he discover on his new playground…  H 
ran his hands over the lean muscular body, nipping and 
suckling where he went, testing areas for interest.  
 
Hmmmm…the neck, behind the ear…a gasp…collar bone…a deep 
moan…nipples, well of course a throaty groan…  His hands 
ran down the hard body, running over ribs and taut muscle, 
down to the hips…a sharp quiver…hmmm…the hips…  He trailed 
kisses down the solid torso, bypassing the other elf’s 
obvious need, to ever so slightly lick at an enticingly 
protruding hipbone.  
 
Elrond jerked, eyes snapping open, surprised at his body’s 
reaction to that.  
 
“What did…you do?” he gasped, hands resting on the blondes 
broad shoulders.  
 
Glorfindel grinned mischievously.  “This…” he said, before 
licking at the other hip bone, and suckling at it while his 
hand ran over the other one in soft, feather touches.  
 
Elrond gasped, hips bucking upwards.  
 
Extremely aroused by his friend’s actions, Glorfindel was 
tempted to do as he had been bid, just take his friend, but 
no…no, this was good.  He found himself more and more 
aroused by eliciting such strong reactions from his lord.  
Hmm…  
 
Kneeling between his friend’s legs, he moved both hands to 
firmly grip the slender hips below him.  The firm touch, it 
seemed, ever more inflamed his friend, whose eyes had gone 
from their normal silver brightness to dark, passionate 
pewter.  Glorfindel imagined at his peak, his lord’s eyes 
were black.  He hoped to see such.  
 
With a wicked grin, hands holding down, but subtly 
caressing the lean hips, his head lowered to take his 
friend into his mouth.  Elrond automatically bucked 
upwards, but Glorfindel’s grip was firm.  The half elf 
gasped and whimpered, his breath coming short at the 
pleasant pressure on his hips (what he had realized shortly 
before was an erogenous zone for him) and the obvious wet 
heat engulfing his member, licking and sucking expertly.  
 
The dark haired lord knew he was going to come, this was 
too much.  “Glory-‘” he gasped out, hands too busy 
clutching feverishly at the linen, to reach out and push 
his friend back.  “Argh!”  He cried, eyes rolling back, 
body quivering as he came in his friend’s mouth.  
 
As Elrond went slack, breathing hard, sweat formed on his 
whole body, Glorfindel stretched over top of him, leaning 
down to kiss him, allowing him to taste himself.  
 
Elrond didn’t think he had anything left, but his friend’s 
deft fingers caressing his hips and now his spine, he found 
caused immediate sensations.  He was hard again, as his 
friend seemed to touch every part of him that responded so 
fervently,  Glorfindel suckled behind an ear, pressed their 
arousals together, gripped a slim hip, ran a hand from 
collar bone down a sensitive side to slide behind and trail 
fingers along a spine that arched up off the bed from all 
the pleasurable torture.  
 
“Oh Elbereth, Glory.  No more, just take me.”  
 
Glorfindel nuzzled into his friend’s neck, mumbling.  “More 
than willingly, milord.”  
 
Glorfindel’s hand at Elrond’s hip, slipped down to gather 
pre-fluid, quickly coated the blonde’s member, before 
slipping down between the half elf’s legs.  He quickly 
stretched and soothed the tight opening with pre-fluid, 
knowing how close he was, not wanting to waste another 
second.  
 
Still, he was gentle as he pushed into his friend, who 
whimpered.  He stopped, but Elrond shook his head, hand 
slipping down to the blonde’s backside, encouraging him to 
continue.  Finally, completely engulfed in his friend’s 
impossibly tight heat, Glorfindel gasped for breath.  
Elbereth, it was so blessedly good.  
 
He groaned as Elrond lifted his hips, encouraging him 
further.  
 
“Oh yes, El.  Elbereth, yes.”  He started slowly, but soon 
quickened his pace as his friend squirmed beneath him, 
whimpering in pleasure, biting his lip to keep from 
screaming, as was the Vanyar.  
 
Elrond’s eyes were closed, but upon Glorfindel’s whispered 
request, they opened.  Black they were, the dark pewter 
barely discernable from the dilated pupils.  Glorfindel 
gripped the waist tightly, ramming into the half elf, he 
began grunting with effort, sweat pouring off both of 
them.  The bed shook with the intensity.  
 
Glorfindel almost came just watching through hooded eyes as 
his friend began twisting and writhing beneath him, head 
thrown back against the pillows, sweat glistening on the 
lean body.  
 
“Yes, Glory.   Yes!”  He groaned.  
 
That was it.  Leaning forward, wrapping his arms up and 
around his friends shoulders, he bit down into a sensitive 
collarbone, stifling a scream as he slammed into his love, 
his body shuddered as he spurt his seed into his friend, 
Elrond’s own seed slick on their taut stomachs.  
 
Glorfindel continued to pound into him, drawing it out as 
he emptied himself inside his friend.  
 
Finally spent, Glorfindel collapsed on top of his equally 
spent lord.  
 
“Ai, Elbereth,”  
 
“No, I’m Elrond,” came the labored, but mischievous reply.  
 
Glorfindel chuckled, nudging his nose affectionately 
against his dark lover’s.  “Cheeky Half Elf.”  
 
“Mmmm…”  
 
Moments later, both were asleep, Glorfindel having slipped 
onto his side, and the younger elf curling into him, safe 
and quite content.  
 
 
Epilogue  
 
 
The Next Morning…  
 
 
Glorfindel woke at the same time as his lover.  But what 
had awoken them?  
 
They looked at each other and then smiled at a small voice 
that answered the unspoken question.  
 
“Ada?”  
 
“I’ll let him in.”  Glorfindel said, tossing his friend a 
night shirt that had never made it on the previous night, 
as he himself donned his breeches and a robe.  
 
He unlocked and opened the door to a mussed, sleepy eyed, 
four year old.  
 
The child took no notice that his much older friend was in 
his Ada’s chambers so early in the morning, for early it 
was, the sun had not even touched the horizon.  
 
Without a word, he opened his arms to the blonde, who 
immediately picked him up, closed the door and returned to 
the warmth of his Lord’s bed.  
 
As soon as he settled back down beside his love, Estel 
crawled over and into his Ada’s lap, curling into the 
familiar warmth, tiny hand instinctively going to a lock of 
dark ebony hair.  
 
“Nightmare?”  El asked gently, eyes shining with affection 
for his youngest (though foster) child.  The fact that he 
was not directly his, did not stop the unconditional love 
he had for him.  He was his child, by all other rights.  
 
“Mmmm-hmmm.”  
 
The boy still sometimes suffered nightmares of his parents 
death, though he hardly remembered who his parents were, it 
was still frightening images that assailed such a young 
mind.  
 
“You’re safe, little one.  Rest now, Glory and I are here.”  
 
“Mmm-kay.”  He was already dropping back off.  
 
Elrond continued to sit up with him, rocking him gently, 
humming a lullaby softly.  He trailed off when he realized 
that the weight beside him had shifted, and there was a 
light pressure on his left leg, and Estel was sitting on 
his right.  Glorfindel had slipped down, head resting on 
his thigh, eyes dimmed and unfocused in Elven sleep.  
 
With a loving smile at his best friend and lover, Elrond 
cradled his son to him in one arm, and let the hand of his 
other run soothingly through long, golden strands of silk.  
Not much later, he himself was once again asleep, his last 
thoughts being /He was right…/  
 
~ Flashback ~  
 
“And perhaps, a special one will come along, that reminds 
you so much of your brother, or you…”  
 
“And I will lose him too.”  
 
“Yes, but you will have the memories to light your fragile 
soul.”  
 
“You think me fragile?”  
 
“Nay, pen-neth.  I think you very strong…you need to be 
strong.”  
 
“Nay, I *have* to be strong.”  
 
“You will.  And I will be there for you when your strength 
may tremble, and threaten to fail.  I will hold you up….”  
 
~ End Flashback ~  
 
/And he will…/  
 
 
The End