Title: Finding Hope (13-15/30)
Author: Aglarien
Rating:  NC-17
Type: FPS 
Pairings: Erestor/Glorfindel, Caladir/Gurvelon, Melpomaen/Turidon, 
Lindir/Taurfaeron
Disclaimer: Alas, not mine.  Except for the cats.  Master Tolkien owns all the rest.  
I promise to return his elves when I’m done playing with them.  
Warning:  AU.  
Summary:   The elflings learn about Glorfindel and a day at the river is planned.

Note: Conversations indicated with a single ‘…..’ are Erestor and Glorfindel 
silently mind speaking to each other.



*~*~*~*~*
Chapter 13

In the morning, Glorfindel was the first to reach Faelion, who was loudly 
protesting his wet state and empty stomach.  Erestor ran to the kitchen to get the 
baby’s milk and ask a kitchen servant to deliver breakfast for the rest of them.  He 
would be glad when the renovation of the rooms currently occupied by Amarion’s 
family was complete, and he would be able to keep some basic things for the 
children, like the baby’s milk, in the small kitchen they had planned.  He was 
even looking forward to preparing some simple meals for them.  

Returning to their rooms, Erestor found Glorfindel sitting in the rocking chair 
with all three of the elflings squished onto his lap.  He was rocking them and 
teaching the older elflings one of the songs he remembered from his own 
childhood, as Faelion sucked on a bunny ear.  Erestor, smiling at the lovely sight, 
took the baby from Glorfindel to feed, and joined in the singing.  

When the baby was fed, Erestor laid him in the cradle with his bunny.  He picked 
up Amdiriel from Glorfindel’s lap and said, “Are my elflings hungry?  Breakfast 
is here.  Come and eat.”  Glorfindel picked up Gailion, and they set the children in 
their chairs.

“Oh, look little ones, no porridge again!” Glorfindel said.

The children grinned at him.  “Do we have jam this morning again, Ada?” Gailion 
said.

“ Indeed we do.  There is jam, and toast to put it on, and fruit and eggs.”  
Glorfindel said, taking his turn and serving them this morning.  “Would you like 
some toast with your jam as well, Ada Restor?”

Erestor chuckled.  “There’s nothing wrong with a lot of jam and a little toast, is 
there, my elflings?”

The happy children shook their heads and smiled at their Adas.  

When breakfast was over, Erestor told the children, “Your Ada Glor and I need to 
take a bath.  Shall we all take one before we dress?”

“With bubbles, Ada?” Amdiriel asked.

“Oh, lots of bubbles,” Erestor answered.  

The entire family, Faelion included, fit in the bathtub with room to spare.  The 
elflings really did not need their hair washed, since Erestor had done it last night, 
but it would be a good way to switch places again.  Trying to make sure the 
elflings felt loved equally by both their Adas, and grew comfortable with both, 
Glorfindel held Faelion safely while Erestor washed Gailion’s hair, and then 
Erestor took the baby so Glorfindel could wash Amdiriel’s.  

When they were in danger of having permanently wrinkled skin, Erestor thought 
it might be a good time to mention that there was new clothing and shoes to look 
at this morning.  Even though Gailion had enough clothing that Elladan and 
Elrohir had grown out of, Glorfindel had made sure he purchased some new 
clothes for him that would not be hand-me-downs.

After coaxing the children out of the bathtub with the promise of new clothing, 
Erestor dried Faelion and set him on the warm rug near the fireplace.  Quickly 
drying themselves and putting on leggings, they then switched elflings again.  
Erestor dried Amdiriel, then brushed and braided her wet hair, while Glorfindel 
took care of Gailion.  

Erestor pulled out the new clothes and laid all of Amdiriel’s new dresses out on 
one side of the bed, while Glorfindel laid out all of Gailion’s and Faelion’s on the 
other.  

“Look at all the new dresses your Ada Glor bought for you yesterday, 
sweetheart,” Erestor told Amdiriel.  “Are they not lovely?”

Amdiriel’s eyes grew large, as she looked at all the dresses, touching some of 
them shyly.
“Oh, Ada, there are so many.  They are so pretty.”  She ran to Glorfindel and held 
her arms up for him to pick her up, which of course he did.  “Thank you, Ada 
Glor.  I have never had so many dresses before.”  She kissed Glorfindel shyly on 
his cheek.  “I love you, Ada Glor.”  She gave Glorfindel a hug.  

“I love you, too, sweetheart.  I am very happy that you like your dresses.  Now, do 
you see one you want to wear today?”  

“I am not sure yet, Ada Glor.  Can I go look at them again?”  Glorfindel set her 
down and she ran back to the other side of the bed with Erestor.    “Ada, what 
color should I wear?”

Erestor realized there were just too many for the little elfling to decide on her 
own.  “Well, yesterday you and I wore green.  What about if we wore blue today?  
And Ada Glor and your brothers can also wear blue and we will all match.  
Would you like that?”

Amdiriel nodded, smiling at Erestor.

“What a good idea, my love,” Glorfindel said.  “Gailion, which ones would you 
like to wear today, little one?”

“Hmmm….those Ada.”  The elfling pointed to a set of dark blue leggings with a 
marching dark blue tunic that sported gold clasps.  “Ada,” he said, “thank you for 
all my new clothes.” 

“You are very welcome, my sweet one,” Glorfindel answered.  “Do you love Ada 
Restor and me, too?”  He added with a little grin.

“Of course, Ada!  But not just because of the clothes and toys.  We would love 
you even if you did not give us presents,” Gailion said.

Amdiriel nodded.   “We would, Ada,” she told Erestor.

“Thank you, my love.  Your Ada Glor and I love all three of you very much, and 
we want to do nice things for you because we love you.  Now, since Gailion has 
chosen dark blue, what if you wore this beautiful dark blue dress and I wore my 
dark blue robes?  See, the dress even has gold buttons, and we will put a gold 
flower clasp in your hair.”

“A gold flower clasp, Ada?” Amdiriel asked.

“Aye, love.  Your Ada Glor bought them for all of you yesterday.  The golden 
flower is the symbol of Ada Glor’s house, so it is our symbol, too.  It is mine, 
because I am his husband, and you and your brothers because you are our children 
now.  Do you understand?”

“I think so, Ada,” she answered.  

“So you see my ring, little one?”  Erestor showed her his wedding ring.  “It is just 
like Ada Glor’s.  They are the rings we exchanged when we married, and it has a 
golden flower in it too.”

Amdiriel smiled up at Erestor.  “So when we wear golden flowers it tells 
everyone that we are yours, is that right, Ada?”

“That’s right, my love,” Erestor answered with a smile.

“Ada, do Faelion and I have golden flowers too?” Gailion asked Glorfindel.

“Of course, sweetling.  You all have a golden flower hair clasp and a golden 
flower broach for your cloaks.  And the gold circlets I ordered for all of you has a 
golden flower on them.”

“What is a circlet, Ada?”  Amdiriel asked.

Erestor opened a drawer and took out his gold circlet.  “This is a circlet, love.  We 
wear them on our heads on special occasions like when we have important 
visitors, or on days like Yule.  Both your Ada Glor and I are Lords of Imladris.  
But your Ada Glor was also a great Lord in Gondolin long ago.  You are our 
children now, so your Ada Glor ordered circlets like this, but smaller so they will 
fit you, to wear on special days.”

“Ada and Nana used to tell us stories of Glorfindel of Gondolin,” Gailion said.  
“He killed a Balrog and helped save the people, but he died.  Are you named after 
that Glorfindel, Ada?”

‘Oh, sweet Elbereth, what do we tell them now?’ Erestor heard Glorfindel’s 
words in his mind.

‘Let me try, my love,’ he answered.

“Gailion, come sit with your sister and me for a moment, and I will try to explain 
something to you.”  He sat on the floor and pulled the elflings onto his lap.  
Glorfindel came and sat beside them, and picked up Faelion.  “You both 
understand that elves are immortal, meaning we are supposed to live until the end 
of Arda?”  The elflings nodded.  “Sometimes, though, when an elf’s body is hurt 
too badly for the soul to remain, the body dies and the elf’s soul goes to Mandos’ 
Halls.”  He waited for the elflings to nod again.  

“That is what happened to Glorfindel of Gondolin’s soul, and what happened to 
the souls of your parents.  So even though your parents are not here with us, they 
are still alive in Mandos’ Halls, which is in Valinor, because elves do not die even 
though their bodies can.  Sometimes, when a soul wishes it and when Mandos 
allows it, an elf is reborn and their soul is given a new body.  Usually they are 
born into a new family with a new body, so they might look different.  We do not 
know if they ever rejoin their old family, even though they remember them when 
they are grown up, at least I have not heard of that happening.  I think most of 
them must decide to stay in Valinor when they are reborn because it is such a 
wonderful place to live, and wait for their old families to join them there.  Do you 
understand so far?”

“I think so, Ada,” said Gailion.  “So if our Ada and Nana were reborn, they would 
probably stay in Valinor, and we might see them when we go there?”

“Aye, little one, that is right,” Erestor answered.  “Now, what happened to 
Glorfindel of Gondolin was very special, because he had something very special 
to do.  The Valar made a new body for him that was exactly like his old body.  In 
fact, it was his old body, recreated by the Valar.  His soul returned to that body, 
and the Valar told him he had to return to Middle-earth, even though all of his 
family and friends were gone, because he was needed here.  They told him that he 
was to protect Lord Elrond and his family, and fight against the evil things here.  
Lord Elrond is the descendent of one special family that Glorfindel saved in 
Gondolin.  That family was the daughter of the ruler of Gondolin, and her 
husband, and their little son.  The little son was Lord Elrond’s father, Eärendil.”

“The same Eärendil that is the star, with his ship, Ada?” Amdiriel asked.

“Aye, sweetheart, the very same.”  Erestor answered.  “And so Glorfindel 
returned to Middle-earth, as the Valar asked him to, and came to Imladris.  So you 
see, your Ada Glor is the same Glorfindel of Gondolin that killed the Balrog.”

The elflings looked wide-eyed at Glorfindel.  “Really, Ada?” Gailion asked in an 
awed whisper.  “You died and came back?”

“Really, my little ones,” Glorfindel answered.

The two elflings threw themselves at Glorfindel, nearly squishing their little 
brother in the process.  “I am glad you came back, Ada Glor,” Amdiriel said,  “so 
you could be our Ada.”  

“Ada, you will not die again, will you?” Gailion asked. 

Glorfindel smiled.  “I certainly do not intend to, sweetheart.  I do not think the 
Valar would send me back just to have me die all over again.  I am very careful 
not to, because I still need to protect Lord Elrond and protect all of us from the 
evil things.  And I am very sure that the Valar help me so nothing really bad 
happens to me.”

“But what does all that have to do with golden flowers, Ada Glor?” Amdiriel 
asked.

“In Gondolin, I was the Lord of the House of the Golden Flower, so the golden 
flower has always been my symbol.”

“And now it is ours, too,” Amdiriel said, matter-of-factly.

“Aye, sweetheart, now it is yours and your brothers’ too,” Glorfindel said.

“Now, let us get dressed and see if your new shoes and sandals fit, and then we 
will go and see if our friends need some help moving to their new cottage,” 
Erestor said.

When the family was dressed in their dark blue and gold, including Faelion, 
Erestor packed his bag with some diapers, a bottle of milk, and assorted toys for 
the children.  They checked on the cats and left the doors to the balcony open so 
they could wander into the walled garden and Tinnu could get out to catch his and 
Glirien’s breakfast, and set out for the neighboring rooms. 

The move of Amarion and his family to their cottage had already begun, so 
Erestor and Glorfindel collected Saercaeron, Lainon and Laerien to keep with 
them while Amarion and Diwen supervised their move.  Next, they called on 
Caladir and Gurvelon, and they all decided an outing by the river with a picnic 
lunch and games for the children, and maybe fishing for the boys, would be a 
wonderful way to spend the day.  So they gathered baskets of food for lunch, 
blankets and fishing poles.  

Erestor went to check on Elrond, and found him working in his office.  “Elrond, 
there is really nothing urgent there, is there?” he asked.

“Not particularly.  I just thought I would try to keep up with it so we do not get 
behind.”

“If I help you with it tomorrow, will you come with us today?  We are all 
spending the day at the Bruinen, and you have not taken a day off in a long 
while.”  It would do their Lord good to get away from his office for a while. 

“With fishing?  And a picnic?” Elrond asked.  He enjoyed fishing, and loved 
picnics.  He did not really feel like spending the day working, and was glad for 
the excuse not to.

Erestor chuckled.  “Aye, fishing and a picnic.”

“Then may I suggest we also get Mel and Turidon?  And Lindir and Taurfaeron as 
well? Lindir can bring his harp and play for us.”  Elrond grinned.

Erestor laughed.  “I will go find Mel and Turidon.  You go and get Lindir and 
Taurfaeron.  After all, Elladan and Elrohir are here and can supervise the training.  
Oh, and I will tell the cooks to have someone bring us out some more food and 
drink, and tell the twins to join us for lunch.”



*~*~*~*~*
Chapter 14


Elrond decided he would like for them all to go to his favorite fishing hole, which 
was near the border of Imladris.   It was an idyllic spot, even if it was a little far.  
The access to the river was good, and the river flowed gently there.  There was a 
beautiful meadow full of grasses and wildflowers, and wonderful trees for 
climbing and sitting under.  Deer and rabbits were always there to feed and drink, 
and the trees were full of squirrels and songbirds.  

“It is early yet, and the children will love feeding the animals.  We can catch fish 
and cook them over a fire.  It will be perfect,” Erestor agreed.  “The children need 
to get away from the house and out into the air and nature.”  

“But I want us carrying weapons, then, Elrond,” Glorfindel said, “That spot is too 
close to the border and we have had much Orc activity lately.  You do not think 
the sight of the weapons might distress the children?”  

“Perhaps for a little while,” Elrond agreed.  “But carrying weapons is a fact of 
life.  Hopefully it will make them feel safe and protected instead of distressed.”  
The others agreed.

“Well, we need a few more things then.  Gurvelon, will you get your kitten and 
Amarion’s and put them in our garden with the others?  Tinnu and Glirien will 
take care of them until we get back so we will not have to worry about them.  
Glorfindel, you go to the stables and get the horses and a wagon for Saercaeron to 
ride in ready.  We can put the rest of the things we are bringing in the cart as well.  
Lindir can watch the children for us until we are ready to go.  Mel can go to the 
kitchens and get whatever we need to cook the fish, and extra milk for Faelion.  
The rest of us will get our weapons.  And I, for one, am going to exchange these 
robes for a pair of leggings and tunic, and get some more toys for the children to 
play with, and a book or two.  And more diapers, and a change of clothing for the 
children in case they need it, and towels in case anyone wants to swim, and their 
cloaks…… ”    His voice trailed off down the hall as he hurried to their rooms.  

Glorfindel chuckled.  “Well, everyone, I believe we have our orders,” he said, 
handing Faelion to Lindir.  

No more than twenty minutes later, they were all gathered in the courtyard, ready 
to leave.  Erestor, in his dark blue leggings and tunic, knives strapped to his back, 
lifted Amdiriel onto his horse and mounted behind her.  Saercaeron sat at the front 
of the wagon along with a guard who would drive it.  Two sturdy horses would 
pull the wagon.  Gurvelon, sword hanging from his waist, elected to ride in the 
wagon along with the supplies and his little daughters, and held the happy 
Faelion.  Glorfindel and Gailion rode on Asfaloth, and Lainon and Laerien rode 
with two of the guards who had cared for them on their journey to Imladris.  Ten 
other guards, all equipped with weapons, accompanied them. Glorfindel was 
taking no chances with his Lord, Erestor, and the children with them.

An hour later they arrived.  Elrond jumped down from his horse and called out 
“Who wants to go fishing with me? Find your fishing pole!”  He picked up the 
laughing Saercaeron and their poles, and dashed with him to the river so they 
could get his favorite spot.  Almost everyone decided to try their hand at fishing, 
with the exception of Erestor, Lindir, Gurvelon, Caladir, and the four little girls.   
The horses were allowed to roam, and the guards stationed themselves around the 
area.  

“Would you like to help us set out the blankets and things, little ones?”  Erestor 
asked.  The girls were handed the toys to carry to the spot they had selected while 
the elders spread out the blankets and carried the food baskets.  

Caladir and Gurvelon arranged stones and gathered twigs and fallen wood for the 
fires they would need, assuming anyone caught some fish.  Finished with that 
task, Caladir leaned back against a tree, and pulled Gurvelon over.  The smaller 
elf sat between his husband’s legs, leaning his back against the broad chest with 
strong arms wrapped around him.  They talked softly, and smiled as they watched 
their Calariel and Glawen playing with the other girls.

A large comfortable area was soon laid out.  The girls sat with their many dolls on 
a blanket and played contentedly.  Lindir and Erestor sat with them and made up 
silly and funny stories about what the dolls were doing, while Faelion lay cooing 
along side of them.  “Oh, look, sweetheart, your doll is having tea with Faelion’s 
bunny!”  Erestor told Amdiriel.

“Silly Ada, she’s not having tea with the bunny.  She’s having tea with Faelion!” 

“The bunny did not get invited to tea?  Poor Bunny,” Erestor said.

“Here Bunny, you sit and have tea with Frog and Raven,” Lindir said, arranging 
the stuffed animals.  Faelion screamed loudly.

“Lindir, Bunny may not have been invited, but Faelion definitely wants him for 
tea.”  Erestor took the bunny and handed it back to Faelion, who promptly sucked 
on a long ear.

Lindir laughed and tickled the baby.  “Oh, you want to eat Bunny, do you little 
one?”  Faelion giggled around the bunny’s ear and grabbed Lindir’s hair.  

“Careful,” Erestor chuckled.  He likes hair for tea, too.”  He unwound Lindir’s 
hair from the baby’s hand.  “Lindir, would you mind watching Faelion for a few 
minutes?  I need to talk with Caladir and Velon.”

Lindir shooed Erestor off, and continued playing with the baby and the girls.  

Erestor sat with Velon and Caladir, and asked, “Did the girls sleep any better last 
night?”  

Gurvelon shook his head.  “You are looking at two very frustrated elves, my 
friend.”

“Oh, dear,” Erestor said.  “At least Glorfindel and I get to spend some time 
together on our own, right after they go to sleep.”

“That time lasts about three minutes for us, Erestor,” Caladir said.

“Do you think the girls would be all right if the two of you went off for some 
private time now?”  Erestor asked.  “Would you let me try talking to them?”

“Well, I suppose you could try,” Gurvelon answered, “but would it not be better if 
we talked to them?”

“Something is telling me they might understand better if it came from someone 
else.”

Gurvelon and Caladir nodded for Erestor to go ahead, and he went back to the 
girls.  He sat next to Calariel and Glawen and pulled them close to him.  “Little 
ones, would it be all right with you if your Adas left for just a little while and you 
stayed with Lindir and me?  They would not be gone long, there is just something 
they need to do.”

Calariel looked at Erestor, then at her Adas.  “Are they going to try and make 
elflings, Restor?  Ada and Nana always said that was what they were doing when 
they wanted to be alone for a while.”

Erestor and Lindir blushed a deep pink.  Erestor was tempted to tell the elfling 
‘aye’ and let Caladir and Velon explain it to her later, but did not think it was 
good to lie to an elfling.  “Well, little one, two Adas cannot make elflings.  That 
takes a Nana and an Ada.  But your Adas are married, just like your Nana and 
Ada were. And married elves need to spend some time together alone.  It keeps 
them happy together.”

“All right Restor, we will stay with you so Ada and Ada can be alone for a little 
while,” Glawen said.   The two little girls got up and ran over to Caladir and 
Gurvelon and kissed them.  “Bye Ada, bye Ada.  We will stay with Restor while 
you are alone.” Then they ran back to Erestor and their friends.

Erestor grinned, and threw a blanket that was still folded up at Caladir and 
Gurvelon.  Gurvelon caught the blanket, and they ran off into the woods.  “Now, 
what would all of you sweetlings like to play now?”  Erestor asked. 

Erestor and Lindir played with the girls, and read them a story or two.  Squirrels 
and deer hovered around, and Erestor brought out pieces of bread and fruit, which 
the little elflings fed to the animals.  Then Lindir played his harp and softly sang 
for them as Erestor changed and fed the baby.  Before long, four little girls and 
one baby were sound asleep on the blanket.  Lindir decided a little nap sounded 
good and made himself comfortable.  

Erestor smiled, thinking of Caladir and Velon, and knowing they were enjoying 
their ‘alone’ time.  He started gathering wildflowers and making little wreaths for 
the girls to wear.  His fingers working with the flowers, he sent his thoughts out to 
Glorfindel.

‘Can you hear me, my love?’

‘Aye, beloved.  Is everything all right?’

‘Aye, I just missed you.  Will we have fish for lunch?’

‘Of course we will.  How can you doubt all these intrepid fisherelves out here?’  
Glorfindel heard Erestor chuckle in his mind.  ‘Wait until you see, sweetheart.  
Your valiant husband and your Lord are catching more than everyone.’

‘Do not forget you will have to carry what you catch back here, my love.’

‘Nay, we will just call the horses and put the baskets on their back.’

Erestor’s laugh woke Lindir. “What is it Erestor?”

“Nothing, my friend.  I am just checking on Glorfindel.”

“Ask him how Taurfaeron is doing.”

‘My love, Lindir wants to know how Taurfaeron is doing.’

‘Tell him there are so many fish here, even our guard from the Golden Woods is 
managing to catch his share.’

‘When will you all be back, my love?  The girls will be hungry when they wake 
from their nap, and the little ones with you must be getting hungry as well.’

‘Soon, beloved.  I do not think our baskets will hold much more.’

‘You had better not be joking, Glorfindel.  Now I’m hungry.’

‘Just start the fires, sweetheart.  We will be there soon.  I love you, my beautiful 
councilor.’

‘I love you, my golden warrior.’

“Glorfindel says they are catching a lot of fish and to start the fires.  Taurfaeron is 
quite the fisherelf as well, apparently,” Erestor told Lindir.

“Well, as long as they clean them.”  Lindir grinned.  

“You stay with the children and I will see to the fires.”  Erestor said.

The fires were just beginning to burn perfectly when they heard the fisherelves 
returning, all singing merrily.  They had indeed called the horses, and were 
walking along side them, holding the baskets on their backs.  Elrond carried 
Saercaeron, who was smiling happily.  

Gailion ran to Erestor.  “Ada Restor!  Ada Restor!  I caught so many fish, Ada.  It 
was fun!”  

Erestor picked up Gailion, laughing.  “I am glad you had fun, my love.  Did your 
Ada Glor catch a lot of fish, too?”

“He caught the most of anyone!”  Gailion answered.  “And he showed me how to 
do it.”

The girls woke up just as Caladir and Gurvelon returned from the woods, arms 
wrapped around each other and looking at each other adoringly.  Calariel and 
Glawen ran to them, and were picked up and swung around before being hugged 
and kissed.  “Were you my good little elflings while we were gone?” Caladir 
asked.  

“We were very good, Ada,” Glawen answered.  “Were you and Ada good while 
you were gone?”  

Gurvelon laughed at the innocence of elflings.  “Oh, little one, your Ada was 
very, very, very good.”  Caladir actually blushed, then laughed.

Enough fish for everyone was soon cleaned and cooking over the fires.  The 
remainder of the fish was put in the wagon to be taken back to the kitchens.  
Bread, fruit, cheese, and skins of water and wine were brought out of baskets and 
set around the blankets.  The children were fed first, and Melpomaen and Turidon 
carried food to the guards, then the rest of the elves sat down to enjoy their meal.  
Elladan and Elrohir rode out to join them for the meal, then returned to their 
duties.

There was much exclaiming on how good the fish was, and many tall fish tales 
were told about the ones that got away.  The children played in the trees and ran 
and chased each other, and there was merry singing before they decided they 
should head back.  

They were just beginning to pack everything up to put in the wagon, when one of 
the guards sounded the alarm, “ORCS!”

The children screamed, and Elrond and Glorfindel yelled to Gurvelon, 
Melpomaen and half of the guards to gather the children and keep them just inside 
the woods with them.  Erestor thrust Faelion into Melpomaen’s arms.  Velon and 
Mel were not the strongest warriors, but they and the guards would keep the 
children safe.  

The others watched the Orcs quickly approaching the river.  There were probably 
fifty of them, and Erestor, Glorfindel and Elrond quickly calculated the odds as 
everyone drew their weapons.  “We will take out twenty or so with arrows when 
they cross.  Leaves around three for each of us.  Good odds,” Glorfindel said.  

Twenty Orcs never made it across the river, as the guards with bows and arrows 
felled them.  The elves ran closer to the river, away from the children and met the 
remaining Orcs full on.  Glorfindel glowed brightly as he quickly sliced his sword 
through five of them.  Erestor and his knives began their dance of death and four 
more were down.  Lindir’s knives easily slew another two, and Elrond’s sword 
ended the life of four more.  
Caladir, Turidon, Taurfaeron and the remaining guards disposed of the rest.  
 
If it were not for the continuing and growing threat of evil and the children’s 
fears, the Orcs and the small battle would have been more of a nuisance than 
anything else.

“Damn them,” Elrond said quietly.  “They have dirtied my favorite fishing spot 
with their filth.”

“The Bruinen will quickly clean itself, Elrond,” Erestor said.  “Let us dispose of 
this filth.”

The elves piled the Orc bodies near the shore, as far downstream as they dared to 
go, and set them ablaze.   Then they cleaned as much Orc blood from their 
clothing and skin and hair as they could before returning to the children.  

Gailion and Amdiriel threw themselves at Glorfindel and Erestor.  The elflings 
sobbed and clung to their Adas.  

“It is all right now, my precious,” Erestor told Amdiriel, as he held her tightly and 
stroked her head.  Your Ada Glor and I are safe.  We all are.  Did we not tell you 
that we would always protect you?  Do not cry, my darling.  You are safe with 
us.”

Glorfindel held Gailion and comforted him with much the same words.  Gailion 
finally stopped sobbing, and said, “Ada, you glowed.”

“Ada Glor glows because he was reborn and lived in Valinor with the Valar, 
sweetheart,” Erestor answered.

“Oh.” Gailion said.  “You were pretty when you killed the Orcs, Ada Restor.”

Erestor smiled.  “Thank you.  Amdiriel, do you think Ada was pretty when he 
killed the Orcs?”  

Amdiriel sniffled and nodded.  “Aye, Ada.  You were dancing.  And Ada Glor 
was pretty when he glowed, too.”

The elves gathered everyone and headed back to the house.  They stopped at the 
cottage to deliver Saercaeron, Lainon and Laerien to their parents, and wanted to 
make sure Amarion and Diwen got the story about the Orcs from them instead of 
just their children.  The guards returned to the barracks, and all but Erestor, 
Glorfindel, their elflings and Elrond returned to the Last Homely House.  Elrond 
took a small basket of fish from the wagon to leave for Amarion and Diwen as 
well.

The cottage was a beautiful, spacious home, located near the Last Homely House, 
and designed in the same style.  There was a large sitting room, kitchen, and three 
bedrooms, as well as a spacious bathroom.  Diwen had fallen in love with it the 
minute she walked in.  The kitchen was already stocked with all the wares she 
would need for cooking and serving meals, and linen cupboards held towels, 
sheets, and other necessities.  

A hoard of servants had arrived and began moving their furnishings, while others 
helped Diwen pack and move their clothing and other belongings.  By midday, 
you would have thought the family had lived there for ages.  Clothing was neatly 
put away in wardrobes, and cupboards held the children’s toys.  The kitchen held 
a good supply of vegetables, fruits, cheese, milk, eggs, flour, sugar, spices and 
every thing else needed to supply a family, all generously sent over on the orders 
of Lord Elrond.  They had even been sent some special baked goods and wine as a 
cottage-warming gift.  

Diwen made tea, and everyone gathered in the sitting room.  Erestor held 
Amdiriel, and Glorfindel sat with Gailion as Elrond held Faelion and explained 
what had happened.  

“I am most grateful to all of you for taking such good care of our children, my 
Lords, and very thankful that none of you were hurt.  We will have to continue to 
be cautious with all this Orc activity.”  Amarion shook his head.  “Orcs again, on 
Imladris’ border.”  

“We will be cautious, we have much to protect here,” Glorfindel said.  “It is good 
to see you settled in your new home, my friends.”  

“And the cottage is lovely,” Erestor added.  “Oh, we put your kitten with Tinnu 
and Glirien for the day so she would be safe and fed.  We will bring her to you 
tomorrow.”

“We hoped you had done something like that when we could not find her!  The 
cottage is wonderful,” Diwen said.  “Lord Elrond, we cannot thank you enough 
for it, and for everything in it.  You are most generous.”

“As are you and your husband, Diwen.  You both contribute much to Imladris.  I 
am happy I had the small opportunity to repay you,” Elrond answered.  “We will 
not stay.  As you can imagine, Glorfindel and Erestor are anxious to get their 
family back to their rooms.  We have had a long day indeed.”

They said their goodbyes and walked back to the Last Homely House. 

“I cannot wait to bathe,” Glorfindel said.

“Aye, that will be lovely.  What do you say to that, little ones?  Does a nice 
bubble bath sound good?”  Erestor asked.

“Aye, Ada,” Amdiriel answered.  “We would like that.  Will you let us wash your 
hair tonight?  And Ada Glor’s?”  

Erestor chuckled.  “Of course we will, sweetling.”  




*~*~*~*~*
Chapter 15

A Week Later……

The renovations to the rooms that had been Amarion and Diwen’s were 
progressing nicely.  There would be two bedrooms and one bathroom for the 
children added on Erestor and Glorfindel’s side, and one large bedroom and a 
bathroom for the little twins added on Caladir and Gurvelon’s.  The extra 
bedrooms would be accessed through the sitting rooms, and the bathrooms from 
the new bedrooms.  Next to the bedrooms, a hall would lead to doors that opened 
onto a large shared playroom.   The playroom could easily be divided into 
separate rooms later when the children were older.  Each family would also have 
their own dining area on the other side of the hall, and their own kitchen.

Erestor and Glorfindel knew that Amdiriel would not want to stay by herself in a 
separate room until she and the boys were older, but one day she would want a 
room of her own.  For now, they would make the extra bedroom into an office and 
move Glorfindel’s desk out of the sitting room.  

A worker was showing Erestor the kitchen area.  “The stove will go here, my 
Lord.  It is made of iron, and the fire goes underneath, so you can cook or heat 
things on the top.  And there is a separate space next to the fire that you can use to 
bake things for the little ones.  It will also provide more heat than a fireplace in 
the winter.”     

“And where will you put the ice box to store the milk?  Surely not here, next to 
the stove?” Erestor asked.

“Oh, no, my Lord.  The ice box will be there,” he pointed to the other side of the 
room.  “And you will have a work table in the middle.  Next to the stove will be 
shelves for storing your cooking implements, and next to the ice box, a cupboard 
for storing food items.”

Erestor nodded.  “I think that will work very nicely.  But I am a little worried 
about having the stove with the baby.  He will begin walking soon.”

“I have already thought of that, my Lord,” the worker smiled.  “I have young ones 
of my own, so you will have the same arrangement that I use.  It is a folding metal 
barrier, but it has bars to allow the heat into the room.  The bars are too close 
together for the little one to put his hand or arm through.  It is lightweight, and the 
sides are on hinges.  You just open it and set it a few inches in front of the stove.  
The sides will reach back to the wall, so the little one will not be able to move it 
any closer to the stove.  My wife even leaves it up when she cooks.”

Erestor smiled.  “Thank you.  That was kind of you to think of that.”

“The other thing you will need, my Lord, is a tub of some kind for washing up.  
This isn’t like the kitchens where it is convenient to the outside.  I will put a tap 
for water in it, and a drain to below the house for you to empty the water.  Just 
like a bathtub.  Where would you like it to be placed?”  

“What about on the back wall?  That should be a convenient place.”

“Aye.  I can put it there.”

They moved into the rest of the new rooms to make sure Erestor would be pleased 
with everything.

~~~*~~~
Lord Celeborn’s Chief Advisor, Erynoron, was arriving.  Elrond, Erestor, 
Glorfindel, Melpomaen, Lindir and Taurfaeron had gone down the steps to greet 
him just as he and his escort entered the courtyard.  Suddenly the Advisor’s horse 
stopped and reared up on his hind legs.  Erynoron hung on tightly to the reins, but 
the horse’s movements only got wilder, bucking and rearing again and again.  A 
member of the Lothlorien escort attempted to control the horse without success.  

Erynoron lost his grip and was thrown violently onto the cobbled courtyard.  His 
head hit the ground hard, and he lay unmoving as blood began to seep onto the 
cobbles.  His escort immediately moved in between the fallen advisor and his 
crazed horse to protect him from further harm as the Imladris elves rushed over.  

Glorfindel grasped the horse’s reins and spoke to him gently, reaching to gently 
stroke his nose.  It was then he saw what had caused the horse to react so 
violently.  He had been stung by an insect, probably a bee, and the long stinger 
was still imbedded in his nose.  Still talking quietly to the animal to calm him, 
Glorfindel led him away from the commotion in the courtyard to the stables 
where he could be attended to.  

Elrond knelt by the unconscious advisor and gently assessed the damage.  “There 
are no broken limbs, thankfully, but the wound to his head could be dangerous,” 
Elrond said.   “Erestor, have the healers bring a litter over quickly.  And tell 
Nestoron I need him as well.  We will take him to my private rooms where I can 
watch him and care for him personally.”

Erestor quickly ran to the healing house and moments later, he returned with 
Nestoron and two other assistants with a litter.  Elrond and his chief healer picked 
Erynoron up carefully and laid him on the litter.  “We will take him to my 
chambers,” Elrond said.

When they reached his rooms, Elrond ran ahead of them and quickly pulled the 
bedclothes down so the assistant healers could place Erynoron on the bed.  
“Remove his robes, Nestoron, so we can examine him for any other injuries,” 
Elrond told his healer, as he gathered herbs, bandages, and other supplies he 
would need.  Erestor went to the bathroom and emerged with a bowl of warm 
water and cloths.  

Nestoron’s assistants helped him remove the advisor’s robes.  “Only his head 
appears to be seriously injured, my Lord,” Nestoron said, after his assistants had 
helped him turn Erynoron on his stomach.  He motioned to the assistants that they 
could return to the healing house.  The elves silently bowed and left the room. 
“There are some abrasions to his arms and back, but not serious.”  Nestoron took 
the bowl of water and cloth from Erestor and bathed the wound, removing the 
blood from the pale blond hair surrounding it.  When he was done, Elrond took a 
clean cloth and applied gentle pressure to help stop the blood flow, as he sent 
healing energy into the region from his hands.  

“That is enough, Elrond,” Nestoron said, speaking quietly.  “You are draining 
yourself.”  He removed Elrond’s hands from the unconscious advisor’s head.  
“Erestor, will you help him lie down for a few moments to recover?”

Erestor wrapped an arm around Elrond’s waist and helped him walk to the other 
side of the large bed and lie down.  “You used too much healing energy again, 
Elrond,” Erestor chided him.

“What was I supposed to do, Erestor?  This is Celeborn’s Chief Advisor.”  

“Aye, Elrond, I know perfectly well who it is.  He happens to be a friend of mine.  
But that is no excuse…” Erestor was cut off in mid-sentence.

“Rest and regain your strength, Elrond.  I will make sure Erestor waits until you 
are recovered before I let him scold you anymore,” Glorfindel said, as he entered 
the room.

“What happened to make that horse do that?” Elrond asked.

“A bee sting.  The poor animal was stung on the nose, of all places.  The only 
place that would guarantee he would be crazed with it.  A healer is tending to 
him,” Glorfindel answered.  “Now rest or we will have my husband scolding both 
of us.”  Elrond lay back, and almost immediately fell into a light healing sleep.

“How is he, Nestoron?” Erestor asked. 

Nestoron had applied the herbs and bandages to Erynoron’s head, and was 
smoothing salve on the abrasions on his arms.  “We will have to wait until he 
wakes to be sure, but I hope with Elrond’s healing he will recover.  Head wounds 
bleed profusely, even if slight, but I think we can be sure he has a concussion at 
least.”  The healer took the bowl of bloody water into the bathroom to empty and 
rinse it, then returned and placed the empty bowl on the nightstand.  “He may be 
nauseous when he awakens, so we will be prepared.  Come, both of you and help 
me turn him on his back again.” 

Erestor and Glorfindel turned Erynoron on his back as Nestoron placed soft 
pillows beneath his head, being careful not the disturb the bandages, and pulled 
the bedcovers up to his shoulders.

“Glorfindel, my love, I would like to stay and be here when he awakens.  He 
knows me, and my being here may help make him feel more comfortable, just in 
case he is not himself when he wakes,” Erestor said.  “But I have not been away 
from the children for so long since they came.  I am torn.”

“I am sure Gurvelon and Caladir are taking very good care of them, but I will go 
and get them and stay with them.  I can always bring them into Elrond’s sitting 
room to visit with you, sweetheart.”

“Oh, would you Glorfindel?  Then I can feed Faelion and spend a little time with 
Amdiriel and Gailion before you take them back to our rooms.”  Erestor smiled at 
Glorfindel and kissed him sweetly before he left to bring their elflings to visit 
their Ada Restor.

Nestoron drew a chair along side the bed.  “Erestor, go and make yourself 
comfortable in the sitting room.  I will be here watching over these two and will 
call you if Erynoron starts to wake.”

Erestor nodded.  “Thank you, Nestoron.”  He left the bedroom, quietly closing the 
door behind him.  He made himself comfortable on the sofa where he could sit 
with all the children and Glorfindel.

It wasn’t long before Glorfindel arrived with their three quiet elflings.  Gailion sat 
next to his Ada Restor as Amdiriel climbed up into Erestor’s lap, and said “Did 
your friend get hurt, Ada?  Ada Glor said we have to be real quiet because your 
friend is hurt.”

“Aye, little one.  My friend Erynoron hurt his head when his horse threw him off 
in the courtyard, and he has not woken up yet.  But Lord Elrond will take care of 
him and he will be fine.  Ada just wants to be here for him when he wakes up 
because he does not know anyone else in Imladris very well, except for 
Taurfaeron.”

“When will he wake up, Ada?”

“I do not know, my love.  We just have to wait.”

“Oh.  I missed you, Ada.”

“I missed you too, sweetheart.  That is why Ada Glor brought you and your 
brothers here.”  Erestor smiled down at his little daughter and hugged her, then 
pulled Gailion into his lap as well for a cuddle.  “Did you two have fun with 
Gurvelon and Caladir today?  I missed you all very much.”

“Aye, Ada Restor.  Caladir is making dollhouses for Calariel and Glawen, and he 
let me help,” Gailion said.

“And Velon played with us and then he took us to the kitchens and we had 
cookies and milk,” added Amdiriel.

“Soon we will have our own kitchen in our chambers, and then we can bake 
cookies and all kinds of good things.  Would you like that?”

Amdiriel smiled and hugged Erestor.  “We like cookies.  Will you teach me how 
to make them, Ada?”

“Of course, sweetheart.  We can all make cookies together.  That will be fun.”

 The two elflings nodded.  “Ada, will you make cookies with us, too?” Gailion 
asked Glorfindel.

Glorfindel sat next to Gailion holding the baby, who was contentedly sucking on 
his bunny.  “I would not miss it for anything.  I remember making cookies with 
my nana when I was just a little elfling in Gondolin.  I will teach you how to 
make the kind of cookies we made.  Would you like that?”  Gailion smiled and 
nodded.  

“Erestor, my love, would you like to feed this little elfling before he eats his 
bunny?” Glorfindel asked as he pulled out a bottle of milk from the bag he 
carried.   

Erestor unwound his arms from the other elflings and held them out for the baby.  
He laid the infant on his lap with his head on Gailions’s lap and his feet on 
Amdiriel.  Erestor chuckled, “See, you all fit.  Are you hungry, my beautiful little 
one?  Is my little elfling hungry?”  He tickled the baby’s tummy, and Faelion 
giggled and merrily lifted his arms up and down in the way that babies 
everywhere do.

Erestor fed the baby, and talked to the other elflings about what they had done 
during the day.  

“You know, Gailion, I have to make Amdiriel’s doll house.  Now that you have 
helped Caladir, perhaps you will show me how?”

Gailion grinned.  “Silly Ada.  You do not need to know how to do it!”  The elfling 
laughed.

“But I have never made one before, and you have.”  Glorfindel gave Erestor a 
wink.

“A doll house, Ada Glor?”  Amdiriel asked.  “I will have a doll house, too?”

“Aye, love.  Gailion and I will make you a nice, big one for all of your dolls.  
Would you like that?” Glorfindel asked.

Amdiriel grinned and nodded excitedly.  “Thank you, Ada Glor.”

“You are welcome, sweetling.  Maybe we can start working on it when we go 
back to our rooms, alright?” 

They talked and sat together for a while longer until Nestoron came and told them 
that Erynoron was starting to wake.  Erestor kissed his family goodbye, then went 
to the bedroom.  He moved a chair to sit next to Nestoron.  Elrond woke, feeling 
refreshed, and got up to join Erestor and Nestoron on the other side of the bed.  

Erynoron mumbled something every minute or so, and moved restlessly.  
“Erestor, speak to him and see if you can wake him up.  You see how his eyes are 
dilated?  He definitely has a concussion.  Are his eyes normally that color?” 
Elrond asked, concerned.

“Aye, the color is normal, Elrond, do not worry,” Erestor replied.  Erynoron’s 
eyes were a unique shade of deep green with gold specks in them.  “I always 
teased him about the color.”  

Elrond looked into the unusual eyes, thinking how beautiful they were.  “He must 
have been named for his eyes.  He is a stunning.”

“Aye.  He is most fair.  And among the kindest, wisest elves I have ever known,” 
Erestor replied.  “Rather like you, in fact.”

Erestor moved to the bed, sat next to the advisor and took his hand in his own.  
“Erynoron, my friend, it is Erestor.  You are in Imladris.  Can you wake now, my 
friend?”  He rubbed Erynoron’s hand and continued to speak to him.  Finally the 
advisor’s eyes began to focus.  “That’s right, my friend, wake now.  It is I, 
Erestor.”

“Erestor?”  Erynoron’s voice was horse and shaky.  “What happened?  Why am I 
here?”

“Your horse threw you, my friend, and you hit your head on the cobbles.  You 
have a concussion.”

Erynoron looked confused for a minute, then said, “I remember now.  The horse 
went wild.”

“He was stung by a bee on his nose,” Erestor said.  

“May I have something to drink?”  Erynoron asked.

Elrond filled a cup with tea that would hopefully help with the advisor’s healing.  
“Erestor, may I exchange places with you?”  Erestor rose and Elrond sat next to 
Erynoron.  “Raise his shoulders just enough for him to drink.”  When Erestor was 
carefully holding Erynoron up enough, Elrond put the cup to the advisor’s lips.  
“Take little sips.  Do not try to drink it too fast.”

Erynoron drank several sips.  “Thank you,” he said.  He looked up into the face of 
Elrond for the first time, and felt his heart beat faster.

Tbc…..  


Erynoron – Forest Flame