Title:  Eldar Bonds
Author:  Dane
Email:  sbyte@emailaccount.com
Beta: LadyHawksShadow – Thanks so much!!!
Rating - R.  
Disclaimer:  None is mine.  All belongs to Master Tolkien and his estate.
Genre:  Romance and a tiny bit of angst (but there is a happy ending)
Pairing:  Erestor/Legolas, Erestor/Glorfindel, Legolas/Lindir, Erestor/? 
(Would spoil the surprise)
Summary:  Erestor has for years harbored a secret love.  He tries to find 
love with another, thinking the other out of reach. Legolas has a problem.
Warnings:  This is AU, so if you do not care for alternate universe, you 
needn’t read further.
Author’s Notes:  Sentences or phases inside hash marks /example/ reflect 
thoughts.  Asterisks around words are used to reflect extra emphasis.  
Legolas, Elladan and Elrohir are between 1500 and 2000 years of age.  
Erestor, Glorfindel and Ecthelion are Eldars.  The nicknames Tor, Fin and 
Thel (respectively) are used by the three in reference to one another.  


Eldar Bonds

Chapter One

A cool breeze blew, perfuming the air with the scent of spring.  Birds sang 
as if to perform especially for the utter enjoyment of the residents of 
Imladris.  Buds burst open to reveal the beauty locked within.  Life in 
Imladris seemed touched by magic.  That was the only way Legolas could 
account for the sensual beauty of Lord Elrond’s chief advisor.  Nothing 
this side of Valinor could come close to the grace, beauty and poise 
evidenced by the dark haired elf.  

Legolas watched as Erestor walked back to the Last Homely House.  His 
attention did not go unnoticed.  Glorfindel eyed the younger elf with 
speculation.  He knew the prince’s reputation and could well guess the 
thoughts the prince was no doubt entertaining.  Although he was all but 
certain that it would not change the prince’s actions, he decided to let him 
know that his interest had not gone unnoticed.  His friend would not 
welcome the type of attention that Legolas would bestow.

Sounding like he were addressing a guard about to be put on report he 
asked, “Why did you follow him into the garden?  I *know* you don’t 
think I believe you merely wanted to escape the entertainment.  Then 
again perhaps you were considering that he might provide entertainment 
more to your tastes than that of our dear minstrel.”

Legolas turned sharply at the voice.  He hadn’t heard the approach which 
was unnerving to one used to the forests of Mirkwood.  “I don’t know 
what you are talking about.”

Glorfindel chuckled at the young blonde.  He was so young and sure of 
himself.  He had so very much to learn.  “You know very well of what I 
speak.  Your eyes betray you.”

Suddenly Legolas found his feet to be very fascinating.  This was the 
famed balrog slayer, the one reborn.  The warrior said he could read him.  
Well Mordor.  “Oh all right.  He is very fair of face.  There is no harm in 
looking, is there?”

“No there is no harm in looking, if that is all you wish.  I bid you good 
night Prince Legolas.”  /Let him find out for himself just how little his 
regard of Erestor’s beauty will get him.  Erestor knows his worth, young 
prince.  He is not going to be impressed or lured to your bed by honeyed 
words. /

“Good night Lord Glorfindel.”  Legolas walked in the opposite direction.  
He needed to think.  He was drawn to the dark haired elf.  It wouldn’t do 
to be so transparent though.  But then an elf reborn must see things others 
do not…surely.  Legolas let his mind wonder to what the darker elf might 
look like in the grips of passion.  It made a nice picture, so he decided to 
find out for himself.  After all, he was the Prince of Mirkwood.  There is 
no way that someone the level of an advisor could resist him.  He would 
probably be complimented by the attention.  But then he recalled that 
Erestor wasn’t just any advisor.  He was chief advisor to Lord Elrond; 
second in command of Imladris and apparently well known if the reaction 
of Mirkwood advisors meant anything.  Still, one would think that a prince 
might have a more than decent chance.  There would be no knowing 
without making the effort.  That decided, Legolas wondered off to find a 
companion for the night.

The following evening the sound of hoof beats were heard entering the 
courtyard, bringing both Elrond and Erestor out of the study where they 
had been working after hours.  The patrol had returned less one elf.  
Glorfindel was questioning the riders.  Looking bereft and angry, he 
turned to see Elrond approaching.

“Orcs.  The patrol ran into a group of orcs on the fringes of the forest.  The 
orcs were all slain, but at the expense of one elf.  He was so young.  This 
was his first patrol and now…  If I had been there perhaps he would be 
alive right now.  I should have been there.”  Glorfindel had been 
particularly close to the young elf, helping to raise him when his parents 
passed to the Halls of Waiting.  

Elrond stepped forward putting a comforting arm on Glorfindel’s 
shoulder.  The young elf lying lifeless on a litter in the middle of the 
courtyard had been like a son to the warrior.  

“The orcs are dead.  You can not be all places at once.  You trained the 
young elf to the best of your ability, and he was unfortunate.  It is a 
terrible loss, but it is *not* your fault.  I won’t let you take this on 
yourself.  He chose the life of a guard, knowing the risks.  He was an 
honorable, brave and loyal young elf.  Be strong for those under your 
command if not yourself.  Come inside.”

Erestor drew Glorfindel forward.  Not a word passed between them as the 
blonde was embraced.  Glorfindel’s shoulders shook, letting Elrond know 
the warrior was letting go of his grief.  Elrond saw that the guards 
dispersed and the body tended by healers before returning to Glorfindel 
and leading the pair to his study.  

“Drink this.  It will help steady your nerves.”  Elrond handed Glorfindel a 
goblet containing something of a dark red/brown color.  The warrior didn’t 
have a clue as to what it was and didn’t inquire.  Instead he drank it down 
in one go.  Elrond urged him to remain behind the closed doors of his 
study until he had gotten control over his emotions.  He didn’t want the 
warrior’s grief to be on display for every elf in Imladris that happened by.

Glorfindel felt hands massaging his temples and knew it for Erestor.  He 
leaned into the touch and tried to relax.

Elrond rose from his chair and walked toward the door before turning to 
address the warrior.  “I am going to get you something to help you sleep, 
and I want you to take it.  You will need your wits tomorrow.”

Glorfindel protested.  “I would rather not.  The dreams will follow me.”

Erestor spoke softly.  “I will guard your dreams.  Elrond is right.”  After 
Elrond fetched the sleeping draught, Erestor wrapped an arm about 
Glorfindel’s waist and guided him to his rooms.  

Glorfindel stripped and got into bed before drinking down the rather 
noxious tasting brew Elrond had provided.  Erestor didn’t see any point in 
borrowing a pair of the warrior’s sleep pants as he knew they wouldn’t fit.  
Instead he followed suit, removing his clothes and slipping into bed albeit 
on the other side.  

Erestor softly spoke, “Idho mae. Hebithon in roeg o le.”  Whether due 
to Erestor’s words or Elrond’s brew, the warrior almost immediately 
fell deep into reverie.  (Sleep well. I will keep the demons from you.)

The next morning Glorfindel woke and found the advisor comfortably 
sleeping next to him.  He rolled over and propped his head up on his hand 
and watched Erestor sleep.  When finally Erestor roused Glorfindel 
couldn’t help teasing a bit.  “Some guard you make.  Sound asleep.”

Erestor stretched.  “I didn’t drift off till it began to get light.  Besides, you 
didn’t seem to be having one bit of trouble sleeping.”

Glorfindel leaned forward and brushed Erestor’s lips with his own.  “I 
know, and thank you for staying.”

Erestor swept a wayward lock behind Glorfindel’s ear.  “You would do 
the same.”

Glorfindel smiled.  “You know elves are going to talk.”

Erestor returned the smile.  “They already talk.  This will just give them 
something to talk about.”  He then rolled over the top of the blonde and 
left the bed.  “I will run the bath.”

Glorfindel chuckled.  He loved their close friendship and guarded it 
zealously.  They had been friends over many millennia, and after his 
arrival in Imladris began to occasionally share a bed.  Their friendly banter 
often contained suggestive innuendo and many residents of Imladris 
believed them to be lovers.  What they did not understand was that 
Glorfindel’s heart lay with Ecthelion, Lord of the Fountain and Erestor’s 
closest friend.  The eldar elves knew the distinction between finding 
comfort and companionship in the arms of a friend and that of a lover.  It 
was a line that neither was willing to cross.  


Chapter Two

Legolas had watched the scene in the courtyard the night before, drawn by 
the noise.  He had seen the embrace and interpreted it as friendship.  
However when he saw Erestor emerge from Glorfindel’s room in leggings 
and a sleep robe the next morning, he knew the two were more than 
friends.  It bothered him that the dark beauty had given his favors to the 
balrog slayer.  He wasn’t sure why it should, but nonetheless he was 
disturbed.  He could not ignore the advisor’s presence though.  

“Good morning Erestor.”

Erestor had rather hoped to make it to his rooms without notice, but had 
not really expected it.  He certainly hadn’t anticipated being addressed 
though.  Some elves might look, perhaps stare at the sight of Glorfindel’s 
sleep robe on Elrond’s advisor, but with the exception of the twins, he felt 
no one would openly address him.  

“Prince Legolas, I’d not expected to see you so early.  Most of us have to 
work but you are at your leisure.”

“I am in the habit of rising at this time.  I won’t keep you standing in the 
corridors in a sleep robe.  Perhaps we will break our fast together.  Good 
morning.”  Legolas left determined to find someone who knew more about 
the advisor’s relationship with the warrior.  Who better than the twins?  
Surely they would at least know the gossip, if nothing else.

When asked about his tutors, Elladan, the bolder of the two, came out and 
asked the question that was on the minds of both twins.  “Which are you 
interested in?”

Legolas tried for a convincing tone.  “Neither.  I ran into Erestor leaving 
Glorfindel’s room this morning and was curious.”

Elrohir answered.  “They are very close friends.”

Elladan added, “They aren’t bonded if that is what you are *curious* 
about.  There is talk about their relationship, but so far as anyone knows 
for a surety, they are just close friends.  That isn’t to say that they don’t 
occasionally share a bed.  No one, to my knowledge, has come right out 
and asked them about it though.”

Elrohir smiled.  “Nor would it be wise to do so.  There are some things 
that you *just* don’t ask and what they do in their beds and why is right 
up there at the top of the list.  Glorfindel’s reaction to that little question 
would be bad enough, but it would get *really* ugly if you were to ask 
Erestor.”

Now he understood and was a much happier prince.  “So they are 
companions rather than lovers.  Glorfindel probably needed to be 
comforted last night.  I heard the riders come in, and he seemed quite 
shaken.”

Elladan frowned.  “That was a tragedy.  It is a great loss when anyone 
passes to the Halls of Waiting, but the loss seems greater when it is one so 
very young.  He was barely a century old.”

From there the conversation drifted, finally degenerating till all three were 
laughing about nothing in particular.  Finally getting angry glares, they 
retreated to a more conducive environment.

Chapter Three

Legolas watched Erestor walk out onto the balcony of the Great Hall.  He 
wasn’t wearing one of his many robes.  Instead he wore dark gray leggings 
that enhanced the muscles as he walked.  Legolas had not suspected the 
advisor to be toned.  The shirt was loose and white as snow.  It provided a 
beautiful contrast to the raven black hair that hung loosely to his waist.  
Legolas followed, finding the advisor alone.

Erestor turned as he felt the presence of another, and was surprised to see 
the prince.  “Prince Legolas, it is a fair night.  I am surprised that you 
aren’t in the company of the twins.”

Legolas smiled seductively and came a bit closer.  “The night is fair 
indeed.  I rather preferred company of a different sort this evening.  You 
should wear leggings more often.  They become you.”

Erestor turned to face the prince, ignoring the compliment.  “What sort of 
company do you prefer this evening?”

Legolas approached Erestor, moving in a manner that almost suggested a 
cat stalking its prey.  “I had hoped to spend some time with you, and here 
you are.”

Erestor lifted an eyebrow.  “Why would you want to spend your time with 
an old advisor when there are so many beautiful young elves that would be 
glad of your company?”

Legolas moved one step closer.  “I have always been drawn to beauty, and 
you are beyond beautiful.”  Legolas reached out and traced Erestor’s jaw 
line.

Erestor reached up and firmly grasped the hand moving it away.

Legolas demurred.  “I meant no offense.  I speak no more than the truth.  
Surely I am not the first to have told you so.”

A voice from behind Legolas queried, “Is there a problem Erestor?”

“No Glorfindel, nothing I can’t handle.”

Glorfindel chuckled.  “I’m sure you can handle it, but we don’t want a 
kinslaying out here on the balcony.”

“Really Fin.  You are impossible.”  Erestor laughed at his friend.  

“Yes, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.”  Glorfindel beamed, 
missing the glare he received from the Mirkwood prince.

Erestor smirked.  “If you will excuse me, I am going for a walk.”

“Wait up.  I’m coming with you.  Good evening Prince Legolas.”  
Glorfindel turned and hurried after Erestor.

Legolas watched the pair as they left.  /Usually I am attracted to blondes, 
but I could really learn to hate that elf. /

“Erestor slow down.  What happened with Legolas?”  Glorfindel had 
followed Erestor to the garden and wanted to find out why he had found 
his friend holding Legolas off.

Erestor stopped and smirked.  “Let’s see…his words were that he is drawn 
to my beauty.”  Erestor rolled his eyes.  “He is young and was feeding me 
a line.  I removed his hand, so as to make it crystal clear that his touch is 
unwanted.  It was nothing really.”

“Do you want me to talk to him…maybe *encourage* him to leave you 
alone?”

Smiling at the visual his friend’s offer provoked, Erestor replied, “Nay, 
that won’t be necessary.  He is harmless, I think.  He doesn’t know me, 
and overstepped his bounds.  If he continues, I will clarify things for him.”

Glorfindel chuckled and replied, “OK, just don’t harm him too badly.  He 
is Thranduil’s son, and it wouldn’t look good.”

“Oh, and you *encouraging* him to leave me be would look good?”    

Glorfindel smirked.  “Everyone expects me to be brash.  Nobody would 
bat an eye.  You however are a different matter.  Very few know that side 
of your personality.”

Erestor glared.  “I am not brash!”

Glorfindel’s voice became condescending.  He knew Erestor hated it when 
he used that tone.  “No, you are not brash.  You carefully consider your 
actions, where I simply act.  You can be very cold blooded, my friend.”

“Phffft.  It isn’t considered a bad thing to think before acting Fin.”

Glorfindel lifted an eyebrow.  “That depends on what you are thinking 
about.  You, my friend, do not think happy thoughts when someone 
oversteps their boundaries with you.  However, you were very polite in 
your rebuff of the prince, at least what I saw of it.  I wonder if he will take 
the hint.  He is used to getting what he wants and it seems that might just 
be you.”  Glorfindel had noticed that several Imladris elves had already 
seen the prince’s bed during his stay.

Erestor sighed.  “Oh, let us forget about Legolas.  I can always claim that 
you are my lover and that I won’t betray you.”

Glorfindel stroked the long dark hair.  “You might ask me first.  It is good 
form to get permission from the other party before bandying that kind of 
thing about.”

Erestor looked amused.  “Well then, would you allow me to tell Legolas 
that you are my love…my reason for being?”

Now it was Glorfindel’s turn to look amused.  He ran a hand over the 
sensitive tip of Erestor’s ear.  “Even if you could fool Legolas, the twins 
would tell him differently unless we act the part.  Do you want to act as 
my lover Erestor?”

Erestor knew that was a loaded question.  He had learned to expect such 
things from Glorfindel though.  “I can do that, if you can.  Can you be a 
convincing lover?”

Glorfindel gave Erestor a wolfish smile.  “Oh yes, that is one role that I 
play well.  In fact, I think I would enjoy it very much.”

“Don’t get carried away.”

“I’m not.  It has been a while since I last enjoyed your favors.  I rather 
hope Legolas becomes a bother because I find myself looking forward to 
it.”  The blonde’s countenance had become openly mischievous, letting 
Erestor know that Glorfindel was having way too much fun with this.

Erestor rolled his eyes.  “Playing the part in public does not necessarily 
translate to doing so in private you know.”

Glorfindel played his ace in the hole.  “It does if you want me to go along 
with this little charade.  Besides it might not be necessary…a pity that.”

“Blackmail?  You are going to blackmail me?”  Erestor’s eyes had 
widened.  He had not anticipated this so didn’t have a ready come back.  

Glorfindel smiled.  “Oh, you will enjoy it.  Haven’t you always?”

“Yes, but those instances were not the result of blackmail.”  His friend 
might not have spoken totally in jest and Erestor knew it.  He was the only 
elf currently in Middle Earth with whom Glorfindel did not feel 
constrained to deny the needs of the flesh.  Although it was only an 
occasional need, once in a while the body demanded release.  That being 
said, it had actually been a while since he had relieved the needs of his 
own body.  He wasn’t averse to the idea of doing so in his friend’s bed, 
but the blonde didn’t have to know that.    

For his part, Glorfindel wondered if he should encourage Legolas to go 
after Erestor.  No, but maybe he could put the idea in Elrohir and 
Elladan’s minds.  This was right down their alley.  He was not looking for 
a committed relationship with Erestor and his friend understood that and 
concurred.  Their relationship would never be allowed to develop into 
more than that of life long companions.  Neither elf would let it.  Playing 
the part of Erestor’s lover for a night or two would not cause 
complications, though and might be quite pleasant.  


Chapter Four

The following day found the twins pondering their tutor’s words.  
“Elladan, do you really think Legolas could be interested in Erestor?”

Elladan grinned.  “Why not? Most of Imladris has had fantasies about him.  
It wouldn’t surprise me if Legolas tried to seduce him.  He has already had 
several of the guards.”

Elrohir took his brother’s hand.  “We are attracted to him, but we also 
know better than to do anything about it till he decides he wants it.  
Legolas doesn’t.”

Elladan smiled at the thought.  “Erestor will understand and act 
accordingly.  Besides, it could be rather enjoyable to see how far he will 
let the prince go.”

“You know this is more your style, but it just might be interesting at that.  
We should probably help him out.”  Elrohir found himself to be curious.  
Legolas was obviously well practiced in the art of seduction.  He 
wondered if the prince would fare any better than the elves that had come 
before him.

“Help Legolas try to get Erestor into his bed?  Are you insane?  The pay 
back Erestor would deal out is not something I want to experience.  If 
somehow there were a way to lend a hand without seeming directly 
involved though, that would be a different matter.”  Elladan smiled.  
“What did you have in mind?”  Elladan was warming to the plan.  

“We could throw out bits of information here and there.  If Legolas 
chooses to act on them, it is none of our affair.  The blame will not fall on 
us.  We don’t say anything that is blatantly untrue, but perhaps he doesn’t 
need to know everything.”  The twins continued making plans, completely 
losing sight of the fact that Legolas was very well equipped to seduce 
almost any elf in Imladris.

Late that afternoon, Legolas met with the twins at the training ground 
intending to shoot a few arrows.  Archery was a skill at which he excelled 
and one of his favorite pastimes.  Legolas had bested the twins with the 
bow a few times, but he had not yet convinced them of the superiority of 
Mirkwood archers to those of Imladris.  

After exhausting their supply of arrows, Elladan decided to broach the 
subject of the advisor.  “I noticed you watching Erestor last night.  He is 
beautiful is he not?  You would certainly not be the first harboring a secret 
desire for him.”

Legolas looked inquisitively at the twin.  “Have you?”

Elrohir answered.  “For years…centuries…we both lust after him, but 
have not done anything about it yet.”

“Why not?”

Elladan replied, “We have grown up around Erestor.  It is different for us.  
He knew us as elflings.  So far, the opportunity has not been right.”

Legolas looked intrigued.  “Do you think he is open to a relationship?”

This was an opportunity to put an idea in Legolas’ head so Elrohir 
responded.  “Not just anyone could attract him.  If the right elf approached 
him, he might be.  He would have to be intelligent, beautiful and probably 
bold.  He respects strength.  Yes, he might just respond to the right elf.”  
Elrohir felt quite satisfied with his answer.  He hadn’t lied.  Erestor might 
be open to the right elf.  Never did he outright tell Legolas that he was that 
elf.

Legolas was encouraged.  After all, he was beautiful…everyone told him 
so.  He was intelligent and was not a weak elf.  He could make this work.  

The next morning found Erestor and Elrond sparring as was their habit in 
a secluded garden just below Elrond’s private quarters.  Only this morning 
unnoticed by either, a pair of sapphire eyes watched intently.  A 
particularly viscous sortie provoked a startled gasp from the visitor 
gaining the attention of both elves.  Elrond spoke as he parried a blow, 
“Prince Legolas, what brings…you…here?”

“My pardon if I am interrupting.  Please don’t let me interfere.  I was 
simply walking about and upon hearing the sounds of steel, decided to 
investigate.  I didn’t expect to find you so involved.”

Erestor lunged to the right drawing a reaction from Elrond.  Anticipating 
the movement, Erestor used it to create the opening he had desired, 
disarming and then laying the point of his sword to his Lord’s throat.

“Ai.  I yield.  Well done.”

Legolas smirked and failed to completely stifle a chuckle at seeing the 
great Lord Elrond defeated by his advisor.  /Ada would have loved to have 
seen this. /

“Prince Legolas, does it amuse you to see me bested?  Of course it does.  
Perhaps you would make a more worthy opponent.  That is if my Chief 
Advisor here would indulge us.”  Elrond knew he shouldn’t egg the prince 
on, but that smug expression irked him.

Legolas smiled.  This might be amusing.  “I would enjoy the opportunity 
of crossing blades with you Lord Erestor.  That is if you are still up to 
it…if you aren’t too winded.”

Erestor knew what his Lord was doing, and sighed.  He really didn’t want 
to do this, but it seemed he really had no choice.  “Are you sure you want 
to cross swords?  Perhaps I would not be enough of a challenge.”

“Oh, I shall quite enjoy testing your blade.”  Legolas took Elrond’s 
proffered sword, removed his over tunic and moved to a fighting stance.

Sighing Erestor swung wide, drawing Legolas in.  Blows were exchanged 
as Erestor measured his opponent’s abilities.  With each blow he 
encouraged the prince to increase the force of his attack.  Lord Elrond 
knew that Erestor was toying with Legolas.  He wondered if Legolas knew 
it yet.  

The look on Erestor’s face bore no similarity to that of a scholar.  Gone 
was the Chief Advisor.  Legolas was gazing into the predatory eyes of a 
warrior.  He quickly stopped holding back and began to fight with all he 
had.  Erestor surprised him by blocking his best efforts with ease.  Even 
more frustrating, Erestor seemed to be biding his time…holding back and 
enjoying himself.  

Elrond heard the approach of another and turned to see Glorfindel joining 
him.  Glorfindel whispered so as not to disturb the combatants.  “You 
were late, so I thought you might be sparring with Erestor.  Why is he 
sparring with Legolas instead?”

Elrond looked rather sheepish, an expression seldom seen from the Lord 
of Imladris.  “I suppose I goaded them into it.  He found it rather 
humorous that Erestor had bested me.  I shouldn’t have done it, but it just 
popped out, and I put Erestor in the position of having to accept the 
challenge.  He is going to get even with me for this.”  Elrond actually 
shuddered to imagine what his old friend would demand as just pay back.

Glorfindel smiled at his friend and Lord.  “You know he could keep this 
up all day.”

Elrond chuckled.  “Erestor, we do have work to do.”

Erestor nodded and smiled.  With a well timed sidestep, quick flick of the 
wrist and leg to the back of the knee, Legolas was on his back.  He was 
disarmed, looking up at a sword pointed at his throat and further to its 
owner’s dark frightening gaze.

To say he was surprised would be an understatement.  Legolas swallowed 
hard as he tried to learn to breathe again.  The look in Erestor’s eyes was 
merciless, hard and unforgiving.  

“I yield.”

Erestor helped the prince to his feet, and shook his head.  “I am going to 
the bath before venturing to the study.  I smell like an orc.”

Glorfindel laughed.  “When you are right, you are right.”

“Oh shut up.”  Erestor left without looking back.

Elrond laughed at the interaction between his two dear friends.  “You 
really know how to push his buttons, don’t you?”

Glorfindel wagged his eyebrows and returned, “I do try.”

Legolas shook himself off and approached the two legends.  “When did he 
learn to fight like that?”

Glorfindel turned an unreadable expression on the prince.  “Erestor’s true 
skill does not lay with scholarly pursuits.”

“But he is the chief advisor, a scholar!  He was a warrior?  If he was a 
warrior, why is his post that of advisor?  Did he do something to cause the 
shift in responsibilities?”  His stare was incredulous, but Legolas couldn’t 
help it.  Things just didn’t work this way in Mirkwood.  

Elrond grew serious.  “You honestly can not understand why an elf might 
desire to become a scholar after having followed the life of a warrior, can 
you?  You find warriors to be a cut above scholars.  He is a master of the 
blade pen neth. He has seen more blood than you can possibly imagine.  
He helped me form Imladris.  After the War of the Last Alliance he agreed 
to become my Chief Advisor.  At that time in his life, he wished for and 
needed a time of peace.  The dream of a haven where all elves were 
welcome, appealed.  I count myself very fortunate to have an Eldar of 
such skill and note at my side.”

Glorfindel pretended to sniff the air.  “You know, it still smells like orc 
here and Erestor has long since vanished.”  

Elrond gave a lopsided grin.  “You are as subtle as a warg…to the bath 
then.  Legolas, I hope to see you at dinner.  Glorfindel, you I will see 
shortly and we can speak of wargs and the advisability of comparing them 
to one’s Lord.”

Glorfindel smiled unrepentant and watched the two depart.


Chapter Five

In the privacy of his quarters, Legolas could be alone with his thoughts.  A 
vision of ebony eyes and raven black hair swam through his mind.  One 
question plagued him that he had not allowed himself to answer.  It had to 
do with the true nature of his feelings toward the advisor.  He knew there 
was a great deal of lust, for the elf was breathtaking.  If it were just lust, 
would seeing him with Glorfindel provoke such strong feelings?  Nay, 
there was more than lust at work, but could it be called…no.  It couldn’t 
be.  But what if it were?  He was not going to go there. Was the attraction 
mutual?  He had the sinking feeling that it was not.  

He had approached Erestor as if he were just another beautiful elf to fall at 
the feet of the Prince of Mirkwood.  He now realized that had been a bad 
move.  The advisor had not only refused to fall, but had let him 
know…albeit quite politely…that he was out of line.  Then there was 
Glorfindel hovering about.  To top off everything, it seemed that his entire 
perception of the advisor was off base.  It would take work to recover 
from his mistakes, but the rewards of the extra effort would be well worth 
the time.

He decided there was no time like the present and went in search of 
Erestor.  He headed for the study, correctly surmising that the elf would 
likely be at work.  The door was open so Legolas quietly entered.  Erestor 
heard the visitor and looked up, not entirely happy about the interruption.

Legolas smiled.  “Lord Erestor, I am sorry for interrupting you, but want 
to apologize for my behavior this morning.  It was not my intention to 
cause offense, but I fear that I managed to do just that.  Please forgive 
me.”

Barely looking up, Erestor replied, “An apology is quite unnecessary.”

Knowing that as a guest Erestor would give him some latitude, he 
persisted.  “I disagree.  I have a boon ask.  You have, I think, a bad 
impression of me, and for that I am entirely to blame.  I would like the 
opportunity to render that.  Would you have dinner with me in my quarters 
and perhaps a game of chess afterward?  Before you answer, this is simply 
an invitation for dinner and a game of chess.  This isn’t a come on, and not 
intended to make you feel uncomfortable in any way.  Please say yes.”

Erestor cocked his head and studied the pleading gaze before him.  /What 
would it hurt? / “Very well, I will join you for dinner and chess tonight in 
your quarters.”

Legolas felt his heart take a leap.  “Wonderful!  I will leave you to your 
work.  I look forward to seeing you soon.”  Legolas almost bounded from 
the room.  He had preparations to make.

Legolas asked the kitchen staff to prepare a dinner to Erestor’s tastes and 
left the dinner to more capable hands than his own.  The serving staff 
knew of Legolas’ nightly escapades, and had learned not to assume 
anything where the prince was concerned.  When he requested a scented 
candle, they returned with a large selection.  He only selected one as it was 
not his intention to create a romantic ambiance.  That would be left for 
another night.  Elrohir had been only too glad to lend his chess set for the 
evening, wishing Legolas luck in the process.  

After all preparations had been made, Legolas brooded over which clothes 
to wear in order to impress but appear casual.  Finally after having decided 
on leggings of a deep black/green and a silk shirt of the palest tan, he took 
a long bath and set to braiding his hair.  Then the waiting began and with 
the waiting came butterflies.  He felt like an elfling on his first date and he 
detested it.

Erestor opted for deep earth brown velvet leggings under a loose shirt with 
billowing sleeves.  He wore a few intricately woven braids in otherwise 
loose and flowing locks.  The braids were adorned with mithral beads that 
stood out beautifully against his dark tresses.  The look was perfectly 
Erestor. 

The door was opened almost immediately after Erestor knocked.  Legolas 
motioned for him to enter.  “I am so pleased you came.  The kitchen staff 
has really outdone themselves.”

The two ate and spoke about nothing of import for a while before Legolas 
decided to gain a more personal note.  “You certainly surprised me this 
morning.  I had no idea you were a warrior.  I suppose that could come in 
handy when council meetings get out of hand.”

Erestor gently smiled.  “It has been tempting on a couple of occasions, but 
taking blade to diplomats is frowned on.”

Legolas allowed a polite smile to grace his face as he answered.  “I can 
only hope that I don’t in future instill those feelings in you.  Lord Elrond 
said that you helped found Imladris.”

Erestor’s gaze seemed far away.  “I helped true.  At the time, such a place 
was needed badly.  There had been too much death.  Many elves felt a 
sense of hopelessness, and there was much grief over those lost at Barad-
dûr.  A place of peace, acceptance and understanding was important to 
some of us.  It has been a pleasure to watch Imladris grow.”

Legolas had never heard any details of Imladris, as Thranduil did not like 
the mention of anything connected with Elrond.  “In Mirkwood, I never 
learned why Imladris had been founded.  I suppose I assumed it to simply 
be Lord Elrond’s home and nothing more.  It does seem like a tranquil 
haven apart from the world…at least until something occurs to remind us 
of the outside.”

“Let us not speak of the young guard tonight.  I would rather not end the 
evening with the thoughts of death and the unfairness of life preying on 
my mind.  Instead, tell me do you miss Mirkwood?” Erestor replied.

“Yes, I would be lying if I said that I don’t miss my home.  However in 
Imladris I find there is much to learn.  It is nothing like I imagined.  Adar 
does not speak well of Elrond and by association his family, friends and 
even home.  Instead, I have found a lovely home to some of the nicest and 
most interesting elves I’ve ever met.  Imladris boasts not only the famous 
Lord Elrond, but also the famed balrog slayer and Lord of the House of 
the Golden Flower, a minstrel with the sweetest voice in all of Arda, and 
the famous Chief Advisor Erestor, feared in council chambers throughout 
Middle-Earth.  It is quite an assemblage of impressive elves.” replied 
Legolas as he flashed a winning smile.

Erestor noticed that Legolas was making an effort, but also heard and filed 
away the information that Thranduil was keeping Mirkwood uninformed 
about much that lay beyond his realm…interesting and useful.  With the 
meal at an end the two moved to the chess board set up on a small table 
near the balcony.  Erestor was a skilled strategist, and excelled at the game 
of chess.  He looked forward to playing against someone new.  Thranduil 
had passable skill at forming unusual strategies, and he hoped some of that 
knowledge had been passed to the son.  

The game was engaging.  Legolas used a style that was unconventional, 
rendering it more difficult to anticipate moves.  After three hours, Erestor 
emerged victorious.  Legolas was not to be so easily dissuaded. 

“I demand a rematch.  Now that I know your style, victory is not assured 
the next time round.”  Legolas knew very well that victory against a 
strategist such as Erestor was nothing more than wishful thinking, but he 
enjoyed both the challenge and company.  It was also a way to spend time 
furthering his goal of seducing Erestor to his side, or bed, whichever.  
Both would result in the same outcome.  

Erestor graced him with a wicked smile.  “If you wish for another lesson, I 
would be pleased to grant it.  The following two nights are taken, but be 
prepared to fall to defeat three nights hence.  Oh, and return Elrohir’s 
board.  We will use a set in the sitting room just off the main library.  It is 
a beautifully crafted gift from Lord Celeborn.  The evening was pleasant.  
I thank you for your hospitality.  I must retire as Lord Elrond will demand 
my presence only a few short hours from now.  Good night Prince.”


Chapter Six

Glorfindel groaned.  “You are falling for him aren’t you?”

Erestor looked away briefly and answered in a clipped voice.  “No, of 
course not.  What gives you that delusion?”

“You are falling for him.  I’ve seen your gaze on him.  It is not distaste or 
annoyance in your eyes.  You want him don’t you?”  Glorfindel did not 
approve, but Erestor was old enough to know his mind and heart.  He 
certainly wouldn’t want advice on love.  

Erestor’s eyes flashed and his voice became quiet.  “Is a person not 
allowed to look without causing others to see things that aren’t there?  
You can’t really believe that.”

Glorfindel eyed his friend closely before continuing.  “If you were anyone 
else, a look however filled with longing, would be no more than a look.  
More often than not, you just appear bored or uninterested with elves that 
pursue you.  But now you turn your gaze on Legolas, and it is not with 
disinterest.  Yes Erestor, I do really believe that.”

Erestor looked into azure eyes and a level stare.  Suddenly unable to meet 
that gaze, he looked to the floor.  “Oh Valar Fin, how can this be 
happening?  I don’t know what to do.”  Long ago necessity caused Erestor 
to firmly lock away his feelings of love and longing.  He had not expected 
to feel anything for Legolas, yet over the course of the last three weeks he 
had felt something stir within him.

Glorfindel wished now that the prince had never arrived.  A casual fling 
was one thing, but real emotions…that was another matter all together.  
Legolas was the last elf he would trust to treat his friend with the love and 
respect he was due.  

“These things are not planned Erestor.  It is happening because something 
in your fëa calls to his.  You have to decide whether to act on those 
feelings, but before you do, you need to…nay must…determine the nature 
of his attraction to you.  I know you well enough to realize what the result 
would be if he were only attracted on a physical level.  Also, this could be 
a passing infatuation.  You’ve been the obsession of many…still are…and 
well you know it.”

Erestor sighed and looked troubled.  He had not been looking for this.  He 
had not wanted this.  His heart had been taken long ago.  That elf was out 
of his reach, but now there was Legolas.  He was beautiful and could be 
delightful company, but was what Fin said true?  Could this be a passing 
fancy or perhaps another elf obsessing or fantasizing over him?

“I may need your support my friend.”

Glorfindel leaned forward and took Erestor’s hands.  His gaze was filled 
with compassion.  “I will be here for you.  Never doubt that.  I will be here 
to pick up the pieces if things go badly.  You are not alone.  As much as I 
hate to say this, if he actually means something to you, you must find out 
if this is real or illusion on his part.  If it is real, you have to take the 
chance.”  Erestor would never know how hard it had been for Glorfindel 
to say those words.

Erestor’s eyes became soft and filled with warmth.  Glorfindel meant more 
to him than he would ever admit.  The bond was unspoken and Glorfindel 
felt it as well.  He didn’t deserve someone as caring as the blonde.  
“Whatever would I do without you?”

Glorfindel grinned.  “You would be insufferable.  You do realize this does 
not cancel our little agreement out.”

Erestor was momentarily caught off guard.  “Um…which agreement 
would that be?”

He absolutely loved the nonplussed expression playing across Erestor’s 
features.  “Why, the arrangement where I become your lover.  That was to 
become active if he continued to pursue you, I believe.”

Erestor’s eyes became huge.  “Oh you don’t mean to follow through with 
that.  You wouldn’t…you would…Fin!”

Glorfindel nearly choked in his effort to stifle the laughter that threatened 
to bubble forth.  Smiling sweetly Glorfindel all but purred.  “He no doubt 
already suspects us to be lovers.  Don’t you want to know if he will 
become jealous of your affections?  What would he do if another tried to 
claim your favors?  You know me well.  Yes, I do intend to hold you to it.  
He isn’t so far off base anyway.  We have been companions and shared 
much throughout the millennia.”

“Fin, this isn’t funny.”

Glorfindel tried for an innocent expression, but didn’t succeed.  “This isn’t 
a joke, love.  If he really wants you, it will not deter him.  If he isn’t 
willing to fight for you, he isn’t worth your time.”

“Fin!”

“Erestor love, you are in the best of hands.  Trust me.”  Trust was 
definitely not what was instilled by the look on Glorfindel’s face as his 
expression totally belied his words.   

Erestor heaved a long suffering sigh.  “You have that look on your face.”

“Which look is that?”  Glorfindel all but batted his eyes.  He really was 
terrible at acting the innocent.  

“The look that tells me that nothing I can say or do will make one bit of 
difference.  You are so stubborn,” replied Erestor.

Glorfindel smirked.  “You should know how to spot stubbornness in 
others.  It is one of your more adorable quirks.”

“Oooooh!  Sometimes you are just too much,” replied Erestor.  

Glorfindel smiled not willing to pass up the opportunity to tease his friend.  
“You have always been able to accommodate me in the past.  I’ve never 
been too much.  Perhaps a stretch, but then you have always seemed to 
enjoy it immensely.”

Dark eyes suddenly widened.  “Fin!  Fine.  I walked right into that one.  
Never are you too much my, dear warrior.  You are just right until you 
open your mouth.”

“You said that you like my mouth.  I believe you described it as gifted.”  
Although he managed to keep a straight face, Glorfindel felt like he was 
about to keel over with laughter.

Erestor’s cheeks were blazing by this point, but whether from 
embarrassment or frustration was debatable.  “You know what I 
mean…and you do possess considerable skill.”  

Glorfindel’s voice took on a more serious note.  “I doubt your prince will 
approve of our relationship.”

“We were close for millennia before his birth.  His approval does not and 
never will affect that.  Nor will that of any other.”  Erestor smiled fondly, 
tucking a stray strand behind Glorfindel’s ear.  

Glorfindel cherished the closeness he shared with Erestor, and it was 
reflected in his eyes as he gazed back at his friend.  “I never doubted it.  
He won’t like it though.” 

“The challenge will be to get one so young to understand our relationship.  
It will be a measure of his intelligence and trust.  I know not the full 
measure of either.  I hate to admit it, but I couldn’t live without you.  I 
would fade to nothingness.  Still, you can be insufferable, grumpy and 
soooo frustrating.”

Glorfindel was surprised at Erestor’s spoken admission.  They rarely gave 
voice to their feelings for one another.  They went unspoken…an 
understanding that didn’t require words to make it real.  “Erestor, you are 
a treasure.  If he hurts you, he will answer to me.”

Erestor knew he meant it, as Erestor felt the same way.  He knew that even 
if he forgave an offense, Glorfindel would not.  The feeling was mutual.  
Erestor knew that his temper was quite a bit more fierce than that of the 
warrior; his idea of vengeance much darker.  There would be a reckoning 
for any affronts offered to Glorfindel, no matter his feelings on the issue.


Chapter Seven

Erestor finally secured from Glorfindel his agreement not to interfere with 
the budding relationship.  During the course of the next few weeks, 
Legolas and Erestor began spending more time with one another.  It began 
with tea and ended with long walks or rides through the countryside.  
Erestor found himself becoming more attracted to the prince.  When 
Legolas made that first move and kissed him after walking the grounds 
one night, it did not come as a surprise, nor was it unwelcome.

The night for which Legolas had been striving had finally arrived.  The 
time was right and preparation good.  He would bed Erestor this night.  
Erestor concurred knowing that this night would be the culmination of 
desires that had been building and demanded expression.

Dinner found neither hungering for food.  Small talk would not come, and 
the sexual tension became palpable.  Erestor had made certain gestures to 
ensure that the other knew his advances would be welcome.  This failing, 
he planned to take more direct measures.  Legolas however was very 
happy to take the lead.  He had in fact intended to do just that. 

Legolas moved to the settee beside Erestor bringing a hand to his shoulder 
and gently pulling him till they faced one another.  Looking into his eyes 
but saying nothing, his hand drifted up through raven locks to trace the 
line of a delicately pointed ear before stroking the sensitive tip.  Fingers 
moved to lightly press on lush lips before he leaned in, brushing them with 
his own.  Erestor’s lips parted and his tongue flitted across Legolas’ lips, 
inviting him to further his explorations. 

“Pen vain,” whispered Legolas as he drew back to stare into liquid pools 
of deepest black. (beautiful one)  

Legolas’ words were answered with a slow, lingering kiss.  

Legolas let his hand lazily drift over the collarbone and down to stroke a 
nipple already hard but hidden beneath silk.  The light touch elicited a soft 
moan.  Not loosening dark eyes from his gaze, Legolas unfastened and 
cast the shirt aside.  After nibbling his way around and down the exposed 
neck, his mouth roved till it was lowered to a hardened pink nub.  The tip 
of his tongue teased as his fingers played.  Passion laid hold of Erestor 
who gasped and moaned at the tongue’s slow torture.   

Legolas hands lowered, exploring the planes of Erestor’s abdomen and 
coming to rest over the bulging leggings.  “Mmmm” was the only sound 
as Legolas’ hand brushed the arousal.  Finally the lacings were opened and 
the arousal freed.  Drawing Erestor to his feet, Legolas slid his hands 
down hips and thighs till Erestor’s leggings lay in a pool on the floor.  

Once the beautifully toned body was laid bare, Legolas nipped and 
suckled delicate skin, all the while pressing Erestor backward to the bed.  
As they moved, hands pushed and pulled till Legolas’ clothes lay across 
the floor marking a trail to the bed.  Pulling the dark haired vision to his 
body, Legolas stroked the raven black hair and moved in to suckle the tip 
of the elfin ear.  When Erestor began to tremble with need, he pressed him 
back into the bed, following him down with a lingering kiss.

Erestor moved to the center of the bed and Legolas covered his body.  As 
he ground himself against Erestor, he looked into the dark eyes glazed 
with lust.  Moving down, he kissed and suckled the soft skin of the neck.  
Giving in to a strong urge, he let his teeth pierce the delicate skin, leaving 
a perfect imprint of his teeth.  This drew a sharp gasp.  The prince moved 
further down over the hard chest.  He circled a hard nipple with his tongue 
while his hand rolled and fondled its partner.  A frustrated moan sounded 
Erestor’s protest when Legolas left the nipples to further explore the body 
stretched out before him.  His lips kissed and tasted as he furthered his 
descent, only stopping when he reached parted thighs.  Erestor moaned 
and pleaded, but to no avail.  His needy arousal was ignored.  

Legolas brought a pillow under Erestor’s hips before resuming his 
explorations.  He laved his tongue over tight testicles, sampling delicate 
flesh.  Furthering its explorations, his tongue roved once again, finding 
and drawing circles around the cleft.  Erestor’s head thrashed, but 
Legolas’ arms held his body firm.  He lapped at the entrance letting his 
tongue dart inside, till he felt Erestor’s arousal to be nearing the point of 
pain.   

Erestor’s exquisite torment ended when a tongue lightly teased the crown 
of his cock.  A strong arm prevented his thrusts as Legolas’ lips laved 
kisses along the underside of the arousal.  Erestor’s taste was addictive 
and Legolas let his tongue slowly lick its way along the prominent vein.  
Erestor was reduced to whimpers when Legolas let his tongue return to flit 
across the tip of the arousal.  Legolas gazed into Erestor’s eyes as he took 
him into his mouth.  He set a rhythm moving up and down the length of 
the arousal.  Whimpers became moans of pleasure.  When moans became 
near screams, he pulled back.  Erestor glistened with sweat.  His head was 
turned to the side, his damp hair partially obscuring his face.  Trembles 
racked his straining muscles.  The cessation of movement brought pleas 
for mercy.    

Erestor spread his legs wide hoping Legolas would hear his silent plea.  A 
bottle of oil waited on the nightstand.  Legolas coated a finger before 
circling and sliding into Erestor.  When he felt Erestor respond by pushing 
back, he added a second finger.  He knew his aim true when Erestor cried 
out and thrust in earnest.  When the third finger was added, Erestor’s 
desire hit a new level and he cried out to be taken.

Legolas moved up the body beneath him and whispered, “Taste yourself 
on my lips.”  Erestor tasted himself on Legolas’ mouth as he felt an 
arousal press the entrance to his body.  It did not breach him, but waited 
poised. 

When the kiss broke Erestor softly spoke, “Ernilen.”   (My Prince) 

Legolas looked deeply into his eyes and asked, “What do you want of 
me?” 

“Garo nin” (have me)

Legolas did not relent.  “Tell me…I want to hear the words.”  

“Oh Valar…please…”  Erestor *really* did not want to talk at this 
particular moment and was not beyond begging. 

“Shall I make you mine?  Do you want that…to be mine and only mine?”  
Legolas had heard the plea in Erestor’s voice, but ignored it and demanded 
an answer.

Barely able to form a coherent thought Erestor fairly gasped, “Please… 
yes… please… Legolas…please take me.”  

Legolas persisted, pressing his weight down and not allowing Erestor’s 
thrusts.  “Mine and only mine…is that what you want…to be mine?”

Finally Erestor found the words the prince wanted to hear.  “Yours…only 
yours.”

Legolas entered Erestor in one slow, hard and deep thrust.  Erestor bucked 
but Legolas stilled to allow him to become accustomed to the considerable 
fullness.  Erestor pled till Legolas relented and began a slow hard rhythm.  
When he felt Erestor nearing the edge once again, he stroked the needy 
shaft once, then twice before seed spilled over his hand.  Continuing to 
thrust through the muscles clenching his arousal, he finally came spilling 
his seed deep into Erestor’s body.  Legolas looked into glazed eyes as he 
pulled Erestor into a demanding and passionate kiss.  Finally, Legolas left 
Erestor’s body, moving to draw a bath.  

They bathed each other, touching, caressing and bestowing kisses 
throughout.  Legolas looked at a particularly deep bite as well as several 
dark passion marks against ivory skin and smiled.  “You bear my mark.  
You are mine now, heart, body, and soul.  He cupped Erestor’s cheek and 
kissed him lazily.”

Erestor responded to the kiss willingly, acknowledging Legolas’ claim.  
Erestor pulled back and whispered.  “Now, my prince, I will make you 
mine.”  With an intense expression and note to his voice, Erestor added, “I 
will have you.”

Legolas hissed, head lolling back.  Erestor gently bit Legolas’ exposed 
neck before drawing him from the water.  Wet bodies slid against one 
another before Erestor drew the prince to bed.  Erestor claimed the prince 
that night, leaving pronounced marks on Legolas’ neck ensuring all knew 
he had been touched and claimed.

Glorfindel noticed his friend wore high necked robes to the meeting the 
next morning.  Erestor hated high necked robes, likening them to a torture 
devised in the deepest pits of Mordor.  There is only one reason he would 
don that robe voluntarily.  After the council meeting, he dogged Erestor’s 
steps till they were in the study.  

“I take it you had a good time last night.”

Erestor smiled.  “You could say that.”

Glorfindel reached out and unfastened the collar to reveal one large bite 
mark and several dark bruises.  He allowed his fingers to trace the marks 
of the bite.  “That had to hurt.  The youngster got a bit carried away.  You 
never minded a bit of pain, though, did you?”

Erestor became amused and quirked a lopsided grin at Glorfindel.  “That 
all depends on who is giving it.”

“So you didn’t mind feeling his teeth piercing your delicate flesh.”

Erestor’s gaze became serious which rather surprised Glorfindel.  “Pain 
delivered by Legolas in the midst of passion…that feels wrong.  The 
teeth…yes they did hurt, but he is rather possessive.  Fin, I may have done 
something…he asked…and I told him…”  Erestor’s face was worried, his 
gaze fixed firmly on the ground.  

Glorfindel knew his friend well enough to realize this was serious to bring 
about such a reaction.  He was concerned.  What had happened to put 
Erestor in this state?  Carefully he took Erestor’s hand and led him to a 
chair.  Kneeling in front of him, he stroked the back of white knuckles.  
“Start at the beginning Erestor and tell me what happened.”

Erestor’s voice came out barely above a whisper.  “He asked…we 
were…and he”

“Erestor slow down.  Take your time.”

Erestor took a deep breath and seemed to gather some of his wits.  “In the 
heat of passion, I may have said something that I should not.  He wanted 
me to say that I was his and only his.”

Glorfindel immediately pictured what had happened but didn’t interrupt.

“I would have said anything.  It was wrong, and it was a lie.  I am going to 
have to talk to him.  Fin, I’m afraid.”  Erestor had not intended to share his 
dilemma, but it had been something of a relief to do so.

Glorfindel knew this boded ill.  The young elf would never be able to 
understand what passed between eldar elves.  He couldn’t be expected to.  
Therein lay the problem.  Erestor had seen and done things that had 
scarred his fëa.  Legolas could not understand what Erestor would not tell 
him.  There had been times when Erestor had come to him for the comfort 
and understanding that their common history, shared experiences and 
close bond of friendship provided.  Erestor would not deny the love he felt 
for his friend.  Neither would he renounce it.  He was too loyal to 
Glorfindel to ever consider it.  Because of that, Erestor was about to be 
hurt…badly.  

“Erestor, whatever happens, I am here for you.  Give him an opportunity 
though.  He might surprise you.”

Erestor looked defeated.  “No, he won’t.  He will react as if I have 
betrayed him.  He will see a lie and won’t look beyond.  I am going to lose 
him, Fin.  The sooner I get this done the better.”  Erestor rose and slowly 
walked from the room.  He knew that Glorfindel did not know the extent 
of the lie, and he never would.

Glorfindel sought out Elrond and asked him to watch Erestor.  He told him 
he had a personal problem, but didn’t elaborate.  Elrond, to his credit, 
didn’t ask but promised to look out for his old friend.


Chapter Eight

Legolas was thrilled that his beloved had slipped off during the middle of 
the day.  “Mellamin, come inside.”

Erestor entered but didn’t speak for a moment.  He bowed his head and 
braced himself.  After taking several deep breaths, he began.  “Legolas we 
have to talk.”

Legolas had watched, not understanding the body language he was picking 
up on.  He drew Erestor to the chairs by the window and sat not knowing 
what to expect.  “All right love, let us talk.”

“Last night was wonderful…don’t speak…not yet.  Let me finish.  Last 
night was incredible and meant more than words will convey.  I love you.  
Please believe that.  No matter what else happens, know that I love you.  
You asked me to tell you that I belong to you and you alone, and I did.  
That was not the complete truth.  There is no one in Middle Earth that I 
love as I do you, but…”

Legolas kept his gaze steady, not betraying the surprise, hurt and outrage 
he felt inside.  His composure was unnerving to the older elf.  
“Glorfindel.”

Tears were building turning his eyes to swimming black pools.  “We have 
been close longer than you have been alive.  Can you understand that?  
There is a connection that just can’t be broken.”

“Yes, I understand.  You love him.”

Erestor bit his lip to keep from screaming.  “Yes, there is love, but it isn’t 
what you are thinking.”   

Legolas’ eyes became hard and his voice cold.  “And what am I thinking?  
That you share a bed?  You do, don’t you?  Am I thinking that you whore 
yourself to him?  That he owns your heart?  Perhaps I am thinking that last 
night meant nothing to you beyond a pleasant interlude.  Or maybe I am 
thinking what a hypocrite you were to ask me to forswear all others when 
you would not.  Which is it?”

Erestor had known this was coming, but that did nothing to lessen the 
impact.  The words fell like blows upon his soul.  “He doesn’t own my 
heart.  I love him yes, but I love you as well.  It is a different kind of love.  
Last night…how can you believe it was naught but a pleasurable tryst?  To 
me, it was a beginning, a beginning of love and hope.  It was a beginning 
of a future with you.”

Legolas spoke softly.  “No, it was not.  Perhaps you hoped to include me 
in your life, but there could never be a future so long as your heart is 
touched by another.  I can’t and I won’t do that.”

“Legolas, please try to understand.  I do not love him in the same way as I 
love you.  We have been through so much together.  We have been there 
for each other through blood, death, loss, joy, and love.  Through it all we 
could count on the other for support, no matter what.  A bond developed 
and grew through the millennia.  Neither could survive the loss of the 
other, but our feelings are not the same as my feelings for you.  Fin and I 
share a deep friendship.  You are my lover Legolas.  Please try to 
understand the difference.  Please.  I love you so much.”  Large eyes 
begged. 

“Hush, Erestor.  Just hush.  I will not share you with anyone.  I can not.  I 
can’t love you knowing you also love one who has known your favors 
over many millennia.  Is that insecurity?  Perhaps, but it is reality.  
Glorfindel has more in common with you than ever I could.  I knew that 
all along.  He loves you and you love him.  He shares your heart as well as 
your bed.  Do not ask me to give my heart to you when you are bound to 
another.  It isn’t fair, not to me or him.  I do love you, but I won’t do 
*anything* in order to be with you.  If you won’t consider my feelings, I 
have to do so for myself.”

Erestor couldn’t speak.  Tears blinded him as he rose to leave.  Legolas 
drew him to his body and held him till he gathered his composure.  He 
then tilted Erestor’s chin up.  “I know you love me…just not enough.  Go, 
he will be there for you.”  He walked Erestor to the door and closed it 
quietly behind him.  He then proceeded to walk to the balcony and watch 
the waterfall.  It had been too perfect.  Perhaps he should have known it 
wouldn’t last.  He had not planned to ask for commitment, but the desire 
had been born.
A single tear slipped past his eyes to mark the loss.


Chapter Nine

Elrond entered Erestor’s study to find him sitting in one of the overstuffed 
chairs, sobbing uncontrollably.  Walking forward he drew Erestor’s hands 
into his own.  “It is Legolas, isn’t it?”

Erestor could only nod.

“Can I do anything?”

Erestor sharply shook his head.

“You had a fight?”

“He ended our relationship.  He sent me away.”  Erestor’s voice was only 
a whisper.

Elrond knew there was much more to it, but would not press his advisor.  
He had not seen him so broken in millennia.  “You are not to come in to 
work for the next few days.  You need to work through this first.  Do you 
want me to stay?”

Erestor found voice enough to whisper.  “No, please, I need to be alone.”

“Very well, you know where to find me.  Don’t hesitate to seek me out.”  
Elrond returned to his office, and drafted a message to be delivered to 
Glorfindel.  He then proceeded to mix a strong sedative.

Glorfindel was on the training grounds when he received the message.  It 
said merely that he was needed in Elrond’s office immediately.  He left his 
second in charge and rushed to Elrond’s summons.

“Elrond…is something amiss?”

Elrond’s look was grave.  “Yes.  Go to Erestor.  He needs you.  Go now.”

Glorfindel knew then that Erestor had talked to Legolas and that it did not 
end well.  Glorfindel stepped into Erestor’s study to find the elf hugging 
his legs to his chest and resting his forehead on his knees.  He walked 
forward, not saying a word and brushed a hand over the long raven mane.  
“You spoke with Legolas.”

Erestor was not normally given to tears, but now he sobbed 
uncontrollably.  Glorfindel’s heart lurched to see his friend so broken.  He 
moved Erestor forward in the chair, knelt and pulled his head down onto a 
strong shoulder.  Stroking his hair and rubbing circles on his back, 
Glorfindel let his friend cry till there were no tears left.  “Can you walk?”

Erestor looked at him with huge red rimmed eyes.  Glorfindel drew his 
friend up and encircled his waist, walking him to Elrond’s office.  “I need 
something to help him sleep.  He needs rest.  He is emotionally exhausted, 
but I don’t think he will sleep on his own.”

Elrond handed him the sedative that he had prepared and sighed.  
“Glorfindel, I want you to take the next few days off and stay with him.  
Elladan and Elrohir will take your patrols, and your second can take 
whatever else comes up.  Erestor is going to need you.  Is there anything 
else I can get for you?”

“Yes.  Strong liquor.  He will need something…”

“Say no more.”  Elrond went to a side cabinet and withdrew a bottle.  
“This is dwarven, and particularly strong.  I was given a cask in thanks for 
giving aide to a stonecutter a few years ago.  There is more where this 
came from.  It is a bit much for me.  If you need anything else all you need 
do is ask.”

“How strong is the sleeping potion?”

“It will last for several hours.”

Glorfindel poured some of the draught into a small cup and put it in 
Erestor’s shaky hands.  The warrior’s hands covered Erestor’s own and 
began lifting the cup to his lips.  “Drink this.”  Erestor drank without 
comment. 

“Glorfindel, you need to get him into bed quickly.  The potion will act 
rapidly.”

Glorfindel drew his arms tightly around Erestor’s body and walked him 
towards his chambers.  When Erestor began swaying under the effects of 
the potion, he lifted him into his arms.  Erestor managed to whisper 
through a sleepy haze, “Where are we going?” 

“You are going to bed.”

Erestor laid his head against Glorfindel’s wide chest and let the potion 
work its magic.  By the time Glorfindel had arrived at his rooms, Erestor 
was sound asleep.  Carefully he sat Erestor on the side of the bed 
supporting him against his chest.  He drew off the tunic, and then opened 
the lacings of the leggings.  Laying Erestor back, he removed the boots 
and leggings before putting him under the covers.

Glorfindel looked down on the tear stained visage of his friend sleeping 
fitfully in his bed.  A rage filled his being at the thought of that shattered 
heart.  Erestor was a kind and gentle soul with a tender heart.  He did not 
deserve this.  After gently kissing Erestor’s brow, Glorfindel left to gather 
what he felt would be needed during the coming hours.

Help was enlisted when he spied Elladan lurking in the corridors.  
Grabbing him by the arm, he drew the startled twin along behind him to 
the wine cellar.  Elladan read the grim countenance of the balrog slayer 
and kept his peace.  He knew something was very wrong.  Glorfindel went 
to a far corner and gathered six bottles thrusting them into Elladan’s arms.  
He then walked down several aisles before finding what he sought and 
gathered several bottles more.  He returned to his rooms sitting the bottles 
beside the mysterious dwarven liquor.  That is when Elladan saw Erestor 
lying in the middle of the bed.  

“Glorfindel, what has happened to Erestor?”

“Legolas happened”, was the only answer he got.

“What did he do to him?  He looks like his world has fallen away.”

“He was unable to speak when I found him.  I don’t know what he said to 
do this to him, but I intend to find out.  Stay here till I return.  Legolas and 
I are going to have a talk.”

Elladan moved to a chair feeling overcome with guilt that he and Elrohir 
encouraged Legolas to pursue their mentor.  It had never occurred to him 
that actual emotions and feelings would develop.  

Glorfindel didn’t knock.  Instead he entered Legolas’ quarters and locked 
the door.  

“Now my prince you will deal with me.  Erestor is unconscious on my 
bed.  He hasn’t been able to speak due to the sobs wracking his body.  He 
couldn’t even walk unaided.”

Legolas’ voice was hard and unfeeling.  In his opinion Erestor got what 
was coming to him.  “If he is upset, it is of his own making.  He came here 
to tell me that he couldn’t give me his heart.  You already hold it.”

Glorfindel’s reply was immediate.  “No, that he didn’t say.  He loves you.  
If I have a place in his heart, it did not lessen his feelings for you.”  

Looking the warrior in the eye, Legolas countered.  “That is what he said, 
but then he gives you more than a place in his heart, doesn’t he?  He also 
gives you a place in his bed…in his body.”

Glorfindel’s eyes fell to half mast and blazed fire giving Legolas a glimpse 
into what the balrog might have seen prior to death.  Then the prince felt 
himself fly across the room from the force of the blow delivered to his 
jaw.

Glorfindel stood looking down upon the form of the fallen prince.  “I told 
him you were not mature enough to understand our relationship.  Erestor 
can usually read elves like a book.  I wonder if he knew what was coming, 
but hoped beyond all reason that he might be mistaken.  Perhaps he was so 
smitten that he could not read you at all.  Get up.”  Glorfindel hauled 
Legolas to his feet when he didn’t move.  Backhanding him, Legolas 
landed on the floor once again.  This went on until Elrond broke the door 
down having been alerted by Lindir of the sounds issuing from Legolas’ 
quarters.

Elrond grabbed Glorfindel by the shoulders and pulled him away from the 
fallen form.  “Get hold of yourself.  Lindir, take him to the Healing Wing.  
Erestor would not want this, Glorfindel.”

Glorfindel stood defiant, proud and angry.  He would not apologize for 
this, not even to the Lord of Imladris.  “Erestor would do much worse if 
positions were reversed.  Your pretty little prince would at this minute be 
gracing the Halls of Waiting and you know it.”

Elrond knew that while the Halls of Waiting might be a bit of a stretch, it 
was true that Erestor would have done much worse.  That was not what 
Glorfindel needed to hear though so he responded, “That does not make it 
right.”

“He hurt Erestor, and he will hurt in turn.  There is justice in that.  I do not 
see a wrong.”  Blue eyes blazed.

“Glorfindel go to your room and get cleaned up.  You need to get yourself 
under control before Erestor wakes.  He will need you.”

That was the only thing that Elrond could have said to penetrate the rage 
that still consumed his soul.  Erestor would need him, and he would be 
there.

Elrond’s heart went out to Erestor, and in a deep dark place hidden in the 
recesses of his mind, he wished he had been the one to cause Legolas pain.  
Those thoughts were not allowed to gain purchase over his actions, but 
they were there nonetheless.  Legolas was not a child.  He had seen nearly 
two millennia.  He had handled this badly, whether by accident or out of 
spite and a will to lash out.  As leader of Imladris, Elrond had to remain 
impartial.  As Erestor’s long time friend, he seethed.


Chapter Ten

When he woke, he felt as if the weight of Arda were pressing down upon 
him.  Legolas hurt in places he never knew existed.  His moans brought a 
healer to his side which only added to his confusion.  He didn’t know this 
elf.  Where was he?

“Don’t try to move Prince Legolas.  You are in the Healing Wing of the 
Last Homely House.  You have been injured, and we are taking care of 
you.  Your jaw is shattered.  You will not be able to speak for at least a 
week.  When you are able to write, a parchment and quill will be provided.  
Till then, you will need plenty of rest.”  A bowl of smoking herbs was 
brought to his face.  “Inhale the vapors.  It will help relieve pain and send 
you toward a healing sleep.”  

Legolas inhaled deeply hoping the pain relieving qualities would take 
effect quickly.  Soon he was drifting into a much needed healing sleep.  
He hadn’t remembered what had happened, nor had he made note that 
neither Lord Elrond nor his sons were waiting by his bedside. 

That same day Erestor woke.  Waking in Glorfindel’s quarters, he was 
temporarily confused.  Then it all came crashing down.  It had ended.  His 
hope for a love and future with Legolas was but a dead dream.

“What am I doing in your bed?”  

Glorfindel moved forward looking with concern on his friend.  “Elrond 
gave you a sedative.  You have been asleep for quite a while.”

Erestor closed his eyes and moaned.  What a fool he had been to try to 
love again.  Legolas had sent him away.  The dream had ended and hope 
along with it.  For millennia he had been haunted by a love that could not 
be.  Through strength of will alone had he survived fading.  He wondered 
now if it was worth the effort.  He didn’t want to leave the bed.  He just 
wanted to curl up and make the world go away.  Glorfindel would have 
none of it though.

“Get up.  You are taking a bath.  It has been over 24 hours since you had 
anything to eat.  After the bath you *will* eat.”  Glorfindel knew he 
sounded more like Erestor’s adar than his friend, but right now he needed 
someone to take control.

Erestor winced at the tone of command.  “Did anyone ever tell you that 
you are a mother hen?  If not, let me be the first.  You are a mother hen 
mighty Balrog Slayer.”

“Up.”  Glorfindel’s arms were crossed and his eyebrows arched as he tried 
for his best ‘captain of the guard’ stance.  

Heaving a mighty sigh, Erestor left the bed and made for the inviting bath 
Glorfindel had run.  Once Erestor was in the bath, Glorfindel asked a 
servant to send to the kitchen for a dinner for two to be served in his 
quarters, as well as a cold plate of foods that could be munched on 
throughout the hours ahead.  

Erestor left the bath and rummaged through Glorfindel’s wardrobe 
drawing out a sleep robe.  That done, he combed out his long dark locks, 
till Glorfindel took over the chore.  

“It is over isn’t it,” asked Erestor in a soft voice.  “He is really gone.  It 
wasn’t just a terrible dream.”

“No, you know it is no dream.  I wish it were.  It had been my fondest 
hope that you had found love,” replied Glorfindel.

Realizing that Glorfindel would nag till he did, Erestor ate his meal.  With 
that done, the blonde poured two goblets of the dark liquor Elrond had 
given him.  He handed one to Erestor and ordered, “Drink.”

Erestor eyed the sinister looking liquid.  “What is it?”  

“Elrond says it is dwarven liquor,” replied Glorfindel.

Erestor twirled his glass.  “So this is the stuff the stonecutter sent him.  
Isn’t it a bit early to drink?”

“Erestor, the dinner chime sounded a couple of hours ago.  We are 
drinking because we are going to get incredibly and gloriously drunk,” 
answered Glorfindel.

Erestor’s eyebrows shot up.  “I don’t get drunk.  I haven’t overindulged 
since Barad-dûr.  We all had reason to seek oblivion during that dark time.  
Alright, before you say it, there were a few times in Gondolin.  That 
wasn’t entirely my fault though.  I was surrounded by bad influences.  I 
never stood a chance.”  Erestor and Ecthelion had been the most audacious 
elves in Gondolin.  Overindulgence was a relative term where that duo 
was concerned.  

Glorfindel chuckled.  “You have a selective memory.  Don’t you 
remember the time in Lorien when…?”

“That was different!”  Erestor had forgotten the blonde had been around to 
witness that little binge.  He and Celeborn had gotten trashed.  Haldir had 
come to their aide, hiding his Lord from Galadriel for two days straight.  It 
was just his luck that Haldir and Glorfindel were friends.

Now Glorfindel was in the throws of a full out belly laugh.  “You really 
should have seen the two of you.  I don’t know which of you were more 
hilarious.”

“Oh very funny…like you haven’t ever over imbibed,” was the comeback.     

Glorfindel held his glass up.  “Cheers.”

Erestor smiled.  “Cheers.”

The two proceeded to go through a good portion of the liquor Glorfindel 
and Elladan had pilfered from Elrond’s stores.

The next day, Elrond decided to check on Erestor.  When he arrived at 
Glorfindel’s door he was startled to hear rather loud laughter.  Tentatively, 
he knocked.  The door was opened by a somewhat shaky and totally 
inebriated blonde.  “I came to look in on Erestor.  Is he in as good a 
condition as you?”

Glorfindel graced his Lord with a goofy smile.  “Come in and join us.  
Erestor is good.”

Elrond rolled his eyes, took a deep breath and entered the room.  Erestor 
sat cross legged in the middle of the bed wearing nothing but a bed robe 
and holding a half empty bottle of something that was dark brown.

“Erestor, I hesitate to ask but, how are you doing?”

Erestor sobered and looked at Elrond with a serious stare.  “If you mean, 
am I pining away, gnashing my teeth and crying over a love than cannot 
be…Glorfindel won’t let me.  Instead, he deemed it fitting that we spend a 
few days totally inebriated.  I would imagine that after that time, a new 
definition will be given to the term ‘Mother of all Hangovers’ and your 
healing touch will be urgently requested and required.”

Elrond shook his head.  He wasn’t so sure this was a good idea, but at least 
Erestor wasn’t as broken as he had been yesterday.  It would hit him when 
he sobered again.  This postponed the problem, but it didn’t solve it.  His 
friend was going to feel his world crashing around him and then have to 
find a way to deal with it. 

Elrond shook his head.  “You are both to get something on your stomachs.  
I will make arrangements for your meals to be sent to this room for the 
next few days and check with you tomorrow evening.  I would say come 
to me if you need anything, but I doubt either of you would be able to 
make it unaided to my office.”

Elrond returned to his study and fell into a chair.  

“Ada?”

Elrond looked up to find two pairs of gray eyes looking worried.

“Yes?”

“Ada, we were wondering about Erestor.  How is he?”

Elrond closed his eyes as his hands rubbed his temples.  “Beware the 
drunken Eldar.  My Chief Advisor and my Captain of the Guard are well 
on their way to setting a record for the greatest amount of liquor imbibed 
by elven kind.”

Elladan quickly glanced down.  “Is Erestor all right?”

“Right now, it is hard to tell.  He isn’t as drunk as Glorfindel.  Other than 
that, I’m not sure.  He was not very talkative.  I fear that the worst has not 
come.”

When Elrohir spoke his voice was quiet, but his question demanded an 
answer.  “Will he fade, Ada?”

“No.  Glorfindel will not let that happen.  I won’t let that happen.  We can 
not lose him.”  Elrond was determined that this would not happen to his 
old friend.  He had not known the depths of the love the two had shared, 
but from Erestor’s reaction it must have been profound.   

“Will Legolas fade?”

“No.  Legolas will not fade.  He is not grieving, and does not feel the loss 
as intensely as does Erestor.  Legolas will be fine after his physical 
wounds heal.”

Four days later, Glorfindel and Erestor woke with viscous hangovers.  
When they ran out of liquor, both had proceeded to pass out.  Now they 
both wished for a return to the realm of dreams, as the waking world was 
filled with the sound of drums playing in their heads.  The disheveled pair 
of eldar elves moaned and berated each other for making too much noise.  
They were in pain. 

Elrond arrived to the sad sight and had to stifle the urge to laugh 
uproariously.  The feared Balrog Slayer was curled in a fetal position with 
his hands over his head.  His dignified Chief Advisor was lying on his 
stomach at the end of the bed with his head smothered in his hands.  
Neither elf moved when Elrond entered the room.

“This is a pitiful sight.  Two eldar elves laid low by … just what all *did* 
you drink?”

Erestor peeked up through a mass of black hair.  “I don’t have a clue.  It 
was brown, red, darker brown and something that was almost black.  After 
a while, it all tasted the same.”

“Ssshhhh.”  This was the only sign of life coming from the fallen warrior.  
Otherwise, he was still curled in a tight ball, trying to lock out the world of 
sound.

Elrond had anticipated that something like this would happen.  The old 
line ‘you are old enough to know better’ played through his mind, but 
under the circumstances he decided it was not appropriate.  Instead he 
made herbal tea and handed a cup to Erestor, who immediately made a 
face.  

“What is in this stuff?  It is horrible!”

That of course did not encourage Glorfindel to partake of the proffered 
tea.  The pounding in his head however did.  “Just give it to me.”  The 
warrior held his nose and downed the mixture.  “The taste has something 
to do with punishing us for breaking into your liquor, doesn’t it?”

Elrond smiled at his friend.  “No, but I will remember that for future use.”  
Elrond ran a bath and fetched some of Erestor’s clothes before ordering 
easily digestible food to be sent to Glorfindel’s room.

Elrond waited till the pair had emerged from the bath, combed and braided 
their hair, dressed and eaten some of the prepared food before addressing 
Erestor.

“Erestor, how are you feeling…really?”  Elrond’s expression left no doubt 
as to the reason he had asked.

“I have just emerged from a drunken stupor.  What do you want me to 
say?  Legolas thinks I would whore around on him.  He doesn’t trust me.  
It is very evident that he never loved me.  It hurts.  To hear someone you 
love say the things he said…  Is that what you need to hear me say?”

Elrond had expected tears.  What he got was a cold dry eyed glare.  “You 
might want to know that he is still in the Healing Wing.  He will be able to 
speak a little in a few days.  He won’t be walking for two weeks.”

Erestor looked to the warrior staring hard at the floor.  “Glorfindel…”

“I told you in the beginning that he would answer to me if he hurt you.”

“Elrond, don’t take this the wrong way.”  Erestor gave the blonde a chaste 
kiss on his brow.  “Thank you.  You shouldn’t have, and this will 
doubtlessly cause trouble, but thank you.”

“I am just sorry Elrond interrupted,” replied Glorfindel. 

“Legolas hurt me…very badly, but he thinks it was justified.  He didn’t 
kill me Glorfindel.”

“Didn’t he?”

“…”

Glorfindel lifted Erestor’s chin, so he was looking into his eyes.  “I’m not 
going to let you fade.  Do you understand me?”

Erestor did not answer.  Glorfindel had no idea that he had been fighting 
to stave off the elven sickness for millennia.  It would be easy to stop 
trying.  Fading seemed an attractive option to the future that awaited him.  

“Erestor, do you understand me?”

Erestor had tears in his eyes, unbidden and unshed.  He could only 
whisper his reply.  

“Yes”

A lump had formed in Elrond’s throat and his eyes also contained unshed 
tears.  “Take what time you need Glorfindel, but don’t let him fade from 
our lives.  He is too precious to too many.”  Elrond left so he could shed 
his tears in private, knowing this would change the lives of more than just 
his Chief Advisor.


Chapter Eleven

For the first time in days, Glorfindel and Erestor arrived for dinner in the 
Hall of Fire.  All eyes were on him as Erestor took his usual seat next to 
Elrond.  Everyone knew what had occurred.  Very few had ever seen the 
advisor gripped by intense emotion.  It made them feel uncomfortable to 
see such a powerful elf brought low.  

Elrond squeezed his advisor’s hand to show his support.  Elladan and 
Elrohir smiled politely, but remained silent, neither really knowing what to 
say.  Erestor was incredibly thankful when the whole ordeal was over.

After dinner, Erestor headed for his rooms.  Glorfindel followed and 
entered uninvited.  Erestor didn’t object, but crossed the room to stare out 
the window.  Glorfindel moved behind Erestor, and gently turned him 
around so they were facing one another.

Glorfindel studied Erestor’s features for a moment before cupping his 
cheek.  “I told you earlier that I won’t allow you to fade.”

Erestor looked into azure eyes; his own huge and dilated to black.  He 
swallowed hard and lowered his eyes.

“Erestor, look at me.”

Erestor complied, albeit reluctantly.  

“Over the millennia we have laughed together, cried together and even 
bled together.  I know how desperately you love him.  In the here and now 
though he can’t give you what you need.  He can not return your love.  I 
can’t count the number of times you have saved me.  Now, I am going to 
save you.  Erestor, love me.  In the here and now, love me.  Take what I 
offer and live.”  He would make Erestor’s heart feel love once more.  
Their friendship was deep enough that he could give him the love he 
needed to heal his grief and pain.  He couldn’t lose Erestor.  

Erestor didn’t know how to make Glorfindel understand that he was tired 
of fighting this.  His friend thought this was all a product of the loss of 
Legolas from his life and he could never tell him differently.

“I…”

“Hush.”

Erestor tried to pull away.  “No.  I don’t want you to offer yourself up out 
of a feeling of duty or pity.”
  
Glorfindel’s eyes flashed.  “You go too far Erestor.  Do you really believe 
that I would offer my heart out of a sense of obligation?  Is there pity 
reflected in my eyes, meldir?  You know there is not.  Just as I know you 
love me, know it is returned in full measure.  I am not asking you to bond 
with me.  I am asking you to let me help you get through this.  Let me love 
you and heal the pain.”  Glorfindel plead, “Love me enough to live.”

Erestor had not moved and barely breathed.  His hand brushed 
Glorfindel’s cheek before pulling him into a loving embrace and slow lazy 
kiss.  Clothes were slowly removed and bodies that had known one 
another long ago melded together once again.  Two friends made love.  
Two friends became one.

The next day found Legolas lay on his bed in the Healing Wing looking up 
at the ceiling.  He had counted every flaw, and noted every nuance.  
Tomorrow he would be allowed to speak.  Next week he would be able to 
sit in a chair, and the week after he would walk once again.  Right now 
though, he felt as if he would go mad long before his release from this 
prison of the infirmed.

Movements made him look toward the end of his bed.  Erestor stood 
looking down at him.  Their eyes met and held for what seemed like hours, 
when only a few seconds had passed.  There was love in Erestor’s gaze, 
but it was laced with great sadness.

“I would never have betrayed you.  I would never have sought the bed of 
another.  What was in the past would have been left there.  As for 
Glorfindel, he was my closest friend.  *No one* would have been happier 
for our love.  *No one* would have been a more devoted friend to you.  I 
could have given you so much.  But without trust love can not stand, and 
you never trusted my love.  I will always regret what we lost…or perhaps 
never found.  I will always love you, but I will not die for you.  
Almost…you almost had my death, but it seems that I have friends who 
won’t allow it.  Find happiness Legolas.  Live and be happy.  Find love 
and do not let go, no matter the obstacles.”
  
Erestor looked on Legolas one last time.  The sting of tears was there, but 
they didn’t fall.  The time for tears was over.  It was time to find 
something worth living for, and that didn’t include the Prince of 
Mirkwood.

Legolas could not speak, and perhaps that is why Erestor had chosen this 
moment.  He memorized every word though and played it back time and 
time again.  Had he been too quick to form judgments?  Was he so 
insecure that he branded friendship as something more?  He did not think 
that the case.  Erestor indicated that he would have faded but for his 
friends…Elrond and Glorfindel no doubt.  He also said Glorfindel *was* 
his closest friend.  Did he mean that to be past tense?  If so, what did that 
mean?  What had happened?  Finally, did he really care?  

His tears flowed unchecked with the realization that Erestor had seen the 
possible problems before he ever allowed himself to fall in love.  He had 
taken that chance.  He had felt it worth the risk.  Misunderstandings and 
inexperience had torn their love asunder.  It was then that his physical pain 
became immaterial to that of his soul.  He finally admitted that he had 
loved Erestor.  


Chapter Twelve

Centuries later, Legolas stood on his balcony thinking back to the last time 
he was in Imladris.  When he left he never thought to return.  Then, he had 
been given a suite of rooms looking out onto a waterfall.  Now he found 
himself in a guest room looking out on the training grounds and courtyard.  
Soon he would leave with the Fellowship and represent elves in a bold 
move to end Sauron’s reign of terror.   

He was so lost in thoughts that he never heard the other elf approach.

“Legolas, it has been a very long time since last you were here.  What of 
your life since leaving?  How have you fared?”

Legolas was not able to conceal his startled expression.  “Lord Elrond.  I 
never thought to return here.  My duties as Prince of Mirkwood have kept 
me very busy.  The darkness has encroached on our forest, and it takes our 
every energy to keep it from consuming our realm entire.  As to how I 
fare, I am as you see me.”

Legolas’ gaze drifted to the two elves leaving the training field, laughing 
at something one had said.  The sight of the two eldar elves was 
breathtaking; black and gold.  Erestor exuded power.  His hair seemed a 
midnight cloud against skin that was still as fair as Legolas remembered it.  
He wore dark leggings and a loose shirt.  His hair was loose as he had 
favored in the past.  That was where the resemblance stopped.  This was 
not the same elf he had known so long ago.  

“He seems changed.”

Elrond’s replied, “You see him now as he always has been.  Eldar elves 
can be intimidating, but he went to great lengths to avoid that.  He long 
ago dropped the pretense of being other than who he is.  Shortly after you 
departed, he was gripped by blood lust.  He left for a time, killing any of 
Sauron’s creatures that crossed his path.  Glorfindel went with him to 
watch his back.  When they returned, he was the elf you see before you.”

Legolas asked, “Are he and Glorfindel…?”  

“Bonded?  No they are not,” replied Elrond.

Legolas wanted to ask if they were lovers, but knew he no longer had that 
right.  Instead he asked, “Is he happy?”

“He is as happy as can be expected.”  Although he had tried, Elrond had 
lost patience with playing host.    

“What is that supposed to mean,” asked Legolas as he turned to face 
Elrond.

Elrond, who had been studying his two friends as they walked across the 
courtyard, turned his gaze on Legolas.  “It means that he is as happy as 
can be expected.  Do you intend to speak to him?”

Legolas paused.  “I don’t know.  Until a moment ago, I would have said 
no.  Right now, I am not sure.  He has changed.”

“Yes, he has.  If you intend to speak with him, do it soon.”

Legolas looked askance.  “Why the rush?”

“Your mind needs to be on the quest…not Erestor.  Speak with him and 
clear the air if that is what you need to do.  Just get it done soon so you 
can focus your mind on the task at hand.” 

Legolas and Gimli had walked to the training grounds and were watching 
the warriors spar, critiquing the action all the while.  Suddenly several 
warriors moved away.  Erestor and Glorfindel moved to the center of the 
training ground while other warriors moved to the sides.  Erestor 
unsheathed a wicked looking sword and stepped away from Glorfindel.  
One warrior took a hesitant step forward, but it was Legolas who was 
drawn to the center of the ring to face the Eldar.  It was as if he were being 
pulled by some force outside of himself.  He was given a sword, but by 
whom he could not say.  His eyes never left the midnight pools that stared 
back at him.  He didn’t notice Glorfindel’s eyes as they narrowed.  Nor did 
he notice that Glorfindel watched his friend carefully and with drawn 
sword in hand.

Legolas was not a defensive fighter.  Erestor did not move and waited for 
him to attack.  Mistaking this for a defensive maneuver, Legolas attacked 
as expected.  The counter attack, when it came, was swift and furious.  
Legolas was almost relieved when he felt his back connect with the 
ground.  That was until he looked into the face of the elf holding the sword 
over his prone form.  He beheld the face of death.  There was no other way 
to describe it.  The sword came up, and Legolas tensed.  The sound of 
steel striking steel split the air.

Glorfindel’s sword had intercepted Erestor’s, and both immediately 
became embroiled in a sparring match of their own.  It quickly became 
apparent that the two were very much enjoying sparring in a manner that 
most would not have considered a workout.  Most would have felt 
themselves to be fighting for their lives.  The two Eldars were grinning at 
each other as if it were all in good fun.

Legolas moved to Gimli’s side as quickly as he could, which wasn’t 
saying all that much considering how shaken he was.  Gimli didn’t take 
his eyes off the two combatants.  

“For a minute, there it looked like you might not be coming with us after 
all.  Do you know them?”

Legolas was irritated at the dwarf’s nonchalant attitude over what he 
considered a near death experience.  “Yes.  The blonde is the Captain of 
the Guard here at Imladris.  His name is Glorfindel.  The hobbits know 
him.”

Gimli asked, “What about the elf that had you on your backside?”

“That is Erestor, Lord Elrond’s Chief Advisor.”  

Legolas’ voice held something.  Gimli couldn’t quite identify what that 
something was, but he did know that something had passed between the 
two.  That might explain the look he saw on the advisor’s face.

“What is he like, this advisor?  I haven’t ever seen a warrior put into the 
dirt by a pen pusher before.”  If the exchange hadn’t been quite so violent, 
Gimli would have been hard pressed not to laugh at the thought.  

“I haven’t been in Imladris for centuries.  He has changed since that time.”  
Legolas left the dwarf’s side and moved off toward the shadows to be 
alone while watching his former lover.

The fight ended when Glorfindel’s upswing left the right side of his neck 
vulnerable for a split second.  That was all that was needed for a sword tip 
to find its way to exposed skin on the blonde’s neck.  Both Eldas froze for 
a moment before bursting into blazing smiles.  They left the training 
grounds laughing as if they had just had the grandest time.

Gimli left the training grounds as well.  He felt new respect for elves but 
he would never admit it, especially to the blonde that was to accompany 
them on the quest.  Better to keep that to himself.  Besides it had quickly 
become apparent that the blonde was not in the same class as the darker 
elf.  

Legolas watched them leave from the concealment of shadows.  He had 
seen his old love, and seen something new and dark in his eyes.  He would 
speak to him, but in a public place.  He didn’t feel quite as confident of the 
meeting as he had moments before.

Erestor was standing in the gardens that had once been Celebrian’s 
sanctuary.  Just as they had centuries ago, her rose bushes still thrived as if 
waiting for their Lady’s return.  Legolas watched Erestor for a time.  Hair 
the color of midnight cascaded down his back blending with the black silk 
of his shirt.  His fair skin seemed even paler and his eyes even larger and 
darker for being framed so by black.  Chocolate brown leggings and black 
boots completed the ensemble which stood in contrast to the robes that 
were his norm in the past.  Legolas took a deep breath and reminded 
himself that he was the Prince of Mirkwood and many centuries older than 
when they last met.  

“Erestor, you have changed.”

“It has been centuries.  I should hope so.”  

Legolas asked, “How have you fared?”  

His face a complete blank Erestor replied, “Why would you care?”  

Legolas tensed.  “I didn’t come here for an argument or fight.”

Erestor’s gaze turned cold.  “Then why did you come?  You aren’t in 
Imladris to see your old lover and reminisce about times gone by.  You are 
here for the Fellowship.  What do you want from me?”

Legolas answered, “You are right.  I did not come here to see you.  Had it 
not been for the summons of the Council, I most likely would never have 
returned.  It wasn’t because I never thought of you.  I didn’t for one 
moment fool myself into thinking you would welcome me back.  I never 
even considered returning an option.”

“You are here now though.” replied Erestor in a dead voice.

Legolas had considered what he should say before approaching Erestor 
and felt he had come up with something that hit just the right note.  “Yes, I 
am.  I am leaving in the morning, and there is a very high probability that I 
won’t be coming back…that I will die ere the ring is ever destroyed.  I 
need to make my peace with you.  I may not have another chance.”  

Erestor smiled.  “So poetic.  What pray tell do you need to say that hasn’t 
already been said?  You called me a whore and liar.  What else could you 
possibly want to add?”

Legolas winced.  This was not going as planned.  He hadn’t thought 
Erestor would be so blunt.  “Erestor, I am sorry for those words.  I was 
hurt and lashed out.  I didn’t take time to consider…”

Erestor had no intention of listening to Legolas try to justify his actions.  
Interrupting the flow of words, he interjected, “No you did not.  You 
didn’t take time to hear me out.  Instead you cut my heart out and threw it 
at my feet.”

Legolas looked the dark elf in the eyes and tried very hard to hold his 
gaze.  “In the Healing Wing, you said many things.  You said things that 
made me think hard and long.  Were we driven apart by 
misunderstandings?”

“Even had those ‘misunderstandings’ never occurred, there would have 
been something else.  You didn’t trust me.  That lack of trust would have 
found a way out eventually,” replied Erestor.

Legolas decided to play nice and did not say the first thing that came to his 
mind regarding trust between the two.  “You told me to take a chance and 
try to love again.  There hasn’t been anyone else in my life.  There have 
been companions, but there has not been love.”

Erestor’s gaze became unreadable.  He had seen the advisor slip into that 
mask before.  It was as unnerving now as it had been then.

Legolas knew he had to end this.  “Valar, you are so different.  This is 
hard for me.  Before leaving, I wanted to tell you that I am sorry things 
didn’t work.  There are many things that I wish had been handled 
differently…by both of us.  If I never see you again, know that I never 
stopped loving you.  I tried, but never could.  Not even when the wounds 
were fresh and raw did I stop loving you.”

Erestor watched him leave.  His face was impassive, but inside he was in 
turmoil.  After all this time and all the hurt, Legolas could still make his 
heart race with but a word.  He tried hard to hate him, but it never quite 
worked.  Glorfindel did a fine enough job for them both on that score.

“Erestor, are you all right?”  Glorfindel came around the bush and placed a 
hand on his shoulder. 

“How much did you hear?”

“I heard it all.  I was standing right back there.  I was going to join you 
when Legolas approached.  I felt it best that I remain hidden.”  Glorfindel 
had been set to intervene if the need arose.  

“I am all right,” replied a tired voice.

Glorfindel looked deeply into his friend’s eyes.  “He can still get to you 
can’t he?”

Erestor looked away.  “Yes.  He doesn’t know it, but he still reaches a 
place deep inside.”

“Come to my room and I will reach a place deep inside and help you 
forget for a time.”  

Glorfindel took his hand and led him away from the garden and memories 
of the past.

The next morning Erestor stood among several elves that had gathered in 
the courtyard to see the Fellowship off.  Legolas had no trouble spotting 
Erestor in the crowd and drawing him aside.  After spending the night 
deep in thought, he had reached a decision. 

“Erestor, before we depart, there is something that needs to be said.”  

Erestor did not reply, but only raised his eyebrows and eyed the prince 
speculatively.  

“I would to pose a question.  If we had handled things differently, perhaps 
understood one another better, do you think things would have worked 
between us?”  

Erestor paused before replying, “Yes, I do.”

“Our love continues even to this day, doesn’t it?  Can you forgive me for 
the things that I said?”

This whole conversation was unexpected.  Erestor knew that this was not 
the time for spiteful comments.  Instead, Erestor replied truthfully.  “I 
forgave those words long ago.  The only thing that I have not been able to 
forgive is that you attempted, with those words, to cheapen the friendship 
that I feel for Glorfindel.  We shared companionship, but we were not 
lovers.  His heart belongs to Ecthelion.”

“Why did you not tell me that he was in love with another?”
 
“Would you have listened?”

“We will never know since you did not give me that chance.  We both 
made mistakes Erestor, but they are not irrevocable.”

Erestor’s expression became uncertain.  “What are you trying to say?”

There was intensity in Legolas as he asked, “Are you bold enough to give 
our love another chance?  I am.” 

With that unexpected statement, Legolas turned and walked away.  A 
sharply indrawn breath betrayed Erestor’s shocked reaction.  His heart 
skipped a beat as he watched the Fellowship depart.  Legolas had thrown 
all of his preconceived ideals about the future into doubt.  He did not 
honestly know the answer to the question that Legolas had posed.  Was he 
strong enough to try once more?    


Chapter Thirteen

The ring had been destroyed and Legolas had returned to Imladris.  The 
ring’s destruction marked a turning point for the elves.  It was the time of 
men.  The time of the Firstborn on Middle Earth had ended.  It was time 
for a new beginning.  Elves were preparing to journey to the Undying 
Lands.  Some had already left.  It seemed a good time to forge a new love 
and life.

To the surprise of the residents of Imladris, the reunion of Erestor and 
Legolas seemed joyous, perhaps made more so by the knowledge that it 
might never happen.  They confessed to one another that they were still in 
love even though both had tried to let it die.  Even more shocking, they 
decided to give their relationship one more chance.    

Erestor looked forward to a new life with Legolas.  The mistakes of the 
past were put behind them.  Their future days, he felt, would be marked 
with happiness and love.  The feelings marring his happiness were best not 
explored.  Some things could never be and it was time he moved on.  It 
would be a wondrous new life.  For him it was returning home and for 
Legolas it would be a fantastic new beginning.  At least that was the 
dream.

It had been a week since his return and Legolas lay beside Erestor gazing 
upon the elf’s exotic beauty.  A hand gently drew him down into a slow 
and passionate kiss.  “When we reach Valinor, I want to make love on the 
beach with gentle waves kissing our skin.”  Erestor’s voice dripped with 
seduction and promise.

Legolas smiled at the picture in his mind.  Erestor’s words never failed to 
bring his imagination screaming to life.  “It will be worth the long wait.  In 
Gondor, my dreams will be filled with visions of your naked skin kissed 
by the surf as you come undone.”

Erestor’s countenance changed, and his eyes no longer held lust.  Legolas 
did not know how to put words to it, but it seemed as if Erestor had drawn 
away from him, though their bodies lay entwined.  

“The boats will leave soon, Legolas.  Surely it will not be a long wait.”

Legolas smiled sweetly.  “I can not leave yet.  I will stay in Gondor for 
Estel’s sake.  He is new to his throne, and I have offered to assist him.  He 
is a dear friend, and I couldn’t do less.  I grew up as heir to the throne of 
Mirkwood and have some experience that may be of value to him.”  

Legolas traced the line of Erestor’s jaw and moved over his body.  As his 
hand began to travel down, it was grasped in an iron grip.

“No.  You intend to stay here in the land of Men rather than travel to the 
Undying Lands?  You will not come with me?”

“Nay, I will come, but after Estel’s death.  He is a friend and it would be 
disloyal to leave him at a time when he may need me.  It will only be the 
briefest of separations and our love will be all the greater at our reunion.”

Erestor was still holding the hand, not having eased the grip.  His voice 
had lost its warmth.  “You would put humans before me.  You put their 
needs above my own.”

Legolas adopted a tone meant to sooth.  Erestor recognized it as he had 
used similar to calm the twins when they were elflings.  It might sooth an 
elfling, but that was not the effect it elicited from the Eldar.

“Erestor, it isn’t like that at all.  I love you with all my heart.  Estel is my 
friend and he needs me.  I can’t just abandon him.”

Erestor pushed Legolas away from his body.  Erestor’s tone now became 
cold, his eyes ice.  “Do you really believe that you can teach Estel what he 
does not already know?  He was taught leadership from a youngling by the 
Lord of Imladris himself.  He was mentored by such elves as Celeborn and 
Galadriel, the Lord and Lady of the Wood, as well as Glorfindel, the elf 
who was Lord of the House of the Golden Flower.  What exactly is it that 
he can learn from you that he could not from these elves?”

“I…”

Erestor left the bed to stand by the open window.  “Estel will welcome 
you as a friend.  He may even be glad of your presence for a time.  Soon 
enough you will become a liability to the king that is Estel.  Humans will 
come to resent your presence.  It is the time of the Secondborn, yet Estel 
will rule with one of the Firstborn at his side.  They will wonder if he rules 
them, or if the power resides in the elf at his side.  You will make him 
appear weak.  But he is your friend, and he would never ask you to leave 
or even distance yourself.  You gravely underestimate him and do him a 
great disservice.”

Legolas moved from the bed to stand near Erestor, but well out of his 
personal space.  “Estel and I have talked, and we both agreed that it would 
be a good arrangement.  He has never ruled and I…”

“And you are the son of the King of Mirkwood so you have some 
understanding that Lords Elrond, Celeborn, Glorfindel and Lady Galadriel 
do not.  Are you really so vain or is it simply naiveté?”

Legolas gently touched Erestor’s shoulder.  “You are making this more 
than it is.  We will be together soon and all this will become a distant 
memory.”

Erestor turned away.  “No.  I will not wait for you.”  He turned to face 
Legolas once more.  His countenance was distant and emotions seemed to 
hold no sway.  “I will accept nothing less than being first in your heart and 
mind.  I will not play second.  I will not be a second to your loyalty to 
Estel.  True love is the most eloquent expression of beauty and sacrifice.  
Look to Arwen.  She did not have to consider even for a moment before 
casting aside immortality itself to remain by Estel’s side.  She wouldn’t 
consider being anywhere else.  You have decided to remain with a friend 
while the one you profess to love above all others sails for the Undying 
Lands.  You may very well feel some sort of love, but it isn’t enough, not 
nearly so.  I’ll not settle, Legolas.  I don’t have to.  My heart is so full of 
love, but it will not be given to one who can not return that love in full.”

Legolas raised his voice in anger.  “You are issuing an ultimatum?  Do 
you really want to do that?  You sound spoiled and childish.  If I don’t sail 
with you then I must not love you.  What is the real problem?  Are you 
worried that I will find someone else?”

“I can assure you that I am not concerned about who you take to your bed 
in Gondor,” replied Erestor. 

“So certain are you of your position in my heart?”  Legolas gazed at 
Erestor sweeping his eyes from head to toe.  “I wonder what the true 
reason is for your refusal to wait for me.  Is there another elf, someone in 
Valinor?  Or perhaps it is dear old Glorfindel.”  Legolas leaned in and 
whispered.  “Is there another to warm your bed?  Will another feel that 
tight heat?” 

Legolas moved close intending to wrap Erestor in an embrace.  Words had 
not elicited the reaction he had sought, but he knew how to turn Erestor’s 
moods.  He was a very tactile elf.  Before he knew what was happening 
though, a hand was around his throat.  “Leave me...now.”

For a moment Legolas seemed frozen.  A light had taken hold of the Eldar.  
It was the light of Aman.  Legolas turned and fled the room too shocked 
for words.  Events had veered far from his expectations.

Erestor pulled on a robe and left to walk the gardens.  He lost track of time 
as he replayed events in his mind.  He pondered his choices.  Would 
waiting be the right thing?  No, that sounded wrong.  Why did Legolas 
place humans before him?  Were they really in love or had that love died 
long ago?  Was this attempt at reestablishing that love misguided?  Was 
this the result of bad judgment on his part to even attempt to repair the 
damage done to their love so long ago?  Was he just hiding from himself?  
Hadn’t he been running for millennia?  All this was playing through his 
mind as the hours passed.  

He was walking toward a secluded gazebo that had been built for the 
enjoyment of lovers when he heard voices.  He stopped immediately not 
wanting to intrude on a couple’s privacy.  When he heard laughter though 
he quietly moved forward; he recognized that laugh.  

What greeted him was the sight of Legolas’ nude body in the arms of 
another.  Both were in the grips of a passionate kiss.  Lindir’s body was 
pressed to the blonde’s and moans of need issued from both.  

Erestor’s eyes became wide and his jaw dropped, though he remained 
silent.  His heart was shattering and he could not move.  Then he saw it.  
Legolas knew he was there.  The kiss broke and he smiled at Erestor.  
Lindir turned curious eyes on Legolas, who answered the gaze with a 
demanding kiss.  Erestor could not hold the tears inside any longer.  As he 
saw the two elves move to their knees, hands stroking heated flesh, he 
turned and ran. 

Glorfindel looked toward the door at hearing the knock, not really wanting 
to get out of bed to answer it.  It might be important so he supposed he had 
to, but it was under much protest.  The blonde threw on a pair of sleep 
pants and opened the heavy wood door.

“Erestor!  What happened?”

Erestor’s voice seemed tired.  “Can I come in, Fin?  I don’t want to talk in 
the hallway.”
Glorfindel moved aside closing and locking the door after Erestor.

“What happened?”

Erestor was at home in Glorfindel’s quarters, so didn’t ask.  He just went 
straight to a carafe, poured a glass of bourbon and downed it in one 
draught.  After sitting the glass down, he answered.  “He isn’t leaving.  He 
will stay with Estel.”

Glorfindel’s strong arms drew his friend into an embrace.  “You will sail 
without him?  He will not accompany you?  Oh Tor, I am so very sorry.”  
His thoughts were ‘good riddance’ but that was not something that Erestor 
needed to know.

Erestor rested his head on Glorfindel’s shoulder.  “I hoped for as much as 
well, but hopes are not reality.  We have both learned that particular lesson 
well.  It could have been so beautiful.”

Glorfindel stroked the mass of long black hair.  “Will you be all right?”

“Yes, but I didn’t want to be alone tonight.”  Erestor’s wide black eyes 
pleaded.  “Can I stay the night Fin?  I really need a friend.”

“Of course you can stay.  I will always be here for you.  You look 
exhausted.  Why don’t you get out of that robe and go to bed and try to 
relax?”

Erestor had thrown a robe over his bare body before leaving his rooms 
earlier, not bothering with leggings or a tunic.  Glorfindel was 
momentarily surprised, but had seen it all before so didn’t comment when 
Erestor flung the robe away and climbed into bed.  Erestor was in no 
mood for teasing, and neither was he.  Joining him in bed, he drew Erestor 
into his arms. 

“Will you be all right Tor?  How bad is it?”

Erestor relaxed against his friend’s chest, feeling safety and security in his 
arms.  “It hurts.  I really thought we were in love but he rejected me in 
favor of the company of Estel and humankind.  Right after leaving me 
tonight he went to Lindir.  They were…intimate.  I am nothing to him but 
an elf to warm his bed.  My heart aches and my ego bruised, but I will get 
past this.  Beleriand, Gondolin, Barad-dûr and the scores of battles and 
sieges that never knew a name have all left their imprint on my mind.  
They all took loved ones from me.  There was so much loss, so much 
grief.  That was true pain.  That was the killing pain, the pain that isn’t 
erased by the passage of time.  This is betrayal, betrayal of the love and 
trust I had freely given.  I know the difference.  Now I know the elf he is, 
who he truly is.  What I thought we had was never real.  I will not accept 
love that is given only when it convenient for him to do so.  It shames me 
to have been so blind, but I wanted him.”

A lump had formed in Glorfindel’s throat.  A corresponding rage was 
building in his soul.  How dare that elf hurt his friend like this?  He 
realized that right now his friend didn’t need his anger.  He needed a 
friend, something to anchor to, and someone to understand.

“Time and good friends will get me through.  I have time in abundance 
and the best friends one could hope for.  Do not worry about me, Fin.  I 
live in the real world not that of dreams.  There will be love again.  I have 
faith in the grace and gentle touch of the Valar.  The Undying Lands will 
heal this wound quickly enough.  Cheer up Fin.  I will be all right.  I just 
need time to mourn the passing of what might have been.”  Erestor sighed 
as he thought about his greatest loss.  It was a loss that no amount of time 
had healed.  It was an ache deep within his fëa that was his alone to bear.    

Glorfindel pressed a chaste kiss to Erestor’s hair and held his friend 
through the night.  The strength of character his friend displayed was truly 
incredible.  Erestor was hurting, but still saw through that pain to what 
was before him.  He refused to surrender to the loss.  He would not allow 
himself to fall, to be brought low.  Had Ecthelion done as much to him, he 
would not have survived.  Perhaps that said more than words ever could 
about the strength of love between Legolas and Erestor, or lack of it.  It 
was better that he find out now rather than later.  

He promised himself that he would be there for as long as it took for his 
friend to relegate this to the recesses of his mind and move on.  He knew 
Ecthelion would feel as strongly, perhaps even more so.  He had always 
been more passionate about life and love than any elf he had known.  Yes, 
Erestor would come out of this a stronger elf and find love and passion 
again.  


Chapter Fourteen

So it was that Erestor went about the next few days pondering the fickle 
nature of love.  One strove for it, worked toward it, even died for it.  That 
love so valued could also pierce the heart more surely than the sharpest 
blade.  When it worked though, it was magical.  His wounds would heal.  
He had to believe that.  He held to the hope that magic would find him one 
day and two fëar would become one.  It would not be with Legolas as he 
had hoped, but in Valinor there would be another.  There had to be.  
Legolas and he were just not fated to be with one another.  The Valar had 
destined them for other things.  That thought repeated like a mantra 
through his mind.   

In Valinor, Glorfindel would be reunited with the love of his life.  He felt 
great joy for he knew of no one more deserving of such happiness than his 
two best friends.  He also felt a huge loss.  Although he and Glorfindel 
weren’t *in love*, they did love each other, had become companions, had 
shared a bed on and off and had become as close as two friends could, 
perhaps even a bit closer.  Glorfindel even gave of himself to save him 
from fading at a time when such an escape had appealed.  It was selfish, 
but he didn’t delude himself.  He dreaded Glorfindel’s reunion with 
Ecthelion…for many reasons.  He simply held to the hope that the 
Undying Lands would heal his heart, and allow him to find the kind of 
eternal love his friends shared with an elf free to return that love.  The 
Undying Lands were home and happiness.  There was sadness, but 
returning to Valinor would bring life back into his soul and melt the ice 
that had formed around his heart. 

Glorfindel was elated that finally after long millennia he would be 
reunited with his love.  He was also astute enough to realize that his friend 
was suffering.  Although Erestor hid it well, he saw.  He just didn’t know 
how to stop it.  At one time, he would have given him the comfort found 
in the physical expression of the love they held for one another.  That love 
was not the love he felt for Ecthelion though, and the time for it had 
passed.  Both he and Erestor had agreed and it seemed like a good idea at 
the time.  Now, though, Glorfindel wished he could give his friend that 
comfort, just once more.  

Elrond would leave for Valinor with the Fellowship of the Ring and 
Glorfindel and Erestor would leave with him.  So it was that the moment 
arrived.  Glorfindel, Erestor and Elrond left for the Havens.  Elrond was 
anticipating a reunion with Celebrian who had been in such dire straights 
at their parting.  Glorfindel was almost giddy with anticipation of his 
reunion with Ecthelion.  Erestor was quiet, and the silence grew as the 
Havens neared.

On the day of their arrival, Erestor found his quarters and secluded 
himself, not wanting to mar the happiness of those about to be reunited 
with loved ones.  Glorfindel understood his friend and wished he could 
offer some comfort.  Providing physical comfort was not an option.  
Erestor would only see it as a reminder of what he had lost.  Words would 
not help, but only sound like hollow platitudes.  He was at a loss as to 
what to do.

Glorfindel was pondering all this as he walked the beach, not aware of his 
surroundings.  He was almost on top of the elf before he knew he was 
there.  

“Glorfindel!”  

Glorfindel was jerked out of his trance like state to find a wide eyed 
Mirkwood Prince not two feet in front of him.  

Although Glorfindel did not really want to talk to the elf, he couldn’t very 
well ignore him.  He settled on delivering a small jab followed up by a 
polite apology.  “I see the jaw has healed.  I am sorry but I didn’t see you 
there.”

“I noticed.”

Glorfindel looked sad.  It was a strange sight on one so full of life.  
Legolas could care less about Glorfindel’s sorrows, but was curious as to 
what was able to provoke such a reaction from the balrog slayer.  “Why so 
sad?  You are about to depart for Valinor.  Are you leaving someone 
behind?”

“My feelings are not for myself.”  Glorfindel was unwilling to speak of 
Erestor to the Mirkwood Prince.

Legolas looked at the elder elf with understanding in his eyes.  “He has to 
find his own way.  He knew this day would come.”  

“He knew the day would come, but that doesn’t make it any easier for him 
does it?  Just as he knew what would happen when he fell in love with 
you.  Foreknowledge did not lessen the pain of loss.”  Glorfindel struggled 
to remain civil.  

Legolas turned his cool blue gaze upon the blonde.  “He understands my 
reasons for staying, even if he doesn’t agree with them.  I told him that I 
would come to him after Estel’s death, and perhaps after his son’s place is 
made certain and his rule strong.  He would not wait for me.  Not even for 
that short span of years.  It is not me that is being unreasonable.  He was 
the one to end this, not I.  It is he who is responsible for any pain he might 
feel.  You might want to shift the blame onto me and away from your 
friend, but that does not reflect the reality of the situation.  If that is what 
you need to think though, I’ll not burst your delusion.”

Glorfindel was almost overcome with the need to wipe that smug 
expression from the face of the younger elf.  One well placed fist is all it 
would take.  “Oh he understands, all right.  He has always been too 
intelligent.  He knows very well how this will all play out.  We are all 
going to Valinor to be with the ones we love.  Only there will be no one 
for him in Valinor.  His *love* will remain in Middle Earth even though 
the time of elves has passed.  His *love* chose to take another lover only 
moments after announcing that he would not sail to the Undying Lands 
any time soon.  How long do you think it will take before he starts to 
resent seeing so many loving couples, so much blissful happiness?  I know 
him.  He will loathe himself for those thoughts, but they will rise.”

Legolas looked out to sea.  His thoughts were far away.  Glorfindel was 
right.  The Undying Lands would be, in many ways, a prison for an elf 
alone.  He knew that Glorfindel was underestimating his friend, though.  
Erestor would find it in himself to make a life in Valinor.  Perhaps it 
would not be the life Glorfindel would wish for him, but it would be life 
nonetheless.  He also knew Glorfindel hated him for taking Lindir, but he 
had never really intended to commit to Erestor.  They were oil and water, 
never to mix.  No, Lindir was a sweet young thing and Erestor had refused 
to wait.  There was no blame on him. 

“I think you are looking at what you would want were you in his place.  
He is not you.”

Glorfindel’s hands became fists at his side.  He was restraining himself 
and fighting his instincts.  “No, he isn’t.  If he were…  He yearns for love.  
He has for a very long time.  He will be surrounded by those who have 
found what he wants so badly but may never have.  He will live for that 
one chance that someday happiness might find him once again.  What kind 
of eternity is that?”

Legolas knew what the eldar elf wanted to hear.  He also knew he could 
not give him those words.  “It is the eternity he must face.  Now, if you 
will excuse me.”

“Excuse you?  No.  You I will never excuse.  You have no idea what he 
went through.  He might excuse it, but as you have noted, he is not me.  
Don’t let me keep you, though.  I wouldn’t want to delay your departure.  
I’m sure you are anxious to get back to Gondor.”

Legolas stared at the warrior for a moment before walking away in 
silence.

“He isn’t a bad one, for an elf that is.”   

Glorfindel hadn’t known the dwarf was there.  “Master Gimli, it is good to 
see you once again.”

“So this elf you two are so worked up about, it is that dark haired advisor 
right?”

“Yes, we were discussing Erestor.” Glorfindel replied.

“For an elf, Erestor is not bad with a blade.  If I were an elf I might even 
say he is handsome.  But then I am not an elf.  Legolas on the other hand 
is.”  Gimli was fishing for a reaction.  He had no idea where this 
conversation would lead.

“Master Gimli, his opinion of Erestor’s beauty doesn’t really have 
anything to do with the matter at hand.”  Glorfindel spoke as if explaining 
something to a young elfling.

Gimli was not deterred.  “*Lord* Glorfindel, for a famous reborn elf you 
are remarkably obtuse.  If a dwarf can see the attraction, I’d have thought 
those legendary elfin senses would have picked up on something as well.  
I’ve always said that elves are not all they are cracked up to be.  You just 
proved my point.”

Glorfindel couldn’t believe the dwarf’s single mindedness.  He decided to 
set a few things straight.  “There once was something there, but 
misunderstandings led Legolas to accuse Erestor of playing him false.  I 
don’t know what led them to try again.  They have both changed, and do 
not want the same things from life.  Any hope for a future together ended 
when Erestor saw Legolas intimate with another elf.  You may see 
something when he gazes upon Erestor, but it is not love.”

Gimli had not heard the story of what had occurred, but he had reasoned 
out that something had.  Never would he have dreamed his friend capable 
of causing another so much pain.  He still didn’t quite believe it.  Legolas 
had not spoken of any of this, but he had gotten the feeling that something 
haunted his friend.  Now he was fairly certain it had something to do with 
the advisor.  

“How did you ever kill that balrog?  Do you think your Erestor to be as 
fragile as all that?  The elf that I saw on that training ground was no 
wilting flower.”  

Glorfindel snorted.  “No, the elf you saw on that training ground was not.  
He has changed from his first encounters with Legolas.  I doubt Legolas 
knew the extent of the change when they tried to renew their relationship.  
He learned, though.  He was not able to walk all over Tor that second 
time.  Tor didn’t allow himself to be taken for granted, wouldn’t wait upon 
him eager for what scraps the prince chose to bestow.”

Gimli threw up his hands.  “Exactly.  It takes elves a while to catch up 
doesn’t it?  Your Erestor is strong.  He will not be hurt like that again.  He 
made that very clear to my way of thinking.  That sword thing on the 
training grounds was a pretty plain message.  At least a dwarf would take 
the hint.  Elves are a might thick headed at times, but I’d think that a 
sword rushing to part you of vital pieces of anatomy would speak for 
itself.”

“All right master dwarf.  I concede that he doesn’t hurt as easily.  Erestor’s 
heart is not easily breeched but Legolas did just that.  Tor wanted to trust 
him and now feels betrayed.  Perhaps he feels used, although he has not 
said as much.  He will not again approach love as he did with Legolas.  He 
will not trust so easily.  He will put this behind him, but will never forget 
it or the lessons it taught.”  Glorfindel became saddened even as he spoke. 

Gimli pulled Glorfindel down to sit on the beach.  “Legolas knows down 
deep I think, that he might have wronged Erestor.  He is not an 
unintelligent elf.  You heard him, though; he is still thinking that Erestor is 
just being unreasonable.  I have to wonder if he isn’t correct.  Everyone 
always says that time passes with the blink of an elfin eye.  He refuses to 
wait and that hurt Legolas.  So maybe Legolas went to another elf to ease 
the hurt and the advisor was unlucky enough to witness it.  I am close to 
Legolas.  Maybe I could talk to him; help him see the lad’s point of view.”

Glorfindel pondered over the plan.  “Leave it alone Master Gimli.  If you 
remember the elf on the training ground, consider that he was not angry 
and hurting.  He was having an enjoyable afternoon.  Right now he feels 
betrayed and anger is just below the surface.  It isn’t sorrow that you will 
find.”

Glorfindel wasn’t smiling.  The dwarf became a bit more pensive.  The lad 
was a friend, and on a battle field he wouldn’t hesitate to throw his all to 
his friend’s defense.  This was a might bit different, though.  He’d heard 
of eldar elves and really had no desire to cross one, especially one that 
Legolas might have dumped.  No, this dwarf was not dense.  If Legolas 
hadn’t learned anything that day on the training ground, he certainly had.  
He always knew dwarves had more sense than elves, and this proved the 
point.  He decided his best course of action would be to let things work 
themselves out.  He didn’t need to interfere with an elven love life.    


Chapter Fifteen

The ship was met by elves that had not seen their friends and loved ones in 
some cases for millennia.  Celebrian stood waiting for Elrond, whole and 
happy.  It was as if the ordeal with the orcs had never occurred.  Old 
warriors long dead in wars forgotten to history stood proud and tall, 
waiting to meet those friends from whom they had been parted so long 
ago.  Glorfindel and Erestor disembarked together, greeting friends as they 
made their way ashore.  

Finally Glorfindel caught sight of the one who held his heart hostage, 
“Ecthelion!”  Glorfindel rushed to embrace his lover, Erestor quite 
forgotten.  Ecthelion and Glorfindel became lost in their own world, 
speaking of love and exchanging tender endearments.  

Something drew Ecthelion’s eye and he looked to the west.  “Fin, what is 
wrong with Erestor?”

Glorfindel had put Erestor totally out of his mind, so focused was he upon 
his reunion with Ecthelion.  Surveying the crowd, he didn’t see him 
anywhere.  “Where is he?”

Ecthelion motioned with his head, and Glorfindel turned to see a dark 
figure moving off into the distance.  “He is hurting, Thel.”

Ecthelion kissed Glorfindel on the brow.  “Wait for me under that tree.  I 
will be right back.”

Ecthelion moved more quickly as he was familiar with the terrain and not 
enveloped in the fog that held sway in Erestor’s mind.  Taking a shortcut, 
he ensconced himself in a small outcropping and waited for Erestor’s 
approach.

“Where are you going Tor and do I not even get a hello?”  Ecthelion’s 
voice fairly startled Erestor senseless.  He had in fact been brooding and 
not aware in the slightest of his surroundings.

“Thel!”  

He embraced Ecthelion and stepped back to get a good look at a friend he 
had not seen for longer than he cared to remember.  “What are you doing 
here?  Why aren’t you with Fin?”

Ecthelion laughed.  “I told Fin to stay put so I could hunt you down and 
bid you welcome.  Now, where are you going?”

It was Erestor’s turn to laugh.  “I was just walking the beach.”   

Ecthelion wrapped his arm around Erestor’s shoulder, turned him around 
and began walking back toward the dock.  “Don’t you think it better that 
you find out where you will live before taking off to explore the 
countryside?  You are coming with me.  We have millennia of catching up 
to do.  It will be a long time before you are released to exercise your 
wanderlust.”

“You need to do some major catching up with Fin and I am very positive 
that I do not want to be your audience.  If it will make you happy, though, 
I’ll return with you and go in search of a residence.”  Erestor allowed 
Ecthelion to lead him back.

Glorfindel met them.  Ecthelion hooked an arm around either waist and 
led them down a path away from the dock. 

“You are both coming home with me.  Then I want you to wash up while I 
arrange for some food far better than the lembas you had on that ship.”  
Ecthelion’s tone brooked no refusals.  Glorfindel and Erestor allowed 
themselves to be led to Ecthelion’s home, a bit awed at the beauty 
surrounding them.

Ecthelion sent Erestor up to the guest bath and showed Glorfindel to his 
own personal bathing chamber before arranging for a luncheon.  Both 
elves emerged from the bath to find new clothes laid out for them, and 
their own clothes missing.  Erestor was not surprised.  He knew that it was 
just like Ecthelion to get rid of the travel clothes and replace them with 
something far finer.  Glorfindel, however, didn’t expect to be presented 
with such a stunning tunic and leggings.  It took him a moment to realize 
that Ecthelion had gifted him with new clothes.  After combing and 
braiding their hair, the elves dressed and went in search of Ecthelion.  
They found each other instead and were impressed at the change wrought 
by the bath and new clothes.  After mutual admiration, the two searched 
the premises finally locating Ecthelion in the inner courtyard with a table 
set for three.

The meal was a welcome break from the dining selections aboard the ship, 
which consisted of lembas and water.  Old times were remembered and 
newer memories related to Ecthelion.  When the meal had been consumed 
utterly and entirely Glorfindel and Erestor leaned back in their chairs and 
sighed in contentment.  

Ecthelion took that opportunity to reveal his plans.  “This is our home now 
Glorfindel.  I hope you find it comfortable.  It was Gil-ga-lad’s for awhile, 
but he wanted something larger.  Erestor, I want you to stay as well.  
Before you interrupt to protest— and I know you have the protests on the 
tip of your tongue— there is absolutely no reason for you to live alone.  
This villa is huge.  In fact I might as well tell you that I’ve had rooms 
prepared.  It is settled Tor, so don’t waste your breath.  Fin, you agree do 
you not?”

The look Ecthelion shot Glorfindel left no doubt at the answer that had 
better come from the blonde’s lips.  “Of course you should stay.  There 
isn’t any good reason for you to live in some lonely house when you could 
live here.  You are outnumbered Erestor.  At long last I can get the last 
word.  It is so good to see you, Thel.  You have no idea how often he took 
me out with that tongue of his.”

Glorfindel meant that statement to reflect the verbal exchanges that took 
place between he and Erestor.  Ecthelion couldn’t waste the opportunity 
that it presented though.  “What exactly did his tongue do to you, Fin?  I 
know he is gifted…remarkably so…but pray tell which maneuver brought 
you low?  Eresto