Betrothal To An Elf
Part 19
Posted: September 7, 2007
Title: Betrothal To An Elf
Author: Inwë Sáralondë
Summary: Glorfindel and Erestor go to see Elrond.
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Trying to fight back his irritation, Elrond stared at the report in front him. Truth be told, the last thing he wanted was to be caught up with paperwork. He sighed, thinking it was time he took a vacation. Perhaps he could go and visit Galadriel and Celeborn in Lothlórien; anything to get away from the dull tedium that seemed to be his life lately.
So it was with pleasure that he welcomed the interruption by Erestor and Glorfindel, though the pleasure soon turned to concern when he noticed the serious miens on their faces. “Do I really want to know what it is that has occurred between the two of you?” he snapped.
“Not between us,” Glorfindel said quietly, “but your sons.”
Elrond straightened in his chair. “Elladan and Elrohir?”
Erestor nodded. “The vision you saw so long ago is coming to pass.”
“Are you sure?”
“Aye,” Erestor said. “Elrohir came and spoke to me. He is frightened, Elrond. He does not understand why this would happen, and it is obvious the idea of his brother being the other half of his soul makes him uncomfortable.”
“And Elladan will be no different,” Glorfindel added.
Elrond sat back in his chair, contemplating what his friends had told him. He was not surprised that Elrohir had sought out Erestor; the advisor had always had a soft spot for the younger twin, and never turned him away when Elrohir had been troubled by something.
“Both of them will need careful handling,” Erestor said.
The elf-lord sighed. “I confess I do not know what to say to either of them.” His gaze settled on Erestor. “You say Elrohir spoke to you; has Elladan said…?”
Glorfindel shook his head before Elrond had even finished the question. “Elladan has not approached us. We do not even know if he has reached the same conclusion as his brother.”
“I suspect he has,” Elrond replied wearily. “He came to me yesterday to say he was going to the small hut near the waterfall as he needed some time to himself. The thought never crossed my mind that he could have become aware of a shift in his relationship with Elrohir.”
“Then it is best to leave him be for now but, when he returns, you will need to speak to them, to tell them that this was meant to happen.”
“They will be hostile to the idea,” Elrond warned, “yet you are right. I will speak to them, but separately, to find out exactly what their feelings are. However, it will not change the fact that we will have some difficult times ahead of us.”
“We will help you in any way we can,” Erestor said. “Why do you not send word to Galadriel? I am sure she would be willing to come here and speak to them and help them through.”
Elrond nodded. “A good idea. I shall mind-speak with her; time is of the essence, and I do not want to lose any by sending a messenger.”
Gazing at his friends appraisingly, Elrond saw that Erestor seemed more at ease than before. He had not spoken to the darkling elf since the night when he told the advisor to tell Glorfindel everything. “I take it all is well between the two of you?” he asked cautiously.
“If you mean did I take your advice, then yes.” Erestor smiled. “It will still take some time but, now that Glorfindel knows, I feel my burden is much lighter than it was before.”
The seneschal took Erestor’s hand in his own. “I am going to ensure that your burden, as you call it, will soon be gone, for it was not a burden you should have taken upon yourself.”
Elrond sent a quiet prayer to the Valar. “I am glad that you have finally spoken to Glorfindel,” the elf-lord said approvingly. “I quite agree with him; this burden was not yours to carry, and never was.” The elf-lord eyed the two elves shrewdly. “I take it that Glorfindel is using…appropriate measures?” His question was accompanied by a wink at Erestor, who flushed slightly.
“Trust me, Elrond, they are appropriate,” Glorfindel replied, a smile on his face. “However, that is *all* you need to know.” Then the seneschal became serious once more. “Contact Galadriel, mellonen. The sooner we can help your sons, the better.”
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Elvish translations:
mellonen – my friend
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