Betrothal To An Elf
Part 22
Posted: September 28, 2007
Title: Betrothal To An Elf
Author: Inwë Sáralondë
Summary: Erestor and Glorfindel talk some more.
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Erestor breathed in deeply. The recent storm had left a fresh smell in the air that the advisor loved, and he smiled, his gaze on the rainbow that the remaining rain and emerging sunlight had created.
“You seem happy, melethen.”
The darkling elf turned, his brown eyes meeting the sapphire ones of his lover. “I am. I love how things smell after the rain.”
Glorfindel stepped further into the room, his gaze taking in the elf before him. Already the seneschal could see that Erestor was slowly freeing himself of the burden he had shouldered unnecessarily for so long. There was more expression on Erestor’s face, the masked visage slowly disappearing as the darkling elf learned to truly smile again.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
Glorfindel smiled. “Just thinking how much more relaxed you seem.” Yet, the daylight that was now streaming through the window seemed to emphasise the paleness on Erestor’s face, and Glorfindel’s mien became sombre. “Something still bothers you, though,” he said softly.
Erestor shook his head. “No, melethen, nothing bothers me. I just feel…free. Before, I felt as if I was lost in some wilderness of my own making. But you found me, wanted me, loved me. I know now that what I felt for Gil-galad is nothing compared to what I feel for you.”
Striding forward, Glorfindel took his lover into his arms. He could feel the darkling elf tremble in his arms, and gathered him even more tightly in his embrace.
“I had no idea how great the strain was to keep this all to myself,” Erestor whispered. “Only now do I truly understand that what I was doing to myself was not only harming me but all those around me.”
“Ervainen vorn…” Glorfindel stopped, unsure of what he could say.
“He was my first lover,” Erestor said. “My chastity was stolen from me. No, I should not say stolen, not really. I did go to him willingly, flattered that the king would show interest in me. But I was young, and I believed the words he told me.”
“Erestor, I think you know that his words were lies.”
The darkling elf nodded. “But not then. Even when he began his ‘games’ I did not see that. The first time he tied me to the bed, he was drunk. I did not stop him…could not stop him. I think he was more dangerous when drunk than when he was sober. Yet, he kept telling me he loved me, and so I let him continue, so blinded was I.”
“He did not love you, melethen. He treated you like a toy, a plaything to which he could do whatever he pleased.”
Erestor snorted. “He certainly did that. He would sometimes say he was testing my endurance, though I often felt that I had long since passed it.”
“No more talk of this, Erestor. Now, we concentrate on the future – our future. Gil-galad belongs to the past, and there he shall remain.”
“You are right,” the advisor sighed. He raised his head to look at Glorfindel. “Have either of the twins returned?”
“Not yet. Elrond believes that Elrohir went in search of his brother.”
“I do not think that was wise of him if he has,” Erestor replied. “He was almost in a state of shock when he realised that Elladan was more than likely his soul-mate.”
“We will find out soon enough, I expect,” Glorfindel soothed. “All we can do is support them in any way possible, for it will not be an easy time for either of them.”
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Elvish translations:
ervainen vorn – my dark beautiful one
melethen – my love
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