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Summary: Hopeful beginnings
Author's Note: This is going to be a two part story, because of time I could not completely fulfill what the receiver wanted, so that is the reason for an upcoming sequel which will following within a weeks time.
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It was the hour after midnight, and the large crowd
of elves waited for their friend Glorfindel to finish
opening up the many presents that he had received for
his begetting day. They had wanted to make this one
special since his father could not be here for this
special occasion.
The Lord of the House of the Golden Flower had gone
out on a routine patrol, like any other house required
to do so, and had not come back. The patrol had run
into a large band of Orc’s, and unfortunately not one
elf had come back from the patrol. It had taken hours
to recover the many bodies of the glorious house.
Unfortunately, when they had found the Lord of the
Golden Flower, he and his second in command had been
unmercifully been torn to shreds.
It had been the decision of the King himself to not
let the two ladies to see their dead husband’s bodies.
The site had just been too gruesome for words, so the
King had offered, as proof, the wedding bands of the
two fallen elves.
The Lady of the House had suffered much, and had
almost lost the girl child she carried within her
body. Her Lady in Waiting had not faired so well. Upon
the moment of finding out that her mate had perished,
she had fallen into deep despair. Upon the next
evening, when all had gathered to say their goodbye’s
to the fallen, two pyres were lit, one being for the
Lord of the House of the Golden Flower and his men,
and a second for his second in command and his Lady
wife.
That summer would have marked the young Lord
Glorfindel’s fiftieth year. His day of his majority,
when father would pass onto his son the many of duties
of becoming a member of society, and would also be
when the son’s would be given the name of the young
maid they would marry. But unfortunately for the young
Lord, he did not want to marry a maiden. His tastes
were of a different variety, and this variety tended
to be that of males.
It had taken a good part of his life to come to terms
with Valar’s decision to design him in the fashion of
loving other males. But unlike his acceptance, his
family had not come to terms with it. His father had
fought him tooth and nail, and when some type of
milestone had come into site, they had found
themselves back to square one. His father had been
adamant about him taken on a wife to carry on the
line, but in young Glorfindel’s heart he knew he would
never have been happy in such a life.
Not long after his father’s passing did the Lord of
the Fountain take Glorfindel under his wing. Lord
Ecthelion was a good upstanding elf, with few to no
scandals linked to him, that anyone could prove, and
if there were they were quickly put to rest be either
enough gold or the disappearance of the person in
question. It was more likely the elf in question was
no longer seen, and some speculated that the Lord of
the Fountain would not be returning to these shores
again should he perish himself. They pretty much felt
that if the Valar should take his soul, they would
rather keep his soul in safety, than to ever let it be
released again to the unknowing people of Middle Earth
or the Undying Lands ever again. But it did not stop
the fact, that here was this elf teaching the young
Lord Glorfindel his ways that he lived by.
Lord Ecthelion was renowned for his extravagant ways
of living, and his extravagant ways of how he lived
everyday of his life. His family was considered one of
the best of the Kingdom, and he himself wanted to make
sure that it stayed that way. His own father, as well,
had just passed from this life to the next, and he too
was still feeling the rawness of it. He felt it so
much that in his anger of losing someone he had looked
up to he decided to take it out on the ones closest to
him. Or at the very least, take it out on those who
really could not defend themselves from his own inner
war.
This inner war of Lord Ecthelion was that of a
delicate nature. He tended to blame those, who were
innocent and free of any misgivings. But none the
less, he still blamed them. For it was always someone
else who was at fault. It could never be him or his
most beloved mother or siblings that could have cause
an upset of the delicate balance of things within his
life. It was always others, who were to blame for him
losing what he had always held dear to him, his
father’ love and acceptance, which he had never lost.
Many years before his father Lord Nithron and his men
had wandered upon a tribe of Avari elves, whom had
been camped beside a river not far from their home.
The elves had proceeded with caution, so as not to
alert the elves they were watching, but before they
had known what was going on they were descended upon
by a band of orcs. The Gondolin elves had been
outnumber, but not until the Avari had come to the
rescue. The two groups of elves had defeated their
foe within a time that seemed liked mere seconds, than
the time it did take to slaughter the ugly beast. When
the fighting had finished Lord Nithron had turned
around to see a red headed beauty, with fighting sword
in hand and standing before him breathing hard,
looking even more beautiful than she had when he set
eyes upon her the first time.
He was drawn to her in a way that he had never felt
before in all his life. He had never felt, even with
his Lady wife, was feeling at this moment. He could
not take his eyes away from this being so beautiful
that when night had fallen, and the feast the Avari
had held for them, after attending to the wounded, did
he take her to bed, and make mad passionate love to
her. Their souls joined in a dance that every being
longs for, and when their dance of their bodies had
finished, a new soul was to make their way to this new
land. A soul regretting, this would one day regret
being conceived, in a moment of passion between two
people, who danced a dance, which should never have
been.
Days later the Lord of the Fountain set out for home
and with him his new mistress and unborn child were
with him. When the party had returned home only the
wives of his men had greeted their husband’s safe
return, for Lord Nithron’s wife had stayed home to
attend to the house and home and of her needs instead
of welcoming her husband. After he had briefed the
King of his party’s adventures, he went home to be
greeted by his eldest son Ecthelion and his other
children. They had been playing in the courtyard when
their father had returned, and only when he had
entered the courtyard was Lord Nithron greeted by his
family.
The children had descended upon him in a frenzy to see
their father, and then after all the welcomes were
done did the children go back to doing what they had
been doing before, playing. All except Ecthelion, who
had eyed the stranger before him, with curiosity and
contempt, and a knowing that his life was about to
change, in a way in which he did not want it to. He
could for the life of him accept this being, who would
now be his fathers second wife, and a second mother to
him if his father so choose for this to happen. To
Ecthelion this person posed a threat to him in ways
that only he could justify in his head. In his heart
he had known his parents love did not reach each
other, for it had been too long of a journey for the
two of them.
It was a year later after that first meeting that Lord
Ecthelion became a big brother again to the new little
Erestor. This would be the being of his hate for the
elfling that had done nothing to deserve his brother’s
hate. But unfortunately, he would not be so lucky
growing up for with Ecthelion’s guidance to his other
siblings, the little elf would not fair very well in
this household. The coming years would be unkind to
Erestor, and only when he could find solace in his
father’s arms would he be able to find to some
kindness.
The years had stretched on, and the year before Lord
Glorfindel’s father had journeyed to Namo’s Halls, the
House of the Fountain had lost their father to them.
Ecthelion had become Lord of the house, and Erestor
had found himself once again at the mercy of his
brother. Ecthelion tormented him like never before,
and as the year wore on and Erestors majority neared,
Ecthelion needed a good reason to get rid of him, and
the reason came when Glorfindel had to reach his
majority. Erestor would be Glorfindel’s present
whether Erestor liked it or not.
The young elf in question was basically very innocent
in all sense of the word. His world had revolved
around his parents and his ever loving cats. His
kitties were the only thing, besides his books and
parents love, that had ever meant anything to him.
Being his mother’s only child, she had doted on him
quite frequently. She had mostly done this because
despite Erestor being her only child, he could not
hear. His world was filled with silence, and with
this silence his other sense’s had heightened quite
beyond that of a warriors. One had to be alert when
one had siblings who would torment you on a moments
notice. So, with that, he lived his life like anyone
would live trapped inside a prison that had no bars.
He had had a feeling that something would happen to
him the moment that his father had passed away.
Ecthelion had been angry before, but with the passing
of their beloved father it had become more so than
ever. Ecthelion was now Lord of the house, and that
meant that Erestor was underneath his rule. If Erestor
thought Ecthelion would show some sort of kindness, he
was dead wrong. Erestor was right not to believe such
nonsense. Life had not been easy in this house when
his father was alive, and now it would be down right
difficult living here now.
With all of his other siblings married and/or going
off to be soldiers and scholars, Erestor lived a now
very lonely and tormented life. When his father had
passed, so had his mother, and with that the last link
to any happiness.
Erestor gather some things together, knowing full well
that any day Ecthelion would, and could, come into his
room and throw him into the streets. He could not even
trust the servants to help him, for they hated him as
well. He was well prepared for departure when
Ecthelion enter Erestors chambers with one of their
father’s stewards. The steward had been the one to
teach Erestor his letters, and to help develop a type
of language for Erestor, so that he could communicate
with others. But others had scoffed at the idea of
giving him special help, and so only a few had learned
his language.
As Erestor sat on his bed he looked at the two very
opposing figures that stood before him. Erestor
watched as Ecthelion told the steward what to say to
the young elf, and that is when he knew that the time
had come to be leaving the House of the Fountain
forever. The two elves before him talked as few
minutes longer, and then Ecthelion looked at Erestor
once and then left the room. The steward stood there
looking as if he was trying to find the right words to
say, but could not find them. When the elf looked as
if he had found his voice once again, he straighten
his tunic and sat next to Erestor to explain the
situation.
“I have some bad news for you Erestor. It seems that
you are to leave this house and go to another’s home
to live with them.”
Erestor just looked at him for a moment, and looking
even more crestfallen now for the situation had
finally sunk in, started to cry.
“Why does he hate me? What did I ever do to him to
deserve such treatment?”
Tears flowed down Erestors cheeks as the situation was
told to him. The steward could not take it anymore,
and finally took the young elf in his arms and just
held him. He had known this would one day happen, and
the fact that Erestor was half Avari and his mother
was not first wife, was the main reason that Erestor
was unable to marry within Gondolin society on any
level. The steward had prayed that some type of good
would have come to Erestor, but deep down he had known
that the young elf had no chance of finding any
happiness. Erestor would have spent all of his days in
this house with no one to love him back besides his
parents.
The steward pulled away to tell Erestor of his fate.
This was the hardest thing he had had to do in such a
long time, but it would have to be done.
“Your brother has given you to Lord Glorfindel’s
household. Lord Glorfindel’s mother bought you for her
son. It seems that the young Lord prefers males, and
you are to be his companion and his lover. You will do
as he says, and will not backtalk him. Do you
understand me?”
Erestor looked up with tear stained cheeks, and just
nodded. He was scared of the fact of leaving his home,
but more so about being the plaything of another male.
He had seen a joining of two male elves, but he never
thought he would be one to have to lay with one.
Erestor got up from his bed, straighten his clothes,
and pick up his two cats. He looked towards the
steward for some direction, and then the steward
spoke.
“You’re lucky in this sense. Your brother is going to
let you have all of your things. I know you have
packed most of your things already, and tonight I will
finish all of your packing. I will not rest until it
is all done. Lord Glorfindel’s mother will let you
bring your cats as well, so do not worry about them.
They will be in good hands at the House of the Golden
Flower.”
Erestor just nodded, put his cats in their carrier and
picked them up along with two of his bags. Wiping his
nose on his shirt he followed the steward out to the
awaiting carriage outside. As he was leaving he
noticed the staff watching as he left. Some sneered at
him, while others looked at him with downcast eyes of
distress. Knowing that Erestor was walking towards a
fate that could be worse than death distress some of
them, for who would willingly want to become someone’s
kept whore.
Erestor was escorted to the carriage; his packed bags
put inside with him along with his cats and with a
close of the door and signal to the driver, they left.
The steward went back to Erestors room to finish the
last of the packing, and then his own. He would not
stay in a house where his Lord would sell off his
brother to get back at something his father did. It
just wasn’t right, and Ecthelion knew so.
Ecthelion left soon after Erestor, but made it to the
party before him. He had left instructions at the door
of the House of the Golden Flower to take Erestor
straight to Glorfindel’s room, and to prepare him for
when Glorfindel went to bed. This would be a good
night. Erestor was out of his hair, Glorfindel would
have his little plaything, and he might be able to get
Glorfindel to cast his vote in the direction Ecthelion
wanted him to. All would be well with the world.
Well, the party had gone on for hours and after all
the gifts were opened and food and drink were gone,
Ecthelion leaned over and told Glorfindel of his
present that he had for him in his room. Glorfindel
thought it may be Ecthelion himself, but he knew that
was a mute point. Lord Ecthelion loved females, and it
was evident in the company he kept. So, to desire the
Lord would only be a dream, so he wondered what else
he could have brought.
Glorfindel quickly made it to his room, and when he
opened the door there stood Erestor in a sheer robe
kneeling upon his bed. He was lovelier than he could
have ever imagined, and the fact that this vision
before him was for him took his breath away. He could
see the apprehension in the young elf’s eyes. He could
not take his eyes off of the vision before him, and as
he gazed upon the elf himself, Glorfindel felt as he
had known him for two lifetimes.
Glorfindel swallowed hard as he came closer to the
lovely vision, and for the life of him could not
fathom who he was. But as he came closer he could see
some type of family resemblance in him. Something that
told him that he knew this person before, that he knew
who this was. As Glorfindel came closer he finally
realizes who it was before him. It was Ecthelion’s
youngest brother Erestor. The two had never been
close, so why was he here of all places. Erestor was
considered beneath the lowest of all cast. He would
not have been able to marry, so why was he here. Then
it dawned on Glorfindel. Erestor was here because he
had been cast out of house and home, and now was his
plaything.
Glorfindel thought of the wonderful things he could do
to this lovely thing, and no one would ever help
Erestor should he be cast from this house. Images ran
through his mind, and for the first time only the
naughtiest thoughts crossed his mind. Then in a
moments notice, his senses came back to him. Here was
an elf, who had no one, and he could only think about
what he wanted. He looked away for only a moment, and
was drawn back to the figure when he heard crying.
Glorfindel’s heart twisted in pain knowing that he was
causing Erestor distress. He gently caressed Erestor’s
cheek, and caught the tears upon his finger. He
watched as Erestor’s eyes, that were downcast, looked
up once again at the figure before him. Glorfindel
smiled hoping Erestor would do the same, but he was
only granted more of Erestors pain upon his face.
Glorfindel felt like an Orc.
Erestor was just a child to a lot of extent. He had
had a very sheltered life, and because of his
parentage, would not be granted the same rights as
other citizens. He knew this was wrong, but there was
nothing he could do about it. He pulled out a soft
cloth and wiped the last of Erestor’s tears away, and
then walked over to his wardrobe and pulled out a
thicker more warmer sleeping shirt for the young elf.
He then went to his steward and asked if Erestor had
brought anything, and when he was told that he had two
cats with him, Glorfindel instructed him to bring them
to his chambers.
It had brought some warmth to Erestors eyes when he
laid eyes upon his furry friends once again, and that
they were near him. He signed to Glorfindel thank you,
and snuggled his cats once again close to him.
Glorfindel helped Erestor snuggle down into the warm
bed, pulling the covers over him to keep him warm.
Erestor could see the warmth and compassion in
Glorfindel’s eyes, and vowed to do his best to make
sure he would be happy and content for the rest of his
days. He watched as Glorfindel changed into his own
sleeping robe, and doused the candles out as he came
to bed. With only the one candle left he blew it out,
climbed into bed, and after he pulled the covers up to
his chest, did he feel the warmth of Erestors body up
against his, and the sound of short purring near his
head.
-Years Later-
Erestor stood on the front steps watching the
courtyard for any activity. Since the fall of Gondolin
he had been watching every courtyard for the return of
the one elf, who had given him hope. He had a feeling
in his bones that this would be the day that he would
see his hope return. As Erestor stood on the front
steps with the grown son’s of Elrond, he could feel
the anticipation grow within himself. He looked
greedily upon the patrol that had just entered the
courtyard, and just when he was about to feel at a
loss, there before him rode in Glorfindel upon a snow
white stallion.
Glorfindel could feel something familiar as he
approached the gates of Imladris. He could feel that
someone was there that he had known once before.
Glorfindel wondered if this could be the other half of
his lost soul ripped from him when he died upon those
cliffs so long ago. As he rode into the courtyard, he
glanced up and saw the one who had captured his heart
so long ago. He dismounted quickly, and watched as the
one who had kept his heart safe for so long raced down
the stairs, breaking the line between Lord Elrond and
his Lady wife. Glorfindel thought it amusing, but all
thoughts were lost as Erestor once again found the
empty space that needed to be filled within
Glorfindel’s arms.
Glorfindel could see peace had finally grace Erestors
heart at being accepted within a family, and he could
assure Erestor that his parents were glad that he had
found someone to love, and that he had found the other
half of his heart.
Namo had decided that for the Erestors siblings and
step mother life in his Halls would not be so
comforting. He would make sure that Ecthelion would
know the error of his ways, and before he would
release them back to the Undying Lands, he would get
them to repent their misdeeds.
To be continued in sequel