‘Glorfindel’ of Gondolin pt3

Title: ‘Glorfindel’ of Gondolin 3/?
Author: Blue Gold
E-mail: midnightscribbles@gmail.com
Archive: http://www.slash.midnightscribbes.com
Pairings: Erestor/Glorfindel, Erestor/Fin, Elrond/Celebrian,
Rating: NC-17
Summary: ‘Glorfindel’ comes to Imladris and everyone assumes he is the reborn Balrog slayer. What will he do when Glorfindel comes to reclaim his name and Erestor’s heart?
Disclaimer: I *sniff* do not any of the characters in this story. They are owned by Tolkien/Jackson.
Warnings: Agnst
Authors Notes: Just a play on the fandom assumption and the canonical assumption. Who knows we *could* both be right.

Glorfindel was seated at the head table in the dining hall despite his demanded rank of introductory soldier. After the meal he was going to spar, to determine what his best placing would be.

Erestor entered the room and Glorfindel did not have to look to know it. He simply heard the twin shrieks. “E’stor!” The twins yelled jumping out of their seats and running to the elf. Each twin taking a leg.

Laughing Erestor pried them off and lifted a twin to rest on each side of his hip. “Hello boys. What has happed since I left?”

“We met Fin!”

“Finny killed’d the balrog.”

“Glorfindel?” Erestor said a little bit breathless glancing at the table and saw the blond that sat at Celebrian’s left. Glorfindel blushed under the scrutiny and turned away. Something in the eyes of the beautiful elf before him making him feel exposed.

Erestor’s eyes narrowed but he said nothing to the twins as Elladan began patting his tunic.

“Ah ah, breakfast then gifts.”

Elladan pouted then hugged Erestor. “Okay.”

“Can you tell us a story?” Elrohir asked.

“I have to talk to your ada first.”

“Eat first E’stor,” Elrohir reprimanded.

“Why of course,” Erestor said laughing leading them both back to the table where they returned to their seats between their parents.

“Erestor, might I ask what the point of giving you escorts is if you constantly desert them?”

“I wonder the same thing my lord,” Erestor said easily, filling his plate as Celebrian giggled. Elrond simply rolled his eyes. “They are only a day behind this time,” Erestor added with a smirk.

“Well I suppose it is better than the time you left them in Mirkwood while you were already relaxing in Lorien.”

“That was just once.”

“And the time you left them at the gray havens?” Elrond asked.

“I just went a few miles, its not my fault they thought I fled,” Erestor replied.

“Just your habit.”

“I suppose you could say that,” Erestor responded with a wry grin. “So Balrog Slayer how do you find fair Imladris?”

“Please don’t call me that,” Glorfindel whispered.

“Why not?”

“He likes Fin, we can call him Finny but you have to call him Fin,” Elrohir explained.

“Ah, I see,” Erestor said taking a sip of his drink eying the blushing blond.

“Yeah, and Ada had a big party for him, he was all red,” Elladan exclaimed causing Glorfindel to blush more.

“Well maybe you can convince him, I tried to make him captain of the guard and he nearly fled. He insists on being no one special. He wants to go through basic training.”

“Well why not? It would be safer for him to learn how to interact with the guards before handing him a position above them. And as your Capitan of the guard I’m surprised I could be so easily replaced.”

“You are also Chief Advisor, and head scribe. I assumed you want to lessen your duties,” Elrond said a little nervously.

“And you decide to take away the one that’s any real fun?” Erestor asked crossing his arms.

“I did not know working with me was such a chore,” Elrond said with a frown.

“Don’t pout, I bet a bottle of the wine I brought, that you were out training with the guards before I was halfway out of Imladris.”

It was Elrond’s turn to blush and Glorfindel grinned liking this elf more and more until Erestor glared at him causing the smile to fall off his face in alarm. What had he done to upset the elf so?

He avoided looking at Erestor for the rest of the meal and accepted Elrond’s invitation to the Great Hall as Celebrian put the twins to bed.

He had his back turned so when a slender hand gripped his arm and he was pulled into the shadows by Erestor.

“What kind of game do you think you are playing Glorfindel?” Erestor sneered.

“I am not playing any kind of game.”

“So please tell me about your oh so amazing slaying of a balrog.”

“First off I did not slay a balrog, even if I did why would I want to talk about it? That would be horrid. It is not as if I made it out of the battle unscathed.”

“You did not slay a balrog?” Erestor asked slowly.

“No, I tried to tell Elrond, and he thought I was being modest! Valar I wonder why mother thought this was a good idea.”


“Naming me Glorfindel. I’d rather be called Feanor.”


“Well everyone knows he has black hair. There would be no question then now would there.”

Erestor grinned. “That is true I suppose. But wouldn’t it be easier to change your name?”

“I grew up with this name; I’ve grown attached to it. I almost forgot what it meant, in the havens everyone knew I was just plain old Fin, no balrog or anything else.”

“I see, don’t worry I will take care of Elrond for you,” Erestor said with a pat on Glorfindel’s shoulder. “Now get out of the shadows and enjoy Lindir’s playing.”

Glorfindel sighed and grinned. “Thank you this whole mix up has gotten completely out of hand,” he said walking off never noticing Erestor’s eyes narrowing on his ass or the fact that the elf spent a moment comparing their heights before shrugging and going off to find Elrond.

“Hello my lord, I need you to do me a favor and drop the whole retuned lord balrog slayer angle.”

“What?” Elrond asked as a glass of wine was slipped into his hand.

“Stop celebrating Glorfindel, he doesn’t like it, in fact it embarrasses the poor boy, he’s all ready to come to you with some foolish story about how he’s just named after the slayer if you don’t.”

“But I…”

“And how much trouble do you think it would have caused if he had accepted your offer to be captain of the guard?”

“Well that may have been a little hasty.”

“Hasty indeed, I will give up my positions when I’m good and ready.”

“When will that be?”

“Elladan has shown some interest.”

Elrond stared at Erestor. “My son, who is still running around with that stuffed dragon you gave him last year. The one who has barely begun to learn to write, who’s all of six years old.”

“Was there another Elladan I was unaware of?” Erestor asked with a smile.

“You are mad,” Elrond said with a shake of his head.

“I try.”

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