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Glorfindel went after Erestor and found the elf in their chamber sitting at the window staring out towards the Misty Mountains. It was a very empty Erestor that he saw.
“I…” Erestor shook his head and let out a whimper.
“I’m sorry Erestor…I should have…”
“Glorfindel I know you did everything you could. No matter the elf you would have. But he’s always been there…why did he have to come? He spent ages surrounded by the most deadly woods in all of Arda and was taken down within reach of a safe haven. It’s my fault, I should have never sent that letter,” Erestor sobbed tears falling down his face.
Glorfindel was alert as he patrolled the borders. There had been rumors of a pack of wargs that were nearing the valley and with the warming weather foul beasts tended to travel farther than they normally would. And with wargs usually came orcs. The fact that there was a thunderstorm coming did not calm his nerves one bit. The darkening sky simply meant the sun fearing beasts would be out and about all the sooner.
He was the first to hear the hoof beats of the quickly approaching horse. On high alert he steered his horse to intercept the other, while making a series of short bird calls to position his guards in the right place.
What he saw had him draw his sword even as he spoke softly to the injured rider. “What happed?” He asked even as he took note of the claw marks on the horses flank and the blood on the elf’s tunic.
Glorfindel stood at the door watching Erestor work. It had been nearly a month since Erestor had lost their chills and just as long since they had been intimate, in conversation or physically. Erestor was pulling away from him and he did not know how to stop him.
And his love seemed to be changing in smaller ways. Erestor had never been one for bright colors, usually sticking to darker tones, of blue, green, and browns. But it had been weeks since he had seen Erestor in anything besides black or dark gray robes.
He spent less time with the twins and the visiting Legolas and more in the office and the only good that came of it was that Elrond came to have an excess of time on his hands and was more often found strolling with Celebrian or playing with the twins.
“Legolas?” Elrohir whispered from where he was on the other side of Erestor his brother stirring behind him.
“Yes?” He whispered back.
“You feel better now?”
“Yes, I thought E’stor would be so mad.”
“E’stor’s nice he doesn’t yell at little elfs.”
“What about big ones?”
“E’stor makes big elfs cry. If they make him mad he’ll yell at them and if he gets really mad he’ll throw a book.”
Erestor woke slowly wrapped up in Glorfindel’s arms. He looked up at his lover’s face and sighed sadly. Traces of tears could still be seen on his face and Erestor knew it was all his fault.
“I’m so sorry Fin,” Erestor whispered burying his face in the other’s chest. “I never wanted to do this to you. After the last few years…I thought it was over. I never wanted to do this to you. This is so much easier with you asleep. Valar I know how you hate lies,” Erestor mumbled snuggling deeper into his lover’s chest.
“Erestor,” Glorfindel snarled in a dangerous whisper and Erestor flinched. Wanting to cover his ears for the tirade that was sure to follow. “How long did you know?”
“All my life,” Erestor whispered.
Melpomaen watched avidly as Erestor groaned before blinking slowly. He turned his head to the side to look at Melpomaen. “M…mm…”
“Here,” he said quickly pouring a glass of water for Erestor. Sipping slowly Erestor smiled faintly then put a hand to his stomach. “Something wrong?”
“I have to relieve myself,” Erestor whispered.
“Let me help you,” Erestor nodded slightly, clutching the sheet close and Melpomaen smiled at the modesty that was for his benefit. Erestor was simply *not* shy. Helping Erestor to his feet they slowly moved away from the bed when a splashing sound was heard and Erestor sagged against him. Looking down he saw a pink tinged puddle. Its scent was strong, but not of urine. Melpomean lifted Erestor into his arms marvelling at how light the Elf was.
Erestor looked at the dinner plate and bile rose up in him. He pushed the plate away, shut his eyes and took a deep breath.
“Erestor?” Glorfindel asked.
“I don’t feel well,” Erestor said to his lover.
“Don’t you dare…” Elrond growled.
“Don’t feel ill?” Erestor asked, confused.
“You are a walking exaggeration. If you cut your finger on a parchment you are sure it’s going to fall off.”