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Elrond and Erestor stood side by side, the Lord and his shadow, as the party from Mirkwood approached. Thranduil was the first to dismount, a wriggling bundle of muddy green in his arms. It wasn’t until he placed it down that they recognized it was a child, most likely Legolas, Thranduil’s son. Though they were surprised that Thranduil would take such a young child on such a journey.
Erestor barely noticed the child as he felt a tingling sensation in his arm. He shook his arm but the feeling did not pass. “My Lord…my arm it…”
“Do not even finish that statement,” Elrond hissed, feeling as if he were scolding a child instead of his Chief Advisor.
“Yes my Lord. Ow!’” Erestor exclaimed, smacking his arm and feeling a strange wetness. He lifted his sleeve and a small spider carcass fell out, leaving a bit of slime on his arm.
Erestor crossed his arms looking at the sliver haired elf his violet eyes cold. “Is this the inept oaf that nearly killed me?” He snarled looking at Glorfindel who nodded; the only elf from Imladris who could keep a straight face.
After spending a month traveling with a shy retreating Erestor they couldn’t believe this elf was real. A swirl of menacing black robes and cold hard eyes, did not match the image of the docile elf that they were all sure had feelings for Glorfindel. He blushed much too often when the Golden lord was around, and they were wondering if said lord would ever notice.
“I did not nearly kill you,” Haldir snarled and Glorfindel lost his battle with a grin stepping back to hide among his men. Onónion touching his arm to share his grin, they had decided this would be good for Erestor and asked him to hold nothing back. The elf had been in a stupor for days after learning the truth about his origins. It did not help that there had been constant sightings of Mael Faer hovering near the border as if searching for something.
Erestor watched as the men set up camp settling under a tree for a moment. After attempting to help the first night and getting in everyone’s way Glorfindel had taken him aside and asked if he would simply stay to the side while the others worked.
One of the elves, scheduled for this nights watch came over to Erestor.
“Are you alright?”
“Tired,” Erestor admitted. Ever since they had left Imladris Erestor had been feeling more and more lethargic. It had concerned him but it was nothing like the shakes and attacks he used to get when he delayed a trip to the tavern.
Erestor entered the office and was surprised to see Melpomean already there. The elf had taken Glorfindel’s usual seat and had a small leather bound book in his lap as well as some charcoal.
“Erestor do you feel overworked?” Elrond asked.
“Why is that everyone’s first assumption? Glorfindel has a second. So do you I might add. Is it so strange for me to think it is a good idea if there is someone besides myself that can do these things?”
“No I suppose you are quite right. And you couldn’t have found better, and this makes something we have to discuss all the more easier,” Elrond said.
Elladan approached the door to Erestor’s office for the third time that day his hand poised at the door when he sighed and lowered his hand. Erestor pulled open the door and blinked in surprise at the half-elf.
“Have you been sulking outside the office all day?” Erestor asked.
“No, well a couple times,” Elladan replied sheepishly. “How did you know?”
Erestor motioned for Elladan to step aside and then stepped right beside in front of the door and the half elf heard the tiny creak he hadn’t noticed.
Elladan stared at his brother his arms full of sobbing chief advisor and Elrohir pointed to the hall of fire where the music had just ended, which meant the hall would be crawling with elves in seconds.
He carefully lead Erestor to their messy quarters. Elladan not releasing his hold on Erestor sat him down on their chaise and just held the elf as Elrohir left the room and returned a few moments later with tea as Erestor began to calm and started to pull away from Elladan,
“Would you like some tea?”
Glorfindel rode besides Erestor in a silence that was much more oppressive then the one that they had left Rivendell in. Erestor clutched the makeshift urn tightly to him and the sword was held in his other hand. He was riding blindly and Glorfindel constantly pushed branches aside lest they slice the elf’s cheek.
Days had past and they were nearing the border when Glorfindel heard the approaching horses. He drew his horse to a halt and did the same for Erestor, waiting for the twins to appear.
They emerged from the left a few moments later and Glorfindel inclined his head to the twins while Erestor remained unresponsive locked in his own world of pain.
“What’s with the little whore?” Elladan asked as Elrohir glanced over at Erestor.