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“Are you sure about this Erestor?”
“Yes. You said it yourself: I am hiding here. With the Twins returning at the end of the month and Amrun’s family returning to the Gray Havens, it is as good as a time as any before I have any other changes of heart or excuses.”
“He does not deserve you.”
“No, but lucky for him he will have me anyway.”
“We will miss you but I wish you luck. When will you depart?”
“With the Twins.”
“They leave in a few weeks. I will add Haldir to their escort.”
“Add Rumil as well,” Erestor said softly and Celeborn grinned.
“He has already asked for a temporary leave to travel to Imladris. I have the feeling I will be loosing three great warriors.”
Glorfindel shook his head as he slowly made his way out of the Talan. He felt like kicking himself. Of course Erestor would push himself to the brink this night. Erestor worried about the feelings of others long before he did his own. Glorfindel should have been the one to put a stop to it, knowing Erestor would have pretended to not to have been scared at all.
Making his way up to Haldir and his brothers’ Talan, Glorfindel was surprised to see only the light of a few candles. Looking at the couch he saw two forms entangled together. He couldn’t see who they were as there was a curtain of silver and black shielding their faces.
Glorfindel was about to make his presence known when Elladan darted into the room. “It’s not a bush but I suppose we can accept,” Elladan said nodding to his partner in crime: Orophin.
“Elladan!” Elrohir exclaimed, blushing. “Glorfindel?!” The blond shrugged.
“You’re late,” Haldir remarked, entering the room last, smirking at his blushing little brother.
“I had to take a cold bath, very cold,” Glorfindel murmured.
“Well, I hate to tell you this but Erestor shares another’s bed,” Haldir said grinning.
“Calanmir! Please come down. Do not make me call your Ada,” Haldir said with a sigh. He had already dressed and did not want to climb up to fetch the three year old. Calanmir looked down at Haldir and pouted then got out of the tree by diving into the Haldir’s arms. “We have to get you cleaned up and dressed. We will go see your Da.”
“Why are Ada and Da in different Talans?” Calanmir asked as he was lead away from his home.
“It is part of the tradition for today; they will see each other at the ceremony.”
“Can we go see Ada next?”
“Yes. But you have to be dressed first and Glorfindel has your clothes.”
“Okay,” he said as they reached Haldir’s Talan. Climbing up they could already hear voices.
“Are you a warrior or not?”
“This is not battle! It is my binding ceremony.”
Erestor stood at the door to Glorfindel’s room watching as the Elf slowly packed up his strange study, staring at each piece before putting them away into the crates for their move to ‘Lorien. Sighing, he moved to the window and simply stared.
It had been nearly three months now since the meeting, Arwen had returned home and they were planning on leaving when the ‘Lorien party departed in another few days. He thought Glorfindel had met his match in Haldir. Both were cheeky, stubborn and as childish as his own child at times.
But watching Glorfindel so distracted, as to not know he was even there, convinced him he couldn’t do this to the other. Leaving the room he headed for the Nursery and was not surprised to find a full house. Sitting in a circle on the floor Arwen, the Twins and Haldir were all playing with Calanmir, who found Haldir the most interesting with his silver hair. He was yanking on the strands as he had done with Celeborn.
“Your son has quite the grip,” Haldir said, wincing slightly.
“I know…” Erestor started but at the sound of his voice Calanmir turned.
“Ada Ada!” He cried, trying to get to his father and crawling straight for him. Erestor shoved his black robes out of the way and got down on his knees for easier access. Lifting his son who wrapped his arms around his neck. He still wondered why he caused such a reaction in the babe.
“Well, now that we are all here we can get started,” Elrond began. “Now Erestor, tell everyone you lied and where this lover of yours is really hiding so we can all go about our lives.”
The slap Galadriel landed on Elrond shocked them all.
“Clearly you can’t be trusted to lead this meeting. Have you forgotten the meaning of impartial?”
“You…you slapped me?” Elrond asked in shock as Glorfindel sniggered.
“I did. And if you speak again you will most likely cause me to strike you again,” Galadriel warned. Elrond opened his mouth to respond but decided against it. “Good.”
“Now Erestor, I need you to simply state what happened. No one will judge you…” Erestor cast a sharp look at Elrond. “I will deal with him, just speak freely.”
Erestor stared at his hands for a moment, not sure where to begin. He glanced up and looked at Elladan who was paying total attention to him. Glorfindel’s hand slipped under the table and took his own.
“I didn’t even want to go to the celebration…in that ugly blue monstrosity none the less…I still don’t know why Elrond ordered me to.”
Glorfindel watched as Erestor slept, loath to wake him but they had an hour until the meeting or trial or whatever it was. Walking over to the bed he lightly touched Erestor’s shoulder.
“Erestor, you have to get up.”
“No,” the Elf mumbled and pulled the sheet over his head.
“Erestor, you must. You have to get ready.”
A Dwarvish curse and the sheet was pulled back as Erestor rubbed his eyes and looked up at Glorfindel.
“See?” he asked with a grin. “Was that so hard?”
“No but sitting up will be. Help me you oaf.”
“Oh, how I missed your lovely voice,” Glorfindel said and moved to help Erestor out of bed. “Hungry?”
“Yes,” Erestor said and walked into the bathroom.
Erestor woke to a strange tugging sensation. Opening his eyes he looked down to see his son pulling on his hair as if he indeed did want to wake him. Smiling as he lifted his son into his arms, the baby gurgled and drooled slightly and Erestor’s smile just increased, as he had no idea of the stress going on outside his doors.
“Elrond, we really…” Thranduil started entering the office.
“Not now Thranduil. I’m sorry…”
“But this is serious…”
“So is this. Erestor’s child is missing.”
“Who would take a baby?” Thranduil asked, surprised.
“That is the problem,” Elrond said as Figwit rushed back into the office.
“Melcer…Belgor…or whatever his name is, is still in his cell. He has no idea anything is amiss.”