Title: Reunion
Author: Larien Elengasse
Type: FPS
Characters: Glorfindel/Erestor
Rating: PG
Archive: Rhovanion, OEAM, Mirrormere, Melethryn,
Library of Moria. All others please ask.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, they are
the property of JRR Tolkien and his estate, and I am
sure he would be horrified if he read this.
Feedback: Yes please, larienelengasse@yahoo.com
Author's Notes: Glorfindel and Erestor just won't
leave me alone. Inspired by the passionate,
desperate, angry, and beautiful music by Melissa
Etheridge. A companion piece to "Run" and "Coming
Home".
Summary: Glorfindel comes home.


Ithil danced her slow dance across the sky, bathing
the valley of Imladris in her silver light. Two
lovers, one waiting, one running, illuminated in her
glow. They say the moon is for lovers. Never were
there two lovers more needful of her guidance than
Glorfindel and Erestor.

A wager, years ago, made as a jest, a challenge
between two headstrong males was the harbinger of an
event that would change them both forever. What began
as a tryst grew into a love that would shape these old
warriors and change them for all time.

On a cold winter night, that love hung in the air like
an unspoken promise waiting to be born, waiting to
take flight and soar into the heavens.

* * * *

Erestor stood upon his terrace, swathed in heavy black
robes, his hair unbound, hanging like a curtain of
pitch around his pale face. Silver eyes pierced the
night, performing their nightly ritual, searching for
the one who held their master's heart. His long
fingers encircled the stone railing, heedless of the
cold and the snow that began to fall. The scraping of
dry leaves against stone filled his ears, the soft
whisper of the winter wind setting them to dance in
the moonlight.

Where was he? Erestor wondered. Was he cold? Was he
sleeping or did he stare up at the same moon?

"You cannot stay away forever," he whispered into the
cold night, "and I am very, very patient."

* * * *

Under the winter moon, the trees cast long shadows,
the wind whistled in Glorfindel's ears as his mount
flew over the hard packed earth. A dusting of snow
covered the ground, delicate flakes landing on his
face and melting as he raced toward the Last Homely
House.

"Do not be too late," he whispered to himself.
"Please do not be too late..."

The ground blurred beneath him as he urged his horse
on.

* * * *

Erestor's fingers tightened around the stone railing
even before his ears registered the sound. Bells.
Bright silver bells ringing upon the wind. Without a
word, Erestor turned and ran. His robes billowed
behind him, caressing the smooth stone floor as he
flew down the corridor to the grand staircase.

The heavy wooden door banged open as he dashed into
the night. Down the path, thirty six stairs, one
landing, twenty five more, and he would be there.

The bells grew louder, accompanied by the clattering
of hooves. Erestor skipped over steps four at a time
as he ran faster than he ever had. Not even the
wolves of Angband had lit such a fire in him.

"I'm coming, my lion," he panted, "almost there..."

* * * *

The stream, two curves, then the gates. "Almost home
now," Glorfindel breathed. "I'm coming, my raven."

The great white stallion leapt over the stream as
though he had wings, his stride collecting as he
navigated the sharp curves in the path with ease.

* * * *

His boots sent a thin layer of snow aloft as he
thudded heavily on the first landing. His limbs were
tingling, his heart racing as the white stallion
thundered through the gate. He was six steps from the
bottom as Glorfindel hit the ground running - running
toward him.

Erestor leapt from the stairs and Glorfindel caught
him in his arms. The warrior buried his face in the
raven hair he had dreamt about as he swung the
counselor in a wide arc.

"I love you, Erestor," he breathed.

Erestor laughed as he threw his arms around his
lover's neck.

Glorfindel sat his beloved down, smiling through his
tears as Erestor caressed his face. Lights flickered
on in windows, heads popping out of doors, as Erestor
shouted...

"I love you, Glorfindel!"

Glorfindel laughed and picked him up again, answering
with as much passion as anyone had ever heard...

"I love you, Erestor!"

On a cold winter night in a hidden valley, two old
warriors found each other for the first time in over
an age. That night everything changed for Glorfindel
and Erestor, and they were never the same. Some say
the moon smiled...

~Finis