Title: His Return
Author: Vesta
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: They do not belong to me. No matter how hard I try,
they still do not belong to me. The song is Lucky by Bif Naked.
Summary: Someone returns.
A/N: This is part of the song fic series that I had been writing.
This one is for Nemesi. I hope you enjoy sweetie! Love, Vesta
It was a Monday, when my lover told me,
"Never pay the Reaper with love only."
What could I say to you except " I love you"
and "I'd give my life for yours."
"Erestor!"
I watched as Erestor looked up from his work, his eyes meeting mine
as I rushed into his office.
"Yes Elrond, what is it?"
I waved the missive in front of him. "Tomorrow. Tomorrow a great
warrior will be arriving to make his home in Imladris."
Erestor frowned. "A great warrior? Who My Lord?"
I shrugged sheepishly. "I know not Erestor. I only know that we
have been asked to make ready for his arrival. A great feast will
be given to welcome him to his new home. I need to go and make
chambers ready for him in the family wing."
I KNOW WE ARE..WE ARE THE LUCKY ONES.
I KNOW WE ARE..WE ARE THE LUCKY ONES.
I KNOW WE ARE..WE ARE THE LUCKY ONES, DEAR.
Erestor simply nodded, his face blank as always behind the mask he
has erected. I watch his black clad form leave the office and
frown.
Black, always black. I have asked him in the past why he chooses to
dress in the colors of mourning at all times and he had simply
replied, `Because I mourn.' Through the years I had finally gotten
from him that he was in perpetual mourning for a lover lost. A
warrior who had fallen while defending his home and people.
When I had first laid eyes upon Erestor was in Lindon. I had found
him next to a river, blade in hand, watching crimson blood flow from
the gash in his arm. He had looked up at me, tears in his eyes and
then collapsed. I had immediately gathered him into my arms and
carried him to the Healing Houses. There we tentatively started a
friendship. One that had grown by leaps and bounds, bringing us to
where we are now. I shook myself out of my reverie of thoughts and
made my way to the kitchens. We had a welcoming feast to prepare
for.
We received a runner stating that the contingent of riders that were
escorting the warrior were less than an hour from the gates of
Imladris. Erestor and I quickly rushed to our rooms to make ready,
me admonishing him to wear something other than his somber black,
knowing he would not listen.
The first time we made love, I..I wasn't sober.
(and you told me you loved me over, and over)
How can I ever love another, when I miss you every day...
Remember the time we made love in the roses?
(and you took sketched my picture in all sorts of poses!)
How can I ever get over you, when I'd give my life for yours
We met in the foyer and together walked to the top steps of the
courtyard to welcome our newest member. The hoof beats were near
and all of Imladris had turned out to welcome the warrior. My eyes
widened when they finally came into the courtyard, pennants snapping
in the breeze.
Before us was a warrior dressed in shining gold armor, his helm upon
his head. He was broad in shoulder and lean of hip and rode upon a
great white stallion that was armored in gold himself. Golden hair
peeked out from under the helm and was lifted in wisps about the
warriors face. I stepped forward, Erestor standing to might right
and slightly behind me as I welcomed him.
"Welcome to Imladris my warrior friend. We welcome you among
friends and family and hope that you make this your home
permanently."
The warrior bowed his head and dismounted and then striding towards
me, unsheathed his sword, turning it so that the hilt was presented
towards me. The warrior went down on his right knee, his head bowed
and held the sword up.
I KNOW WE ARE..WE ARE THE LUCKY ONES.
I KNOW WE ARE..WE ARE THE LUCKY ONES.
I KNOW WE ARE..WE ARE THE LUCKY ONES.
I KNOW WE ARE..WE ARE THE LUCKY ONES, DEAR.
"I present my sword arm to you Lord Elrond, son of Earendil and
Elwing. I offer myself and my services to you, swearing my
allegiance to you, your family and your lands."
Though I was surprised to have him swearing his allegiance so
quickly and without even knowing his name, I could not turn him
away. I reached out and touched my hand to the hilt of his sword.
"I accept your swearing to me and welcome you to the ranks of my
warriors. Rise now and present yourself to me."
The warrior did so, his head still bowed as he removed his helm.
His golden hair was braided in an ancient warrior's way, the rest
blowing in the breeze about his face. He lifted his eyes to mine
and I felt lost in their cerulean blue depths.
My dear,
Its time to say I thank God for you.
I thank God for you in each and every single way.
And I know...I know... I know... I know...its time
to let you know. Time to let you know. Time to
let you know. Time to sit here and say:
"I am Glorfindel of Gondolin, Lord of the House of the Golden Flower
returned from the Halls of Mandos to serve you and your Realm My
Lord."
Aye, to say I was shocked was an understatement, but what happened
next shocked me even more. I heard a gasp come from my right and
turned to look at Erestor. I grew worried, at seeing the pallor of
my Chief Advisor's skin. He had gone extremely pale and his eyes
were wide as he looked at the imposing warrior before us.
"Glorfindel." He whispered softly as blue eyes turned to his and
widened.
"Erestor?" Was whispered back just as softly.
"Glorfindel!" Was cried out suddenly with extreme happiness and my
own eyes widened and I know my jaw dropped as I was my prim and
proper stoic councilor launch himself into the arms of this warrior
Glorfindel.
I KNOW WE ARE..WE ARE THE LUCKY ONES.
I KNOW WE ARE..WE ARE THE LUCKY ONES.
I KNOW WE ARE..WE ARE THE LUCKY ONES.
I KNOW WE ARE..WE ARE THE LUCKY ONES, DEAR
I watched as strong warrior's arms wrapped around the petite body of
Erestor, holding him tightly and yet so gently. I watched on in awe
as the two elves, one gold and one ebon looked deep into one
another's eyes, tears welling up before this warrior laid a claiming
kiss onto the red soft lips of my Chief Advisor.
That night at the feast, I was told the story of their love in
Gondolin by my Advisor who I had not seen smile in millennia. A
friend who had shocked one and all, not only with his display when
Glorfindel first arrived, but by showing up to the feast with his
lost husband wearing bright red robes in celebration of his love
being returned to him.
I had never seen him shine so brightly than he did that night.
We are the lucky ones, dear...
~fin~