Fate Denied, Fate Found, parts 4-5/5 (Glorfindel/Erestor, R); for Lady Mirfain
Title: Fate Denied, Fate Found, parts 4 and 5
Author: Amber (lackam)
Beta: Oli
Type: FPS, AU
Rating: R
Pairing: Glorfindel/Erestor
Disclaimer: All main characters belong to Tolkien; I am just borrowing them for now.
Summary: Glorfindel has to fight for his place in life after his father tries to dictate his life.
For Lady Mirfain (aperfectdot)
Requesting:
Pairing(s)/Character(s): pairing of two the following, writer's choice: Erestor, Glorfindel, Haldir, Orophin, Rumil, Elladan, Elrohir
Scenario/Prompt: love story with angst, fluff, and romance. nc-17 is great but not necessary. Plot and story line is more important. Want a look into their love life, how they deal with separation, or what happens if one sails before the other. maybe a reunion or two. Anything like that is good.
Squicks/Dislikes: no rape, bdsm, no incest of any form.
The feast was boring but attendance was expected as it honored the visit of dignitaries from Númenor. While unhappy with the men’s claiming of land in the North and dominance over the men they came across, the King was unwilling at that time to complain too much. The Edain were wise enough to not infringe upon the King’s land or those who claimed they were the King’s men. It also helped their case that he saw them as extended family.
Erestor and Elrond sat at the end of the High King’s table watching as the King laughed and entertained the dignitaries.
“They are trouble,” Elrond said as he watched the interaction. “They have fallen far from the people who followed my brother.”
“No,” Erestor responded, “There were bad ones among those who followed your brother also. He kept them hidden from you but he knew of their existence.”
“I am not so innocent as to not know that,” Elrond snapped in irritation.
“No, you still believe in the absolute power of good too much,” came the weary response.”
“What made you so cynical? Why are you always so negative? I don’t remember you being that way when I was younger,” Elrond wanted to know.
“It is a long story that is only partly mine to tell,” Erestor answered. “One day, maybe, I will tell you but for now my cynicism stands us in good stead. Besides you were too young to realize the truth.”
“I will wait for the tale but do not give up hope,” he pleaded, “for me.”
Erestor just stared at him for a minute before giving a gentle nod. Glorfindel was gone, but he could endure for Elrond. It was all he had left.
Erestor rose high in the King’s standing over the years, training as a senior advisor and ensuring he and Elrond stayed together. It was during this time that Elrond convinced him to train as a scout. Together they made many trips and scouted through most of the know lands as well as a few uncharted ones where they were mostly greeted with fear. It was on one of these trips that they stopped in Belfalas on their way back and Elrond first saw Celebrían. Erestor recognized the look in Elrond’s eyes as one he remembered seeing on Ecthelion’s face whenever he looked at Glorfindel before he gave up hope. He stood back and watched as the look changed to one of despair.
“Now you understand,” Erestor told them as they followed the rode north heading back to Lindon. Elrond was so shocked that he stopped and stared after his friend.
“Who?” he demanded to know as he began to realize the truth.
“Glorfindel,” came the quiet answer knowing that it would answer many of Elrond’s questions. He hoped there were not many more.
“I am sorry,” Elrond said as he rode beside Erestor. He would ask no further questions as he could see what a painful subject it was for his friend. Instead, they would take what comfort they could from each other for it was doubtful that the elves would ever agree to allow him to marry his heart’s desire.
Time passed and Sauron rose to great evil. King Gil-Galad sent a small force led by his herald Elrond to the aid of Celebrimbor’s city of Ost-in-Edhil. Elrond took Erestor with him for both scouting and in case he needed additional political support as not all who lived within the city acknowledged his right to be an elf. They arrived too late to prevent the fall of the city but engaged the enemy anyway in an attempt to allow Lord Celeborn’s forces to regroup. They also gathered as many of the fleeing citizen of the city together as they could. Heading north into the mountains, they were able to eventually evade Sauron’s army long enough to find shelter in a hidden valley.
The valley was well supplied naturally and a permanent settlement grew up under the leadership of Lords Elrond, Celeborn, and Erestor. The King arrived accompanied by an army of Númenóreans bringing Lord Celeborn’s family so that Elrond was once again in the presence of his heart’s desire.
“Do not do this to yourself,” Erestor cautioned Elrond one evening as they watched the ladies of the valley dance to the bright music supplied by an impromptu gathering of musicians. “You know your suit will never be accepted.”
“The Lady Galadriel has made it more than clear to me that she seeks the High King as a mate for her daughter,” Elrond answered quietly. “She told me bluntly that my suit would not be accepted.”
“I am sorry,” was all his friend could say. “She could have been more tactful and caring of your feelings.”
“She has been no crueler than any other mother who did not approve of my heritage,” responded. “Surely you know of what I speak.”
“I do but not in the same way or for the same reasons,” Erestor explained. “Glorfindel was kept from bonding with me because his father had bonded him to an ellith his family knew many years before his majority. When we approached King Turgon with our request to live together despite the bond, we were told no. The only explanation given was that it was important for Glorfindel.”
Elrond just nodded his head as he filed away the few facts of Erestor’s history. Slowly over time small bits of his story came out as they traveled and lived together. He stilled wondered if he would ever know the whole story. He also wondered if even Erestor knew the whole story.
“It is time for you to tell Ingwë,” Námo told the Elder King as the Valar sat in one of Taniquetil’s reception rooms for a meeting.
“Why now, there is so much going on, can it not wait?” Varda asked. “You are not planning on releasing Glorfindel any time soon are you?”
“I released him some time ago,” came the surprising reply. It was not often that the Valar found themselves surprised, even by one of their own. “He is actually almost ready to leave Loríen.”
“Námo is right in that it is time Ingwë knew the truth about his counselor,” Manwë answered for him. “We should never have let the situation go on for this long. Because we have left it, others who need not be hurt will be.”
“There were other more important issues to be dealt with at the time,” Ulmo interjected. “What do you plan to do? Will Glorfindel be sentenced to Mando’s Halls in keeping with Míriel‘s example?”
“Is he not the innocent party in all of this?” Oromë asked. “I do not feel comfortable punishing him that way for something beyond his control.”
“This is what we must decide,” Manwë told them. “First we make Ingwë aware of the situation thought. They are both his people and he will want a say in whatever we decide. We can discuss our options as Eönwë summons the King.”
Ingwë was in a state of shock as he walked down the hill back to his palace. If there was ever a case of being blind sided he had just experienced it. He was having trouble coming to terms with the fact that one of his senior counselors, and his son who was a junior counselor, had deceived him to such an extent for so long. As he considered the situation he realized that he had been deceived by more than just they as there had to have been a measure of cover up involved. Slowly his shock turned to anger as he asked himself more questions. He began to wonder what other lies he had been told.
The King retreated to his private study to consider the situation and cool his temper before facing his family. The longer he contemplated the situation, the bigger the mess he saw. There would be plenty of hurt to go around when the situation was addressed. He began to realize that this whole situation was beyond his ability to solve. Not only was his own kingdom involved but the Noldor also, including the royal family. This thought brought to mind his own connections therein making him realized that he would have to recluse himself from solving this problem. With a final sigh he decided to turn the whole matter over to the Valar and bow to any decision they came to. He only hoped that the problem could be solved without causing vast unrest among the kingdoms.
Two weeks later Glorfindel was escorted from Loríen to Taniquetil by several Maia wearing the insignia of Manwë. When told where he was being taken, he asked if he was to be tried and judged in the Máhanaxar before being sent back to the Halls of Mando’s. His guards would not answer only saying that he was being taking to the palace on the mountain. They saw few and spoke with none on the way leaving Glorfindel to fear the worst. Upon their arrival he was placed in a side parlor where food and drink awaited him. Told to refresh himself and rest he was left alone.
Below the mountain, beyond Valimar, slowly the Ring of Doom began to fill. Word had been sung out on street corners by Maiar and notices hung of a trial to be held. While none were compelled to appear, all were encouraged to attend. At dawn on the third day after the notices went up, the Kings of the Eldar were seen to enter and take their places between the thrones in the ring. All quieted as they waited to find out what was going on. As the thrones began to shimmer with lights announcing the arrival of the Valar, all fell to their knees.
“Rise,” Eönwë called out at a motion from his Lord. After everyone had settled, he pulled out a scroll and read out the primary charges as the accused were led into the center of the ring. There was much muttering and shocked exclamations as the identities of the accused were revealed to be several of King Ingwë’s counselors and their families. None could believe the long list of charges leveled at them.
“How do you answer these charges?” Manwë asked after everyone had settled again.
“I say we are innocent of all of the charges,” Glorfindel’s father answered for all. “My wife and youngest son ran away years ago to return to her Noldorean family and I have not heard from them since. I believe that they followed Finwë’s eldest in their wicked ways to the outer lands. I and my other children have carried on with our lives despite this abandonment with much success. Why do we stand here accused of these heinous crimes?”
“Because they are true father,” came the calm answer from a big Elvin warrior who emerged from the space beside Lord Námo’s throne. “And I have the paperwork to prove it.”
Shocked silence settled over all as Glorfindel walked into the center of the ring to confront his family. At a signal from the High King, Eönwë retrieved Glorfindel and pulled him to stand before him facing into the ring.
“Where is your mother?” Glorfindel’s father managed to ask in his shock at seeing his youngest son.
“She resides in my halls and has since a short time after she ran away from your abuse,” Lord Námo answered. At a signal from Varda, he continued. “Nimdae, step forward please.”
A very tall and slim ellon was pulled from the arms of his mother, Vantanya, by a Maian guard as she tried to prevent him from going forward. After he had been placed before Glorfindel, Námo continued.
“Nimdae, greet your sire,” he said.
Glorfindel’s eyes widen and he looked to Vantanya for confirmation. When he saw that she could not look him in the eye he knew it was the truth. Looking back to the ellon standing in front of him, he felt sorry for him and wondered who else would be hurt in all of this. Maybe it was better for him to return to the Halls and stay like his mother had decided.
The trial proceeded quickly after that as Glorfindel’s father realized that the lies he had built to protect his reputation were all known. He made one attempt to place the blame on the Noldorean royal family and its troubles but was quickly reminded that his path has been set in motion before the exile, and subsequent death of King Finwë. Glorfindel watched as several families and individuals involved in the cover up were destroyed in the clearing of his and his mother’s reputations. In the end, most of the accused were sent to Loríen while his father, brother, and wife were turned over to Lord Námo for punishment. Nimdae went to Loríen with his mother’s family without ever saying a word to his sire.
Eönwë led a musing Glorfindel from the ring and turned him over to another Maia with orders to bring him to the Taniquetil. As Glorfindel followed the Maia one question burned over and over in his head. More than anything, he wanted to know why it was so important to clear his name. Upon arrival he was led to the gardens were the Valar waited.
Bowing before Manwë once again, he patiently waited for his presence to be acknowledged.
“Ask your questions child,” Manwë finally said to him as the others turned to watch.
“Why?” he began. “Why was it so important to destroy all of those people?”
“Our primary intent was to clear your name,” came the answer. “In doing so we were able to right several other wrongs as well as send a message to the Eldar that we are watching but that their mistakes are theirs to make. Those elves made their own choices to do what they did Glorfindel; you are not to blame for their behavior.”
“Does that include Nimdae?” Glorfindel asked in anger. “He is an innocent in all of this. He did not even know the truth until Lord Námo spoke it.”
“We regret the hurt done to him but it is better he knows the truth,” Lord Námo spoke up. “He was already beginning to ask question that were uncomfortable for the family.”
“I and my people will take care of him and see that he is taught the truth,” Lord Irmo explained.
“But why?” Glorfindel continued to ask. “Why was it so important to make this public?”
“You would not have known as you were not here but your family has done its best to smear your name and then forget you,” Varda chose to explain. “This would have had to be addressed and corrected whenever you returned or you would find living here unbearable.”
“Then there is the fact that we need you to have a spotless reputation,” Manwë continued. “It is important for the task we have set for you.”
“What task?” Glorfindel asked in weariness. This was all proving to be too much for him to take in. All he wanted was for it to be all over.
“We would like you to return to Arda Marred for us and be a beacon of hope,” was the unexpected answer. “They need to know they are not forgotten. You are much revered there and could do much to bolster everyone’s hope.”
Glorfindel looked at the High King in surprise but then slowly nodded his head in agreement.
Manwë came and hugged him as he whispered thank you into his ear. He then explained that he would be taken to Valimar tonight to rest before continuing on in the morning to Loríen. From there, Eönwë would begin training him to ensure he was ready to face the darkness of the outer lands. Then he would have further lessons in diplomacy in King Ingwe’s court before coming before them again. Kissing him gently on the forehead, he released Glorfindel to be lead away by Ilmarë. All Glorfindel thought about as he followed Varda’s handmaiden down the mountain was of Erestor. By returning to Arda Marred, he could be reunited with his love.
- Part 5 -
The next few centuries passed quickly for Glorfindel as he was trained in all kinds of weapon use and tactics by Eönwë and his warriors. Why he needed to be proficient in so many different types of combat was beyond him but he gladly accepted as much training as he could handle. He was also trained to use his mental abilities to sense evil of different kinds from long distances if needed. Along with physical conditioning and military training Glorfindel was brought up to date on the political and social situations of both Aman and the outer lands. After his training had been declared complete Eönwë escorted him to King Ingwë’s palace where he was assigned to the King’s trusted senior advisor. Here he spent many years relearning the ins and outs of court life while the different counselors and ministers filled in the gaps in knowledge he possessed.
Glorfindel remembered that he had not been known for his use of tact before in Gondolin and that also proved true here. Such was his tactlessness that he found himself sentenced to several years under Nienna learning to hold his tongue when he could not say something nice. Upon his return he served the High King as an advisor for several years before being sent to the other kingdoms to serve under their Kings while learning the different ways of their people. While in Tirion he was faced with many questions about what was happening in the Outer Lands which he answered to the best of his ability. Realizing the interest, he approached Arafinwë about what the Maiar had told him and suggested that an appeal be made to the Valar for regular updates on both elves and the lands across the sea.
After another century of traveling with various Maiar through the outer edges of Aman’s open kingdoms learning from their people, Glorfindel was recalled to the capital to serve Ingwë for a while. One day he was summoned to Taniquetil to appear before the Valar. Following King Ingwë up the mountain, he hoped to find out why he was being trained in the way he was. He was further puzzled when they found Kings Olwë and Arafinwë waiting in the study they were asked to wait in. A few minutes later there were led into a large reception hall where they kneeled before all of the Valar.
“Rise children,” Manwë said as he signaled Eönwë to bring in the other elves who were waiting. Glorfindel stiffened when he saw his brother and Vantanya being led before Manwë.
“Why are they here?” Glorfindel asked in a cold voice.
“That is enough Glorfindel,” Manwë censored him. “They are here because the matter of your bonding still has to be resolved. For all intents and purposes Vantanya is married to two elves.”
“I choose to stay with Limenin,” Vantanya said in a rush.
“The choice is not yours to make child,” Lord Námo spoke from his place beside Lord Ulmo. “You lost that right when you broke Eru’s law.”
“I did not choose to marry Glorfindel,” she shouted in panic. “The bond was forced by his father.”
“Are you saying that your father would not have agreed to the match had you spoken up?” Námo asked deceptively.
“I never told my father that I loved Limenin thinking I was going to be bonded with him that night,” she answered. “It was too late; everything was a done deal by the time I was taken to their house.”
“Are you sure of that?” Námo asked as his voice became colder. “If I remember correctly, the vows were not spoken until after you were at their house.”
“I thought…” she began before being cut off by the Lady Varda.
“Child, are you really going to stand there and argue that you did nothing wrong?” she demanded. “Did you not bond with Limenin even though you were already bonded to Glorfindel? What gave you the right to do that?”
“And what of you Limenin?” Aule asked. “Why did you bond with your brother’s wife?” We have heard nothing from you yet?”
“He left,” came the sneering answer. “Why should he be accorded anything? He left Aman and lost his rights.”
“Glorfindel lost nothing,” Lord Ulmo interjected in anger. “You did not even know he had left with the Noldor until after your father received a note from Arafinwë that neither your brother, not your mother were in Aman any longer. By then, you were already bonded.”
“I was pregnant, he wasn’t here, I needed help,” Vantanya interjected in her own defense. “Our bonding was not valid anyway.”
“What do you mean not valid?” Lady Varda asked in surprise.
“His father never called on the Valar to bless the bond,” Vantanya answered. “We were not truly bonded.”
“You bonded the moment you consummated the bond,” Námo explained. “You were not threatened like Glorfindel was so you could have stopped it. Also, while our name was not invoked, Eru’s was.”
“So what are you going to do to him?” he asked. “Will he go to Mando’s Halls like Mírel?”
“Why should we punish Glorfindel, he has done nothing wrong,” Lady Varda wanted to know.
“He doesn’t matter, he never has,” Limenin said. “We matter more.”
There was silence for a moment after Limenin spoke as his words sunk in.
“And that is the crux of the matter is it not?” Lord Manwë asked. “Tell me child, have you always felt this way? And you Vantanya, why were your wishes more important than anyone else’s?”
Silence reined as no answer was forth coming. Finally Limenin spoke.
“That is the way things have always been,” he said. “He never mattered because he did not meet father’s standards. He was never wanted.”
Glorfindel turned and headed for the door but was stopped by King Ingwë who pulled him into his arms.
“I have heard enough,” Lord Námo said as he returned to his seat.
Manwë looked Námo in the eye for a few minutes before nodding his head.
“Glorfindel, Vantanya, Limenin, face Lord Námo,” Lord Manwë ordered, then signaled for the sentence to be read.
“Vantanya, your actions were inexcusable,” Lord Námo began. “You could have stopped the bond by telling your father but did not. You suspected that Limenin’s father did not consider you a suitable mate for his firstborn so decided to advance your status any way you could including bonding with his younger brother. Then you compounded your crime by bonding with Limenin and producing offspring.”
“Limenin,” he continued. “Your dismissal of the laws is disturbing in one who is a counselor to King Ingwe. You willingly committed your crime not caring of the consequences to your younger brother. Indeed, it appears that you bonded with the intent to harm your brother should he ever return.”
“Glorfindel, your bond to Vantanya was severed when she bonded with Limenin. It is noted that you did not know of your broken bond and kept yourself pure without a hit of impropriety. Therefore, Eru has dictated the following dooms; Glorfindel, you are free of your bond and encouraged to seek another. It is hoped that one day you will develop a relationship with your son. Vantanya, Limenin, you will both be joining me in my Halls. You have much to learn and atone for.”
“But our elflings?” Vantanya began in protest.
“Your young ones are all well past their majorities,” Lord Manwë interceded. “They will spend time in Loríen until they have come to terms with what you have done. Then they will continue their lives with the help of other family members. They will not be held responsible for what you have done.”
Vantanya and Limenin were led out of the chamber by two of Námo’s Maiar while most of the Valar disappeared signaling the end of the meeting. Glorfindel still stood before Námo’s throne in shock from all that had happened. Finally, after giving him time to collect himself, Manwë called him.
“I am well pleased with your training, you have learned much and preformed very well,” he began. “It is time now for you to return.”
Glorfindel listened as he was told that he would sail in three months time with another they were sending that had his own mission. Finally, drinks were served and they were released to return to King Ingwë’s palace.
The next morning, Glorfindel ignored all questions as he began to prepare himself for his trip. On the morning that he left, he sent a short note to his son in Loríen explaining where he was going and the hope that they could develop some kind of relationship upon his return.
Erestor grumbled as they entered Mithlond. It had rained the whole way from Imladris. Why Elrond had demanded that he go to Mithlond to meet and interview a new Captain of the Guard was beyond him. One would think that an applicant would understand that he had to come to Imladris for the job. How this person had persuaded Elrond to allow this he did not know, but said person was going to regret it. As he made his way to Cirdan’s house he hoped that both a hot meal and bath waited. This candidate could wait until he was rested and ready to receive him.
Glorfindel watched from an upstairs window as Erestor rode up to the steps and was greeted by Cirdan. It was clear he was in a bad mood. He decided to wait until the next morning to make his presence know. He spent a long night wondering if there was any hope of resurrecting their relationship after over an age had past.
The next morning dawned clear and sunny as Erestor made his way to the dining table. Greeting Cirdan, Erestor asked after the one he was supposed to be interviewing. Cirdan just smiled and said he would send him along to meet Erestor in his office after the meal ended. Nodding, he asked for the latest news as he ate his breakfast of fruit and bread.
Erestor had been waiting for over an hour when the door to the study finally opened and an ellon in a hooded cloak entered.
“It is about time, I have waited over an hour for you,” the counselor snapped,
“Actually, I think you have waited much longer,” Glorfindel said as he threw back the hood to the cloak.
Erestor just stared in shock. Finally, Glorfindel walked forward and laid his hand along Erestor’s cheek.
“How?” he stammered as Glorfindel drew him into a hug.
“The Valar needed a sign to the people in Arda Marred that said they were not forgotten, and I was chosen.” Glorfindel answered. Drawing back he asked, “Are you not glad to see me?”
All Erestor could do was cry as he collapsed into Glorfindel’s arms. He had thought they would never be together again. After several minutes he drew back.
“So, are you actually applying for the job as Captain of the Guard, or was that all a ruse,” he wanted to know.
“It was left to my discretion as to where I go or settle, if I did,” Glorfindel answered him. “After talking with Cirdan, I decided to apply to Imladris. It is located in an ideal location to coordinate events as needed. Cirdan told me about Elrond so I decided to at least go there and see how everything worked out. He told me about the job and arranged with Elrond to have you sent. I wanted a chance to see you and hopefully work things out between ourselves.”
“But are you still bonded?” Erestor ask as he pulled himself from Glorfindel’s arms. “Will we have to live with the same restrictions as before? I do not know if I can do that again.”
“I am free Erestor,” he answered. “I can explain everything as we ride to Imladris, but Manwë assured me I am free to bond.”
Erestor looked Glorfindel in the eyes for several minutes before going to the desk and pouring two glasses of wine. Handing one to Glorfindel, he proposed a toast.
“To fate; once denied to us and ended, but now found and renewed.”
Author: Amber (lackam)
Beta: Oli
Type: FPS, AU
Rating: R
Pairing: Glorfindel/Erestor
Disclaimer: All main characters belong to Tolkien; I am just borrowing them for now.
Summary: Glorfindel has to fight for his place in life after his father tries to dictate his life.
For Lady Mirfain (aperfectdot)
Requesting:
Pairing(s)/Character(s): pairing of two the following, writer's choice: Erestor, Glorfindel, Haldir, Orophin, Rumil, Elladan, Elrohir
Scenario/Prompt: love story with angst, fluff, and romance. nc-17 is great but not necessary. Plot and story line is more important. Want a look into their love life, how they deal with separation, or what happens if one sails before the other. maybe a reunion or two. Anything like that is good.
Squicks/Dislikes: no rape, bdsm, no incest of any form.
The feast was boring but attendance was expected as it honored the visit of dignitaries from Númenor. While unhappy with the men’s claiming of land in the North and dominance over the men they came across, the King was unwilling at that time to complain too much. The Edain were wise enough to not infringe upon the King’s land or those who claimed they were the King’s men. It also helped their case that he saw them as extended family.
Erestor and Elrond sat at the end of the High King’s table watching as the King laughed and entertained the dignitaries.
“They are trouble,” Elrond said as he watched the interaction. “They have fallen far from the people who followed my brother.”
“No,” Erestor responded, “There were bad ones among those who followed your brother also. He kept them hidden from you but he knew of their existence.”
“I am not so innocent as to not know that,” Elrond snapped in irritation.
“No, you still believe in the absolute power of good too much,” came the weary response.”
“What made you so cynical? Why are you always so negative? I don’t remember you being that way when I was younger,” Elrond wanted to know.
“It is a long story that is only partly mine to tell,” Erestor answered. “One day, maybe, I will tell you but for now my cynicism stands us in good stead. Besides you were too young to realize the truth.”
“I will wait for the tale but do not give up hope,” he pleaded, “for me.”
Erestor just stared at him for a minute before giving a gentle nod. Glorfindel was gone, but he could endure for Elrond. It was all he had left.
Erestor rose high in the King’s standing over the years, training as a senior advisor and ensuring he and Elrond stayed together. It was during this time that Elrond convinced him to train as a scout. Together they made many trips and scouted through most of the know lands as well as a few uncharted ones where they were mostly greeted with fear. It was on one of these trips that they stopped in Belfalas on their way back and Elrond first saw Celebrían. Erestor recognized the look in Elrond’s eyes as one he remembered seeing on Ecthelion’s face whenever he looked at Glorfindel before he gave up hope. He stood back and watched as the look changed to one of despair.
“Now you understand,” Erestor told them as they followed the rode north heading back to Lindon. Elrond was so shocked that he stopped and stared after his friend.
“Who?” he demanded to know as he began to realize the truth.
“Glorfindel,” came the quiet answer knowing that it would answer many of Elrond’s questions. He hoped there were not many more.
“I am sorry,” Elrond said as he rode beside Erestor. He would ask no further questions as he could see what a painful subject it was for his friend. Instead, they would take what comfort they could from each other for it was doubtful that the elves would ever agree to allow him to marry his heart’s desire.
Time passed and Sauron rose to great evil. King Gil-Galad sent a small force led by his herald Elrond to the aid of Celebrimbor’s city of Ost-in-Edhil. Elrond took Erestor with him for both scouting and in case he needed additional political support as not all who lived within the city acknowledged his right to be an elf. They arrived too late to prevent the fall of the city but engaged the enemy anyway in an attempt to allow Lord Celeborn’s forces to regroup. They also gathered as many of the fleeing citizen of the city together as they could. Heading north into the mountains, they were able to eventually evade Sauron’s army long enough to find shelter in a hidden valley.
The valley was well supplied naturally and a permanent settlement grew up under the leadership of Lords Elrond, Celeborn, and Erestor. The King arrived accompanied by an army of Númenóreans bringing Lord Celeborn’s family so that Elrond was once again in the presence of his heart’s desire.
“Do not do this to yourself,” Erestor cautioned Elrond one evening as they watched the ladies of the valley dance to the bright music supplied by an impromptu gathering of musicians. “You know your suit will never be accepted.”
“The Lady Galadriel has made it more than clear to me that she seeks the High King as a mate for her daughter,” Elrond answered quietly. “She told me bluntly that my suit would not be accepted.”
“I am sorry,” was all his friend could say. “She could have been more tactful and caring of your feelings.”
“She has been no crueler than any other mother who did not approve of my heritage,” responded. “Surely you know of what I speak.”
“I do but not in the same way or for the same reasons,” Erestor explained. “Glorfindel was kept from bonding with me because his father had bonded him to an ellith his family knew many years before his majority. When we approached King Turgon with our request to live together despite the bond, we were told no. The only explanation given was that it was important for Glorfindel.”
Elrond just nodded his head as he filed away the few facts of Erestor’s history. Slowly over time small bits of his story came out as they traveled and lived together. He stilled wondered if he would ever know the whole story. He also wondered if even Erestor knew the whole story.
“It is time for you to tell Ingwë,” Námo told the Elder King as the Valar sat in one of Taniquetil’s reception rooms for a meeting.
“Why now, there is so much going on, can it not wait?” Varda asked. “You are not planning on releasing Glorfindel any time soon are you?”
“I released him some time ago,” came the surprising reply. It was not often that the Valar found themselves surprised, even by one of their own. “He is actually almost ready to leave Loríen.”
“Námo is right in that it is time Ingwë knew the truth about his counselor,” Manwë answered for him. “We should never have let the situation go on for this long. Because we have left it, others who need not be hurt will be.”
“There were other more important issues to be dealt with at the time,” Ulmo interjected. “What do you plan to do? Will Glorfindel be sentenced to Mando’s Halls in keeping with Míriel‘s example?”
“Is he not the innocent party in all of this?” Oromë asked. “I do not feel comfortable punishing him that way for something beyond his control.”
“This is what we must decide,” Manwë told them. “First we make Ingwë aware of the situation thought. They are both his people and he will want a say in whatever we decide. We can discuss our options as Eönwë summons the King.”
Ingwë was in a state of shock as he walked down the hill back to his palace. If there was ever a case of being blind sided he had just experienced it. He was having trouble coming to terms with the fact that one of his senior counselors, and his son who was a junior counselor, had deceived him to such an extent for so long. As he considered the situation he realized that he had been deceived by more than just they as there had to have been a measure of cover up involved. Slowly his shock turned to anger as he asked himself more questions. He began to wonder what other lies he had been told.
The King retreated to his private study to consider the situation and cool his temper before facing his family. The longer he contemplated the situation, the bigger the mess he saw. There would be plenty of hurt to go around when the situation was addressed. He began to realize that this whole situation was beyond his ability to solve. Not only was his own kingdom involved but the Noldor also, including the royal family. This thought brought to mind his own connections therein making him realized that he would have to recluse himself from solving this problem. With a final sigh he decided to turn the whole matter over to the Valar and bow to any decision they came to. He only hoped that the problem could be solved without causing vast unrest among the kingdoms.
Two weeks later Glorfindel was escorted from Loríen to Taniquetil by several Maia wearing the insignia of Manwë. When told where he was being taken, he asked if he was to be tried and judged in the Máhanaxar before being sent back to the Halls of Mando’s. His guards would not answer only saying that he was being taking to the palace on the mountain. They saw few and spoke with none on the way leaving Glorfindel to fear the worst. Upon their arrival he was placed in a side parlor where food and drink awaited him. Told to refresh himself and rest he was left alone.
Below the mountain, beyond Valimar, slowly the Ring of Doom began to fill. Word had been sung out on street corners by Maiar and notices hung of a trial to be held. While none were compelled to appear, all were encouraged to attend. At dawn on the third day after the notices went up, the Kings of the Eldar were seen to enter and take their places between the thrones in the ring. All quieted as they waited to find out what was going on. As the thrones began to shimmer with lights announcing the arrival of the Valar, all fell to their knees.
“Rise,” Eönwë called out at a motion from his Lord. After everyone had settled, he pulled out a scroll and read out the primary charges as the accused were led into the center of the ring. There was much muttering and shocked exclamations as the identities of the accused were revealed to be several of King Ingwë’s counselors and their families. None could believe the long list of charges leveled at them.
“How do you answer these charges?” Manwë asked after everyone had settled again.
“I say we are innocent of all of the charges,” Glorfindel’s father answered for all. “My wife and youngest son ran away years ago to return to her Noldorean family and I have not heard from them since. I believe that they followed Finwë’s eldest in their wicked ways to the outer lands. I and my other children have carried on with our lives despite this abandonment with much success. Why do we stand here accused of these heinous crimes?”
“Because they are true father,” came the calm answer from a big Elvin warrior who emerged from the space beside Lord Námo’s throne. “And I have the paperwork to prove it.”
Shocked silence settled over all as Glorfindel walked into the center of the ring to confront his family. At a signal from the High King, Eönwë retrieved Glorfindel and pulled him to stand before him facing into the ring.
“Where is your mother?” Glorfindel’s father managed to ask in his shock at seeing his youngest son.
“She resides in my halls and has since a short time after she ran away from your abuse,” Lord Námo answered. At a signal from Varda, he continued. “Nimdae, step forward please.”
A very tall and slim ellon was pulled from the arms of his mother, Vantanya, by a Maian guard as she tried to prevent him from going forward. After he had been placed before Glorfindel, Námo continued.
“Nimdae, greet your sire,” he said.
Glorfindel’s eyes widen and he looked to Vantanya for confirmation. When he saw that she could not look him in the eye he knew it was the truth. Looking back to the ellon standing in front of him, he felt sorry for him and wondered who else would be hurt in all of this. Maybe it was better for him to return to the Halls and stay like his mother had decided.
The trial proceeded quickly after that as Glorfindel’s father realized that the lies he had built to protect his reputation were all known. He made one attempt to place the blame on the Noldorean royal family and its troubles but was quickly reminded that his path has been set in motion before the exile, and subsequent death of King Finwë. Glorfindel watched as several families and individuals involved in the cover up were destroyed in the clearing of his and his mother’s reputations. In the end, most of the accused were sent to Loríen while his father, brother, and wife were turned over to Lord Námo for punishment. Nimdae went to Loríen with his mother’s family without ever saying a word to his sire.
Eönwë led a musing Glorfindel from the ring and turned him over to another Maia with orders to bring him to the Taniquetil. As Glorfindel followed the Maia one question burned over and over in his head. More than anything, he wanted to know why it was so important to clear his name. Upon arrival he was led to the gardens were the Valar waited.
Bowing before Manwë once again, he patiently waited for his presence to be acknowledged.
“Ask your questions child,” Manwë finally said to him as the others turned to watch.
“Why?” he began. “Why was it so important to destroy all of those people?”
“Our primary intent was to clear your name,” came the answer. “In doing so we were able to right several other wrongs as well as send a message to the Eldar that we are watching but that their mistakes are theirs to make. Those elves made their own choices to do what they did Glorfindel; you are not to blame for their behavior.”
“Does that include Nimdae?” Glorfindel asked in anger. “He is an innocent in all of this. He did not even know the truth until Lord Námo spoke it.”
“We regret the hurt done to him but it is better he knows the truth,” Lord Námo spoke up. “He was already beginning to ask question that were uncomfortable for the family.”
“I and my people will take care of him and see that he is taught the truth,” Lord Irmo explained.
“But why?” Glorfindel continued to ask. “Why was it so important to make this public?”
“You would not have known as you were not here but your family has done its best to smear your name and then forget you,” Varda chose to explain. “This would have had to be addressed and corrected whenever you returned or you would find living here unbearable.”
“Then there is the fact that we need you to have a spotless reputation,” Manwë continued. “It is important for the task we have set for you.”
“What task?” Glorfindel asked in weariness. This was all proving to be too much for him to take in. All he wanted was for it to be all over.
“We would like you to return to Arda Marred for us and be a beacon of hope,” was the unexpected answer. “They need to know they are not forgotten. You are much revered there and could do much to bolster everyone’s hope.”
Glorfindel looked at the High King in surprise but then slowly nodded his head in agreement.
Manwë came and hugged him as he whispered thank you into his ear. He then explained that he would be taken to Valimar tonight to rest before continuing on in the morning to Loríen. From there, Eönwë would begin training him to ensure he was ready to face the darkness of the outer lands. Then he would have further lessons in diplomacy in King Ingwe’s court before coming before them again. Kissing him gently on the forehead, he released Glorfindel to be lead away by Ilmarë. All Glorfindel thought about as he followed Varda’s handmaiden down the mountain was of Erestor. By returning to Arda Marred, he could be reunited with his love.
- Part 5 -
The next few centuries passed quickly for Glorfindel as he was trained in all kinds of weapon use and tactics by Eönwë and his warriors. Why he needed to be proficient in so many different types of combat was beyond him but he gladly accepted as much training as he could handle. He was also trained to use his mental abilities to sense evil of different kinds from long distances if needed. Along with physical conditioning and military training Glorfindel was brought up to date on the political and social situations of both Aman and the outer lands. After his training had been declared complete Eönwë escorted him to King Ingwë’s palace where he was assigned to the King’s trusted senior advisor. Here he spent many years relearning the ins and outs of court life while the different counselors and ministers filled in the gaps in knowledge he possessed.
Glorfindel remembered that he had not been known for his use of tact before in Gondolin and that also proved true here. Such was his tactlessness that he found himself sentenced to several years under Nienna learning to hold his tongue when he could not say something nice. Upon his return he served the High King as an advisor for several years before being sent to the other kingdoms to serve under their Kings while learning the different ways of their people. While in Tirion he was faced with many questions about what was happening in the Outer Lands which he answered to the best of his ability. Realizing the interest, he approached Arafinwë about what the Maiar had told him and suggested that an appeal be made to the Valar for regular updates on both elves and the lands across the sea.
After another century of traveling with various Maiar through the outer edges of Aman’s open kingdoms learning from their people, Glorfindel was recalled to the capital to serve Ingwë for a while. One day he was summoned to Taniquetil to appear before the Valar. Following King Ingwë up the mountain, he hoped to find out why he was being trained in the way he was. He was further puzzled when they found Kings Olwë and Arafinwë waiting in the study they were asked to wait in. A few minutes later there were led into a large reception hall where they kneeled before all of the Valar.
“Rise children,” Manwë said as he signaled Eönwë to bring in the other elves who were waiting. Glorfindel stiffened when he saw his brother and Vantanya being led before Manwë.
“Why are they here?” Glorfindel asked in a cold voice.
“That is enough Glorfindel,” Manwë censored him. “They are here because the matter of your bonding still has to be resolved. For all intents and purposes Vantanya is married to two elves.”
“I choose to stay with Limenin,” Vantanya said in a rush.
“The choice is not yours to make child,” Lord Námo spoke from his place beside Lord Ulmo. “You lost that right when you broke Eru’s law.”
“I did not choose to marry Glorfindel,” she shouted in panic. “The bond was forced by his father.”
“Are you saying that your father would not have agreed to the match had you spoken up?” Námo asked deceptively.
“I never told my father that I loved Limenin thinking I was going to be bonded with him that night,” she answered. “It was too late; everything was a done deal by the time I was taken to their house.”
“Are you sure of that?” Námo asked as his voice became colder. “If I remember correctly, the vows were not spoken until after you were at their house.”
“I thought…” she began before being cut off by the Lady Varda.
“Child, are you really going to stand there and argue that you did nothing wrong?” she demanded. “Did you not bond with Limenin even though you were already bonded to Glorfindel? What gave you the right to do that?”
“And what of you Limenin?” Aule asked. “Why did you bond with your brother’s wife?” We have heard nothing from you yet?”
“He left,” came the sneering answer. “Why should he be accorded anything? He left Aman and lost his rights.”
“Glorfindel lost nothing,” Lord Ulmo interjected in anger. “You did not even know he had left with the Noldor until after your father received a note from Arafinwë that neither your brother, not your mother were in Aman any longer. By then, you were already bonded.”
“I was pregnant, he wasn’t here, I needed help,” Vantanya interjected in her own defense. “Our bonding was not valid anyway.”
“What do you mean not valid?” Lady Varda asked in surprise.
“His father never called on the Valar to bless the bond,” Vantanya answered. “We were not truly bonded.”
“You bonded the moment you consummated the bond,” Námo explained. “You were not threatened like Glorfindel was so you could have stopped it. Also, while our name was not invoked, Eru’s was.”
“So what are you going to do to him?” he asked. “Will he go to Mando’s Halls like Mírel?”
“Why should we punish Glorfindel, he has done nothing wrong,” Lady Varda wanted to know.
“He doesn’t matter, he never has,” Limenin said. “We matter more.”
There was silence for a moment after Limenin spoke as his words sunk in.
“And that is the crux of the matter is it not?” Lord Manwë asked. “Tell me child, have you always felt this way? And you Vantanya, why were your wishes more important than anyone else’s?”
Silence reined as no answer was forth coming. Finally Limenin spoke.
“That is the way things have always been,” he said. “He never mattered because he did not meet father’s standards. He was never wanted.”
Glorfindel turned and headed for the door but was stopped by King Ingwë who pulled him into his arms.
“I have heard enough,” Lord Námo said as he returned to his seat.
Manwë looked Námo in the eye for a few minutes before nodding his head.
“Glorfindel, Vantanya, Limenin, face Lord Námo,” Lord Manwë ordered, then signaled for the sentence to be read.
“Vantanya, your actions were inexcusable,” Lord Námo began. “You could have stopped the bond by telling your father but did not. You suspected that Limenin’s father did not consider you a suitable mate for his firstborn so decided to advance your status any way you could including bonding with his younger brother. Then you compounded your crime by bonding with Limenin and producing offspring.”
“Limenin,” he continued. “Your dismissal of the laws is disturbing in one who is a counselor to King Ingwe. You willingly committed your crime not caring of the consequences to your younger brother. Indeed, it appears that you bonded with the intent to harm your brother should he ever return.”
“Glorfindel, your bond to Vantanya was severed when she bonded with Limenin. It is noted that you did not know of your broken bond and kept yourself pure without a hit of impropriety. Therefore, Eru has dictated the following dooms; Glorfindel, you are free of your bond and encouraged to seek another. It is hoped that one day you will develop a relationship with your son. Vantanya, Limenin, you will both be joining me in my Halls. You have much to learn and atone for.”
“But our elflings?” Vantanya began in protest.
“Your young ones are all well past their majorities,” Lord Manwë interceded. “They will spend time in Loríen until they have come to terms with what you have done. Then they will continue their lives with the help of other family members. They will not be held responsible for what you have done.”
Vantanya and Limenin were led out of the chamber by two of Námo’s Maiar while most of the Valar disappeared signaling the end of the meeting. Glorfindel still stood before Námo’s throne in shock from all that had happened. Finally, after giving him time to collect himself, Manwë called him.
“I am well pleased with your training, you have learned much and preformed very well,” he began. “It is time now for you to return.”
Glorfindel listened as he was told that he would sail in three months time with another they were sending that had his own mission. Finally, drinks were served and they were released to return to King Ingwë’s palace.
The next morning, Glorfindel ignored all questions as he began to prepare himself for his trip. On the morning that he left, he sent a short note to his son in Loríen explaining where he was going and the hope that they could develop some kind of relationship upon his return.
Erestor grumbled as they entered Mithlond. It had rained the whole way from Imladris. Why Elrond had demanded that he go to Mithlond to meet and interview a new Captain of the Guard was beyond him. One would think that an applicant would understand that he had to come to Imladris for the job. How this person had persuaded Elrond to allow this he did not know, but said person was going to regret it. As he made his way to Cirdan’s house he hoped that both a hot meal and bath waited. This candidate could wait until he was rested and ready to receive him.
Glorfindel watched from an upstairs window as Erestor rode up to the steps and was greeted by Cirdan. It was clear he was in a bad mood. He decided to wait until the next morning to make his presence know. He spent a long night wondering if there was any hope of resurrecting their relationship after over an age had past.
The next morning dawned clear and sunny as Erestor made his way to the dining table. Greeting Cirdan, Erestor asked after the one he was supposed to be interviewing. Cirdan just smiled and said he would send him along to meet Erestor in his office after the meal ended. Nodding, he asked for the latest news as he ate his breakfast of fruit and bread.
Erestor had been waiting for over an hour when the door to the study finally opened and an ellon in a hooded cloak entered.
“It is about time, I have waited over an hour for you,” the counselor snapped,
“Actually, I think you have waited much longer,” Glorfindel said as he threw back the hood to the cloak.
Erestor just stared in shock. Finally, Glorfindel walked forward and laid his hand along Erestor’s cheek.
“How?” he stammered as Glorfindel drew him into a hug.
“The Valar needed a sign to the people in Arda Marred that said they were not forgotten, and I was chosen.” Glorfindel answered. Drawing back he asked, “Are you not glad to see me?”
All Erestor could do was cry as he collapsed into Glorfindel’s arms. He had thought they would never be together again. After several minutes he drew back.
“So, are you actually applying for the job as Captain of the Guard, or was that all a ruse,” he wanted to know.
“It was left to my discretion as to where I go or settle, if I did,” Glorfindel answered him. “After talking with Cirdan, I decided to apply to Imladris. It is located in an ideal location to coordinate events as needed. Cirdan told me about Elrond so I decided to at least go there and see how everything worked out. He told me about the job and arranged with Elrond to have you sent. I wanted a chance to see you and hopefully work things out between ourselves.”
“But are you still bonded?” Erestor ask as he pulled himself from Glorfindel’s arms. “Will we have to live with the same restrictions as before? I do not know if I can do that again.”
“I am free Erestor,” he answered. “I can explain everything as we ride to Imladris, but Manwë assured me I am free to bond.”
Erestor looked Glorfindel in the eyes for several minutes before going to the desk and pouring two glasses of wine. Handing one to Glorfindel, he proposed a toast.
“To fate; once denied to us and ended, but now found and renewed.”