Title: Doren En Ind

Author: Anarane Narmalanya

Type: FCS

Characters: Erestor/Glorfindel

Warnings: angst,

Rating: R

Disclaimer: I hereby quote that I Anarane Narmalanya receive no profit for publishing LOTR Fan fiction. I do not own the characters (Except for Glorfael, Hathel and Meren) or make a profit.

Summary: Ecthelion and Erestor are twins. Glorfindel wants Ecthelion, but the feeling isn't mutual. Erestor, however, does want Glorfindel. Glorfindel talks his father into an arranged marriage between the houses. Ecthelion aware of Erestor's feelings, convinces him to trade places with him at the bonding and Glorfindel doesn't realise until the wedding night.

~~~ Chapter 1 ~~~

Long-ago

It was the year 1700 of the second age, three years after the establishment of Rivendell, refuge to the elves, just South of Rhudaur and west of the Misty Mountains.

Lord Elrond Peredhil's sanctuary was running well, trade was continuous, construction was constant and the daily runnings were smooth. The number of elves and men seeking refuge from the war's of Lindon and Eriador were numerous.

One dark figure slowly paced the soft wood beneath the window pane, one arm crossed over his chest and the fingers of his other hand squeezing his lower lip. Black robes hugged a slender frame snugly, and long, raven hair trailed to firm buttocks, a single braid at his right temple keeping it back from his eyes.

Something was happening, the figure thought uneasily. He could feel it, electricity, excitement, suspense hung heavily in the air and it was not only the storm that had hung heavily over the Last Homely House for days. Nay, it was something far more magical... something that involved him, for none other could feel it.

Slender fingers rose to the collar of his robe and dipped inside to the metal against his skin. He removed the delicate mithril chain from his robes and wrapped his hand around the gold band that hung from the bottom. Usually cold, it now laid warm in his palm, almost burning with its intensity.

The councillor sighed as he drew the band to his lips, caressing it briefly and allowing his mind to trickle back to when it all began.

~~~ Flashback ~~~

Year 200 of the First Age

Erestor sighed as his brother's voice echoed through the halls of his father's house, his shrill, drunken song disrupting and bothersome to those wishing to rest. He closed his book and quickly trotted to his door; he peered out into the darkness of the hall and found his warrior brother stumbling up the hall.

"Ecthelion," he hissed.

Bleary, silver eyes turned towards him and Ecthelion's face split into a huge grin as he straightened and swung out his arms. "Ah! Craban!" he cried.

"Shh," Erestor glanced around before grasping his brother's arm and hauling him into his chambers. "Are you mad, gwanunig? Do you wish to rouse ada, he will thrash you?" he hissed, shoving him towards the bed.

Ecthelion stumbled back until his knees struck the mattress and he fell back, laughing almost hysterically. Erestor locked the door and turned to glare at his brother, his hands upon his hips. The older twin looked at his younger brother before falling into another fit of giggles.

"You should slip out with us one night gwanunig, you are too..." he hiccupped, "uptight."

Erestor scowled as he walked forwards, helping his brother remove his clothes. "And *you* are not uptight enough," he grumbled, roughly pulling his twin's tunic over his head. "You are becoming more reckless, Thel; Glorfindel is a terrible influence on you. You are already in ada's bad graces; do not test him with open defiance, lest you wish to be forbidden from the summer solstice festival,"

"Yes, but you love him," Ecthelion chirped happily as he tapped his brother's nose.

Erestor paused, blinking in confusion. "Who? Ada?"

Ecthelion rolled his eyes. "No silly..." he drawled. "Glorfindel, of course." He grinned as his brother stiffened, "And don't you dare deny it, we are twins... I know your mind and I have seen the way you look at him, Craban,"

"Nonsense Thel, all of this wine is corrupting your mind with poisoned thoughts. Glorfindel is *your* friend, he does not speak to me and I return the sentiment. Do not confuse your own judgment with mine," he grumbled.

Finally stripped to his loincloth, Ecthelion was forced to swallow a goblet of water before Erestor swathed him in blankets. He made to step away when a strong hand caught his wrist.

"Craban," he whispered. Erestor looked back at his twin, whose eyes seemed suddenly clear of influence, "I do not mock you, approach him, baby brother. You would be beautiful together," he pulled Erestor down until he could stroke his brother's cheek. "You have always been far more beautiful, far more graceful... far more greater an elf than me. You deserve only the greatest, my heart," he pressed a kiss to his brow and Erestor shook his head, but could not help smiling.

"Go to sleep, you fiend," he crooned with affection. He brushed his hand over his twin's mane, before leaning down to kiss his brow in return.

Ecthelion yawned, "Night Craban,"

"Good night, Bellas."

Erestor sighed as he watched his brother sleep. He was lying to himself and his brother. He should have known he would fail to hide his fascination and affection for the youngest Lord of the House of the Golden Flower.

Rubbing the back of his neck, Erestor returned to the window seat, yet instead of reading his book, he looked up at the sky, his silver gaze reflecting the full moon. He knew, unmistakably, who was more suited to Glorfindel and it was certainly not him.

Like the sun and the moon, Ecthelion and Glorfindel were made for one another. Opposites in physicality, but parallel in personality. Both were mischievous, outgoing and boisterous. Always competing, always striving to outdo the other, from swordplay to wine play.

Erestor rubbed his neck with a soft whimper, glancing at his brother. Glorfindel practically ignored him, he was too 'bookish' for his liking, as he had heard the Vanya describe him. Warriors very rarely associated with scribes and councillors unless it was a romantic rendezvous or council conference. Both groups considered themselves above the other and a healthy, yet snobbish, rivalry was common and accepted.

Ecthelion suddenly shifted in his sleep, mumbling incoherently before drifting back into deep reverie, his soft snores drifting across the large chamber. Erestor smiled with affection; despite their differences they had never clashed, except for their occasional brotherly bickering, but never issues of a serious substance.

Their parents had often told them that they were two halves to one coin, two entirely dissimilar personalities contributing to one entire being. Were Ecthelion was boisterous, hot-tempered, bold and powerful, Erestor was quiet, timid, calm and expressive; the perfect balm to his twin's untamed soul.

With a sigh, Erestor rose, placed aside his book, and made his way over to the bed, removing his breeches until he rested in just his nightshirt. He managed to pry the blankets from beneath his brother's heavy weight and slipped in beside him, nestling into his pillow with a soft sigh.

He would need a good night's rest if he were to be prepared with his moody, hung-over brother in the morning. Ecthelion shifted and Erestor grunted as his brother's arm slapped heavily around his waist, pulling him uncomfortably close.

"Tor," he mumbled against his neck. Erestor managed to loosen his brother's tight grip a little, casting an exasperated look over his shoulder before settling, an affectionate smile gracing his beautiful face.

"Goodnight Thel,"

TBC

Translation:

Craban: Crow

Gwanunig: Twin

Ada: Dad

Bellas: Body strength