Remember Me
okay..new fic...pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel, Elrond/Celebrian..
summary: In Gondolin, Erestor and Glorfindel were lovers..but when Glorfindel is returned and remembers nothing of him, how will Erestor make him remember their time together?
CHAPTER 1
" Glorfindel had returned?"
Erestor was smiling broadly. His beloved had been returned to Middle-Earth and, more importantly, returned to him. He saw Elrond stare at him for a moment before realizing what is was that Erestor was so happy about. Erestor's smile faded when Elrond looked away from him.
" What is it Elrond?"
Elrond took a deep breath.
" Glorfindel does not remember anything of Gondolin. I believe the Valar did that so that Glorfindel could be in peace for awhile."
Erestor's eyes widened.
" He remembers nothing?"
Elrond turned to face Erestor finally. His eyes full of unshed tears.
" Nothing at all."
Erestor was about to reply when the door to the library opened. As it closed, Erestor's heart felt as though it had cracked in two. There stood Glorfindel, once of Gondolin. Erestor could not bare this. He muttered some excuse and left. Glorfindel, looked at the door in shock for a moment, then turned to Elrond.
" Am I not supposed to be here?"
Elrond forced himself to smile.
" Never say such things. You are most welcome."
Glorfindel smiled.
" Who was that anyway?"
Elrond chuckled.
" That was Erestor, my Chief Advisor."
Glorfindel nodded.
" How did you meet him?"
Elrond sat in a nearby chair and gestured for Glorfindel to sit across from him.
" Erestor has known me for many years. Since even before my brother Elros chose mortality."
Glorfindel nodded again.
" So he was from Lindon?"
Elrond shook his head, then took a deep breath.
" He was from Gondolin."
Glorfindel's eye's widened.
" Gondolin?"
Elrond nodded. Glorfindel was still in shock.
" What was his house?"
Elrond smiled.
" The House of The Fountain."
Glorfindel was now sitting on the edge of his seat.
" Are any of his blood still alive?"
Elrond shook his head.
" Nay. His brother Ecthelion was the last of his kin and he died in the Fall of Gondolin."
Glorfindel sat back. He seemed deep in thought for a moment. Then he stood suddenly.
" I must speak with Erestor."
Elrond bit his lip, then nodded.
" Then do as such. I should warn you, Erestor has a sharp tongue. Be gentle with your words towards him."
Glorfindel nodded.
" You have my word."
Then Glorfindel left the library. Elrond rested his head on the back of the chair. Hopefully Erestor would not be too angry with him for allowing Glorfindel to go to him. Elrond sighed. This was only the beginning, he thought. This is only the beginning.
TBC...
