Title: Doren En Ind

Author: Anarane Narmalanya

Type: FCS

Characters: Erestor/Glorfindel

Warnings: angst,

Rating: NC-17

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 is aware of Erestor's feelings, talks him into trading places with him at the wedding...and Glorfindel doesn't figure it out until the wedding night. The whole situation, of course, manages to bleed over into Imladris.

~~~ Chapter 4 ~~~

Brotherly concern

~~~ Sometime later ~~~

"Come on bookworm, keep up!"

Erestor glared at the Vanya: Glorfindel's mockery was beginning to irritate him and he found the more the warrior teased, the more he swallowed his sorrows amidst his wine.

"More wine?" The slightly intoxicated warrior asked the twins.

"Aye and quickly!" Ecthelion exclaimed cheerfully.

The young warrior swiftly rose to his feet, stumbling only slightly and calling out a boisterous greeting to a fellow warrior as he made his way to the serving counter.

"Relax 'Tor," Ecthelion crooned softly to his brother.

"Excuse me?" he exclaimed with indignation.

Ecthelion looked him over with sympathy.

"Oh shut up Ecthelion," he snapped before tilting back his head and gulping the remainder of his wine. Ecthelion looked him over with concern and surprise before taking a small sip of his own wine.

Glorfindel returned with three large goblets, each filled to the brim, and released a triumphant cry as he placed them upon the bench without spilling a drop.

"To fine health!" he exclaimed.

"To fine health!" the twins echoed.

Ecthelion took a small sip of his wine, watching with trepidation as Erestor took four hefty gulps.

"Slow down Erestor, you are unaccustomed to such quantities," he warned, but his brother moodily ignored him, "Erestor-"

Ecthelion reached out to grasp his brother's arm when Erestor shook off his hold. With a great sigh of distress, Ecthelion turned back to his awaiting friend, vowing to keep a close eye on his younger brother.

TBC

Author's note: Apologies for such a short chapter, they will become longer, that I promise you.