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 29 ~~~

Turgon

Two blonde heads suddenly rose as the door to their Lord's private study opened. A silver haired, ruffled servant exited the exquisite chambers and rudely ushered them inside. This was not a good sign; the king was evidently in the foulest of moods.

They stepped into the, grand yet pleasant, study to find the king was not yet in attendance. Glorfindel, unaccustomed to a private presence before the king, mimicked his father's stance facing the bulky mahogany desk.

"Now, be sure to keep your silence Glorfindel and allow me to do lead the discussion."

The side-door opened; and the anxious youth suddenly felt his stomach churn. Yes, the king was without a doubt in a foul mood. In stark contrast to the bright rubies of his study, Turgon's dark form marched into the chamber, his night robe fluttering at his heels.

He had not thought this through.

"To what do I owe this rude awakening in the middle of the night Glorfael, in that it could not have waited until the morning?" the moody king grumbled, as he sank into his hefty chair.

Glorfael bowed to his liege and Glorfindel quickly followed.

"My Lord, I come with dire news that surrounds my son and his bond mate."

Turgon blinked as he glanced at the young elf to Glorfael's side. Ordinarily, he would bid one of his most esteemed nobles and closest friends to be seated; yet given the circumstances he did not feel so convivial after an evening of heavy revelry and little respite.

"Ah yes, the young pup; should you not be with your new husband at this hour Glorfindel? Ecthelion will be awfully irritable if he awakens to find you gone." Turgon, despite being weary, could not help but tease the youth.

"That is the issue here my Lord, it has come to light of the deception of the twins of the Fountain. During the courtship: they exchanged personas, material traits and duped my son into a false bonding. The elf who you joined to Glorfindel this day was not Ecthelion, but Erestor of the Fountain."

Grey eyes turned to slits; "What?"

"We have *all* been deceived my Lord,"

"I do not believe it,"

"It is true my Lord, I would not lie to you."

Turgon rubbed at his brow with a weary sigh, "Sit and tell me everything Glorfael."

~~~ Sometime later ~~~

With Glorfael's last word came the king's fist upon the hard surface of his mahogany desk.

"How dare something of this nature occur in my sacred city?" he boomed, "We Noldor no longer allow such treachery!"

"I know this my king."

"Then why has this happened?" Turgon moodily turned his icy gaze out of the window, his lower jaw jutting in rage.

Silence.

Glorfindel fought the impulse to squirm and cast a swift glance to his calm father.

Finally the king raised his eyes towards them: "I doubt you seek retribution?" Turgon asked his old friend.

"Of course not my Lord."

Glorfindel made to protest, yet his father's sharp glare instilled his silence. Turgon also did not miss the exchange.

"That family will have suffered enough my Lord; despite everything. Revenge will relieve no one."

Turgon glanced at the sulking youth, before turning his attention back to Glorfael; "I shall have a missive sent to the House of the Fountain. We shall reconvene on the morrow."

"It is to be made freely available?" Glorfindel exclaimed, disregarding protocol in his outrage and humiliation.

"Glorfindel!" Glorfael hissed.

"Silence young pup!" Turgon exclaimed, "You are certainly not free of blame for this!"

Glorfindel lowered his head, his cheeks aflame in embarrassment; "Sorry," he murmured sulkily.

Turgon glared at the morose youth for a moment longer, "Of course it will not be made public, I am not a callous elf. Council will be held in my private throne room in the morning. I presume Erestor and his family will grieve alone this night and I shall leave them be. Go home, rest and sleep on this now. I will have a servant call for you at the ninth morning bell; I must also sleep on this."

"Yes my Lord."

The King slowly rose to his feet, drawing his subjects up before him and leading them towards the outlet.

"Glorfael," Turgon murmured as he stopped the old warrior, "I am sorry that this has happened, my old friend; but I will try and make this right,"

Weary blue eyes met his own; "Thank you my King, I fear I am growing far too old for this world."

The old warriors released knowing chuckles and Turgon consolingly squeezed his arm. "I pray Lorien brings both of your families swift dreams this night, mellon nin."

Moved, Glorfael bowed his head and touched his brow: "Namarie, hir nin,"

"Namarie."

Glorfael approached his young, bewildered son and steadily guided him to the outer courtyard, where their horses serenely grazed.

"Come, it is not long now before dawn. We must rest if we are to gracefully bear the trials of the morrow."

The passage home was hushed; a weight had settled heavily upon the blonde warrior's and neither had the will to speak. Their arrival home was swift and their horses were silently taken by ruffled stable-hands.

Glorfael slung his arm around his forlorn child's shoulders and they slowly made their way towards the family chambers.

"Try and get some respite, Glorfindel," the Lord of the golden flower began as they reached his fair child's chambers, "there is not much left of the evening, but try to free your mind."

"I shall try ada," Weary-blue eyes rose to his own, "I confess that I was relieved to hear that this would end on the morrow, but now..." Glorfindel shook his head in confusion.

"Sleep now ion, think in the morning. I know it will be difficult, but do try."

Glorfindel's head lowered in misery bowed, "Yes ada."

Strong arms enveloped him and the young ellon buried into his father's broad warmth.

"I know you struggle to see an end now, but this will all be over in a little while."

The young miserable warrior stepped back from his father with a regretful, troubled glance before silently entering his rooms.

The old Lord raised his hand to the solid wood of the door and released a saddened whisper, "One way or another, my son."

TBC

Translation:

Mellon nin: my friend

Namarie: Farewell

Hir nin: my Lord

Ada: dad/ daddy

Ion nin: my son