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 37 ~~~
Resignation
Erestor, disheartened and unsteady, trudged through the doorway of his chambers and locked the door behind him. Sighting his costly, first-age brandy within his cabinet, Erestor suddenly found a reasonable justification for its consumption.
With trembling hands, he filled a goblet and immediately took a hearty gulp, with the effect to calm his nerves. Savouring the burn and the spice of the second sip, Erestor closed his eyes and sought to still his racing heart.
That damned Captain!
A shiver raced along the length of his spine. He had come too close to caving this time; too close to giving himself over to the reformed Seneschal; too close to losing himself to the depths of false love.
With a sigh, Erestor moved to stand alongside his private desk, slowly removing the ring from around his neck. His hand opened and silver eyes traversed the smooth wedding band with regret; what should have been a symbol of eternity, what should have personified the flawless, unending love between two soul-mates, were one faer joins seamlessly with another to become one... it had never been so. Glorfindel, should have been the other bearer and the other half to his soul, yet it was not be... it was time to let go.
With a second sigh of resignation, he opened an ornate box from his childhood and placed the band within.
It was over.
Enough was enough, that part of his life was over. Glorfindel the Golden Vanyarin of Gondolin was no more and in his place lay an elfin captain of Imladris. He was Erestor of Imladris, proud Councillor and Steward, his past and all those within were gone.
Placing the box away, never to be reopened, Erestor took a deep breath and slowly eased the tension from his taught body. His eyes drifted closed and he rubbed the back of his neck; he was so tired, emotionally and physically. Glorfindel knew now where he stood, they could now continue their lives and liberate the past.
Humming softly, the weary councillor moved to stand before his vanity mirror and began to remove the braids from his hair. After shaking the waves free, Erestor slowly stripped from his clothes and slipped into a loose nightshirt.
Click.
The councillor looked towards the door as the unusual sound from outside his rooms reached his ears. Straining his sensitive hearing, Erestor awaited a knock or another sound to follow, yet non such did. Shrugging in confusion, Erestor began to turn back towards his vanity glass when his, formerly locked, door almost tore from its hinges.
Leaping back, the old councillor instinctively crouched into a defensive stance, yet found himself faced with a terrifying foe.
Glorfindel - with eyes dark and impassioned, hair untamed and his huge chest expanding rapidly- braced himself in the arch of his doorway.
With his heart racing and eyes bulging in fear and concern; Erestor stepped back from the fearsome Vanya as Glorfindel mirrored him, a beastly growl emanating far from within his chest.
"G-Glorfindel?" Erestor cleared the squeak from his throat, "What... what are you doing?" The squeak returned.
"I have had enough! You will not give to me, then I shall take what is mine!"
Tbc