Gil-Galad entered the healing house, feeling bad that he hadn't visited his latest charge more often in the preceding days. However, following Círdan's departure two days back, Gil-Galad had found himself dealing with a number of domestic issues that could not wait, as well as his usual tasks, which left him with little extra time.

He had spoken to Finuial; at length, earlier in the day and with the healers agreement had made arrangements for Erestor's accommodation, though he would check first that these arrangements were acceptable to the young elf.

Erestor was a quiet youngster, he rarely seemed to show his emotions; one of the maids had even gone so far as to say that the elfling was unnaturally cold. Gil-Galad suspected that Erestor had always been a serious minded elfling, even before his ordeal, but he hoped that in time he would come out of his shell and come to enjoy his elfling years.

It was for this reason that Gil-Galad and the healer had agreed that the mostly unused study in Glorfindel's chambers should be turned into a bedroom for the elfling.

Erestor seemed to keep Glorfindel at a distance, despite this the golden haired elfling had taken Erestor to his heart, and he felt that no discouragement from him at this point could drive Glorfindel away. Gil-Galad smiled, ((certainly whatever playfulness Erestor lacked, Glorfindel more than made up for. They will make curious friends, but what one lacks the other seems to have in abundance.))

A house fire the previous day meant that the healing house was full and Gil-Galad was careful not to disturb the healers in their work or the patients in their rest as he sought the elfling.

There was no sign of Erestor in the main rooms, so Gil-Galad moved into the garden room, used only during the day, the room had large windows looking out onto the gardens and offered a place for those convalescing to sit and enjoy the day.

Erestor sat curled up in one of the comfortable chairs, a weighty looking tome open on his lap and quite oblivious to his surroundings. The Elf Lord took a seat close to him and waited for Erestor to notice his presence, when it became clear that the elfling was too absorbed in his reading, he said "Good Book?"

Dark eyes looked up at him and the book was snapped shut, "My Lord…I…er…it is most interesting."

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Glorfindel had spent the morning assisting in the rearranging of his study, he was excited at the prospect of sharing his chambers with the elfling and hoped that in such close confines he would be able to break down the barriers, that Erestor still shielded himself with.

His friends had baulked at the idea of him sharing rooms with an elfling, they argued that now he was but four years off his majority he should not be burdened with an elfling some twenty two years his junior, but Glorfindel could not see it as anything but a gift, he liked Erestor and felt he would gain much joy from his presence.

Glorfindel shook his head in silent answer to the thoughts floating around in his head as he leant up against the doorframe to the garden room. A quick glance from Gil-Galad told him that the Lord was aware of his presence and would call him when he was ready. Glorfindel observed Erestor and Gil-Galad talking quietly together, the elflings posture lead him to believe that he was not entirely happy with this turn of events and this worried Glorfindel. ((You have kept us all at a distance long enough my friend, allow us to come to know you, allow us to help you grieve.))

Gil-Galad and Erestor rose and the Elf Lord guided the elfling towards Glorfindel and entrusted him into the golden haired elfling's care before taking his leave.

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Glorfindel and Erestor walked towards their chambers in uncomfortable silence, Glorfindel used his right hand in the small of Erestor's back to guide him in the right direction and his left arm concealed three small tomes.

Erestor took a break from observing his surroundings to gaze awkwardly at Glorfindel, and after a moment he said "are these arrangements acceptable to you? Where you even consulted?"

Glorfindel smiled, "set your mind at ease Erestor, for not only was I consulted but it was to some extent my idea. However if you are not happy to share chambers with me, I'm sure other rooms can be found."

"Nay, it is well, I do not wish to be any trouble." Erestor's tone was meek, and Glorfindel could not help but wrap his arm properly about the elflings waist, hoping the intimate gesture would reassure the elf.

Erestor tensed slightly at feeling the elder elf's arm come about him in such an intimate fashion. Erestor looked quizzically at Glorfindel for a moment, before relaxing into the touch. Erestor came to realise something in this moment, something that he had always known but had never had the need to put to test ((I have a need for friends, now more than ever before, Aye, I will give this elf my friendship, though I cannot give him truth, I shall be true to him in all other ways as I can.))

"Come, we are here" Glorfindel stated lightly, Opening the door for Erestor.

Erestor entered the main audience chamber tentatively, it was not a grand room, but comfortable, a large fireplace offered warmth and lent a gentle glow to the stone room.

"My room is here." Glorfindel opened the door with a flourish, which made Erestor laugh. "The bathing chamber is here," Glorfindel continued, opening the door to the left of his own room. Glorfindel watched Erestor's face expecting to see some degree of awe in them, to have a private bathing chamber was no small luxury, Erestor merely nodded, his gaze falling upon the remaining door.

"I see you are eager to become acquainted with your own room" Glorfindel said with a grin, "Very well, I shall keep you waiting no longer." With that, he opened the third door and strolled in, collapsing into a chair by the fireplace.

Erestor followed, his eyes widening in delight as he viewed the room. It was not a large room, and had clearly been designed for another purpose as the walls were lined with bookshelves, a large desk and chair stood to one side and a bed had been pushed to the wall under the window, Erestor spun around in the centre of the room appearing to soak it all in.

Glorfindel chuckled, "You like it? I thought you might like all these dusty tomes."

Erestor stopped spinning and took the chair opposite Glorfindel by the fireplace, "if they are dusty it is only because they have not been used, have you ever even set foot in this room before today?"

"Once or twice" Glorfindel replied seriously, "there is an excellent view of the training grounds from the window"

Erestor rolled his eyes.