Title: Sibling Rivalry

Author: Morgana
Author’s Email: morganalebeau@yahoo.com
Web page: http://www.paranoid.nl/avalon

Pairings: Elrond/Celebrían, Lindir/Melpomaen.

Rating: PG
Summary: Erestor is happy in Imladris, but then Celebrían and the twins return home and his world is changed again. Fortunately, Erestor gets help from a very unlikely source and in the end, everything is put right.

Disclaimer: Not mine. These characters belong to Professor Tolkien. No copyright infringement is intended. I'm not making any money out of these stories!

Warning: AU of course, mention of child abuse.

Beta read by Patricia and DA, thanks sweeties!

All remaining mistakes are mine.

Sibling Rivalry

Part 1

Erestor felt apprehensive at seeing the party enter the courtyard. The Lady Celebrían rode up front and was accompanied by three silver-haired Elves. Behind her rode the twins. Erestor instantly lowered his gaze as old ingrained reflexes popped up again. Glorfindel’s fingers which were tightly curled around his reminded Erestor that he didn’t have to greet the party on his own. Glorfindel was at his side and behind them stood Melpomaen and Lindir. Melpomaen even went so far as to rest a hand on his shoulder in order to reassure him and Erestor loved the Advisor even more for doing so. Even if the Lady and the twins didn’t like him, he still had his friends in Imladris.

Elrond walked toward his wife and helped her dismount. Once her feet touched the ground again, she embraced him and they kissed. Erestor could tell that the two of them were still very much in love and happy. The sparkle in their eyes whenever they looked at each other told him so.

“I am happy that you made your way back so quickly! I missed you!” Elrond kissed his wife again and smiled at her. “I trust your journey was uneventful?”

“It was,” she answered. “And even if there had been any disturbances, I am confident that Haldir, Rúmil, and Orophin would have found a way to deal with them.”

The three brothers inclined their heads and accepted the Lady’s praise. “We would die for her, my Lord,” Haldir stated to Elrond. Celebrían was the daughter of the Lord and the Lady of the Golden Wood and they would do everything they could to ensure her safety.

“Thank you for watching over my wife,” Elrond said, smiling at them. Next, he opened his arms and caught his sons in them, who had been lifted from their horses and put on their feet. The twins had wasted no time in running toward their father, who they had missed. Once they were older, they would learn to greet Elrond in a more formal way, but they were still young enough to get away with their enthusiastic behavior.

Elrond whirled his sons around, for they were still small enough to do so. “I missed the two of you as well!” He hugged Elladan close first and then Elrohir. After placing parental kisses on their brows, he put them back onto their feet again. The Lord and Lady of the Golden Wood were probably enjoying the peace and quiet that had returned to their home with the twins once more in Imladris.

Glorfindel clearing his throat reminded Elrond that there was still something important he had to do before he could retire with his family. “Celebrían, Elladan, Elrohir, there is someone I want you to meet.”

Glorfindel moved forward and Erestor had no choice but to step forward as well. Erestor had already exchanged a glance with the twins and didn’t like what he saw in their eyes.

“This is Erestor. He joined us a few months ago and has become a part of my household.” Elrond sought out Celebrían’s eyes and added, “He has no parents. He is alone in this world and so, I decided to take him in.”

Celebrían also heard the words her husband didn’t say. /You want him to become a part of our family?/ she asked him mentally.

/I would be grateful if you would accept him. I will tell you his history later… suffice it to say that he has suffered terribly in his short life. And he is half-Elven too. I feel connected to him. I pray you will understand and accept Erestor./

/We will discuss this matter later./ She was weary from traveling and would deal with the matter after she had bathed and rested. “Mae govannen, Erestor. It is nice to meet you.” She smiled at him. “We will talk again shortly.” She liked the boy, for he was well-mannered and behaved...so unlike her own offspring. She looked at Glorfindel and encountered a proud affectionate look in his eyes. Erestor had already attained his very own champion.

“Elladan, Elrohir, come here and greet Erestor. Be on your best behavior,” Celebrían said and gestured for her sons to greet Erestor.

The twins approached with obvious reluctance. Children’s minds were sharp and they had already detected the affection in Elrond’s voice when their father had introduced Erestor to their mother. They instinctively saw Erestor as a threat when it came down to receiving their parents’ unlimited love and attention and had subconsciously decided to dislike the other Elfling, but they had to behave as long as their parents were close.

“Welcome to Imladris,” Elladan said as he gave Erestor a fake friendly look.

“*Our* home,” Elrohir added in a tone which instantly put the message across to Erestor that this was *their* home and not Erestor’s.

Glorfindel however detected the hostile tone and exchanged a look with Elrond to see if the Elf-Lord had registered the twins’ reluctance as well. Elrond nodded his head once: yes, he had noticed. In a way, he had expected that particular reaction, but Elrond had enough faith in his sons to hope that they would change their minds where Erestor was concerned – in time, of course. Coming home and finding another Elfling had made himself at home there would ruffle their feathers, of course.

Elrond took the twins’ hands in his and guided them inside the Last Homely House. Celebrían followed, but not before playfully ruffling Erestor’s hair. The Elfling hopefully knew it would take time for the twins and him to get along.

“That went well,” Melpomaen commented in frustration. “We should have known the twins would not like the competition.”

“They are children,” Linder said soothingly. “And spoiled. Still, I have faith in them. This is sudden for the Lady Celebrían as well as the twins.”

“I don’t care,” Erestor said stubbornly. “I don’t need them to be friendly to me as long as I have you.” Looking at Lindir, his gaze shifted next to Melpomaen and came then to rest upon Glorfindel’s handsome face. “And you.”

Unable to withstand Erestor’s pleading look, Glorfindel sat on his heels and hugged Erestor close. “No matter what will happen in the future, you will always have me, Erestor.”

~~~

“You owe me an explanation,” Celebrían said as she brushed her long, silver hair while seated in front of her mirror. She had taken a long and revitalizing bath and felt refreshed.

Elrond gently acquired the brush and ran it through his wife’s long strands. He *had* missed having her close! “Are you referring to Erestor?”

She nodded her head. “Share his history with me.” She closed her eyes and savored the soft treatment her hair received at Elrond’s capable hands.

“Glorfindel and I found him in a village a few months ago. A slave trader had put Erestor up for sale.”

Her eyes opened and her light-blue gaze sought out Elrond’s. “Did you say…?”

“Aye, when we found Erestor, he was being sold off as a slave.”

Celebrían studied her husband’s face in the mirror. “Did you free him?”

“I ended up buying him. I could not risk an uprising since we were in the minority.” Elrond placed the brush aside and lost himself in the motion of braiding the silver hair. “You should have seen Erestor back then. He was malnourished, pale, and scared. Gaining his trust took time. We were lucky that he took a liking to Glorfindel.”

Celebrían nodded. “Continue.” She had seen remnants of sorrow and suffering in Erestor’s eyes when they had met a moment ago, but she hadn’t realized how awful his life had been.

“We gained his trust and broke him from several habits which the slave trader had instilled in him. He would not look at us at first, nor would he speak without being spoken to. He expected…” The silver braid slipped from his fingers and in the mirror, he encountered Celebrían’s concerned eyes. “The first time I gave him food, he thought he had to pay me back in a physical way.”

“A physical way?” Celebrían turned around to look her husband in the eye. “What do you mean when you say that?” She didn’t want to misunderstand.

“That slave trader taught Erestor to satisfy his customers sexually.” Elrond’s bottom lip trembled. “He is still so young, my love. He is younger than our sons.”

Celebrían took Elrond’s hand in hers and squeezed it. She could tell how shocked Elrond had been to discover just how badly that slave trader had abused Erestor. “You did the right thing by bringing him here. He already looks much improved, then.”

“You have no idea how much he has improved!” Elrond sat down on the small bench and took his wife into his arms. “He befriended Melpomaen and Lindir as well. Together with Glorfindel, the four of us have been taking care of him.”

Celebrían cocked her head and murmured, “There is more.”

Elrond nodded. “I am worried. I knew you would understand and accept Erestor, but I worry about our sons’ reaction to Erestor’s presence. Will they accept him?”

She nodded her head. “They will – eventually. This is quite a shock to them, to find another child has gained a place in your heart. They will be jealous for a while. Are you going to tell them about Erestor’s past?”

“Not yet. I am afraid it would put Erestor at a disadvantage. They might use his past against him if they are as jealous as you believe they are.”

“Give them time…” Celebrían rested her head against her husband’s shoulder and enjoyed having Elrond close again. “I missed you too.” Although she enjoyed spending time with her parents, her heart belonged to Elrond and Imladris had become her home.

~~~

“They don’t like me,” Erestor said somberly. He sat cross-legged on Glorfindel’s bed and watched the golden-haired Elf braid his hair. It was almost time to join the rest in the Hall of Fire for dinner and Erestor was not looking forward to facing the twins again. “I saw it in their eyes.” And he had sensed it as well, but had instinctively raised mental defenses he didn’t know he had and had thus been able to lock out their negative feelings for the rest of their meeting.

Glorfindel had finished braiding his golden tresses and advanced on the bed. He sat down, opened his arms, and encouraged the Elfling to snuggle up to him, which Erestor promptly did. “Elladan and Elrohir are used to being the only Elflings at Elrond’s court. They are jealous because you are now here as well.”

“Maybe I should go away then! Elrond is their father and I don’t want…”

Glorfindel stopped the boy from finishing that sentence. He pulled away, placed his large warrior’s hands on either side of the Elfling’s head, and raised the face so Erestor was forced to meet his gaze. “Do not ever speak of going away, Erestor. This is your home and the twins’ jealousy will lessen. It will just take time.” Glorfindel’s features briefly contorted and he added, “I do not want you to run, Erestor. You are much stronger than that.” He forced himself to sound cheery when he said, “And you have me! I am your champion! You can always count on me.”

Erestor smiled at the adult Elf. “I know that…” Yes, with Glorfindel at his side he could face the twins again.

~~~

“I can not believe Ada took him in!” Elladan stared at his reflection in the mirror. The Elfling who looked back at him fumed with anger. The eyes were big with disbelief and something akin to hatred. “Ada is supposed to love us! Only us! Not some other Elfling as well!”

Elrohir walked up to his twin and joined Elladan in staring at the mirror. They were identical in most ways. They shared the same facial features, the color of their eyes, the curve of their lips, and their father’s hair color, as well as Elrond’s disposition. Like Elrond, Elladan could throw impressive tantrums if provoked. And Erestor’s presence was enough to provoke one. Elrohir tried to calm his more impulsive brother. “I do not like him being here either, but…”

Out of the two brothers, Elrohir was the calmest and more inclined to think everything over in a rational way before passing judgment. Their personalities complemented each other, but only when they were together. On their own, Elrohir became indecisive and Elladan prone to rash actions.

Elladan turned around and looked his twin in the eye. “This is our home, Elrohir. Ada is our Ada and I do not want to share!” Their mother always told them that it was important to share but Elladan disagreed. “They belong to us!”

Elrohir hugged his brother close and whispered, “Maybe Erestor will only stay here for a while?” He hated arguments and people being unable to cooperate. He wanted everyone to be friends. “Maybe we will even like Erestor once we know him?”

“How can you say that?” Angry, Elladan pulled away and glared at his twin. “He is an intruder! He does not belong here. I want him gone and I will do my best to make sure he leaves!”

Elrohir shook his head. “Elladan, do not do anything rash.”

Elladan’s eyes narrowed. No, he wouldn’t do anything rash. He would think everything over and once he had found a way to rid himself of Erestor, he would proceed.

~~~

Elrond had rearranged the seating arrangement at the main table. He’d had more chairs added so he could form a sort of protective circle around Erestor, just in case his sons reacted spitefully. Lindir and Melpomaen would sit to Erestor’s right, while Glorfindel would guard Erestor’s left.

Celebrían seated herself next to her husband and gestured for Elrohir to sit down as well. Elladan was seated to Elrond’s right and Elrohir to Celebrían’s left so the Lord and Lady of Imladris sat at the center and were flanked by their sons.

A moment later, Glorfindel and Erestor appeared and Elladan glared at the intruder. Elrohir might not share his hatred for the younger boy, but that didn’t stop Elladan from thinking of some plans. He was determined to find a way to drive Erestor away, but when he saw Glorfindel holding Erestor’s hand and seating himself in-between them, Elladan realized he had a bigger problem than he had thought. Glorfindel was clearly fond of Erestor and would protect him. He had to find a way to deal with Glorfindel first.

Elrohir caught an echo of his twin’s thoughts and felt displeased for several reasons. Yes, he felt dismayed that Erestor now resided in Imladris, but the fact that Elladan so clearly ignored his advice vexed him as well. His brother should listen to him! But Elladan could be very stubborn at times!

The last Elves to join them were Lindir and Melpomaen. The two were surprised to find that they were to be seated at the main table. They had fully expected to be moved to another table once Celebrían had returned.

Elrond and Celebrían tried to engage everyone in conversation, but the tension at the table was palpable to all present. A dark cloud seemed to enfold Elladan and his jealousy and anger practically poisoned the air.

Erestor made certain that his gaze remained trained on the table. He didn’t raise his eyes even once, but he still felt Elladan’s angry gaze upon him. Dinner became torturous and Erestor wanted nothing more than to leave.

“Maybe the three of you can study together?” Elrond suggested, hoping that the three Elflings studying together would bring them closer together.

Elladan glared at his father and determinedly shook his head. “He will slow us down and Elrohir and I do not want him to be there.” Elrohir arched an eyebrow in a perfect imitation of Elrond.

Displeased, Elrond gave his heir a hard look. “I am certain that you will like Erestor if you give him a fair chance.”

“I do not have to like him! I do not want to like him!” Elladan almost raised his voice, but then reminded himself that it wouldn’t do in his father’s presence. “This is not his home! You are not his Ada!”

Elrond forced himself to remain calm and drew in a deep breath. “Erestor has no Ada of his own. Nor does he have a mother. Erestor is alone in this world.”

“Then he can go someplace else and steal someone else’s Ada and Nana! He is not having mine!” Elladan crossed his arms in front of his chest and stared defiantly at Erestor. “They are my Ada and Nana! Not yours.”

Erestor felt speechless. He had expected the twins to dislike him, but hadn’t considered the fact that Elladan might hate him with a passion. “I don’t want to steal your parents away from you,” he mumbled and gave Elrond a pleading look. “Maybe I should go away?”

Glorfindel tightened his hold on Erestor’s fingers. “The only place where you are going later are my rooms when it is time to go to sleep. Nowhere else, do you hear me?”

Celebrían had taken her time to study her sons and had reached the conclusion that Elladan was on his own. Elrohir didn’t seem to share his brother’s dislike. “Elladan, I will always remain your mother… and Elrond your father. Erestor is not here to take us away from you.”

But Elladan was a stubborn child and shook his head. “He is an intruder. He does not belong here!”

“He is half-Elven, like we are,” Elrond said in an effort to reason with to Elladan. “In a way, he IS family, Elladan.”

Elrond’s words only fueled Elladan’s anger. He had always taken pride in the fact that he was half-Elven as Elrond had told them that they were special because of that and now Erestor was special too. Had he been able to get away with it, he would have jumped up and have left the dinner table, but he knew his father well enough to realize Elrond wouldn’t tolerate that kind of behavior. “I do not like you,” he spat, addressing Erestor, whose big, brown eyes were suddenly fastened on his. “I want you gone!”

“Elladan, do not do that!” Elrohir leaned forward and glared at his twin. Being the more sensitive of the two, he had sensed Erestor’s discomfort and hurt and had no intention to add to it. At times like these, he wished he could shake some sense into his dumb-witted brother.

Feeling ashamed because Elladan was acting in such an inappropriate way, Elrond’s gaze sought out his wife’s. He was surprised to see her smiling.

/Elrohir does not agree with his brother,/ she said mentally. /It will take time, but I am confident Elrohir will change his brother’s mind./

/Let us hope that will happen shortly. It hurts to see Erestor upset./ Elrond’s gaze shifted from his wife to Glorfindel. The warrior’s gaze was determined and seeing the love and affection which Glorfindel held for Erestor comforted Elrond. Erestor might not realize it yet, but the boy had a formidable champion at his side.

~~~

Later that evening, after Glorfindel had taken Erestor back to his rooms, the warrior tried to cheer up the Elfling, but nothing worked. Erestor remained quiet, withdrawn, and distant.

The boy didn’t say anything when Glorfindel readied him for bed. Glorfindel removed the tunic and leggings and helped Erestor step into a warm nightshirt. He then pushed back the covers and patted the mattress.

“Hop on.” But Erestor remained sullen even though the Elfling complied and sat down on the mattress. Glorfindel raised the boy’s feet and tucked him in.

He then removed the braids from his hair, slipped into a nightshirt as well, and stretched out on his side next to Erestor. Lifting one arm, he invited the boy to cuddle up to him. Normally Erestor did so enthusiastically, but this time around, he seemed uncertain. Glorfindel pulled Erestor close and stroked the dark hair.

“You are still upset,” Glorfindel said in the hope that Erestor was willing to discuss the way Elladan had affected the boy. “I do not blame you… Elladan was mean to you.”

Erestor fought back a sob and folded his short arms around Glorfindel’s waist. He buried his face in the nightshirt and closed his eyes in an attempt to keep the tears from falling. “I shouldn’t have come here! You shouldn’t have bought me!”

Glorfindel prayed for the strength and patience which he needed to see Erestor through this emotional storm. “That is not true. You belong here. Elrond, Melpomaen, Lindir, and I… We love you. We want you here.”

“But *they* want me gone!” Erestor clawed at the fabric of Glorfindel’s shirt. “I felt their hatred!”

Glorfindel shook his head and rubbed soothing circles onto the boy’s trembling back. Erestor was crying – the shivers that rocked the tiny body told him as much. “I do not think they both hate you. Elladan dislikes you, I will concede to that, but I did not feel that Elrohir dislikes you too. He even tried to calm his brother.”

“That doesn’t matter. I still felt their hatred.” Erestor shivered and pressed closer to Glorfindel. “But I don’t want to go away. I like it here… I like you.”

“I love you too, Erestor, and I wish you would not worry that much.” Glorfindel moved until he could intercept Erestor’s gaze. The big, brown eyes were filled with tears. Sobs racked the Elfling’s body and Erestor’s fingers clawed at whatever fabric they could grab a hold of. “Give it time. For now, I suggest you stay away from Elladan, but you might want to try befriending Elrohir. You will stand stronger with Elrohir backing you up against Elladan.”

But Erestor’s expression turned sad and the boy said, “I don’t want to come between them. They are twins.” He had sensed their unique connection and would never make Elrohir chose between Elladan and him.

“We should stop thinking about this,” Glorfindel said eventually. “The three of you just met. Elladan might act differently tomorrow.” Children were unpredictable and maybe Elladan might change his mind the next day.

Erestor didn’t share that belief, but didn’t say so. Instead, he buried his face in Glorfindel’s nightshirt and his fingers in the long, golden hair. “But I still have you, Glorfindel?”

Glorfindel heard the question in the words and said, “Aye, you will always have me.” He then pressed a kiss onto the raven hair and added, “Go to sleep now, Erestor. You had a draining day.” Hopefully, Elladan would act friendlier the next day.

TBC

Part 2

Melpomaen quickly realized that Erestor was finding it hard to concentrate on that day’s lesson. The boy’s thoughts were constantly drifting off and the Advisor knew exactly what was occupying Erestor’s mind. “Do not fret about Elladan. He will turn around in the end.”

Erestor looked up from his paper and placed the quill onto the desk. Thoughtfully, he looked into Melpomaen’s eyes, which radiated warmth and affection. “I still think I should go away and leave Elrond to his sons, but Glorfindel won’t let me.”

“Neither will I.” Melpomaen sat on his heels and caressed the boy’s face by running his thumb over the skin. “I have grown fond of you too, Erestor.”

Erestor blushed and lowered his gaze. “How well do you know Elladan?”

Melpomaen pulled up a chair and sat down next to Erestor. He gathered the smaller hands into his and rubbed them. “I have known Elladan since his birth and rocked him when he was little. Elladan is stubborn, impulsive, and rash, and Elrohir usually balances him out.” Melpomaen smiled. “And Elrohir is on your side. That gives you an advantage.”

“Where are they now?” Erestor had written Elrond’s name in his best handwriting and wanted to show the Elf-Lord his latest accomplishment, but not when Elladan was already visiting with Elrond.

“They are studying with their teacher.” One of the older Advisors had taken it upon himself to teach the twins and Melpomaen actually felt grateful that he hadn’t been chosen to do so for he preferred teaching Erestor. The twins had been spoiled and Elladan in particular, since the boy was Elrond’s heir.

“I…” Erestor paused and nibbled on his bottom lip. “I would like to show Elrond what I wrote down.” He pointed at the sheet of paper. “I wrote his name.” And for the first time, he felt satisfied with his writing. It didn’t look awkward or clumsy this time around. “Do you believe Elrond would like to see it?”

“Let us find out.” Melpomaen rose from his chair, but kept the fingers of his right hand wrapped around Erestor’s left. “We will take it with us. Pick up the paper, Erestor.”

Erestor did as he was told and carried the paper with him as they made their way to Elrond’s office. He hoped that Elrond was alone. The last thing he wanted was to give Elladan another reason to dislike him.

“Elrond? Erestor is here to see you,” Melpomaen said once they stood in the doorway to Elrond’s study. Since the door was open, they had simply entered.

Elrond sat behind his desk and was reading the latest reports. Everything was quiet at his borders and he hoped it would stay that way. “By all means, enter!” He placed the report aside, pushed his chair away from the desk, and gestured for Erestor to walk up to him. “How do you fair today, Erestor? Did you sleep well?” It had been odd the other night sleeping without holding Erestor close. He had even woken once to make sure Erestor was fine, but he had found his wife curled up to him instead.

“I’m fine,” Erestor said softly and blushed. “And I slept well. Glorfindel guards my sleep and hugs me close.”

“That is good,” Elrond replied as he smiled warmly. He was relieved to hear that. “So, I surmise that you like to stay with Glorfindel?”

Erestor nodded his head once, but then gave Elrond a guilty look. “I like sleeping in your arms as well, but that’s impossible now that your Lady is back.”

Elrond ran his fingers through Erestor’s hair. Contrary to Elrond, who preferred to braid the raven tresses, Glorfindel never bothered with braiding and encouraged the boy to wear it loose. “But you can always come to me. I hope you know that, Erestor.”

“I’m here now, aren’t I?” Erestor gave Elrond a cheeky grin.

Seeing that grin took away most of Elrond’s fears. Apparently Erestor was handling the situation better than he had thought. “And what brought you here? Do you want a hug?” He wiggled an eyebrow and grinned in turn.

“I wanted to show you this.” Proudly, Erestor presented the paper to the Elf-Lord. “Can you read what I wrote?”

“You wrote down my name! And elegantly at that! Well done!” Elrond’s enthusiasm showed in his expression and his smile. “You are a quick study!”

Erestor blushed. “Thank you.” He still found it hard to accept compliments.

At that moment, Melpomaen cleared his throat to delicately hint that someone had joined them.

Elladan glared at Erestor, who had crawled onto Elrond’s lap and was now seated on one of the Elf-Lord’s knees. Erestor was stealing his father away from him and he wasn’t going to allow it. Resolutely he walked up to Erestor, grabbed hold of the paper the boy was still holding, and tore it up. “Get out!”

It was impossible to say who felt more shocked: Elrond or Erestor. Although, it probably was Elrond since Erestor knew to expect something like that from the jealous Elfling. Tears filled Erestor’s eyes but he refused to cry in front of Elladan. He didn’t want to give Elladan the satisfaction that he had managed to hurt him.

Elrond blinked. His son’s actions had surprised him. Once he had composed himself, he rose from his chair and handed Erestor to Melpomaen. “Take Erestor back to your study. I must deal with my misbehaving son now.”

Melpomaen settled Erestor in his arms against his chest and whispered, “This is not your fault, Erestor. You did nothing wrong.” It was important to the Advisor to reassure the boy, who might otherwise blame himself.

Erestor wrapped his arms around Melpomaen’s neck and buried his face against the Advisor’s tunic. He didn’t want to look at Elladan or at Elrond. He wanted to be away from them. He wanted Glorfindel, but the Captain was away on patrol and he only had Melpomaen to turn to.

Melpomaen carried Erestor out of the room and returned to his study. He sat down on the rug in front of the blazing fireplace and held Erestor close. Instinctively, he rocked the boy and hummed softly. “Sorry, I can not sing…even if my life depended on it. I never hit the right tone.”

Melpomaen’s admission made Erestor smile in spite of his sorrow and he lifted his head to look at the adult Elf. “I love you too, Mel.” He had grown fond of the shy Advisor, who was still wrestling with his own insecurities. “I want to stay with you today.” He didn’t want to run into Elladan again. “Can I stay here until it is time to go to bed?”

Melpomaen understood, but felt it was his duty to say, “But you can not hide in here, Erestor.”

“Only for today,” Erestor answered pleadingly.

“Of course,” Melpomaen said, giving in and hugging Erestor close again. He didn’t want Erestor to taste Elladan’s anger again that day.

~~~

Elrond closed the door and then turned to lecture his oldest son. “What you did was uncalled for, Elladan.” He picked up the pieces of paper from the floor and placed them on his desk. “Erestor worked hard to write that.” He seated himself and searched his son’s eyes, which were full of challenge and without remorse. “Erestor is younger than you, Elladan. I want you to look after him, not attack him.”

“And I want you to send him away!” Elladan glared at his father. “You have Elrohir and me! Are we not enough? Why do you want him here? You are *our* Ada! Not his! I refuse to share you with him!”

Elrond patted his knee and a moment later, Elladan crawled onto it. Although the Elfling’s expression remained defiant, Elrond thought he also saw something else in it, namely insecurity. “I love you, Elladan. You are my firstborn and my heir. No one will ever take your place and it is not Erestor’s intention to take you away from me.”

Elladan started to protest, but Elrond shook his head and the Elfling swallowed his objections. Whenever his father looked at him like that, he knew better than to argue with him.

“You do not have to embrace Erestor as your younger brother, although I hope that one day you will, but I will not let you hurt him. You hurt him yesterday and you hurt him again today. Erestor did nothing to hurt you.” Elrond pointed at the shredded paper. “I remember the day you came to me feeling proud because you had written your mother’s name… How would you have felt if someone shredded your writing?”

But Elladan remained stubborn. “She is my Nana! That is different. You are not his Ada!”

Elrond drew in a deep breath and cursed the fact that Elladan could be so stubborn. “The day Elrohir and you were born I vowed to love and protect you as long as I lived. Elrohir and you are flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood and Erestor is not. You are right in that regard. But there are many sorts of relationships, Elladan. I have adopted Erestor as my own and I will love, raise, and protect him as well.”

All Elladan heard was that he was supposed to share his father with Erestor. “I do not want that! He should get his own Ada. You are mine already!”

“But Erestor has no Ada of his own.”

“The truth is that nobody wants him!” Elladan didn’t really know why he had said that. He only knew that he wanted to make Elrond understand that the adult was supposed to love only Elrohir and him.

“I tried being understandable,” Elrond said in displeasure before placing Elladan back onto his feet. “You are being unreasonable, Elladan, and I want you to go to your room and consider your behavior. The things you said were spiteful and reek of jealousy. You *will* apologize to Erestor the next time you see him.”

“I will not!” Elladan ran toward the doorway and glared at Elrond over his shoulder. “Never! He is the intruder! I am not.” He opened the door and managed to slam it behind him, which was quite an impressive show of strength for such a small Elfling.

“The Valar help us,” Elrond said with a sigh and then rose to follow his son and make sure that Elladan was heading back to his rooms.

~~~

Elrohir felt shaken. He had followed Elladan to their father’s study and had remained in the antechamber while Elladan had thrown his tantrum. He hid in the shadows of the curtains when Elladan rushed past him and made sure Elrond didn’t see him when the Elf-Lord went after his disobedient son.

Once the coast was clear, Elrohir stepped forward and considered his next action. Erestor didn’t deserve being treated like that and Elrohir felt guilty for the way his brother had misbehaved. He really didn’t particularly like Erestor himself, but Elladan had been mean when he had ripped the piece of paper apart. Elladan wasn’t going to apologize, Elrohir knew that much, and it wouldn’t be the first time that he would apologize in his brother’s stead.

Elrohir left the antechamber and headed for Melpomaen’s study.

~~~

Erestor had calmed down and Melpomaen had convinced the boy to continue their writing lesson. Erestor dipped his quill in the ink and was attempting to copy a paragraph from a book, which was the last assignment he had to complete that day. After that, Melpomaen had promised to take him to Lindir and the three of them would eat dinner in Melpomaen’s rooms. Erestor was already looking forward to that. He loved hearing Lindir sing and the minstrel would doubtlessly honor his request to sing for them.

“Can I come inside?”

Hearing the unexpected voice took Erestor aback and the quill dropped from his fingers. The confrontation with Elladan earlier had left Erestor feeling nervous and for one moment, he thought the bully had come after him, but then he realized it wasn’t Elladan standing in the doorway – it was Elrohir. He could tell so because the texture of Elrohir’s mind felt different from Elladan’s. Elrohir’s thoughts didn’t feel as poisonous as Elladan’s.

Melpomaen considered the Elfling’s request and probed Erestor’s eyes. Erestor’s expression held insecurity and Melpomaen realized that Erestor wanted to hide and never talk to either of the twins again. But he had to do what was best for all of them. “Aye, you may come inside.”

Erestor tensed and seemed to shrink into himself. He bowed his head and let his hair fall in front of his face. He didn’t want Elrohir to see how nervous he felt.

Elrohir walked over to where Erestor was sitting and came to a halt next to the other boy. He regretted being unable to look at Erestor’s face because he *did* want to find out more about the other Elfling. He wanted to know exactly why his father had adopted Erestor. He wondered why Erestor had no parents of his own. Each Elfling did, so why not Erestor? “I am sorry for what Elladan did. He did not have the right to tear up the paper or to say those things.”

Melpomaen sucked in his breath involuntarily. Elrohir apologizing for his twin was a big step.

Erestor peeked at Elrohir through the strands of his hair. “No, he’s right. I don’t belong here. I should go away…but I have nowhere to go.” He shivered as he imagined having to return to his former master. He would die if he had to go back there, especially since he knew that people cared about him.

Melpomaen was about to intervene when Elrohir spoke first.

“I do not know much about you, Erestor...” Elrohir sensed some of Erestor’s fears and moved a little closer. Since Erestor was seated on a wooden bench and there was enough space for him to sit next to Erestor, Elrohir climbed onto it and seated himself beside Erestor. “But maybe we can get to know each other?”

Erestor blinked. He was afraid to believe Elrohir was for real. “I’m not a fool. I know you don’t want me here!”

Elrohir told himself it was understandable that Erestor didn’t want to believe him. Elladan had been hostile and Elrohir hadn’t been exactly friendly either the other day. “I had better go away now.” Elrohir regretted that Erestor didn’t believe him, but he also knew that he couldn’t force the other boy to become friends with him. “Maybe we can play together tomorrow?”

But Erestor shook his head. “I don’t believe you. Elladan put you up to this.”

Elrohir cocked his head and considered the other boy. Maybe he should have waited a little longer before talking to Erestor, who was apparently still upset. “We will talk again tomorrow, Erestor.”

Melpomaen returned the parting smile which Elrohir gave him. Elrohir had restored his hope in the twins.

~~~

“Erestor will not join us for dinner. Melpomaen, Lindir, and Erestor asked to be excused since they will dine in private.” Elrond felt like he had personally let Erestor down.

Celebrían could tell that the news had upset her husband. The mere fact that Elrond was telling her this in a pained voice was indication enough that the half-Elf felt disappointed. She knew what had happened between Elladan and Erestor that afternoon and felt displeased with her son’s behavior as well. She too had lectured him, but Elladan had remained unimpressed. Seated next to Elrond, Elladan didn’t look particularly repentant. Actually, Elladan looked pleased because Erestor wasn’t going to join them for dinner. Her son knew exactly why that was and felt smug because of it.

Elrohir was still battling a guilty conscience. He had done his best to make amends but Erestor had been suspicious and he couldn’t blame the other Elfling for not trusting him. This was all Elladan’s fault and his twin had already tasted Elrohir’s wrath since Elrohir had ignored him for the rest of the day.

“Elladan, why can you not accept that Erestor is here to stay?” Elrond asked his heir. “Erestor is not going to leave. Even if he wanted to leave, I would not permit it because Imladris is now his home.”

Celebrían knew it was also up to her to make her oldest son see that she accepted Erestor in their lives. “Elladan, your father is right. Erestor is here to stay.”

“But he is not your son!” Elladan countered in an angry voice. “And he is not our brother!” He folded his arms in front of his chest and stared at his plate, refusing to eat anything. He would make his parents see that he was right and they were wrong!

~~~

Erestor finally felt a bit more at ease once he was wedged in between Melpomaen and Lindir. They had eaten their fill and had then snuggled up in bed together. Erestor had been amused at seeing how bashful Melpomaen acted whenever Lindir kissed him. This situation was so different from what he had witnessed when he had lived in the slave trader’s house. He had never seen two people so much in love and dedicated to each other. Watching Melpomaen and Lindir was something Erestor truly enjoyed.

“Are you comfortable?” Lindir smiled at Erestor, who had cuddled up to him. The boy rested his head against his shoulder and smiled back at him.

“Yes,” Erestor purred, pleased. Melpomaen had wrapped his arms around him from behind and Erestor felt safe and warm in their embrace. Although, there was one person who could make him feel even more at ease and that was Glorfindel. But Glorfindel was patrolling the borders and contrary to the last time when the warrior had left, Erestor didn’t feel the fear and panic he had experienced back then. This time around, he *knew* that nothing would happen to Glorfindel during this patrol. His hero would return to him uninjured. Erestor never asked himself why he felt so and Elrond was too busy sorting out family matters to wonder if the hint of foresight which Erestor had shown was a true gift.

Lindir reached for Melpomaen and twined strands of his lover’s dark-blond hair around his fingertips. He sometimes fantasized about having a family of his own. But since his lover was male, Lindir knew that they would never have children of their own and so they had adopted Erestor instead. Melpomaen and Lindir had promised themselves to look after the boy and take care of him during Glorfindel’s absence.

“Go to sleep, Erestor… The longer you sleep, the faster time will pass and the quicker Glorfindel will return.” Melpomaen smiled lovingly at Lindir and stroked Erestor’s hair.

Erestor smiled contentedly as he rubbed his cheek against the fabric of Lindir’s nightshirt and let go of his thoughts and worries. Slipping into sleep, his last thought was that he wished Elladan would stop hating and begin accepting him.

~~~

The next morning, Erestor was crossing the courtyard to go to Melpomaen’s study when he caught sight of one of the three silver-haired Elves who had escorted the Lady Celebrían back home. He had heard their names, but hadn’t committed them to memory and found himself wondering who this Elf was. The silver-haired Elf was attending to his mare, brushing her coat until it started to shine.

Haldir caught sight of the Elfling from the corner of his eye. Curious as he was, he had made some inquiries about the boy who had unexpectedly taken up residence in Imladris. Eventually, he had ended up talking to Lindir, but the minstrel had been reluctant to share information about the young half-Elf. The boy had stopped walking and was eyeing him curiously. Haldir turned around and smiled at him.

Erestor immediately lowered his eyes and practically fled toward the main building. Haldir was an unknown factor and Erestor still felt suspicious of strangers. At a moment like this, the slave trader’s teachings returned to him and he froze in his movements suddenly, feeling paralyzed.

Haldir wondered about the sudden stop Erestor made and frowned. The boy had grown pale and was shaking like a leaf. Haldir slowly approached the Elfling and sat on his heels in front of Erestor. He moved his hand in front of Erestor’s face, but the boy didn’t even blink. It was as if Erestor was lost in thought – maybe memories. “Erestor? I do not know what is wrong with you, but I would feel less worried if you would talk to me. Look at me, little one.”

Haldir’s voice registered with Erestor, who blinked. Startled, he realized he was looking Haldir in the eye and immediately averted his gaze.

Haldir wondered what he had done to scare the Elfling like he had. “I am a friend, little one. My name is Haldir. Is your name Erestor?”

Haldir’s voice had a soothing effect on Erestor, who blinked and peeked at Haldir’s hazel eyes. The Elf’s face was a friendly one and the eyes sparkled with life. Unintentionally, Erestor reached out to probe Haldir’s mind and what he sensed reassured him. Shyly, he nodded his head. “Yes, I’m Erestor.”

Haldir felt relieved once the child began responding to him. “Where are you going, Erestor?”

“I’m on my way to Melpomaen to study with him.” But Erestor’s gaze shifted to Haldir’s horse and remained trained on the mare’s form. He liked animals. “Is she yours?”

“Aye, she allows me to ride her. Would you like to meet her?”

Erestor gingerly nodded his head. “Can I?”

Haldir offered Erestor his hand and the boy took it. Together, they made their way over to the horse.

“Her name is Aewvaran¹” Haldir said. “She has a gentle disposition. Do you want to brush her coat?” After Erestor had nodded, Haldir handed the Elfling the brush. Using a bucket which he had put upside down, he helped Erestor atop of it so the boy could easily reach the mare’s flank. “Like that,” he said as he placed his large hand on Erestor’s and guided the Elfling’s fingers.

Erestor enjoyed the repetitive motion and lost himself in it. Therefore, he didn’t notice Elrohir’s arrival on the courtyard.

“Morning, Haldir,” Elrohir said, trying to sound friendly. “Morning, Erestor.”

Startled, Erestor swayed and almost toppled off the bucket. Haldir steadied the boy and stopped him from falling. “Be careful, Erestor. And good morning, Elrohir.”

With Haldir’s help, Erestor climbed off the bucket and stared at Elrohir. “I have to go now. I can’t keep Mel waiting.”

“I am sorry to see you go,” Haldir said honestly. “Maybe you can seek me out later?” He liked the boy, who seemed shy and lost. Erestor didn’t react verbally, nor did he nod or shake his head. He simply began to make his way over to the main building.

“Please wait for me!” Elrohir ran after Erestor and eventually caught up with the other boy.

Erestor was tempted to speed up, but Elrohir beat him to it and came to a halt next to him. “What do you want from me? I was going to leave the two of you alone. I promise I won’t visit with Elrond again. You can have him to yourself. After all, he is *your* father, not mine.”

Taken aback by Erestor’s bitter tone, Elrohir felt frozen and didn’t follow the other boy inside. Composing himself took a few minutes, but then he rushed inside after Erestor. Erestor wasn’t getting away from him that easily.

TBC

¹ Aewvaran – brown bird – Claudio’s name generator

Part 3

Melpomaen was pleasantly surprised to see Elrohir enter after Erestor. Erestor was already on his way over to his desk where Melpomaen had placed a quill, ink, and paper so Erestor could continue practicing his writing. In the afternoon, they would work on Erestor’s reading skills and later that evening, Melpomaen could hopefully return Erestor to Glorfindel’s care since the Captain was expected to return that evening.

Erestor seated himself and picked up the quill, pretending that Elrohir wasn’t present. “Good morning, Mel,” he said and concentrated on the assignment which he had failed to finish yesterday. He focused on copying the letters in the book.

“Good morning to you, too, Erestor,” Melpomaen said as he walked toward the desk. “And to you, Elrohir.”

“Good morning, Melpomaen.” Elrohir stood next to Erestor’s desk and considered his options. Erestor was doing his best to ignore him and Erestor’s words had given him cause for concern. Elladan had already done a lot of damage by expressing himself so violently. “Can I study with Erestor today?”

Erestor’s writing paused when he heard that request. He hoped Melpomaen would tell Elrohir to seek out his brother and own teacher instead.

“But of course you can!” Melpomaen gave Elrohir an encouraging smile. He approved of Elrohir’s attempt to befriend Erestor and would help where he could. “Erestor, make way for Elrohir. That bench is large enough to hold the two of you.”

Erestor looked at Melpomaen and opened his mouth to protest, but by then Elrohir already moved in place and was sitting next to him. They sat close enough for their elbows to touch and unbidden, Erestor sensed Elrohir’s genuine desire to know him. He hadn’t probed Elrohir’s mind on purpose, it had just happened.

“Maybe I can help?” Elrohir offered as he studied the words Erestor had already written. Elladan had hurt Erestor and Elrohir realized that winning Erestor’s friendship would take time – all thanks to his stubborn brother.

“I don’t need your help. Melpomaen is here to help me.” Erestor raised his defenses and shifted a bit to the left so he was no longer in contact with the other Elfling.

Elrohir wasn’t discouraged. His twin could be extremely stubborn at times and he had learned to handle that character trait, which Erestor seemed to possess as well. The Elfling placed a sheet of paper in front of him, borrowed one of Melpomaen’s quills, and then started to write in his best handwriting.

Erestor felt curious in spite of his desire to keep Elrohir at a distance and eyed the word Elrohir was writing. Surprised, he realized that Elrohir had written down Erestor’s name. Elrohir’s handwriting was perfect and made Erestor’s look like that of a clumsy toddler. Erestor’s puzzlement increased when Elrohir continued to write.

Melpomaen kept a close eye on the two Elflings. He had faith in Elrohir. The boy was intelligent and more empathic than his twin. If anyone could cross the distance that had risen between the Elflings, it was Elrohir.

Elrohir finished writing and placed the sheet of paper in front of Erestor. It never crossed his mind that Erestor might not have learned to read sentences yet.

“What does it say?” Erestor asked. He felt embarrassed because he couldn’t make much sense of the words Elrohir had written.

Melpomaen had already read the text and smiled at Elrohir. “Tell him.”

“It says: Erestor, welcome to the Last Homely House.” Elrohir managed to hide his surprise. Erestor wasn’t that much younger than he was and an Elfling that age should have been able to read short sentences effortlessly.

“Erestor has only been studying with me since he arrived,” Melpomaen explained when he saw the questions in Elrohir’s eyes. “No one taught him to read and write where he first lived.”

“Where did you live before you came here?” Elrohir saw his chance to learn more about the mysterious Elfling who was sitting next to him. Erestor was watching him through long eye lashes and strands of raven hair.

“I don’t want to talk about him.” Erestor had done his best to forget about the slave trader and now Elrohir was trying to make him remember. “He wasn’t a nice man.”

“Man? As in a Man?” Elrohir frowned. “You lived with humans?”

Erestor felt uncomfortable and stared at the piece of paper that held Elrohir’s welcome. “Yes, I did.”

“Elrohir…” Melpomaen said warningly. He could tell that Erestor didn’t want to discuss his painful past and it was also much too soon for Elrohir to discover the truth about Erestor. Elrohir would tell his twin and Elladan would use that information against Erestor.

“It was not my intention to pry.” Elrohir studied Erestor closer and saw that the dark-brown eyes were haunted. “I have to go study with Elladan now. He will feel neglected if I do not join him, but…” Elrohir quickly glanced at Melpomaen and after the Advisor had given his consent with a nod, Elrohir added, “Haldir is taking me to the Bruinen tomorrow. He will let me ride his horse. Maybe you would like to come along? Elladan will not be there. He is pouting because Ada grounded him.”

Melpomaen liked the idea, but one look at Erestor’s face told him that the boy was going to decline. “That is an excellent idea! Why do you not ask Glorfindel to accompany you?”

Erestor squirmed. “Glorfindel will be too tired to take me there. He has been on patrol for days.”

Melpomaen smiled gently at Erestor, who after a moment of hesitation, returned the gaze. “Glorfindel will welcome the distraction and will love taking you there. I will ask him upon his return.”

Elrohir smiled happily. “I will see you tomorrow, Erestor!” He moved off the bench and waved at Erestor while he made his way over to the doorway. “We will leave right after breakfast!” It would be his chance to show Erestor that he wasn’t like his twin and that his offer to befriend Erestor was for real.

Erestor waited for Elrohir to leave the room and then asked, "Melpomaen, why did you accept? I don’t want to go!”

“Erestor, Elrohir is trying to befriend you. Give him that chance. The three of you will grow up together and it would be best if you gained at least one friend your own age. Elrohir is a good boy.”

“I don’t want him near me!” But Erestor was lying and he could tell that Melpomaen knew that as well. He wanted to befriend Elrohir and even Elladan as well, but he was scared – scared that the twins were playing him and that Elladan had found an even crueler way to hurt him.

~~~

Glorfindel, still carrying the dust of the road on his clothes, snuck into Melpomaen’s study. The Advisor looked up and sighted him, but remained quiet, seemingly understanding the Captain’s intention to surprise Erestor. Erestor was reading softly and occasionally stumbled over the words he couldn’t properly pronounce yet. Melpomaen would correct him and encourage his student before Erestor would continue reading.

“Surprise!” Glorfindel whispered into Erestor’s ear once he was close enough to do so. Erestor’s reaction was instantaneous. The raven head snapped up and turned as a radiant smile appeared on the Elfling’s face. Erestor raised his arms and Glorfindel picked him up. Settling Erestor on his hip, he supported the boy and smiled warmly. “Did you miss me?”

Erestor nodded his head firmly. “I always do!” Glorfindel had arrived early. Erestor hadn’t expected the warrior home until after dinner.

“You do not look that worried,” Glorfindel commented as he observed the carefree expression in the boy’s eyes. The last time he had returned from a patrol, Erestor had practically been panicking!

“I knew nothing bad would happen to you.” Erestor gave Glorfindel a blinding smile.

Melpomaen let out a fake sigh, pretending to be exasperated, and said, “I suppose this means today’s lesson has come to an end!” He didn’t mind. He loved seeing Erestor happily hugging Glorfindel and by finishing early for the day, he could spend more time with Lindir.

“I will make up for it tomorrow!” Erestor offered readily.

But Melpomaen shook his head. “Nay, tomorrow morning you will accompany Haldir and Elrohir to the Bruinen. Glorfindel, you do not mind taking him, do you? It would do Erestor good and give Elrohir a chance to know Erestor better.”

Erestor froze in Glorfindel’s arms. “I don’t want to go there.”

Glorfindel frowned. What had happened during his absence? “We will discuss this over dinner,” he decided, since he wanted to give Erestor a chance to tell his side of the story as well.

Feeling reassured, Erestor rested his head against Glorfindel’s shoulder. “Thank you. I knew I could count on you.”

“That does not mean we are not going,” Glorfindel said as he carried Erestor into the corridor. “I agree with Melpomaen that it would be a good thing if Elrohir and you could be around each other.”

Erestor remained quiet. Once they were in the privacy of Glorfindel’s rooms he would tell the adult what Elladan had done and why they shouldn’t join Haldir and Elrohir in the morning. He was confident that he could convince Glorfindel to see things his way.

~~~

“Good evening, Glorfindel.” Elrond entered the Captain’s rooms and sat down on one of the comfortable chairs near the fireplace.

Glorfindel was still in the process of drying his hair and gave Elrond an inquisitive look.

“Where is Erestor?”

“Taking a bath,” Glorfindel answered as he seated himself opposite Elrond. He dropped the towel onto the floor and pulled his morning robe closer around his frame. “Erestor told me what happened – what Elladan did to him. I trust you lectured Elladan?”

“I did, but this is not something I can solve by lecturing Elladan. He feels threatened.”

“You spoiled Elladan. I told you that before.” Glorfindel leaned forward and warmed his hands at the fire.

Elrond nodded once. “You are right. Celebrían and I spoiled him. I hope it is not too late to undo the damage. I am glad though that Elrohir is making an effort to befriend Erestor.”

“Erestor does not trust Elrohir either.” Glorfindel ran his fingers through his damp hair. “We knew this could happen.”

“But I did not believe Elladan would react this aggressively. I confined him to his rooms and he has been pouting ever since. I told him to apologize to Erestor for ripping apart that piece of paper, but he refuses. It is difficult to reason with a child.”

“And how about Elrohir? Melpomaen told me that Elrohir is trying to befriend Erestor. Does he mean well or is he trying to hurt Erestor by pretending to make friends with him?” Glorfindel wasn’t going to take any chances. Erestor was much too precious to him and the boy had been hurt enough in the past.

“I believe Elrohir is sincere in his quest to befriend Erestor. He does not play the games Elladan does.” Elrond heard noises coming from the bathroom and the next moment a wrapped up Erestor appeared in the doorway. “Ah, there you are little one! I missed you! Are you going to give me a hug?”

Walking awkwardly because the blanket he had wrapped himself up in was dragging behind him and trying to trip him, Erestor made his way over to Elrond. “I missed you too.” He was surprised to see the adult because he had expected Elrond to prefer spending time with his family instead.

Elrond lifted the boy and placed him, complete with the woolen blanket, on his lap. The dark hair was still damp and Erestor’s nose was a bit red from the steam it had been exposed to. The boy looked adorable and Elrond’s heart swelled with fatherly pride. “I talked to Melpomaen and he told me that you are making excellent progress where your reading and writing skills are concerned.”

Erestor blushed at receiving the compliment. “I do my best.”

“Melpomaen also told me that Elrohir invited you and Glorfindel to tag along to the Bruinen tomorrow. I hope you will accept the offer, Erestor. Elrohir is sincere in his desire to befriend you. My sons might be twins, but character-wise they are much different.”

“I don’t know about that.” Erestor peeked first at Glorfindel’s face and then at Elrond’s. Both adults looked at him with hope-filled eyes. “Are you sure he isn’t playing games?” He would love to make friends with Elrohir, but he was scared.

“I am certain of it,” Elrond said while smoothing Erestor’s damp hair down the Elfling’s back. “I talked to him. I would have sensed the lie.”

“Can Glorfindel come as well? I don’t want to be alone with Elrohir and Haldir.” He didn’t really know the adult Elf and needed a familiar face close.

“We will go together,” Glorfindel said, smiling. “But now, I want you to dry your hair and change into your nightshirt.”

Erestor solemnly nodded his head, but before leaving Elrond’s lap, he wrapped his arms around Elrond and hugged the adult. “I will try hard to make Elrohir like me.”

But Elrond shook his head and looked Erestor in the eye. “Just be yourself. Elrohir is easy to like. Do not try too hard. Let Elrohir take the lead.”

“I will do that,” Erestor answered while Elrond placed him back on his feet again. He gave Elrond a warm smile and then returned to the bathroom to change into his nightshirt.

“Keep a close eye on them, Glorfindel. Although I know Haldir has the best intentions where Elrohir and Erestor are concerned, he does not know about Erestor’s problems and insecurities.” Haldir probably wanted to help the two Elflings know each other and become friends, but the silver-haired Elf didn’t know about Erestor’s prior history.

“I will watch them closely.” Glorfindel felt a bit reassured since Elrond believed Elrohir genuinely wanted to befriend Erestor. He hoped the two boys would deal with each other to a better benefit the next day since Erestor needed more friends.

~~~

Glorfindel chuckled when Erestor snuggled up to him. “Your hands and feet are cold!” The Elfling tried to return the embrace and the cold little fingers had found a way beneath his shirt. The toes wiggled against his upper leg and he reached down to rub the little appendages, trying to warm them. “And it is spring. You are not supposed to feel cold!”

“But I do!” Erestor giggled and pressed closer. He loved the feeling of Glorfindel holding him so protectively. It was the best feeling in the world! “I like you a lot, Glorfindel,” he mumbled sleepily. His eyes grew blank and he rubbed his cheek against Glorfindel’s chest while dozing off. He had never felt safer and warmer before, not even when sleeping in Elrond’s arms. This was perfection!

Glorfindel didn’t fall asleep right away. He stroked Erestor’s hair and pondered everything Elrond had told him that day. It pained him to hear that Elladan hated Erestor. All he could do was encourage the friendship between Erestor and Elrohir and hope that, in time, Elladan would feel left out. Maybe then, Elladan would make the effort to befriend Erestor as well. But that plan could also backfire and Elladan could grow to hate Erestor even more…

~~~

The next morning, Erestor was more subdued than normal and Glorfindel knew why the boy was acting that way. Erestor was nervous. “We will take Asfaloth for a ride.” They couldn’t all ride Haldir’s mare since there were four of them.

Haldir and Elrohir were already waiting for their companions in the courtyard. They had already mounted and were ready to head for the Bruinen when they caught sight of Glorfindel and Erestor. Elrohir smiled at Erestor and waved at him in greeting. “Hallo, Erestor! Hallo, Glorfindel!”

Erestor’s nervousness increased with Elrohir’s enthusiastic greeting. “Good morning,” he said eventually, prodded by Glorfindel into speaking.

It truly was a lovely day. All of the last remnants of winter had gone and Arien was warming up the lands. They no longer needed to wrap themselves up in warm clothes for a thick shirt would do.

“Ready to go?” Haldir inquired. He hoped the water of the Bruinen had also warmed up and that they might be able to go for a short swim. At the very least, the water should be warm enough for the Elflings to splash each other a bit.

“We are ready,” Glorfindel answered and gave Erestor an encouraging smile. He would make certain that Erestor had a lovely time at the Bruinen.

~~~

Haldir had packed lunch and spread a blanket over the grass so everyone could sit comfortably while they ate. The adults chatted while the two Elflings kept glancing at each other. Elrohir desperately wanted to talk to Erestor and find a way to befriend him, but Erestor kept him at a distance.

Once lunch was over, Elrohir made a valiant attempt at making the first step. “Do you want to play? We can play hide and seek in the forest!”

“That is a good idea,” Glorfindel quickly said before Erestor had a chance to decline. “But stay close. Do not stray too far away from us.” A large number of animals were housed in the woods and some of them would attack the Elflings.

“We will be careful!” Elrohir resolutely took Erestor’s hand in his and pulled the Elfling along until their forms disappeared between the trees.

Erestor considered protesting, but once their hands were touching, he could sense Elrohir’s excitement and the boy’s desire to befriend him. “Where are we going?”

They reached a clearing and Elrohir spun around, suddenly releasing Erestor’s hand. “I am going to hide and you have to find me!”

Erestor knew how the game was played, but wasn’t quite certain these were the surroundings to do so since he recalled Glorfindel’s warning well. “I will turn around then.” Erestor turned around and began to count. Behind him, he heard Elrohir’s footfalls move away from him. A part of him was thrilled that Elrohir wanted to play with him. It was becoming harder to distance himself emotionally since Elrohir was so kind to him. Erestor wanted friends, he really did, and it looked like Elrohir wanted to be his friend too!

He counted to twenty and then turned around. “I’m coming to find you,” he called out. After turning about he realized that Elrohir had hidden well and that he would have to search hard for the other boy. Erestor snuck soundlessly through the thicket in search of Elrohir. He was tempted to call out for the other boy, but kept quiet instead.

Suddenly, a high-pitched scream cut through the air and Erestor froze in his tracks. That was Elrohir screaming! Oh, what was he supposed to do now? Should he run back to Glorfindel and Haldir? But what if Elrohir was in immediate danger and needed help that instant? Another cry echoed through the trees and made Erestor act.

The boy sprinted in the direction the screams were coming from. His eyes widened as he realized that Elrohir had run into a boar, which was grunting and eyeing the other boy. The boar was scraping his hoof over the earth and was ready to attack Elrohir.

Elrohir realized how vulnerable he was. He had no weapon to defend himself and lacked the time to climb a tree to safety. The boar would attack and injure him before he could escape.

Erestor had no time to make plans or fetch the adults. He had to act now! He picked up a branch and waved it around while screaming at the boar. “Here, come over here!” Elrohir’s heart missed a beat when he saw Erestor endanger himself.

But Erestor’s action worked and distracted the boar long enough for Elrohir to jump into a tree and start to climb. At least one Elfling was safe, but Erestor had become the boar’s new target! Erestor didn’t have a chance at escape when the animal charged toward him.

“Run!” Elrohir screamed from his hiding place high up in the tree. His fingers clawed at the trunk and he prayed Erestor would escape in time.

“Erestor! Go to Haldir!” Glorfindel, who had also heard Elrohir’s screams, moved in front of Erestor and protected the Elfling with his own body. He drew his sword and stabbed it into the boar’s chest. He had never felt more thankful that he never went anywhere unarmed. He had learned that painful lesson in the past and made sure he could always defend himself.

Haldir grabbed hold of Erestor and moved the boy into safety. It was a good thing that Elrohir had screamed so loudly! They might not have realized something was wrong otherwise. “You are safe now.”

Erestor had instinctively wrapped his arms around Haldir’s neck for support and turned his head to see how Glorfindel was faring against the wild boar. The animal was still going through a series of convulsions, but had gone down and was stretched out on the forest floor.

“I did not see it coming! It surprised me!” Elrohir began to climb down and then landed on his feet.

“You did the right thing by calling out for help. Had you remained silent…” Glorfindel chose not to finish the sentence.

“Erestor saved me,” Elrohir clarified. He still felt a bit shaky, but with the boar dead, his nerves had begun to settle down again. He walked toward Erestor, who still had a tight hold on the branch. “Thank you.”

The branch finally dropped from Erestor’s hands and he gave Elrohir a weak smile. “I had to do something,” he mumbled, feeling embarrassed with everyone looking at him. He hated being the center of attention.

Glorfindel smiled as he saw the expression in Elrohir’s eyes and knew exactly what would happen next.Elrohir took a few steps toward Erestor and resolutely hugged the other boy.

At first Erestor froze, but then Elrohir’s gratitude and feelings of friendship washed over him and they convinced him to accept the hug.

“Are we friends?” Elrohir whispered the words into Erestor’s ear. “Please? I want that. You saved my life. You have to be my friend now – for as long as we live.”

Glorfindel and Haldir exchanged pleased smiles since they had also caught Elrohir’s words. Erestor’s dark eyes sought out Glorfindel’s and the warrior nodded once. /I hope you will accept,/ Glorfindel thought. /Elrohir would make a good and valuable friend./

Erestor realized this as well and he *did* want Elrohir to be his friend, so in the end, his decision wasn’t that hard. “All right, we’re friends then, Elrohir.” Erestor gathered his courage and hugged Elrohir back. He hoped that, since he had Elrohir’s friendship, that Elladan would start to like him as well.

TBC

Part 4

“What happened? And why were you not there to protect my son?” Elrond stared at Glorfindel in disbelief. “That boar could have killed my son and you know it!”

“Calm down, Elrond. Nothing happened.” Glorfindel knew the emotional storm would pass and Elrond would calm down. He just had to ride it out.

“But something could have happened!” Elrond collapsed onto a chair and massaged his temples. “If it had not been for Erestor…” He dreaded finishing the thought, let alone speaking it aloud. “Where is Elrohir now?”

“Haldir escorted him to his rooms. Elrohir should be with Elladan.”

“And Erestor?”

Glorfindel shuffled his feet. “Since I had to report to you, I left him in Melpomaen and Lindir’s care.” He would have preferred to stay with Erestor though. “Erestor did not hesitate, Elrond. He stepped in there and drew the boar’s attention to his person.”

“He saved Elrohir’s life.” Elrond felt grateful and, at the same time, surprised that Erestor had risen to the challenge. “I always knew that there was a strong character hidden away beneath the obedient demeanor. I will talk to Erestor later and thank him for what he did. But first, I will visit with my son.” Glorfindel’s report had shocked him and he needed to make certain that Elrohir was unharmed.

“In that case, I will return to Erestor’s side. He does not know how to deal with what has happened. Elrohir’s gratitude makes him feel uncomfortable and he is nervous.”

“He will become used to being a hero.” Elrond smiled at Glorfindel. “You became used to it.”

“Eventually,” Glorfindel admitted with a smile. “Shall we meet for dinner? And please allow Elladan to attend as well, if you will. It would be best not to alienate him further. I do not want him to grow even more jealous of Erestor.”

“Maybe the fact that Erestor saved Elrohir’s life will make a difference to Elladan. He never faced losing his twin before.” Elrond rose from his chair and walked over to the doorway. “Aye, we shall meet for dinner and I will do my best to change Elladan’s opinion of Erestor.”

“Do that,” Glorfindel said, nodding his head. “And I will try to convince Erestor to give Elladan a second chance!”

~~~

“I don’t want to go,” Erestor said, pouting. “I don’t want to attend dinner. Elladan will be there and he hates me!” Erestor crossed his arms in front of his chest and gave Glorfindel a look that was both pleading and demanding. “I don’t want to go!”

“But you must! Elrohir will also be there,” Glorfindel reasoned as he lowered himself onto his heels in front of Erestor. “And Elrond will want to thank you.”

“But not in front of all those people!” Horrified, Erestor stared Glorfindel in the eye.

Glorfindel understood. “I know that you are not used to being a hero, but Elrond will want to express his gratitude. Come now, you need to take a bath and then we will dress you in new clothes. The tailor had some delivered this afternoon. I will even braid your hair.”

Erestor loved the fact that Glorfindel was giving him so much attention, but he hated having to visit the Hall. He didn’t want Elrond to focus on him or show his gratitude in such a way. He hated being looked at and all of the Elves would stare at him once Elrond addressed him. “I still don’t want to go.”

“But you will go, will you not? You will go because I ask you to.” It was a low blow and Glorfindel knew it, but he wouldn’t have done it if he hadn’t been convinced that some good would come out of it.

“I will go,” Erestor conceded. “But only because you want me to!”

“Thank you. I promise you that you will not regret going.” Glorfindel leaned in closer and placed a chaste kiss on Erestor’s brow. “And off you go into the bathroom.”

Erestor complied, but he didn’t like it one bit. Had Glorfindel left the decision to him, Erestor wouldn’t have attended dinner, but because the boy loved Glorfindel, he wanted to please the adult.

~~~

“Elrohir?” Elrond closed the door behind him and scanned the twins’ room. He found the two boys seated on the bed, hugging and rocking together. Elrohir looked a bit shaken, but not traumatized. Elrond sat down on the bed and opened his arms. The two boys immediately moved into them and he hugged them close. “Glorfindel told me what happened today.”

Elrohir raised his head and smiled weakly at his father. “I did not see or hear it coming. It was just there, staring at me.”

Elladan, who had only just heard what had happened, clung to his twin. “I should have been there!” He had been shocked to hear that his twin had been in danger. Until that very day, the thought that he could somehow lose Elrohir had never occurred to him before. But when his twin had flung himself at him, crying and shaking, he had realized that he had come close to losing Elrohir. “I would have protected you!”

“I know you would have,” Elrohir said quickly. And even though he was still a bit shaken, he realized that it was his chance to change Elladan’s mind. “But Erestor was there and he saved me instead. He could have been injured himself, or even worse, killed!”

Elladan realized that as well. Although he still disliked Erestor for taking up his father’s time, love, and affection, he also realized that he owed Erestor since the boy had saved Elrohir’s life. “I am just glad you are still alive. I do not believe I can…I can exist without you. You and me… We…” He was still young and lacked the right words to label his feelings – his revelation. “Do not ever leave me!” Elladan pressed closer and hugged Elrohir so tight that his twin had trouble breathing.

Elrond smiled at his sons. “Elladan, Elrohir will not leave you.” He hugged them close and hoped Elladan had learned his lesson. “The two of you are safe and I promise you that Glorfindel will be more careful when he is watching you. Something like that will never happen again.” Although, a part of him couldn’t help but wonder if Glorfindel and Haldir had been late on purpose… They had been there in time to save Erestor… Had the two warriors bided their time so Erestor could save Elrohir?

He would find out, but at the moment, holding and comforting his sons was more important to Elrond.

~~~

Erestor didn’t feel comfortable when he entered the Hall of Fire. He clasped his little fingers tightly around Glorfindel’s and drew his strength from the warrior, who guided him toward the main table. He seated himself, but refused to let go of Glorfindel’s hand.

“Everything will be just fine, you will see,” Glorfindel said in an attempt to reassure the nervous boy.

At that moment, Elrond and his family entered. Celebrían was at his side and the twins were holding their parents' hands, Elrohir was beside Elrond and Elladan clung to his mother’s.

Erestor quickly glanced at Elrohir to see if the boy was still shaken, but when Elrohir’s eyes met his, they were warm and smiled at him. Elrohir had composed himself again. To his surprise, Erestor found that it was Elladan who looked shaken instead of Elrohir and that the Elfling was trying to catch his gaze. Erestor quickly looked away though.

“Ada?” Elrohir looked at his father and smiled at him. “Can I greet Erestor?”

Elrond knew exactly what Elrohir wanted to do and nodded his head. “Go on then.”

Elrohir released his father’s hand and walked over to Erestor, who blushed. Erestor shifted on the chair and gave Glorfindel a pleading look, but the adult chose to ignore it. “Erestor?” Elrohir took Erestor’s hand and pulled the other Elfling to his feet.

Erestor reluctantly complied though he wished he knew what Elrohir was up to. The next moment, Elrohir wrapped his arms around him and hugged him again.

Elladan stared at the floor for a long time, but then made a decision. He let go of Celebrían’s hand and approached the other two boys. “Erestor?”

Erestor pulled away from Elrohir and gave Elladan a startled look. The other Elfling was close – too close. “What do you want?” He freed himself of Elrohir’s hold and took a step away from the twins. He wished he could run, but he couldn’t. Too many Elves were looking at them and he had the feeling Glorfindel wouldn’t let him run anyway.

“I am sorry,” Elladan said as he kept his eyes averted. “I was mean to you.” His face contorted. “I will stop being like that.”

“Why?” Erestor blinked in disbelief.

“You saved Elrohir’s life. Elrohir and I… I need him.” Elladan wished he knew the right words to explain how much Elrohir was a part of him. “I love him, you know,” he added in small voice. “And that is why…why I will stop being mean to you.”

Elrond and Celebrían exchanged a look. They were proud of their sons. Especially Elladan, who had set aside his jealousy.

/Please accept,/ Glorfindel thought as he saw the hesitant look in Erestor’s eyes. /You might not believe Elladan at the moment, but eventually you will. He is no liar. He is being honest./

An echo of Glorfindel’s thoughts brushed Erestor’s mind and he searched Elladan’s eyes thoughtfully. They were truthful, yes, but he still didn’t trust Elladan completely. The other boy *had* been mean to him!

Elrohir smiled encouragingly at Erestor. “Give him a chance, please.”

Erestor squirmed. All the adults as well as the twins were giving him hopeful looks. He really didn’t have a choice with all of them hoping that he would accept Elladan’s peace offering. “I will try,” he said eventually and Elrohir gave him a radiant smile at hearing that. But it wouldn’t be easy trusting Elladan and letting the other boy befriend him. He would have a hard time forgetting and forgiving the things Elladan had done to him!

~~~

“Do you want to play with us?” Elladan carried a bunch of dolls in his arms which bore a resemblance to their parents, Lindir, and Melpomaen. He stood in front of Erestor and was biting on his bottom lip. He was trying hard to make amends and hated the fact that things couldn’t change over night. Looking into Erestor’s brown eyes, Elladan still saw suspicion there.

Erestor, who had been writing, looked up from the paper. Melpomaen pretended to be busy working and didn’t look up. That left Erestor alone to deal with Elladan. His first reaction was to decline the invitation since he still didn’t trust Elladan, even though the other boy had tried hard to befriend him since the scene in the Hall of Fire three days ago. “I can’t. I have to study.”

This time, Melpomaen did look up and frowned at Erestor. “There is no rush. You can finish your assignment tomorrow.”

Elladan gave Melpomaen a grateful look. “Come along, Erestor. Elrohir wants to play as well.” Actually, it had been Elrohir’s idea to send him to Erestor so he could show his desire to befriend and include Erestor in their play. “Please?” he added upon seeing that Erestor wasn’t convinced that playing together would be fun.

“Go on, Erestor. You can study tomorrow.” Melpomaen wanted the Elflings to play together.

Realizing he had lost, Erestor put down the quill and stood. “But not for long.” The fact that Elrohir would also be there reassured him, but not *that* much.

Elladan gave Erestor a blinding smile and, before Erestor could pull away, he had grabbed hold of Erestor’s hand and started to drag him along.

Erestor released a startled yelp, which made Melpomaen chuckle. The Adviser was convinced that the three Elflings would starting cooperating since Elladan was making an effort to be nice to Erestor.

~~~

Glorfindel entered the twins’ room in search of Erestor. The Elfling had not been in his quarters when Glorfindel had returned there to change his clothes for dinner. In search of the elusive Elfling, Glorfindel had first visited with Melpomaen. The Advisor had told him about Elladan’s visit and Erestor’s reluctance to play with the twins. Eventually, his feet had led him to the twins’ room where he had finally found Erestor.

Erestor was on the floor on his stomach playing house with the twins. Glorfindel took a moment to observe the boy and smiled at seeing the happy expression in the brown eyes. It seemed Elladan had let go of his jealousy and had accepted Erestor as part of the family. Good, his ploy had worked after all.

It had taken him some time to convince Haldir not to intervene the moment the warrior grew aware of the threat the boar presented. He had convinced Haldir to lay low and wait a little longer and, just like Glorfindel had hoped would happen, Erestor had come to the rescue. However, they would have not let harm come to either of the Elflings. Neither Elrohir nor Erestor had ever been in any real danger, but the Elflings, and Elrond, didn’t know that.

“Can I play too?” Glorfindel asked and knelt beside Elrohir.

Elrohir looked up and smiled at the adult. The Elfling was happy that things were working out. “You can be Ata’da… You can play Celeborn.”

Erestor had lost track of time. Against all odds, he had found that the twins made good company and he had enjoyed playing with them, but once Glorfindel had joined them, he realized just how much time had passed by. Erestor exchanged a look with Glorfindel and smiled, happy that Elladan had finally accepted him into their lives and their family.

~~~

Several years later…

“You hit your target! Well done!” Glorfindel felt proud. All three youngsters had done him proud.

Erestor smiled at his friend and tutor. He had become a fine archer and could even hit the hardest target. “I told you I could do it!”

Elladan and Elrohir watched Erestor from a distance. They had been sparring, but had paused in their training so they could witness the amazing shot.

All three former Elflings had grown into capable warriors. The twins had made Elrond proud and excelled in war craft and diplomacy. Appearance-wise, they had taken after their father. Their hair and eyes had attained exactly the same color Elrond’s had and they barely resembled their mother. Dressed in comfortable leggings, shirts, and leather boots with their hair braided back, they looked impressive. They had reached their majority two years ago and had gained the right to wear warrior’s braids, which they proudly braided into their long hair each morning.

Erestor was also close to reaching his majority. As a matter of fact, Elrond had organized a feast to celebrate the fact that his youngest son was about to become an adult. The feast would take place that evening and Erestor had been nervous ever since learning that tidbit.

Glorfindel patted Erestor on the back. “There is nothing left I can teach you!”

Erestor had grown into a handsome Elf. Just as tall as Glorfindel, but not quite as muscular, Erestor could hold his own against the Captain. His raven hair which hadn’t been cut in years reached his buttocks, but that day, Erestor wore it in a pony tail, since he didn’t want it to be in the way. Dressed in a brown shirt, black leggings, and leather boots, Erestor was a sight to behold. “You taught me well, Glorfindel!”

Glorfindel studied Erestor and found it hard to believe that the handsome and confident Elf standing in front of him had once been a scared Elfling. Erestor had healed in many ways. He had gained weight, strength, and endurance, which made him a very capable warrior. At the same time, Melpomaen and Elrond had taught Erestor the fine art of diplomacy and Erestor could hold his own in negotiations. It was rare for Erestor to feel insecure, but sometimes it still happened and Glorfindel would see a reflection of that frightened slave boy in Erestor’s eyes.

“Let us call it a day!” Glorfindel had worked hard to keep up with Erestor and was looking forward to taking a long, hot bath.

“I agree!” Elladan put his sword back in its scabbard and approached, closely followed by his twin. “We need to prepare for tonight!” He gave Erestor a wicked grin. “You will join the ranks of the adults tonight!”

Erestor smiled nervously. “I wish Elrond was not making such a fuss over it. There is no need to celebrate it!”

“Oh, I disagree!” Elrohir slung an arm around Erestor’s shoulders and guided him into the house. “Tonight is a very important night and you know it! Did you already reach a decision regarding your first lover, Erestor?”

Erestor blushed fiercely. “I do not like that tradition at all.” It was tradition for all Elves who reached their majority to choose an Elf who would teach them the art of loving. Elrohir had chosen Orophin and Elladan Haldir, which had come as quite a surprise to their parents, who had been forced to ask Celeborn to station the three brothers in Imladris for a while. Thankfully the Lord and Lady of the Golden Wood had agreed and the twins enjoyed having the brothers court them. And now it was time for Erestor to choose someone as well.

“Do you know who you will choose?” Elladan asked when he had caught up with Elrohir and Erestor. Throughout the years he had come to think of Erestor as their younger brother and the twins had become rather protective of him. Elladan hoped Erestor would choose well and that this Elf would not unwittingly hurt the younger half-Elf.

Erestor fidgeted with his sleeve. There was someone – an Elf he had come to admire and love, but he didn’t think Glorfindel would accept. “I am not sure yet.”

“You do not have much time left,” Elrohir said, thinking aloud. “But I have faith in you. Follow your heart, Erestor.” The twin placed a chaste kiss on Erestor’s brow and then dragged his brother off into the direction of the baths, realizing Erestor needed some privacy.

~~~

Erestor didn’t know when it had happened: when his childish feelings of love and affection for Glorfindel had changed into something more passionate. He had stopped sleeping in Glorfindel’s arms years ago and had finally moved into the rooms Elrond had set aside for him, but at night when he lay alone in his bed, he still dreamt of feeling Glorfindel’s strong arms wrapped around him. He would touch himself then and whisper Glorfindel’s name during the moment of his release.

“Erestor? It is time.” Elrond, dressed in heavy formal robes, approached his adopted son. “You look troubled. Why is that? You should rejoice instead!” The ever observant Elf-Lord had seen Erestor’s mood change from happy to burdened during the last few weeks and he wondered what was tormenting Erestor. “You know you can confide in me, Erestor.” The two of them had always remained close and Erestor even called him father, something Elrond relished hearing.

Erestor swallowed hard and averted his eyes. “I do not want to cause problems.”

“Is this about…about the lover you need to choose?” Elrond’s instincts seldom failed him and he was convinced that this was what troubled Erestor. “Is there no one who touches your heart in that way?”

“Nay, there is someone…and that is the problem, Adar.” Erestor still didn’t look Elrond in the eye. “But I can not ask him to guide me in the ways of love. It would not do.”

“Does your heart desire him?” Elrond asked. He pulled Erestor close and guided the younger half-Elf toward the doorway. In the Hall of Fire his household and guests had already gathered to witness Erestor’s coming of age ceremony.

“My heart desires him, aye.” Erestor peeked at Elrond’s face and flinched. “But my choice…it is wrong.”

“We will see. Have faith in yourself, Erestor. You have grown into a desirable Elf and I can not imagine anyone denying you.” Realizing it was best to move things along, Elrond pulled Erestor with him until they had reached the main table where Celebrían, the twins, Glorfindel, Melpomaen, and Lindir were already seated.

Erestor felt uncomfortable once all eyes were trained on him. The ceremony itself didn’t take long. Elrond announced that he had come of age and was now considered an adult, that he had gained the right to carry a sword, own a horse, and braid his hair in a warrior’s way, but then came the question he had been dreading all day.

“Erestor, as is custom, you now need to choose the Elf who will begin educating you in the matters of the heart. Please tell me his name.” Elrond was curious to why Erestor was so hesitant to give him that name. Just whom had Erestor fallen in love with?

“There is no one,” Erestor said as his courage deserted him. He kept his gaze trained on the floor and fought hard to repress the shivers that wanted to travel down his spine.

Elrond shook his head. He wasn’t surprised that Erestor had decided to put up a fight. Erestor could be stubborn when he wanted to. “I will ask you one last time, Erestor, and I demand you answer me. What is the name of the Elf that has captured your heart?”

Erestor swallowed convulsively. He was scared of the reaction he would provoke in Glorfindel once he spoke the Captain’s name. “Adar, please…”

But Elrond didn’t budge. “Tell me. What is his name, Erestor?” Why was Erestor fighting him? It was wonderful that an Elf had captured Erestor’s heart and Elrond wanted Erestor to be happy with that Elf. “Tell me, Erestor.”

Erestor closed his eyes and bowed his head before whispering, “Glorfindel.”

The end

(TBC in the next installment)

Evil Grin!