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meldir - friend (m)

hannon chen - thank you

goheno nin - forgive me

ernilen - my prince

pen vaelui - lustful one

pen neth - young one

Peredhel - Half-Elf

Lu Vinui: First Love

Beta: Ilye

chapter five

Imladris, Echuir - 1921 of the Second Age

Haldir stood before the council, dressed in his warrior's garb. "You have no choice, my Lord Erestor. I am not a diplomat. I resign my position."

"And what will you do?" asked Elrond.

"Lord Glorfindel has already given me a position within the ranks of Imladris' militia."

Glorfindel cleared his throat. "I have given him the rank of Captain and he has his own regiment. Erestor, he is a fighter, not a scholar. He has held this position long enough. There are several Elves we could choose as a replacement."

Erestor sighed. He knew Haldir had been listless sitting in a council chair. When he had joined them, he had been one of the few Elves in the valley with the experience necessary to aid in the governing of Imladris. "Did you have an Elf in mind to replace you?"

"I thought to ask Lindir if he would take the position." Haldir let out a breath of relief as they finally began debate on who would take his position.

Elrond shook his head. "Lindir has expressed to me his lack of ambition within this household. He is content to be my aide and nothing more. What of Saelbeth?"

"Saelbeth is new to the household. If there is another who would suit the chair then the position should go to them," Erestor said.

Glorfindel smiled. "Lothvaen. He has been Erestor's Whip for years. He has sat in on many of the councils and he is quick to learn."

Elrond looked to Erestor. "What do you say, meldir? Is Lothvaen equipped to take a council position?"

Erestor's breath stopped. This was what he had dreaded. He wanted to keep Lothvaen with him, near enough that he saw him every day but still at a distance. Promoting him to Councilor would mean a change of quarters and an office of his own. But, he could not deny his friend this opportunity. "I will make the offer to him after the session."

Elrond nodded. "Very well. Haldir, you are relieved of your council position and I wish you well in your new station."

Haldir bowed low. "Hannon chen, my Lord." He nodded to Erestor and then Glorfindel before exiting the chamber, signaling the end of the council session.

Lothvaen looked up from the map he was studying when his employer entered the room. "My Lord," he acknowledged respectfully before returning to the map.

Erestor cleared his throat and clasped his hands behind his back. "Lothvaen. I must speak with you about an important matter. Your station within this house is to be altered."

The Whip looked up with trepidation shining in his eyes. "Have I not performed my... duties to your liking, my Lord?" Lothvaen would not allow himself to be simply pushed aside; demoted because Erestor couldn't come to terms with what had transpired between them.

Erestor's pale features colored with shame. "Your performance, Lothvaen, is not in question. You are a loyal and admirable Elf. Which is why the Council has decided it is time for you to be promoted. Lord Haldir has resigned his position and it has been offered to you."

Lothvaen stood up, the map forgotten, and looked disbelievingly at his Lord. "Me?"

Erestor smiled and nodded. "I told you the day would come when you would leave this office. Do I tell Lord Elrond you accept?"

"Yes!" Lothvaen said, a smile brightening his face.

"It is good to see you smile again, meldir," Erestor said softly. "I will have one of the pages bring you new robes tonight. Council will begin tomorrow after the morning meal. I will also have your office prepared and your new quarters assigned."

Lothvaen felt slightly dizzy. "So many changes."

Erestor walked to his desk, chuckling at the faint voice of his friend. "Aye. Your pay will also increase."

"Increase?" Since the House of Elrond already provided for most necessities, Lothvaen felt that his six silver pieces a week were more than adequate for whatever else he required.

Erestor nodded. "All Councilors receive weekly stipends of five silver pieces and four gold pieces."

Lothvaen's eyes widened. He did not want to ask what stipend Elrond offered his Chief Councilor. "Where will my new quarters be, my Lord?"

Erestor smiled enigmatically at Lothvaen's use of his title. "Lord Elrond will decide that. You are to appear before him this evening before you retire."

The new Councilor nodded and returned Erestor's smile. Lothvaen's heart swelled with pride. He knew that it was Erestor who had secured his position within the Council. Another thought came to him, and his heart sped with the realization that this no longer placed him directly under Erestor. He was no longer the Chief Councilor's employee. Lothvaen knew that the employer and employee situation had simply been an excuse the older Noldo had hidden behind, but now he had a real opportunity to learn the truth.

He decided he would speak with Lord Glorfindel, since he was one of two in Imladris Lothvaen knew who were close to the Councilor.

It had been weeks since they had been alone together. Thranduil removed his cloak and sword belt, smiling at the bare-chested Elda. The days following the spar with Erestor had been spent from dawn until well after the evening meal working with the new recruits who would begin patrolling within the month. Now that spring had arrived, they would take their places among the seasoned warriors. Thranduil spent endless hours teaching adequate archers to be deadly with every arrow they shot.

Glorfindel was weighed down with the inventory of the barracks, and the acquisition of new uniforms and additional weaponry. The Seneschal was known to spend much of his day with the Chief Councilor going over the new year's budget for the household and defense. Yes, they had accountants for such tasks, but Glorfindel would joke about Erestor's need for control. Each year, the new spending budget would be looked over by Erestor personally. It just happened that this year, Glorfindel was in need of additional funds to equip the fresh warriors and have new bows made.

Each night, when the two Elves would meet between their rooms, Glorfindel kissed the Prince for long moments and then they both retired their respective rooms. They were too exhausted to do much more than strip and fall into bed. This day, though, was a day of rest for both the Prince and the Seneschal. Thranduil slowly stalked across the Elda's bedroom, untying the laces to his jerkin and tossing the garment to the floor. Glorfindel's hands slid beneath Thranduil's shirt when the younger Elf reached him, causing Thranduil to shudder.

"I have wanted you for months now, my Lord," he murmured against Glorfindel's lips. He was already painfully aroused and they both knew this act would be over with before they wished it to be.

"I know." Glorfindel slowly brought their lips together, immediately invading Thranduil's mouth with his tongue. He had never known another to do to him what Thranduil did. The Prince merely had to look at him and Glorfindel's body became inflamed. He broke the kiss long enough to slip the shirt over Thranduil's head and quickly reestablished the connection of their mouths. He had long since found the hidden treasure below Thranduil's clothing, something Glorfindel found arousing and intriguing. Glorfindel fondled the small mithril rings that were threaded through Thranduil's raised nipples. He had been fascinated the first time he had discovered the rings, and he now delighted in tugging them gently and capturing the deep moans this caused in Thranduil with his mouth.

Thranduil wove his fingers into the mane of gold and deepened the kiss further, thrusting himself against the Imladrian Lord. He wanted Glorfindel desperately and was more than willing to show his desire. Glorfindel's fingers left his chest and skated down his back, sliding beneath his breeches to cup the hard globes of his buttocks briefly and then moved back up to circle the Prince's slender waist. With strength that still amazed Thranduil, the Seneschal picked him up and Thranduil wrapped his long, lean legs around the Elf-lord. He drew back from the mind-numbing kiss, gasping for air. "My Lord, you undo me," he panted.

Glorfindel's eyes were cobalt, glazed with passion. He offered Thranduil a devastating smile and turned to lay the younger Elf on his bed. Thranduil's hair fanned out around him, his face flushed, his lips bruised, and Glorfindel was at a loss to conjure any image more beautiful than his Prince. He leaned over Thranduil, pulling one of the rings into his mouths, swiping his tongue around the tender flesh beneath his mouth. Glorfindel quickly unlaced Thranduil's leggings, finally releasing the hard flesh he had patiently waited to hold. Thranduil let out a keening wail, bucking against the Elda's palm, when Glorfindel finally wrapped his slim fingers around the hot, aching shaft.

The Seneschal left Thranduil's tortured nipples and made a wet trail down the center of the Elf-prince's body. He looked up once into needy and impatient eyes, his mouth hovering above the darkly-colored head of Thranduil's cock. He opened his mouth wide, about to take the glistening column in his mouth when an insistent knock came from his chamber door.

"Ignore it," begged Thranduil, arching up, his pleading eyes telling Glorfindel all he needed to know. The Elda returned to his task, snaking his tongue out to taste the clear fluid that had collected on the tip in a heavy drop, but was stopped by another, more pressing knock.

Glorfindel sat up, huffing with frustration. "Goheno nin, ernilen." Glorfindel left the room and Thranduil reached down to stroke himself slowly, imaging his Seneschal touching him again. He was so engrossed in his task that Glorfindel's soft chuckle startled him.

"Though I enjoy watching you do that, pen vaelui, we will have to put our desires on hold for the moment. Lord Lothvaen is here and he desires my counsel." Glorfindel crossed the room and kissed Thranduil sweetly. "Perhaps our next day of rest will be less eventful."

Thranduil glared. "What have you done, Lord Glorfindel, to earn the wrath of the Valar?" He hastily retied his leggings, moving painfully. He would go back to his room and relieve himself. There was no option; he could not go the day without release.

Glorfindel laughed. "How I adore you, Thranduil." He kissed the Prince one last time and led him out to the main room, where Lothvaen stood uncomfortably. Thranduil smiled and bowed slightly to the younger Elf. "My Lord."

Lothvaen looked surprised, but returned the gesture and Thranduil left the room. The new Councilor looked at the Seneschal. "Lord Glorfindel, you should have told me you had the Prince as your... guest." He smirked at the Elda. "I would have come back later."

Glorfindel shook his head and uncrossed his arms. "It would have been an interruption no matter when you arrived, my Lord." Glorfindel offered Lothvaen one of the plush armchairs near the hearth.

"Why do you call me that?" Lothvaen obediently sat, clasping his hands decorously in his lap.

Glorfindel lounged in the chair opposite the Noldo and chuckled. "Well, because that is your title!"

"Lord Erestor did not inform me of that change," he mumbled.

"Lothvaen, you have been privy to the council sessions, you have worked under Lord Erestor for almost three centuries, and you did not know that a promotion to Councilman offered you a social status increase?" Glorfindel leaned forward. "Are you truly that naive, meldir, or just oblivious?"

Lothvaen laughed. "I can see how you could be an annoyance to our Chief Councilor. I am oblivious to such things, my Lord."

"Glorfindel."

"Excuse me?" Lothvaen knew his face colored slightly.

"Glorfindel. You do not need to call me 'Lord', Lothvaen." Glorfindel smiled widely at the shocked Noldo. "You really never expected to leave Erestor's employment?"

Lothvaen shook his head. "I did not wish to."

Glorfindel's smile turned scheming rather than welcoming. "So, I have been correct these many years. You are fond of the dark-haired one." When Lothvaen's blushed deepened, Glorfindel ceased smiling and his eyes went slightly wide. "You love him."

"Please, do not tell him of my affection. He..." Lothvaen chewed his lip, wondering what to tell Glorfindel. He had not entrusted his secret to anyone in the household, but his heart told him the Balrog-slayer was an honest and trustworthy Elf. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I have made advances, which have been rebuffed. I am confused, because I know there is an attraction."

Glorfindel looked thoughtful for a few moments, thinking on the enigma of Erestor. "In all the time I have known our dear Councilor, I have never known him to share his bed with someone. He has never spoken of a lover, been seen with a lover... I am certain he is untouched."

Lothvaen felt as if he had been kicked in the gut. Nausea rose within him and he felt hot, very hot. "That explains--" He cut himself off before finishing his thought.

"That explains what, meldir?" Glorfindel asked, raising one eyebrow with curiosity.

"Nothing," he said, shaking his head. Erestor, untouched. Lothvaen felt brutish, falling to his knees before the virginal Councilor and... Lothvaen sighed. He had handled this whole situation terribly. It was no wonder, now, that Erestor had reacted the way he did when Lothvaen had completed his worship of the Councilor's flesh. Lothvaen cleared his throat. "Do you know anything about Lord Erestor, Glorfindel? I know so little of him and he does not like to speak of himself."

"Erestor. I know he is from Himring. At least, I know he dwelled there; I don't think he was born in Maedhros' realm. He was past his majority when Maglor took Elrond and Elros in. That was how Erestor and Elrond met." Glorfindel smiled sadly. "Erestor, I know, was devastated when Elros died. He and Elrond would spend hours locked away, mourning. Eventually, they brought each other through the loss.

"He has fought in several battles, though he has not made a name for himself. It's funny, really," Glorfindel joked. "For an Elf who has done as many deeds as Erestor has, he is not mentioned in our history books. Ever."

Lothvaen's brow furrowed. "Why is that?"

Glorfindel simply shook his head. "That, I do not know. In fact, what I have told you is all I know of Erestor. He guards his past well. I fought beside him and trust him with my very life, but I know little of him. He was already a part of Gil-galad's court when I came from Aman; he was a devoted Councilor to the High King."

"Is there no one who knows about the Elf?" Lothvaen was surprised at how someone so trusted could have such a vague past.

"If there is anyone in Arda who would knows the answers to your questions, meldir, it would be Lord Elrond. Erestor has known him since he was but a child fostered by the Sons of Fëanor. There would be no secrets from Elrond... not that I think Erestor ever tried to keep any from our Lord. They love one another, you see." Glorfindel smiled at the shock on Lothvaen's face. "Pen neth, you must be oblivious. He adores the Peredhel. He would do anything for Elrond. But, it is not the love you feel towards him. More... like that of a brother."

Lothvaen nodded. "Then I must speak with Elrond."

Glorfindel grinned in his unnerving way, nodding slowly. "Aye, meldir. If you do not wish to seek your answers from the Chief Councilor yourself."


	Navigation multi-part stories previous next Translations meldir - friend (m) hannon chen - thank you goheno nin - forgive me ernilen - my prince pen vaelui - lustful one pen neth - young one Peredhel - Half-Elf		Lu Vinui: First Love Beta: Ilye chapter five Imladris, Echuir - 1921 of the Second Age Haldir stood before the council, dressed in his warrior's garb. "You have no choice, my Lord Erestor. I am not a diplomat. I resign my position." "And what will you do?" asked Elrond. "Lord Glorfindel has already given me a position within the ranks of Imladris' militia." Glorfindel cleared his throat. "I have given him the rank of Captain and he has his own regiment. Erestor, he is a fighter, not a scholar. He has held this position long enough. There are several Elves we could choose as a replacement." Erestor sighed. He knew Haldir had been listless sitting in a council chair. When he had joined them, he had been one of the few Elves in the valley with the experience necessary to aid in the governing of Imladris. "Did you have an Elf in mind to replace you?" "I thought to ask Lindir if he would take the position." Haldir let out a breath of relief as they finally began debate on who would take his position. Elrond shook his head. "Lindir has expressed to me his lack of ambition within this household. He is content to be my aide and nothing more. What of Saelbeth?" "Saelbeth is new to the household. If there is another who would suit the chair then the position should go to them," Erestor said. Glorfindel smiled. "Lothvaen. He has been Erestor's Whip for years. He has sat in on many of the councils and he is quick to learn." Elrond looked to Erestor. "What do you say, meldir? Is Lothvaen equipped to take a council position?" Erestor's breath stopped. This was what he had dreaded. He wanted to keep Lothvaen with him, near enough that he saw him every day but still at a distance. Promoting him to Councilor would mean a change of quarters and an office of his own. But, he could not deny his friend this opportunity. "I will make the offer to him after the session." Elrond nodded. "Very well. Haldir, you are relieved of your council position and I wish you well in your new station." Haldir bowed low. "Hannon chen, my Lord." He nodded to Erestor and then Glorfindel before exiting the chamber, signaling the end of the council session. Lothvaen looked up from the map he was studying when his employer entered the room. "My Lord," he acknowledged respectfully before returning to the map. Erestor cleared his throat and clasped his hands behind his back. "Lothvaen. I must speak with you about an important matter. Your station within this house is to be altered." The Whip looked up with trepidation shining in his eyes. "Have I not performed my... duties to your liking, my Lord?" Lothvaen would not allow himself to be simply pushed aside; demoted because Erestor couldn't come to terms with what had transpired between them. Erestor's pale features colored with shame. "Your performance, Lothvaen, is not in question. You are a loyal and admirable Elf. Which is why the Council has decided it is time for you to be promoted. Lord Haldir has resigned his position and it has been offered to you." Lothvaen stood up, the map forgotten, and looked disbelievingly at his Lord. "Me?" Erestor smiled and nodded. "I told you the day would come when you would leave this office. Do I tell Lord Elrond you accept?" "Yes!" Lothvaen said, a smile brightening his face. "It is good to see you smile again, meldir," Erestor said softly. "I will have one of the pages bring you new robes tonight. Council will begin tomorrow after the morning meal. I will also have your office prepared and your new quarters assigned." Lothvaen felt slightly dizzy. "So many changes." Erestor walked to his desk, chuckling at the faint voice of his friend. "Aye. Your pay will also increase." "Increase?" Since the House of Elrond already provided for most necessities, Lothvaen felt that his six silver pieces a week were more than adequate for whatever else he required. Erestor nodded. "All Councilors receive weekly stipends of five silver pieces and four gold pieces." Lothvaen's eyes widened. He did not want to ask what stipend Elrond offered his Chief Councilor. "Where will my new quarters be, my Lord?" Erestor smiled enigmatically at Lothvaen's use of his title. "Lord Elrond will decide that. You are to appear before him this evening before you retire." The new Councilor nodded and returned Erestor's smile. Lothvaen's heart swelled with pride. He knew that it was Erestor who had secured his position within the Council. Another thought came to him, and his heart sped with the realization that this no longer placed him directly under Erestor. He was no longer the Chief Councilor's employee. Lothvaen knew that the employer and employee situation had simply been an excuse the older Noldo had hidden behind, but now he had a real opportunity to learn the truth. He decided he would speak with Lord Glorfindel, since he was one of two in Imladris Lothvaen knew who were close to the Councilor. It had been weeks since they had been alone together. Thranduil removed his cloak and sword belt, smiling at the bare-chested Elda. The days following the spar with Erestor had been spent from dawn until well after the evening meal working with the new recruits who would begin patrolling within the month. Now that spring had arrived, they would take their places among the seasoned warriors. Thranduil spent endless hours teaching adequate archers to be deadly with every arrow they shot. Glorfindel was weighed down with the inventory of the barracks, and the acquisition of new uniforms and additional weaponry. The Seneschal was known to spend much of his day with the Chief Councilor going over the new year's budget for the household and defense. Yes, they had accountants for such tasks, but Glorfindel would joke about Erestor's need for control. Each year, the new spending budget would be looked over by Erestor personally. It just happened that this year, Glorfindel was in need of additional funds to equip the fresh warriors and have new bows made. Each night, when the two Elves would meet between their rooms, Glorfindel kissed the Prince for long moments and then they both retired their respective rooms. They were too exhausted to do much more than strip and fall into bed. This day, though, was a day of rest for both the Prince and the Seneschal. Thranduil slowly stalked across the Elda's bedroom, untying the laces to his jerkin and tossing the garment to the floor. Glorfindel's hands slid beneath Thranduil's shirt when the younger Elf reached him, causing Thranduil to shudder. "I have wanted you for months now, my Lord," he murmured against Glorfindel's lips. He was already painfully aroused and they both knew this act would be over with before they wished it to be. "I know." Glorfindel slowly brought their lips together, immediately invading Thranduil's mouth with his tongue. He had never known another to do to him what Thranduil did. The Prince merely had to look at him and Glorfindel's body became inflamed. He broke the kiss long enough to slip the shirt over Thranduil's head and quickly reestablished the connection of their mouths. He had long since found the hidden treasure below Thranduil's clothing, something Glorfindel found arousing and intriguing. Glorfindel fondled the small mithril rings that were threaded through Thranduil's raised nipples. He had been fascinated the first time he had discovered the rings, and he now delighted in tugging them gently and capturing the deep moans this caused in Thranduil with his mouth. Thranduil wove his fingers into the mane of gold and deepened the kiss further, thrusting himself against the Imladrian Lord. He wanted Glorfindel desperately and was more than willing to show his desire. Glorfindel's fingers left his chest and skated down his back, sliding beneath his breeches to cup the hard globes of his buttocks briefly and then moved back up to circle the Prince's slender waist. With strength that still amazed Thranduil, the Seneschal picked him up and Thranduil wrapped his long, lean legs around the Elf-lord. He drew back from the mind-numbing kiss, gasping for air. "My Lord, you undo me," he panted. Glorfindel's eyes were cobalt, glazed with passion. He offered Thranduil a devastating smile and turned to lay the younger Elf on his bed. Thranduil's hair fanned out around him, his face flushed, his lips bruised, and Glorfindel was at a loss to conjure any image more beautiful than his Prince. He leaned over Thranduil, pulling one of the rings into his mouths, swiping his tongue around the tender flesh beneath his mouth. Glorfindel quickly unlaced Thranduil's leggings, finally releasing the hard flesh he had patiently waited to hold. Thranduil let out a keening wail, bucking against the Elda's palm, when Glorfindel finally wrapped his slim fingers around the hot, aching shaft. The Seneschal left Thranduil's tortured nipples and made a wet trail down the center of the Elf-prince's body. He looked up once into needy and impatient eyes, his mouth hovering above the darkly-colored head of Thranduil's cock. He opened his mouth wide, about to take the glistening column in his mouth when an insistent knock came from his chamber door. "Ignore it," begged Thranduil, arching up, his pleading eyes telling Glorfindel all he needed to know. The Elda returned to his task, snaking his tongue out to taste the clear fluid that had collected on the tip in a heavy drop, but was stopped by another, more pressing knock. Glorfindel sat up, huffing with frustration. "Goheno nin, ernilen." Glorfindel left the room and Thranduil reached down to stroke himself slowly, imaging his Seneschal touching him again. He was so engrossed in his task that Glorfindel's soft chuckle startled him. "Though I enjoy watching you do that, pen vaelui, we will have to put our desires on hold for the moment. Lord Lothvaen is here and he desires my counsel." Glorfindel crossed the room and kissed Thranduil sweetly. "Perhaps our next day of rest will be less eventful." Thranduil glared. "What have you done, Lord Glorfindel, to earn the wrath of the Valar?" He hastily retied his leggings, moving painfully. He would go back to his room and relieve himself. There was no option; he could not go the day without release. Glorfindel laughed. "How I adore you, Thranduil." He kissed the Prince one last time and led him out to the main room, where Lothvaen stood uncomfortably. Thranduil smiled and bowed slightly to the younger Elf. "My Lord." Lothvaen looked surprised, but returned the gesture and Thranduil left the room. The new Councilor looked at the Seneschal. "Lord Glorfindel, you should have told me you had the Prince as your... guest." He smirked at the Elda. "I would have come back later." Glorfindel shook his head and uncrossed his arms. "It would have been an interruption no matter when you arrived, my Lord." Glorfindel offered Lothvaen one of the plush armchairs near the hearth. "Why do you call me that?" Lothvaen obediently sat, clasping his hands decorously in his lap. Glorfindel lounged in the chair opposite the Noldo and chuckled. "Well, because that is your title!" "Lord Erestor did not inform me of that change," he mumbled. "Lothvaen, you have been privy to the council sessions, you have worked under Lord Erestor for almost three centuries, and you did not know that a promotion to Councilman offered you a social status increase?" Glorfindel leaned forward. "Are you truly that naive, meldir, or just oblivious?" Lothvaen laughed. "I can see how you could be an annoyance to our Chief Councilor. I am oblivious to such things, my Lord." "Glorfindel." "Excuse me?" Lothvaen knew his face colored slightly. "Glorfindel. You do not need to call me 'Lord', Lothvaen." Glorfindel smiled widely at the shocked Noldo. "You really never expected to leave Erestor's employment?" Lothvaen shook his head. "I did not wish to." Glorfindel's smile turned scheming rather than welcoming. "So, I have been correct these many years. You are fond of the dark-haired one." When Lothvaen's blushed deepened, Glorfindel ceased smiling and his eyes went slightly wide. "You love him." "Please, do not tell him of my affection. He..." Lothvaen chewed his lip, wondering what to tell Glorfindel. He had not entrusted his secret to anyone in the household, but his heart told him the Balrog-slayer was an honest and trustworthy Elf. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I have made advances, which have been rebuffed. I am confused, because I know there is an attraction." Glorfindel looked thoughtful for a few moments, thinking on the enigma of Erestor. "In all the time I have known our dear Councilor, I have never known him to share his bed with someone. He has never spoken of a lover, been seen with a lover... I am certain he is untouched." Lothvaen felt as if he had been kicked in the gut. Nausea rose within him and he felt hot, very hot. "That explains--" He cut himself off before finishing his thought. "That explains what, meldir?" Glorfindel asked, raising one eyebrow with curiosity. "Nothing," he said, shaking his head. Erestor, untouched. Lothvaen felt brutish, falling to his knees before the virginal Councilor and... Lothvaen sighed. He had handled this whole situation terribly. It was no wonder, now, that Erestor had reacted the way he did when Lothvaen had completed his worship of the Councilor's flesh. Lothvaen cleared his throat. "Do you know anything about Lord Erestor, Glorfindel? I know so little of him and he does not like to speak of himself." "Erestor. I know he is from Himring. At least, I know he dwelled there; I don't think he was born in Maedhros' realm. He was past his majority when Maglor took Elrond and Elros in. That was how Erestor and Elrond met." Glorfindel smiled sadly. "Erestor, I know, was devastated when Elros died. He and Elrond would spend hours locked away, mourning. Eventually, they brought each other through the loss. "He has fought in several battles, though he has not made a name for himself. It's funny, really," Glorfindel joked. "For an Elf who has done as many deeds as Erestor has, he is not mentioned in our history books. Ever." Lothvaen's brow furrowed. "Why is that?" Glorfindel simply shook his head. "That, I do not know. In fact, what I have told you is all I know of Erestor. He guards his past well. I fought beside him and trust him with my very life, but I know little of him. He was already a part of Gil-galad's court when I came from Aman; he was a devoted Councilor to the High King." "Is there no one who knows about the Elf?" Lothvaen was surprised at how someone so trusted could have such a vague past. "If there is anyone in Arda who would knows the answers to your questions, meldir, it would be Lord Elrond. Erestor has known him since he was but a child fostered by the Sons of Fëanor. There would be no secrets from Elrond... not that I think Erestor ever tried to keep any from our Lord. They love one another, you see." Glorfindel smiled at the shock on Lothvaen's face. "Pen neth, you must be oblivious. He adores the Peredhel. He would do anything for Elrond. But, it is not the love you feel towards him. More... like that of a brother." Lothvaen nodded. "Then I must speak with Elrond." Glorfindel grinned in his unnerving way, nodding slowly. "Aye, meldir. If you do not wish to seek your answers from the Chief Councilor yourself."