Forgotten Refugee

I want to know how does it feel behind those eyes of blue?



Glorfindel had left Elrond standing at the balcony an hour ago reminiscing on events long past. The other elf had seemed distracted and saddened by the memories he had retold and Glorfindel deeply regretted having asked about them. Still at least he knew a bit more about Erestor and his past, how the younger elf had suffered! It deeply saddened Glorfindel’s heart to think on such pain!



Glorfindel was currently observing Erestor as he walked in the spacious gardens of Imladris deep in thoughts of his own.



I wonder what he is thinking about at this moment. What goes on in his mind? Do the memories of events past still plague him?



Of course they do, you fool! Does the fall of Gondolin still not trouble you…reside in your darkest dreams?





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Erestor was physically exhausted, his muscles ached and he felt like he had been assailed by 100 orcs instead of two fledgling elves still learning the finer points of weapons skills.



It had been too long since he had participated in such activities. He spent so much of his time indoors running menial chores and directing servants in duties that they had performed hundreds of times before, or at least that’s what it felt like at this moment.



He knew that his role in Elrond’s household was much bigger and more important than that; he was needed. It felt good to be needed, relied upon. He loved his job really, he had always been rather bookish and he loved keeping the required records that went with the job of seneschal. Why he had been an apprentice lore master at…no do not think about that, do not delve any deeper into that thought. The memories of what had been; what had occurred and what could have been were a constant nagging pain at the back of his mind like an open wound…wounds that would not seem to heal.



He had spent so little of his considerably long life there but it had been a home to him, his first real home before Imladris. He had had family there, friends, a bright future doing an occupation that was destined for him. He had had all of these things and more…until that dark day all those years ago.



He knew what it was to have everything in life that you could possibly want. What it was like to watch as it was all ripped away and destroyed right in front of his eyes.



The only other thing in life he could have possibly wanted at that time in his life were parents…his real parents.



For although Sadron and his wife had tried as much as possible to fill that most noticeable gap in his life…it had still not been the same. His mother had died it was not her fault that she could not be there for him, it was his father he did not understand.



He had asked Sadron about his father several times but the elder elf had remained closed mouthed about him and the reasons for Erestor’s removal to Eregion.



Despite his longing for his absent parents, he had had some wonderful and special days there, days that lingered in the memory.



Yes, he still remembered those days, for nothing could erase them from his memory.



There are some things that time cannot erase.







Maybe once in awhile there is a trace of a smile behind those eyes of blue

But it’s painfully clear there’s a river of tears behind those eyes of blue.



You know there’s nothing left to stand in your way except yourself, and I know.

Although your heart’s full of pain the hope still remains behind those eyes of blue.



…Behind those eyes of blue.



Lyrics by Paul Carrick.