Forgotten Refugee

The chapter everyone has been waiting with baited breath for.





With dinner now over, Glorfindel decided that it was time to ask Elrond about Erestor’s parentage. That was how Glorfindel found himself walking down the corridors of Imladris towards Elrond’s private chambers, the last rays of Anar had long since departed and the sky was dark, Varda’s stars scattered across it’s face, each a bright point of light in the darkness.



When Glorfindel entered Elrond’s chambers it was to find him standing on his balcony staring out into the night, a slight night breeze ruffling his hair and robes.



“Daro tiriel na enni o i duath, iaur mellon-nin!”* Glorfindel nearly jumped out of his skin, he had believed that Elrond had not heard him.



“I did not know that you knew I was here” Glorfindel muttered.



Elrond turned from the window a look of amusement on his face “Footsteps betray, can I help you Glorfindel?”



Glorfindel offered Elrond a rather sheepish grin and then joined him at the balcony. Glorfindel soon saw what Elrond was looking at.



Down below them Erestor was walking one of the woodland trails, seemingly deep in thought.



“He is deeply troubled.” Elrond stated.



“I would have to agree with you. He wonders constantly about his past and Eregion.” Glorfindel answered.



“The time draws near when I must tell him the truth. I have kept the truth from him for so long, for his own good, I cannot anymore. One day when he travels across the sea to the undying lands he will find out, and that is not how I would like him to discover the truth.”



“Will you tell me?” Glorfindel enquired softly.



Elrond turned from the window and looked into his friend’s eyes. “If I do, you must promise not to tell him, for it is my place to tell him.”



“You know Elrond, I really would have thought better of you! Here he is pining away, longing for a family and he has one right here in front of his eyes.” Glorfindel raged.



Elrond looked puzzled for a moment then burst into gales of laughter. Glorfindel just stared at him, wondering what was so funny. Surely his hunch had been correct. “Well, why else would you take him as your foster son and bring him back to Imladris.”



“He is not mine, although his father was a close acquaintance of mine.”



“So, who was his father?” Glorfindel asked again, now totally exasperated at this point.



“Well I am not at liberty to say Glorfindel” Elrond said in response, a highly mysterious tone to his voice.”



“Elrond! I have a sudden urge to commit extreme violence on a certain Peredhel” Glorfindel exclaimed trying hard to resist the sudden urge to punch the elf lord, suddenly aware that he was shouting and Erestor was within ear shot.



“I am not at liberty to say.” Elrond repeated. “But I must say that Erestor looks very radiant under starlight, do you not think so?”



It took Glorfindel a matter of seconds to work out the riddle. He stood stock still staring at the figure below them, how had he not seen it? Erestor was the mirror image of Gil-galad! The same eye-colour, hair colour and skin tone he even had the same whiplash tongue. The only visible difference was his build; Erestor was extremely slender where Gil-galad had been extremely well-built for an elf. The only explanation for this was that Gil-galad was the exception not the rule when it came to build.



“Tell me! How was such a thing possible without the full knowledge of his court” he whispered at last.



“That,”sighed Elrond “is another story entirely.”





AN – Applaud me or shot me. If I get more applause than abuse I will write the next chapter, otherwise I will just crawl away and change my pen name. Keep in mind that there is enough space in canon for this to be possible.



Papilio. (for now, ouch)





Translations



* “Stop glaring at me from the darkness/shadows, my old friend.”


Possible meaning of Erestor’s name = The one who is lonely. (My Beta’s research.)



Quenya: Eresse-Taar



Eresse-lonely



Taar- The one who is.