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meretriculaoh, the irony.
Glorfindel had been looking for Erestor for nearly three hours by the time he finally found him, out in the gardens. He was staring at a tiny sprig of greenery as if it contained all the secrets of the universe.
"Ah, Erestor? Are you all right?"
"Do you suppose these grow in Valinor?" Erestor asked abruptly, twining the flower stem into a ring around his middle finger.
"There are plenty of flowers in Valinor," Glorfindel replied, puzzled.
"Oh, I know. But do they have these flowers?"
Glorfindel looked more closely at the little white flower, and suddenly recognized it. He and Erestor had helped Arwen make her wedding circlet from them. "I don't know. Does it matter?"
"Maybe," Erestor sighed wistfully. "It just won't be the same."
Glorfindel stared at the distant look on Erestor's face with a sinking feeling in his stomach. "You know Elrond would never force you to go, if you wanted to stay."
"I would hardly let him sail alone," Erestor said, insulted, "and he has no choice. Everyone is leaving, anyway. Most of us are probably a little unsettled about it."
"Not everyone," Glorfindel contradicted softly. "Celeborn is staying. And the twins, for now. Erestor - if you don't want to go - "
"It's funny, really," Erestor interrupted. "That after the life I've had, I would be afraid of change." He pulled the circle of greenery off his finger and placed it in Glorfindel's hand, looking up at him for the first time that day. "Promise me you won't be different?"
"I can't. I'll get older, and hopefully wiser, and probably fat, with all the food and lack of exercise I'm about to get. But I promise you, the way I feel for you will never change." Glorfindel caught Erestor's chin with the hand that wasn't holding his flower-ring, and pulled him nearer for a kiss.
"You certainly have changed, now that I think about it," Erestor sighed, resting his forehead against Glorfindel's shoulder. "You would have sooner slit your wrists than say anything so sentimental, a thousand years ago."
"And you would have sooner sliced your ears off than listen to me say it," Glorfindel returned, smiling now that Erestor's pensive mood seemed to have passed. "Change isn't always a bad thing."
"I don't know. Promise me you'll never write me love poetry?"
Glorfindel snorted. "I promise I will never change that much."
Glorfindel had been looking for Erestor for nearly three hours by the time he finally found him, out in the gardens. He was staring at a tiny sprig of greenery as if it contained all the secrets of the universe.
"Ah, Erestor? Are you all right?"
"Do you suppose these grow in Valinor?" Erestor asked abruptly, twining the flower stem into a ring around his middle finger.
"There are plenty of flowers in Valinor," Glorfindel replied, puzzled.
"Oh, I know. But do they have these flowers?"
Glorfindel looked more closely at the little white flower, and suddenly recognized it. He and Erestor had helped Arwen make her wedding circlet from them. "I don't know. Does it matter?"
"Maybe," Erestor sighed wistfully. "It just won't be the same."
Glorfindel stared at the distant look on Erestor's face with a sinking feeling in his stomach. "You know Elrond would never force you to go, if you wanted to stay."
"I would hardly let him sail alone," Erestor said, insulted, "and he has no choice. Everyone is leaving, anyway. Most of us are probably a little unsettled about it."
"Not everyone," Glorfindel contradicted softly. "Celeborn is staying. And the twins, for now. Erestor - if you don't want to go - "
"It's funny, really," Erestor interrupted. "That after the life I've had, I would be afraid of change." He pulled the circle of greenery off his finger and placed it in Glorfindel's hand, looking up at him for the first time that day. "Promise me you won't be different?"
"I can't. I'll get older, and hopefully wiser, and probably fat, with all the food and lack of exercise I'm about to get. But I promise you, the way I feel for you will never change." Glorfindel caught Erestor's chin with the hand that wasn't holding his flower-ring, and pulled him nearer for a kiss.
"You certainly have changed, now that I think about it," Erestor sighed, resting his forehead against Glorfindel's shoulder. "You would have sooner slit your wrists than say anything so sentimental, a thousand years ago."
"And you would have sooner sliced your ears off than listen to me say it," Glorfindel returned, smiling now that Erestor's pensive mood seemed to have passed. "Change isn't always a bad thing."
"I don't know. Promise me you'll never write me love poetry?"
Glorfindel snorted. "I promise I will never change that much."
