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The Missing Dogs of Lothlórien by Glorfindel

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Beta: The incomparable Keiliss - thank you :D

This is the same Erestor/Haldir pairing as the one in otters of Imladris.

Written for Perkyandproud in the Ardor in August exchange.

I do not own the elves or their surroundings. I make no profit and have no intention of making any. Although the characters and settings belong to Tolkien, this story is my own idea and my own representation of them, please ask for permission before archiving.




Saruman visited Lothlórien, stayed for a while, and then went back home again. It was about the same time that Galadriel realised one of her lesser favourite dogs was missing.



"You do not suppose that Saruman took your dog?" Celeborn asked, trying not to smirk; he was not enamoured of the yappy little ankle biter.



"Why would he?" Galadriel replied as she picked a stitch from her piece of embroidery.



"To replace the one he killed to make the fur gloves he was wearing?”



Galadriel laughed. Celeborn was being his usual ridiculous self. "I am sure she will turn up eventually."



Celeborn was not convinced. Saruman was a friend to the Elves, but it was always apparent to him that the wizard’s right hand never knew what his left hand was doing. How no one else could see this, he did not know.



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"I expect you are looking forward to seeing Haldir again," Elrond said to Erestor.



"Not long to go now, My Lord," Erestor replied. "Already I can see the heat haze from the forest on the horizon."



"Haldir will be overjoyed to see you. We will all miss you, but it is right that you both spend as much time together as you can." Elrond sighed, he had grown to like and trust the junior advisor; however, it was necessary for Erestor to expand his training by completing a placement abroad in another realm. Already, Elrond could see the seeds of greatness in the young elf and counted himself lucky that he belonged to Imladris.



"We have only been apart for a year, although it seems much longer. Some elves never have the love that Haldir and I have. We are luckier than many." Erestor smiled to himself. At his lowest point, where he was convinced that he would never find love, he had literally bumped into Haldir, sending him flying backwards into a statue of Ereinion's first horse. The back of Haldir's head connected with the stone hoof and he lay unconscious for several minutes. When he awoke, he saw the panicking junior counsellor, who was famous for being the despair of Elrond because of his constant lateness and his tendency to assume the posture of a frightened rabbit whenever the Lord spoke to him. Haldir fell immediately in love. He courted Erestor, marrying him with indecent haste, assuming that he would be called back to Lothlórien at any moment and not wanting to lose this most wonderful being who held his heart.



Galadriel allowed her Marchwarden to stay for five years. With a heavy heart he returned when his time was at an end, placing loyalty before personal happiness. Elrond, who always thought love to be the finest of all emotions, intensified Erestor's training so that he could join Haldir in Lothlórien as quickly as possible. It took Erestor just under a year to assimilate the knowledge he needed. He was driven by the constant need to be with his soulmate and worked so hard that he often forgot to eat or drink and had to be reminded to do so. Every moment of his existence was filled with the most incredible longing; a situation that was only eased in the slightest degree by their connection. Their shared thoughts comforted their hearts, but, at the same time, sharply defined just how lonely and lost they were without each other.



"I can just see your party," Haldir said excitedly through their connection.



"We cannot see the forest yet," Erestor replied.



"I am quite high up. Another mile and you will see us quite clearly, even though we will still be quite far away."



"It seems like every minute is taking an hour." Erestor smiled to no one in particular and hoped that he was not being observed; indeed the thought made him blush. "I am hoping your shift ends the moment we arrive."



"Our lady says it will," Haldir chuckled. "There are fresh sheets on the bed just waiting for you to crease them. I expect them to be so well used tonight, that in the morning the laundry elves will wonder how they are going to get that many stains out."



"You haven't lost your warrior’s coarse sense of humour," Erestor giggled.



"Is something funny?" Elrond asked. He had been lost in his own thoughts and wondered if he had missed the tail end of a joke.



Erestor had not been the shining light of the junior advisors for nothing. "Haldir just told me a joke through our connection."



"I dare you to tell him what I actually said," Haldir teased.



"Haldir said, "What is brown and sticky?" Erestor smiled and told Haldir to shut up when he called him a coward.



"Oh I see. It is more like a riddle than a joke, isn't it? I love riddles. Now let me think about this." Elrond pondered, saying the words ‘brown and sticky’ several times over to himself. "Give me a clue."



"My Lord, I cannot believe you have never heard that joke," Erestor grinned. "The answer is, a stick."



"What is brown and sticky? A stick. That is a good one; I will have to remember it. I think I will tell it to Galadriel. I thought it was a toffee at first and then thought that you would not be so obvious. It is not that funny though really, is it?"



"She will think it is a piece of shit," Haldir scorned. "Anyway, she knows the joke already. Just about everybody in Middle-earth does, apart from Elrond."



"My Lord, most elves, when they hear the joke, think not of toffee but of something else that is brown, and I assume sticky; although, I have never held it and would avoid doing so."



"Oh, I see," Elrond exclaimed. "Ah, right. Perhaps I won't tell Galadriel the joke." He winked at Erestor and gave him the smile of one who has had a lucky escape.



"He is not that bright, is he?" Haldir teased. Erestor shook his head and sighed.



"Has Haldir got any more like that?"



Erestor sighed again.



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