Bring Me To Life

Bring Me To Life

Posted: November 7, 2008
Title: Bring Me to Life
Author: Elohir Mornedhel
Fandom: Tolkien
Genre: FCS
Characters: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Warning: Angst, possible tissue, graphic depiction of homoerotic acts between two consenting elves.
Author's Notes: This story is based on the timeline shown at enclyclopediaofarda.com. I SO want this program. Anyway, it might seem a bit choppy but that's because it's supposed to go as little snippets of time during the War of the Ring.

Summary: To the person who requested this fic. I hope you like it. I don't know if I'm any good at the whole hurt/comfort thing. I don't really have a clear definition of it. The angst, well I know I can do that and I didn't want it to be TOO heavy here. The word 'aquamarine' gave me fits until it kind of jumped on me as Nienna's eyes. There is a TINY bit of humor but it went SO well, I hope you don't mind it. Sílo Anor bo men lín (May the sun shine on your road.)

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Edoras March 6, 3019

Glorfindel stood off to one side as Elladan and Elrohir greeted their foster brother enthusiastically. Halbarad too looked on although he was a bit more expressive than the returned elven warrior. When the three males were done acting like exuberant children, the ranger turned to his former tutor.

The warrior had ever seemed cold and unapproachable. Despite the golden warmth of his appearance, Glorfindel was distant and cool. Many people said it was because of the time he spent in the Halls of Waiting. The only person who could answer that particular riddle was Lord Elrond.

"Mae Govannen, Glorfindel hîr," Aragorn said in flawless elven. He waited as that piercing sapphire gaze moved over him. When it caught his eye, Aragorn felt it in his soul.

"Suilad, Aragorn," the warrior returned coolly.

"It is good to see you," the Dunedin continued. "Will you be travelling with us? Your sword would be most welcome."

"I will accompany you as far as Dunharrow," the lord answered. "From there I will continue my journey. I am required elsewhere."

"He was just being dutiful and making sure we did not perish on our way here," Elrohir said dramatically.

"You know Glorfindel and duty," Elladan snickered.

The seneschal merely raised one golden eyebrow at the Peredhil twins. Then he led Asfaloth to the other horses and removed his tack. Once his mount had been cared for, the elf set his bedroll a little away from the rest of the group.

"Someday we are going to make him smile or frown or… something." Elrohir grumbled.

"For such a warm appearance that lord has a personality that could freeze Mount Doom." Halbarad added.

"I do not know how Ada has tolerated him for so long," Elladan said. "Glorfindel even manages to make Erestor frown."

"You realize he CAN hear you right?" Legolas asked calmly.

"It is like as not, he doesn't care," Aragorn sighed. "Glorfindel has always seemed so… alone to me. I do not think he is happy."

"You are assuming he can feel," Elrohir said quietly.

The golden warrior merely put their words out of his mind. It was for the best anyway.

***

Imladris March 6, 3019

Erestor looked into the fire in the Hall. He rolled his wine goblet between long elegant fingers as his mind wandered from his present surroundings. In truth, his thoughts were of a certain golden warrior of his acquaintance. Yes, Lord Glorfindel, Captain of the Imladrin guard, seneschal, formerly of Gondolin and Lord of the House of the Golden Flower frequently occupied his mind. How could he not? The quiet elf had stolen his heart from the moment Erestor had laid eyes upon him.

"He is a warrior meldir," Elrond said quietly as he took the seat next to his chief advisor. "He is meant to be on the field. His skills are indispensible."

"I understand, Elrond. It does not alleviate my fear for him," the other elf sighed. "I know I have no claim, nor even anything resembling a relationship with Glorfindel. Nevertheless, there is a very real fear inside me that I will not see him again."

"How long have you loved him, Erestor?" the lord asked.

"Since the day he came to Lindon. It is more than the fact that he is the most beautiful ellon I have ever seen. I just have this visceral, soul deep reaction to him. Elrond… I think he is my soul mate," Erestor said softly. "I just cannot get through that cold aloofness he wraps himself in. I am sure there is more there but I have been unable to get close to him."

"I truly wish I could help you. There is much I could tell you were it my story to tell. However, it was shared in confidence," Elrond said. "All I can advise is to not give up, Erestor."

"I could not," the councilor said. "He has my heart."

***

Dunharrow March 8 3019

Glorfindel mounted Asfaloth and rode from Dunharrow at first light. The path Aragorn and the twins now walked was not one for him. He had spent his time among the dead. He was too susceptible to their numbness and their dulled feelings. For him, their emotions echoed inside him, calling for him to rejoin them in the bliss of unfeeling.

The warrior knew what others thought of him. He knew their theories and hypotheses. They were only partially correct. His time in the Halls of Awaiting had left its mark upon him, but it was the events of his previous life that left him cold. One could not experience the things he had and be left untouched innocent.

The golden elf held little trust for any save Elrond. Even that had been centuries in the making. Yet, for Glorfindel to serve the peredhel, Elrond had to know. It was only right for it would be Glorfindel that Imladris and her people relied on for their defense.

Lord Glorfindel was a flawed creature. Though he was a lord, head of the House of the Golden Flower in Gondolin, he had not been treated as other lords had been. Perhaps it had been a flaw in him, perhaps not. Despite the rank of his birth, Glorfindel had been treated like property, Turgon's property. Though the king had been married and, by all appearances, had loved his wife very much, he had kept the golden lord as his lover. The term was not entirely accurate, however, since Glorfindel had had very little choice in the matter. In fact, he had had none whatsoever.

No. Turgon had made it quite clear that if the blond warrior had not submitted to his wishes, done everything the king wanted no matter how distasteful, painful or demeaning then his family, indeed his entire house, would suffer the consequences. Others may have loved Turgon. Glorfindel hated him, coldly hated him with an intensity that surprised him.

Now he rode far from his present home, feeling no different than when he had stepped off the white ship upon his return. Glorfindel was numb inside. In the centuries since his second life had begun, there had only been one to affect that sensation. It had startled him, indeed, had even frightened him a little bit. The golden elf did not want to feel. It was Turgon's feelings and desires that had ruled his first life. He did not want anyone to have that power over him again. Nor did he want to experience it from the other end. That way laid madness and pain.

Battle once again raged across Middle Earth. The Enemy launched his many attacks, hoping to overwhelm them. Good men and elves died. Glorfindel saw it as his duty to fight against the Dark Lord. He knew there would be many battles ahead for him. His instincts led him now. Perhaps he would survive or perhaps he would return to the Halls. He found he did not have a preference one way or another.

***

Imladris March 8 3019

Erestor could not concentrate and he found the fact intolerable. There was much to be done, plans to make, to put into motion, intelligence to gather for Elrond's review. He could not afford to be distracted. His heart didn't care.

Looking out the window of his office, Erestor sent a plea to the Valar.

"Elbereth, saes, watch over him," he begged.

Turning back to the papers on his desk, the dark-haired elf felt only marginally better after making his plea. He would have preferred if the golden warrior had remained in Imladris.

***

Lórien March 11 3019

Glorfindel swung his blade with deadly accuracy, separating the orc from his head. Asfaloth's hooves struck as fatally as his rider's sword. The two moved through the ranks of the foul creatures, driving them back, trampling them underfoot and slaughtering them left and right.

His armor was soaked in blood. His mount's coat was tinged black. Glorfindel's sapphire eyes remained as cold as the Helcaraxë as he killed the spawns of Mordor. That they were once elves meant nothing to him. The golden warrior had no mercy in his heart, no pity, no remorse. It as war and death rode at his side.

***

Imladris March 11 3019

Erestor awoke in a cold sweat, his body aching and his heart racing as if he had been moving for hours without respite. He threw his blankets aside and stumbled to his bathing chamber. Even awake images danced before his eyes. Erestor had seen his fair share of combat. He had not always been a councilor. However, what he had experienced had never been as brutal as the pictures flashing in his head. He could not understand them. It was as if he was the one immersed in the fighting.

Splashing cold water on his face, the dark-haired elf heaved a tired sigh. He had been working very hard lately. Perhaps his mind was just responding to all the reports of the war. That explanation only partially sufficed since Erestor's role in battle came usually as infantry or as an archer. He preferred to be on his own two feet when the enemy came close and only on rare occasions had ever been involved in mounted combat. His images all involved the shifting and dancing of a steed beneath him.

As he returned to his bed, the councilor resolutely pushed the images from his mind. He needed sleep if he were to function properly and assist his lord. He could not afford to let his mind waiver nor his determination to fade. In truth, he realized that any intelligence he could provide would aid his people and that, in turn, may keep Glorfindel alive. He knew if the golden warrior were to fall, he would not be far behind.

***

Lórien March 15 3019

Glorfindel stood before Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel of the Golden Wood. He had yet to wash the blood of the orcs and uruk hai from his body. Only now had the enemy been repulsed for the second time. The golden warrior knew they would attack again and he had said as much to Celeborn. However, he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he would not be present for their next attack. He was required elsewhere though he knew not where. He could only go where this… instinct directed him.

"Indeed you are a great warrior, Lord Glorfindel," Celeborn said calmly. "Your sword was greatly appreciated in these recent battles."

"You must travel south… to Minas Tirith," Galadriel intoned softly her eyes getting a faint glazed look to them. "A great battle awaits you, one that will change the course of your destiny. Namarië, may your path be green and golden."

"Namarië, hîrilen," Glorfindel returned with a bow of respect.

***

Imladris March 15 3019

Four days, for the last four days Erestor had been on edge. Though he had tried to remain pleasant, it had been incredibly difficult. He could not focus on his work nor could he sleep at night. His usual happy disposition was being affected.

Stretching out on the chaise lounge on his balcony, Erestor tried to force himself into a state of calm. He needed that balance inside himself to function properly. After several long moments, he was able to settle himself. Slowly he dropped into a deep sleep.

The next thing the dark haired ellon knew he was standing in the middle of the woods. A path or trail could be seen off to the left. He looked around and gasped when he saw a figure lying on the ground. A long golden braid curled around on the ground and a luminescent white horse grazed off to one side.

Slowly Erestor approached the familiar figure. Dropping to his knees beside Glorfindel, the advisor anxiously looked over the beloved elf. Tears of relief poured down his face as he found the golden elf to be relatively unharmed. Though he knew himself to be asleep, Erestor also knew that what he saw was real. Glorfindel was uninjured and still sound.

"You should not be here," the golden elf said as he rolled over and looked at Erestor's shade.

"I had to know you were well," the advisor answered.

"Do not concern yourself." Glorfindel said.

"I cannot help it." Erestor shrugged.

As they continued their discussion, Erestor never questioned that the warrior could see and hear him. He never doubted the validity of the experience. He was speaking with Glorfindel and the captain was well. That was all that mattered.

***

Mordor March 25 3019

It was now. He could feel it as he stood among the warriors of the West. He had chosen to stand among the soldiers rather than up with Aragorn and Gandalf. He was simply a warrior, nothing more than that. Soon the battle would begin in earnest. Oh the Dark Lord would send someone to banter with them, try to confuse their minds with words first. It was his way. When that failed, and it would fail, the Black Gate would open and the spawns of Mordor would come rushing out.

Surprisingly enough, given the gravity of his current situation, Glorfindel found himself incongruously thinking of Lord Erestor's smile. He noted how the simple gesture lit the dark-haired ellon's entire face, making his dark eyes sparkle. Why in the world would he be thinking of the councilor at a time like this? Before he could ponder the matter further, the air was rent by a loud painful screech and rumble as the Black Gate opened. Orcs, Uruk Hai and worse poured from the gaping maw. Glorfindel's blade slid from its sheath, glinting silver in the sun, with a deadly hiss and his sapphire eyes grew cold and merciless. This was the Balrog Slayer.

***

Imladris March 25 3019

The plate shattered as it crashed against the floor in the Hall of Fire. Erestor screamed as searing horrific pain lanced through his body. He gasped as he wrapped his arms around his midsection and dropped to his knees on the cold stone.

"Glorfindel," He whispered as Elrond rushed to his side.

Unmitigated fear rushed through the councilor's body and one thought filled his mind. "I must get to Glorfindel."

Knowing the dark-haired advisor would not be able to think rationally, Elrond took care of all the arrangements. Erestor would travel faster and more stealthily on his own. The peredhel also knew his dear friend would allow nothing to prevent him from reaching the golden warrior's side. The Valar help the creature that tried.

***

Minas Tirith April 3019

Aragorn rubbed his face, trying to relieve the exhaustion he felt. Of all the Men, Elves, and Hobbits that had been injured, this one bothered him the most. Glorfindel. His wounds were many, as if the enemy had a particular hatred for the golden elf. The only thing that had prevented the Elda from being hacked to pieces was the vicious defensive actions of Asfaloth, Glorfindel's steed.

In the end, Elladan and Elrohir had been required to calm the horse and allow Aragorn to examine the fallen warrior. When it had been determined that the ellon was still alive, they had all worked diligently to make sure Glorfindel stayed that way. Unfortunately, it looked as if their efforts were going to be in vain. The might warrior looked incredibly pale and weak. The blood loss had been great and the warrior had yet to regain consciousness. The longer Glorfindel remained with his eyes closed, the more Aragorn and the others feared for him.

"It is as if every inch of him is covered with bandages," Legolas said softly from behind him. "I have never seen him look thus."

"I have done I know how to do," Aragorn sighed. "His wounds are many. Some of them still seep blood. His breathing is shallow and irregular. His body is cool to the touch."

"I do not have any answers for you, Estel." Legolas said quietly.

"I know," Aragorn sighed. "At this point, I believe everything will depend on the strength of Glorfindel's desire to live."

"Faster, faster," Erestor murmured against the inky coat of Mór Súl's neck.

There was urgency inside him and he knew that he had to get to Minas Tirith, to Glorfindel. His beloved was seriously hurt and needed him, badly. Erestor rubbed the sweat from his eyes, straining to see the White City through the darkness. He had to make it. He had to reach him.

The wind whipped through the horse's mane, slapping the hairs against the pale skin of the advisor's face. It stung but not as sharply as the pain stabbing through him. He knew it was not his pain that he was feeling. It was Glorfindel's and that frightened him more than anything.

"Saes Elbereth," the dark ellon cried out with all his being. "Spare him. Let me reach his side in time. Let me save him. I cannot live without him. I do not wish to even try."

"I have wings to your steed," came a faint ethereal voice. It was so soft, Erestor wasn't sure he had actually heard it. His mind dismissed it as it turned back to his beloved.

Erestor reached the White City in the dead of night. He pounded on the gate and snarled vehemently when it wasn't immediately opened. When the guards saw an infuriated elf on the other side, they moved immediately to rectify the situation.

The chief advisor of Imladris charged through Minas Tirith. Mór Súl had barely come to a stop before Erestor was off the horse's back and running into the palace. Aragorn was waiting for him, Prince Legolas by his side.

"Glorfindel," The dark haired elf said breathlessly.

After exchanging a look, the Dunedin led his former tutor to a private room in the healing wing. Erestor paused in the doorway, gasping in shock. Then he was flinging his cloak aside and rushing to Glorfindel's side. Tears streamed down his face as he looked at all the bandages. His breath hitched and his hand shook as he gently brushed a golden lock from his beloved's forehead. Then Erestor leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on the warrior's cool dry lips.

"Oh you great fool," the councilor cried. "You will not leave me."

"I have done all that I can, Erestor," Aragorn said softly. "I don't believe he will wait for Ada's arrival."

"He will not leave me," Erestor repeated. "I will not allow it."

Aragorn made to protest but Legolas put a gentle hand on his shoulder. When the man looked at him, the wood elf shook his head. There was a light in the councilor's eyes that the prince had only seen once before, in his Adar's eyes when the King had almost lost his soul mate to an ungol's venom.

"But…" Aragorn began,

"Estel," the sinda said softly."This is beyond your understanding of the Eldar. There is a chance Lord Erestor may succeed where you have not. We must give him the opportunity."

The two left the room.

For several hours, Erestor poured over scrolls, manuscripts and tomes. He had servants scrambling with every barked command. He did not win any friends. Indeed Aragorn heard many complaints and it wasn't until the Dunedin explained the reason for the elf lord's intensity and demanding requests that the servants became more accepting and understanding of the dark haired elf's attitude and treatment.

With a sigh, Erestor closed the last tome. His head swam with all of the information he had crammed into it. Finally, he was ready to proceed. He had never attempted the journey he was about to embark upon but he felt his Glorfindel was worth the risk to his spirit. He would give anything and everything to save the golden haired warrior.

Nervously, Erestor lit the four white candles standing in the four cardinal points of the room. It was not the ritual he was about to attempt that had butterflies quivering in his stomach. Oddly enough, it was the fact that he was clad only in a dressing gown, about to climb into a bed occupied by his Glorfindel. It didn't seem to matter that the warrior was unconscious and in danger of losing his second life. The idea of being in the same bed with him had Erestor's heart beating faster; his body throbbing and heat suffusing him.

Taking a deep breath, the dark-haired elf lit the incense and walked over to the side of the bed. Letting the soft fabric slide from his pale shoulders, he lifted the blankets. Erestor could not resist taking a peek at the beauty that was Glorfindel. His eyes widened and a blush colored his cheeks.

"Oh my," he whispered before glancing at Glorfindel's face." Please wake up."

Then he slipped beneath the covers. A soft gasp escaped his lips as he felt the chill of the warrior's skin against his own. Settling next to the blonde, Erestor pressed up against his side. The ritual called for as much physical contact as possible to be successful. Obviously he couldn't lay on top of the seneschal though the image and idea did not unpleasant things to his body. Erestor had to settle for lying by his beloved's side with his head tucked against the warrior's shoulder, his arm and leg draped over the hard muscular frame.

Taking a deep breath the dark-haired ellon began murmuring softly. Energy filled the room, building within the sphere Erestor had created. He felt himself slip away from his body and gripped Glorfindel tighter. Then it went black.

The first thing he recognized was stars in the dark twilight of a midnight sky. He felt grass beneath his feet and a warm breeze brushed against his bare skin. Erestor tucked a strand of hair behind his ear and looked around him. He was in a garden, Nienna's garden. What would Glorfindel be doing here?

"Mae Govannen, Erestor," A soft feminine voice said from his right.

Erestor turned and immediately dropped to one knee. A soft laugh greeted his actions. Nienna grasped him by the shoulders and brought him to his feet. She studied his face for a few moments, brushing aside a strand of inky black hair. She caressed his cheek and gave a sad smile.

"You have loved him for so long," She said softly.

Erestor nodded as a single tear slid down his pale cheek. He took a shuddering breath, trying to calm himself.

"Before I take you to him, there is something you must see," the vala explained.

She led him down a well tended path to a small pool. Flowers of every kind bloomed around them. She guided him to a small stone bench and sat upon it. Then Nienna leaned over and brushed the tips of her fingers across the surface of the water. It rippled and images began to appear.

Erestor watched in shock as his love was forced to become King Turgon's slave. Fury welled up inside him. How dare that bastard son of an orc do that to HIS Glorfindel? When the water showed a close up of the warrior's face, all the anger drained from the councilor. There was such despair and bleakness in Glorfindel's expression. The dark-haired elf reached out his hand, his heart swelled with love for the golden lord and all he wanted to do was cherish Glorfindel, show him how he should have been treated.

"Do you have the patience to heal him?" Nienna asked firmly.

"For him I will have the patience of Eru himself," Erestor whispered. "He is everything to me, my very breath."

"Then follow me, Erestor of Imladris." The vala said as she rose from the bench.

After a short walk, she paused at the top of a hillock.

"He is somewhat at peace," Nienna said quietly, gesturing to a blond figure tending to a bed of celandine flowers. "But there is something he longs for… you must provide it."

Erestor looked into the aquamarine depths of the vala's eyes. He nodded and then slowly descended the hill. The councilor stopped a few feet from the warrior and cleared his throat. When Glorfindel looked up at him, the dark-haired elf gave him a hesitant smile.

"I did not know you enjoyed gardening." Erestor said softly.

"It relaxes me," Glorfindel answered. "What are you doing here, Lord Erestor? Was Imladris attacked?"

"Nay, The Hidden Valley is still safe," was the quiet answer. "I came here for you."

"Why?" the blond lord asked.

"Why what?" Erestor returned as he knelt next to his beloved and sank his long fingers into the rich soil. "I too enjoy gardening. I rarely get to do so."

"Why did you come here for me?" the warrior asked as he sat back on his haunches.

"Because I love you," the councilor answered simply.

"You lie." Glorfindel said coldly.

"I never lie about my feelings. Nor do I lie about anything else. It takes too much energy to remember what you said and to whom. It is much easier to tell the truth." The advisor answered.

"You cannot love me," Glorfindel said, an odd note in his voice. It was then that Erestor noticed the lack of a chill in the warrior's words.

"Why not?" the brunette questioned.

"Because… I am… I was. " The blonde couldn't even say the words, not to Erestor.

"Because of what Turgon did?" the dark-haired lord asked. "Is it because you were made a sex slave by an elf that did not deserve the title of King?"

"Yes," Glorfindel snarled, shooting to his feet and stalking away.

He was surprised when the councilor appeared at his side. Staring at Erestor, he stopped and put his hands on lean hips. Then he glared when Erestor gave him a cheeky grin.

"You cannot possibly love me!"

"I am perfectly capable of loving you. I adore you with all my heart," Erestor said with a smile. "It is incredibly uplifting to finally say it to you. I intend on saying it every day for the rest of our lives."

"I am not going back," Glorfindel stated quietly. "You cannot stay here. You will die."

Erestor shrugged, still wearing a smile.

"You must go back." The warrior insisted.

"Why? Without you, I would fade in all probability, fairly quickly, since I love you with every fiber of my being." The councilor said.

"STOP SAYING THAT!" the golden elf roared.

"Okay now that is the final straw," Erestor snapped his own formidable temper flaring.

He reached up and grabbed Glorfindel's head in both hands. With surprising strength, he yanked the warrior's face down to his and captured full lips in a searing kiss. Erestor's assault so shocked the golden elf that he gasped in surprise and the dark elf slipped his tongue in to taste the sweetness of his love. Purring with incredible pleasure from that simple tiny act, the councilor softened the kiss and pressed his nude body against the blonde's.

Even as his senses drowned in the taste of Glorfindel, Erestor kept Turgon's perfidy in the back of his mind. Once he realized the warrior was not fighting him, the advisor slowly allowed his body to soften, yielding to the golden elf in a way Glorfindel had never experienced before. Soon strong arms slid slowly around his body, pulling him closer if it were even possible. Heat built within him and the pleasure sounds escaping his throat grew louder.

As his beloved's hot mouth traveled down the slender column of his neck, Erestor slid elegant hands into the silken strands of golden hair. He moaned in delight before whispering into his lover.

"You know of dominance and control and lust," he said quietly. "Let me show you love."

"I do not know love," Glorfindel whispered against pale skin. "It has ever been beyond my reach."

"It is in your arms right now," Erestor said. "I love you with every breath in my body, with all that I am."

"I… " The warrior began.

"Glorfindel," Erestor interrupted softly. "I know you do not believe me. I know you have been hurt. I want to make things right for you. I want to show you the way it should be, that my love for you is real and everlasting. I would rather cut out my heart than hurt you in any way. Please… let me love you."

"I am…" the golden elf paused a moment. "I am frightened."

The councilor's heart broke at hearing those words. He pulled Glorfindel closer and held him, just held him. To admit such a fear was an immensely difficult thing. Erestor knew from personal knowledge. He had never experienced such an intensity of emotions before. It frightened him as well, but he knew, deep inside, he knew the sweet golden beauty in his arms was so very worth the risk.

"I will keep you safe," Erestor whispered. "I will cherish you and honor you with all that I am. Glorfindel, I love you more than my own life. I do not want to lose you. I could not bear it."

"Erestor," the golden ellon said softly. "I… "

"Shhh A'maelamin, You do not have to say anything." The dark haired elf interrupted.

"Yes," Glorfindel said firmly. "I do. What Turgon did to me… I cannot go through it again. I will not. Nor will I condemn you to a relationship devoid of physical intimacy. You must go back and forget about me."

"What a stubborn ellon you are," the dark haired elf shook his head. "You do not realize I am equally as stubborn. I LOVE you, Glorfindel. If being able to have you in my life, to be allowed to show you how deeply I feel, means never feeling your touch upon my skin nor your body buried in mine then so be it."

"You… would yield to me?" the warrior questioned his voice filled with confusion.

"Oh, Glorfindel, you do not know how many nights over these many centuries I have dreamed of yielding to you, of feeling you deep inside me, I have begun many a day with a cold bath to relieve the heat of those dreams." Erestor said with a blush.

"I do not understand you," the golden ellon sighed. "I am a broken thing… How could you possibly want someone like me?"

"Oh you silly fool," the dark-haired elf said with a soft smile. "You are so very amazing to me. There is such a light in you; I do not understand how anyone else cannot see it. Yes, I know you have not exactly been approachable. You have been downright arctic at times. However, Glorfindel I could see something more. I don't understand how but it is true. I was forever looking for a way to reach you, to step through the barrier you surrounded yourself with. I have longed to tell you how I feel for centuries. That I am able to do so is a blessed gift to me. I know your views are colored by what that… bastard son of an yrch did to you. There may come a time when you can put it all behind you. Until that time comes, I am willing to accept whatever you are willing to give. I just want the chance to love you."

Glorfindel was amazed by the venom in Erestor's voice when the councilor referred to Turgon. Could it be that the dark-haired elf truly did love him? Despite everything that had been done to him? That he had allowed to happen? He looked at the ellon he held in his arms. At that moment, a memory came to him of standing before the Black Gates and thinking about a smile. THIS ellon's smile and how it lit up Erestor's entire face. He remembered thinking that he had never been the cause of that smile and it had saddened him.

Hesitantly the golden warrior reached up and stroked the councilor's cheek. He gasped quietly as the dark-haired elf turned into his touch, a smile of pure joy on his face as his eyes fluttered closed. For the first time in many centuries, Glorfindel felt hope blossom in his chest. Yet, he could not quite say the words that Erestor apparently wanted to hear. He did not know if he was capable of love anymore. Turgon had killed it a lifetime ago.

"I do not need any promises now save one," Erestor whispered, not realizing he had addressed the warrior's thoughts and not his words. "The only promise I need from you, Glorfindel of Imladris, is that you will return to me and give me the opportunity… nay the honor, of loving you."

"I…" Glorfindel took a deep breath, raising his eyes from the entrancing vision in his arms until they met the aquamarine gaze of Nienna. She smiled gently and nodded her head. "I so swear. I will return to you Erestor. But you must leave now. You are not meant to be here."

"I will go," the councilor said with a sigh. He looked up into the golden elf's sapphire gaze with a smile. "I know you will do everything in your power to keep your word. Nothing will stop you from returning to me. I will be waiting."

With those words, Erestor's form disappeared from view. Glorfindel felt a little colder for his departure, a little emptier now that the dark-haired elf was no longer pressed against him. He turned back to the little patch of celandine and sighed. Then he knelt and resumed his work.

"Surely you do not mean to betray his trust," came an unexpected masculine voice.

Glorfindel turned around and froze in his tracks. His muscles trembled and a fire began to burn deep within him. Turgon stood before him in all his kingly glory. The mighty elf slowly walked towards him, his movement fluid and graceful, tense and yet utterly relaxed. He lowered himself to the ground a few feet from where Glorfindel knelt in an uncharacteristically common way.

"You do not know whether to run or fight," Turgon sighed. "I did not expect any less. No doubt you are wondering how I dare approach you considering our history. Well, I have never been one to shirk from a duty nor hesitate to take what I want and those are traits I retain even here."

Glorfindel had yet to say a word. In truth, he didn't know what to say. All he could think was that he wanted Erestor in his arms at that moment, to feel the beautiful ellon's body next to his, supporting him, loving him.

"Well, let us not dawdle," Turgon said as he crossed his legs tailor fashion and placed his elbows upon them. "I have come here to apologize to you, Glorfindel. I truly did not deserve my title as King. Indeed, I did not deserve to be counting among the Firstborn for my actions towards you were of the basest and darkest sort. I know this apology does nothing to alleviate the pain I caused you that I continue to cause you. Though there are things I could tell you to explain my actions, they are neither here nor there. They would sound like nothing more than excuses. I do not ask your forgiveness. I am not entitled to such a gift from you."

"Even in making an apology you seek to dominate and control." Glorfindel said coldly.

"That is in my nature," Turgon said with a shrug. He'd had quite a long time to examine the very essence of his soul and his actions upon Middle Earth. He had made his peace with it. "My words are no less sincere for the way they are presented. In truth I had not wanted to intrude upon you here, knowing it was my actions that brought you to these gardens. However, it is part of my penance. Once you have dismissed me, I go to fulfill the rest of it."

"What could you possibly do to make amends for the things you did to me?" Glorfindel snarled suddenly.

"Well," Turgon took a deep breath. "It is simple. I am to be placed in exactly the same position I placed you. I am to walk a lifetime in your boots, YOUR lifetime, to be exact."

"I do not understand" Glorfindel said. As much as he detested Turgon, he would not wish his experiences on anyone… even the former king.

"You do not need to," the former king shrugged.

"You will explain," the golden warrior growled as he stood, placing his hands on lean hips. "What do you mean by my lifetime?"

Turgon looked at the other elf in surprise. He had known there was fire in Glorfindel, had seen it on the battlefield. He also remembered how that passion had died once he'd made his demands. With a sigh, the elf shook his head. It seemed the golden warrior had found his fire once more and was not about to spare the king from its heat.

"I would have an answer." Glorfindel growled.

"You are not going to like it," Turgon warned. "You are better off not knowing. You are not the type to bear another elf's pain because of you, even if that elf is me."

"And you would do best to stop stalling, Aranen," the warrior said stiffly.

"Aranen?" Turgon laughed though it did not ring quite right. "I am not your king, Glorfindel. I am no longer a king at all. Do not say I did not warn you and be aware that you can do nothing to change this."

"Turgon," the blonde ellon growled.

"Obstinate elf," Turgon grumbled. "I am to serve another, in the way you served me, until you sail for Aman. The moment you set foot on the white sands, I will be released. Do not concern yourself with my fate. It is nothing more than I deserve and I accept it without protest. Now, perhaps you will answer a question for me."

"Ask," Glorfindel said.

"Do you intend to remain here in Nienna's Garden or will you fulfill your promise to the elf who loves you so much it shines like Anor?" Turgon asked as he leaned back on his elbows in the grass. It was so unlike what Glorfindel remembered of the ellon next to him.

"Why should you care?" the golden warrior replied."It is no concern of yours and I do not wish to speak of him with you. Go."

"If you remain here," Turgon said as he rose suddenly to his feet. "You will regret it even more than you lament giving in to my demands all those years ago. Do not deny yourself happiness because of the horrendous mistakes I made and the damage I caused. Reach out for him. Wrap your arms around him and never let go. Be happy, Glorfindel. Allow yourself to be free, to love him. It is clear you already do."

The captain of Imladris stared at the retreating back of King Turgon. The elf he had just been speaking with was nothing like the ellon he had known in Gondolin. Gone was the regal sovereign. In his place was an elf that had a presence about him that made one take notice, but did not overwhelm. It almost seemed as if a great burden had been lifted from Turgon's shoulders and he was free of its weight. He did not understand why his former master insisted he follow Erestor, not that Glorfindel had any intention of remaining in Nienna's garden. However, he had promised to care for the celandine beds while he was there and this one was the last. He could not, in good conscience, leave until he had finished. It would only take him a few more moments.

Had the Valar really linked Turgon's punishment with his time in Middle Earth? Why would they do such a thing? As much as he hated the other elf, he did not want to be a source of pain for anyone. Turgon had seemed… changed. Perhaps his time in the Halls of Awaiting had had some affect on him. And what did he mean when he said he was a king no longer?

"He has renounced any claim to his royal blood," Nienna said quietly as she came to stand next to the golden warrior.

"Is what he said true?" Glorfindel asked.

"Yes," the Vala answered.

"Why?" the captain said quietly.

"Turgon is a complicated ellon. There is no simple answer to your question. He had a choice," Nienna said as she stroked a rose petal. "He chose his punishment without hesitation. "

"He is nothing like the elf I remember," the seneschal said stiffly.

"No, he is not. However, that is because he no longer bears the responsibility or the weight of kingship. He no longer has to think about how his tiniest action will be interpreted or twisted. He is simple another elf in these realms."

"It is not right," Glorfindel said suddenly. "No one should have to go through that."

"You did," she pointed out. "At Turgon's hand."

"That is entirely beside the point," the warrior sighed. "I would not wish my experiences on anyone."

"Then perhaps it is a good thing the decision was not left to you," Nienna smiled gently as she laid a hand on his shoulder. "Glorfindel, do not take this burden upon yourself. It was Turgon's choice and you cannot interfere. You will not be allowed to sail until Aman calls you home. You will not be able to shorten his sentence by sailing early."

"How can I go when I know someone suffers for it?"

"You can because it was HIS choice," Nienna snapped. "He has accepted his punishment. You were warned that you would not like it. Turgon has made his decision and he will abide by it. Now, you have someone very special waiting for you. The celandine will thrive here. Go to Erestor."

When Aragorn had arrived that morning, he was not expecting to find Erestor in bed with Glorfindel. Needless to say he'd been a bit shocked. As far as he knew, the two elves were not even friends. Of course, after the councilor's entrance into the White City the night before, he knew things had changed. It was either that or he had been completely unobservant for many years. Shaking his head, he moved quietly over to the bed to check on his patient. Grey eyes narrowing, Aragorn pulled all the bandages from the golden warrior's body to discover all his wounds healed. Color was slowly returning to Glorfindel's cheeks and hope flared within the man's breast. Erestor had done it. He didn't know how, but the councilor had saved Glorfindel.

Long fair lashes fluttered against golden tanned skin. Slowly they opened to reveal sapphire blue orbs that burned with intelligence and wariness. Glorfindel inhaled deeply only to feel an arm and a leg draped across him. He stiffened unaware of the identity of the person lying across him. Then a soft purr rumbled against his ear and the warrior turned his head. A small gasp escaped him.

Erestor lay next to him, his dark eyelashes fanned against his pale skin. Soft, warm breath puffed against the warrior's face as the councilor continued to sleep. The slender ellon snuggled closer against his body as if he would have preferred to be on top of Glorfindel rather than at his side. Releasing the sudden tense grip he had somehow placed on the dark-haired elf, the Captain turned his head as he heard a soft chuckle.

"I guess he was more stubborn than you thought," Gandalf said with a warm laugh. "You gave us quite a scare Glorfindel, shame on you."

"What are you doing here, Mithrandir?" the golden elf said hoarsely.

"Well Aragorn was in much need of some rest. He has been caring for you non-stop since the battle ended. You even took the mischief out of Elladan and Elrohir… for awhile at any rate. Their father will never believe it. You also made quite the impression on the men of Gondor and Rohan. They have never seen one fight quite like you," The Istari said with a smile. "I sent Aragorn off to bed, the twins to the healing wings and Legolas to the library. There is no one left to bother you but myself."

"And bother me you shall," the warrior said with the tiniest of smiles. He had always liked Mithrandir. It was just too hard to trust anyone.

"Of course," the wizard's blue eyes twinkled merrily. "I have watched you for centuries, Glorfindel. I have seen you hold everyone at bay with icy words and an even colder attitude. I think we have coddled you enough."

"Coddled?" the warrior growled, unable to maintain said cold façade.

"What you need is a good swift kick in the fanny," Mithrandir continued, ignoring the attempted interruption. "You have something wonderful right before you. It has been there, HE has been there, since you stepped foot in Lindon. Do NOT muddle up this opportunity."

"How?" Glorfindel said simply. He did not need to expand on his questions.

"There are many things I am privy to, mellonen. You deserve to be happy. So does Erestor. Take this gift you have been given and let go of the past." With those words, the Istari rose from his chair and left the room.

Turning back to the ellon next to him, Glorfindel let out a soft sigh. Mithrandir's words were easier said than done. He wanted to believe that Erestor loved him, but his mind kept refusing the idea. Who could love someone who had been used as a slave? Who could love someone who had done those things?

"I could," Erestor murmured softly as he snuggled closer. "I do."

The warrior watched as sooty lashes swept up to reveal the most beautiful, enchanting eyes he had ever seen. The love in their depths seared him to his core and his breath caught in his throat. He stared into that gaze as long elegant fingers slid through his hair to the back of his neck. Glorfindel allowed himself to be drawn down into Erestor's embrace. With a strange sense of hesitation and anticipation, he accepted the sweetest kiss he had ever known. Soft lips brushed against his mouth until his lips tingled. On a small gasp, he opened his mouth and immediately felt Erestor's tongue slip inside. The pleasure that shot through his body shocked and amazed him. It had been two lifetimes since he had felt such pleasure at the touch of another.

With Mithrandir's and Nienna's words still ringing in his ears, Glorfindel slowly forced his body to relax. The mantra of 'He is not Turgon' repeating inside his head, he carefully began to return the kiss. His reward was a quiet whimper followed by a sweet purr of pleasure from the dark elf next to him. When the warrior felt Erestor's hot bare flesh press against him, a guttural moan tore itself past his lips. On pure instinct, he wrapped his arm around the councilor's waist and rolled until the smaller elf was beneath him, pressed deep into the mattress as their kiss took on the golden elf's long-denied passion.

Delight rippled through Erestor as Glorfindel took control of their lovemaking. He could not be happier and more willing to feel the warrior buried deep inside him. The councilor didn't know what had happened to the golden elf before he had awakened, but he thanked the Valar that the captain was taking the initiative. Steel muscles clad in silken skin pressed against his flesh. His fingers danced over the breadth of Glorfindel's shoulders, savoring the feel of the mighty elf beneath his hands. Slowly he parted his thighs, letting out a low long moan as their erections pressed together. He wrapped his legs around his beloved's waist, opening himself, offering himself to Glorfindel.

Nothing had prepared the golden warrior for the passionate creature beneath him. The way Erestor yielded to him so unquestioningly amazed the blonde. In the beginning, he had resisted Turgon, refused the king his submission. It had brought him nothing but pain. Here was this strong ellon offering his body with astonishing trust. The captain lifted his head and stared down into the dark eyes beneath him.

"How can you trust me so?" he whispered.

"I know you will not hurt me intentionally," Erestor responded. "Have you never taken a lover before melethen?"

"I was not allowed to pleasure any but Turgon and…" the blond paused.

"And?" the councilor encouraged.

"I was permitted to give myself relief only in his presence," Glorfindel admitted quietly.

"As I said… bastard son of an yrch," Erestor muttered. "A'maelamin, I have desired this for so long, you could take me without preparation and I would, more than likely, feel nothing but pleasure. However, now is not the time to think but rather it is the time to feel."

Slowly the advisor rocked his hips, pressing his shaft against the warrior's and moaning in delight. He felt Glorfindel's tremor all the way down to his toes and chuckled seductively. Elegant hands that moved eloquently in the council chambers now danced along bronzed flesh to find turgid peaks in need of attention. Pinching and rolling the golden ellon's nipples between his fingertips, he continued to writhe and rub against his lover, knowing he was arousing the larger elf with each movement. He wanted the captain to stop thinking and just feel the love Erestor had for him.

It was getting harder to think. The fair-haired warrior growled as his lover undulated his sinewy body once more, pressing them together exquisitely. His breathing came in short pants and a tingling spread throughout his body. He rocked his hips between lean thighs and groaned at the bolts of pleasure that rocked his large frame.

"Glorfindel," Erestor purred as he nipped along the cords of the warrior's throat. "I want you inside me. I want to feel your hard shaft thrusting into me, making me scream with exquisite pleasure."

The blond elf groaned as the words made him harden further. He felt strong hands roam down his back and fingers dig into his buttocks, pushing him against the councilor. He looked down into Erestor's eyes and his breath caught. Never had he seen such naked passion in another's eyes. He leaned back down and took the dark-haired elf's mouth aggressively, hooking one leg as he shifted.

Passion may have hazed the seneschal's thinking, but it did not obliterate his very nature. It wouldn't register until later that he had never spoken the words out loud but he accepted the open vial his lover slipped into his hand. Eagerly he dipped his fingers into the viscous fluid. Some day he might tell Erestor how Turgon would make the warrior prepare himself but now was not the time.

With nimble skill, he turned the act into a sensuous experience for Erestor, making the councilor nearly speechless with desire. The only words that escaped those tempting lips were the warrior's name. Soon the dark-haired ellon was pushing down on three strong fingers, wordlessly letting Glorfindel know what he desired.

"Tell me what you want, Erestor." The blond demanded huskily.

"I… want… you," the councilor said breathlessly. "Inside… mmm… me. Saes, Glorfindel A'maelamin."

"As you wish, pen vorn nin," the warrior whispered against the delicate shell of the dark elf's ear.

Even as he pressed the head of his shaft against the quivering entrance of Erestor's body, Glorfindel took his time. He nibbled and sucked on the tip of his lover's ear. One hand stroked the delicate skin between the advisor's passage and scrotum. The action made his partner cry out even as it rose to a scream with the head of the warrior's cock sliding inside.

"You are so very vocal," the golden ellon whispered against passion bruised lips, swollen from his kisses. "You seem… made for me."

"I AM made for you," Erestor panted as he pressed down on the shaft penetrating his body. "I have always been yours."

Drowning in the councilor's ebony eyes, shining with passion, Glorfindel pressed slowly deeper into the lithe body beneath him. The heat surrounding his aching flesh was intense and the passage tight. Groaning as he dropped his forehead to Erestor's shoulder, the warrior held his body completely still, savoring the feel of his dark elf's body around him. Fingers danced lightly down his back before stroking his hips and buttocks, urging him to move. Slowly he flexed his hips, pulling his hard shaft from the warmth of Erestor's body. Muscles gripped at him in protest. Without warning, Glorfindel snapped his hips, thrusting home deep and hard. The scream he tore from Erestor's lips was one of unadulterated pleasure.

"YES!" the councilor cried, lifting his legs and wrapping them tightly around the warrior's waist.

He met each thrust with one of his own, savoring the feel of Glorfindel's shaft impaling him sweetly, pressing him and moving him across the mattress until his head collided a bit roughly with the headboard. Erestor didn't care. He just placed one hand against the wood even as the other wrapped around his lover's neck. His muscles trembled and shook with the intensity of their lovemaking. His senses went into overload and nothing else existed but the feel of Glorfindel moving within him, one with him in a visceral way nothing could break.

It came as a shock to the golden warrior when his mind opened and Erestor's thoughts and feelings flooded his brain. He gasped but his body remained functional on a primitive level. Nothing could force him to part from his lover, not now, not ever. His movements became faster and faster as he learned everything there was to know about the elf writhing and panting beneath him, covered in a sheen of sweat from their activities. He knew Erestor's most intimate thoughts and the depth of the councilor's love for him.

On his next breath, Glorfindel realized the same was true for Erestor. Nothing about the warrior's life was hidden from the dark-haired elf and it did not change how the councilor felt towards him. In a dazzling light, their faer became one, joining and writhing together even as their bodies did the same.

In that one shining perfect moment Glorfindel knew that, not only did he love Erestor completely, he trusted his lover implicitly.

"I am… whole," he whispered as his body splintered and his seed spilled deep within the snug passage holding him.

Erestor let himself go, experienced every sensation, every feeling with the same intense concentration he possessed. He knew all the things Glorfindel experienced, shared them as if he were, indeed, a part of the golden warrior. He knew the moment he became complete, the feel of his lover rocking deep within him, filling him with his essence even as the advisor spilled between them.

Weight crashed against him as Glorfindel's muscles gave out. Erestor wrapped arms and legs around his beloved and savored the wonderful feeling of being held, loved and possessed by the golden warrior. This was where he belonged, where he had been striving to be since the moment of his birth. He loved with his entire being and was loved in return.

"Gerich veleth nín Glorfindel o Imladris," he purred softly against one delicately pointed ear. "You are my very breath, my reason for being."

"Melinyel," the warrior responded slowly as the truth buried within his heart came to the light of his mind. "I do not know when or how… but I do."

The smile that lit Erestor's face rivaled Anor. Indeed, it rivaled the beauty of the two trees and Taniquetal. The captain's heart swelled in his chest knowing he was the cause of that smile, that it had been HIS words that had brought such joy to Erestor.

"You have no idea, none whatsoever," Erestor whispered. "How very long I have waited to hear those words. In truth, I thought never to hear them pass your lips. I am… complete."

"WE are complete," Glorfindel responded as he placed a gentle kiss on his beloved's lips.

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Minas Tirith May 1 3019

It was a quiet ceremony, attended by few and those were the ones closest to the couple. Though they would have preferred to have their Lord and dear friend in attendance, Elrond would not soon arrive at the White City. Erestor and Glorfindel did not wish to wait. Instead, they asked that Mithrandir witness their bonding, along with Elladan, Elrohir, Prince Legolas Thranduilion and Aragorn who would become King Elessar later on that morning. Anor's light touched the plateau, gilding everything in a golden light, causing the warrior to glow brightly in its warmth. Beside him stood the one who held his heart and soul, a smile brighter than the sun illuminating his pale features with an inner glow.

In the courtyard of the White Tree, the Istari presided over their joining, proclaiming the Valar well pleased. Indeed, unbeknownst to all but the wizard, Elbereth, Nienna, Námo and Manwë stood in attendance, smiles gracing their faces. Indeed the Lady of the Stars and the Lady of Mourning were well-pleased with themselves. Each placed a kiss upon the couple's brows, light as air and fleeting as the wind before they departed. It was as it should be between the two ellyn.

"There will be no living with them now," Manwë sighed.

"Your words imply there was living with them before," Námo said calmly before he too departed.

Glorfindel stared into Erestor's eyes. With a sigh, he touched his forehead to his herveen's and the words whispered on the breeze.

Bring Me to Life:

Manen istalyë cenë mi hendunya ve látë fendassi
Tulyala undulyë endenyanna
Yassë nányë anwavë útendili fëanya fúmala nóressë ringë
Epë hiruvalyes ar tulya ta atamar

CHORUS
(Eccuitan)
Eccuitan minna
(Umin polë eccuita)
Eccuitan minna
(Restan)
Quetë essenya ar hepen ho i morna
(Eccuitan)
Tyarë sercenya sirë
(Umin polë eccuita)
Mennai nányë úcárë
(Restan)
Restan ho i lá-engwë nányë sí
(END CHORUS)

Sí tana istanyë mana nányë ú
Umilyë polë autan
Súya mi nin ar carin anwa
Tultan cuilenna

REPEAT CHORUS

Halcin minna ú elyo, ú melmelyo lapsë, eressë elyë nar i cuilë mica i firini
Terë sina lúmë uminyë hanya úmenyë cenë
Hempë i mornassë nan nerelyë mennain
Olórienyë únótimë loar ta séya
Nai pantauvanyë hendunya ana ilyengwë

Ú sanwo, ú ómo, ú fëo
Umelyë lavin firë sinomë
Nai ma malda ná
Tultan cuilenna

REPEAT CHORUS

(Tultan cuilenna)
Nányë cuina furussë, lá-engwë ná minna

(Tultan cuilenna)

"You bring me to life," he breathed against sweet lips already opening to accept his kiss.

"You are my breath, my soul, my very being. I live because of you," Erestor murmured. "I am yours alone, now and always."

Author's Note: The title for this piece came with a random thought. I had once written a fan fiction on another loop also involving and elf but more of the Sidhe variety. Someone, somewhere, had translated the Lyrics to the Evanescence song 'Bring Me to Life' into Quenya or Sindarin, I cannot remember which, and I had used it in a post. Included below are the lyrics to this song with the Quenya translation (WaroftheRing.net Community). I just wish someone would record it because I bet it would sound freaking AWESOME!

Bring Me to Life:

How can you see into my eyes like open doors
Manen istalyë cenë mi hendunya ve látë fendassi

Leading you down into my core
Tulyala undulyë endenyanna

Where I've become so numb without a soul my spirit sleeping somewhere cold
Yassë nányë anwavë útendili fëanya fúmala nóressë ringë

Until you find it there and lead it back home
Epë hiruvalyes ar tulya ta atamar

CHORUS
(Wake me up)
(Eccuitan)

Wake me up inside
Eccuitan minna

(I can't wake up)
(Umin polë eccuita)

Wake me up inside
Eccuitan minna

(Save me)
(Restan)

Call my name and save me from the dark
Quetë essenya ar hepen ho i morna

(Wake me up)
(Eccuitan)

Bid my blood to run
Tyarë sercenya sirë

(I can't wake up)
(Umin polë eccuita)

Before I come undone
Mennai nányë úcárë

(Save me)
(Restan)

Save me from the nothing I've become
Restan ho i lá-engwë nányë sí
(END CHORUS)

Now that I know what I'm without
Sí tana istanyë mana nányë ú

You can't just leave me
Umilyë polë autan

Breathe into me and make me real
Súya mi nin ar carin anwa

Bring me to life
Tultan cuilenna

REPEAT CHORUS

Frozen inside without your touch, without your love darling only you are the life among the dead
Halcin minna ú elyo, ú melmelyo lapsë, eressë elyë nar i cuilë mica i firini

All this time I can't believe I couldn't see
Terë sina lúmë uminyë hanya úmenyë cenë

Kept in the dark but you were there in front of me
Hempë i mornassë nan nerelyë mennain

I've been sleeping a thousand years it seems
Olórienyë únótimë loar ta séya

Got to open my eyes to everything
Nai pantauvanyë hendunya ana ilyengwë

Without a thought, without a voice, without a soul
Ú sanwo, ú ómo, ú fëo

Don't let me die here
Umelyë lavin firë sinomë

There must be something more
Nai ma malda ná

Bring me to life
Tultan cuilenna

REPEAT CHORUS

(Bring me to life)
(Tultan cuilenna)

I've been living a lie, there's nothing inside
Nányë cuina furussë, lá-engwë ná minna

(Bring me to life)
(Tultan cuilenna)

Translation by Ohtarien (WaroftheRing.net Community)

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