AN: I got the idea of writing a Glorfindel/Erestor angst story from aficionada-de-libros after I read her story, Let me show you that I care. I would like to take the time to thank the following people who helped me sort stuff out:

Aficionada-de-libros: for the idea

My best friend, Eldhoron for the support. Thank you, mellon!

Adeleidhis for helping me with some ideas for injuries

Sonicscrewdriversinmiddleearth for letting me use her OC, Nestor, and for helping me plan some of the injuries

And a huge thank you to MistressOfImladris for taking time out of her busy schedule to put it all together, helping me look up herbal remedies and for the title.

Disclaimer: I do not own the character, Nestor. He belongs to my friend Sonicscrewdriversinmiddleearth, who has kindly permitted me to use him in this story.

Glorfindel softly chuckled as he fingered the vast ornaments in front of him while he listened to Erestor search for the roster of this weeks patrol he had written up earlier the other day. Even though Glorfindel was head of Lord Elrond's guard, writing schedules were more Erestor's talent, so he had managed to talk his friend into taking on the job.

As the golden-haired warrior's eyes looked at the beautiful display in front of him, his fingers came upon one particular decoration which was Erestor's most prized possession: a small, fragile wooden figure that Erestor's late older brother, Nestor had carved a few days before he had died. The delicate figure was of Erestor and Nestor, and the raven-haired ellon cherished it above all other things—it was the only thing left he had of his family.

Nestor—the name nearly brought tears to his eyes as he remembered him. He still found it hard to believe that the two were related as they were complete opposites! Where Erestor was stern and uptight, his older brother was carefree and good-natured, yet, they seemed to balance each other out when they were together. In fact, the two were rarely apart, except for when Nestor was away on patrol. Erestor hated his brother going away, for he was always afraid that one day he would never return. Nestor's response was always the same: "You worry too much little brother!"

Glorfindel shook his head as the memory of that fateful day twenty-eight hundred years ago. He still remembered it as though it happened yesterday. While on patrol with Elrond, Nestor, and a large number of Elves, Nestor was dragged off by an extremely large and bloodthirsty warg. The accident should never have happened but it did, and to this day, Glorfindel never forgave himself. Glorfindel at the time was too proud, and despite Elrond's advice about splitting up, Glorfindel insisted, and as a result, several of his people died, and he would have as well had Nestor not of sacrificed himself so that he and the others could escape. When Erestor discovered what happened, he was beside himself with grief and anger, blaming Glorfindel for his brother's death. It was not until ten years after the incident did the dark-haired advisor start to forgive him.

A sharp snap brought Glorfindel out of his thoughts. Starting down in his hands, he realized what the sound was: Erestor's most prized possession. Dread filled his body as he realized what he had done. He had not meant to; however, he knew Erestor would not believe him—not at first anyway.

As he was contemplating on what he should do, Glorfindel heard someone behind him. "What did you just do?"

Turning around, he noticed Erestor looking at him, his face an unreadable expression. "Erestor…" he started not sure what he should say.

"How could you break that?" Erestor replied, his shock quickly turning to rage.

"Erestor, I didn't mean to. I hadn't even realized I was holding it! You must believe me!" Glorfindel already knew beforehand that his friend would likely not believe it was an accident, but to hear him accuse him was another matter.

Erestor did not seem to hear a word Glorfindel said. All he saw was the last remaining memento of his dead brother lying snapped in half in his friend's hands. Snatching the object, back, he began to push Glorfindel toward the door. "Get out!" he shouted, shoving the schedules at his chest.

"Erestor, I can fix it. Please, let me try." Glorfindel pleaded.

"Fix it? No, you have already done enough damage. It is bad enough my brother is dead because of you, but now you destroy the only thing I have left of him!" Before he could stop himself, he continued. "I do not ever want to see you back here again. In fact, I hope you never return."

Glorfindel stopped in his tracks, his face looking as if he had been punched in the stomach. Before he could respond, Erestor slammed the door in his face.

No sooner had Erestor slammed the door did he realize what he had just said to his best friend. Deep down, Erestor knew Glorfindel did not mean to break the small figurine, and it could be fixed quite easily. He also knew that Glorfindel still blamed himself for Nestor's death so to throw that back in his face was beyond cruel. But the biggest regret was he told him, he hoped he never came back. Clutching the broken figure in his hand, Erestor knew he needed to find Glorfindel and apologize, but he was still too upset, and a part of him was not sure his friend would even want to talk to him right now after what he had said.

When he returns, I will apologize, Erestor thought.

As Glorfindel finished packing the last of his equipment for his patrol, the words Erestor attacked him with still rang in his mind. It is bad enough my brother is dead because of you, but now you destroy the only thing I have left of him! I do not ever want to see you back here again. In fact, I hope you never return.

Clearing his throat and wiping a small tear from his eyes, Glorfindel closed his bag and forced himself to appear happy. The last thing he wanted was for everyone to know what had happened. Checking one last time to make sure he had not forgotten anything, Glorfindel left his rooms and headed to Elrond's office to get his final orders.

Upon arriving at his friend's office, Glorfindel noticed the door was already open. Peering in, he saw the twin sons of Elrond being briefed as they too were leaving with Glorfindel. Clearing his throat, Elrond looked up midsentence and motioned for him to come in.

"Glorfindel, I was just finishing up with my sons. I see you are ready to go," Elrond said pointing to his friend's bag.

Looking down at his bag, Glorfindel laughed. "Ah, yes. I know we still have a half hour longer before we leave, but I thought we might be able to leave in a few minutes."

Elrond frowned, and the twins gave each other a small glance. They both knew Glorfindel liked being on schedule, but they could not help but noticed, their friend seemed uneasy, almost melancholy despite his attempt to appear cheerful. "I see. I guess there is no harm in leaving early if everyone is ready. Elladan, Elrohir, if you two are packed, why don't you go to the stables and make sure the horses are ready as well."

Bowing their heads, the twins left.

Staring at his close friend, Elrond pointed to a nearby chair for him to sit. "Mellon nín, what is the real reason you wish to leave now. Do not tell me it is because you want to, for I know you are never eager to leave."

Taking a seat, Glorfindel shrugged. "No reason. I just figured…"

Elrond cut him off. "Glorfindel, I have known you long enough to know when you are not being honest. What is wrong?"

Realizing Elrond would not relent, he explained what had happened earlier. When he had finished talking, Elrond took a seat, his face saddened.

"My friend, I have known Erestor for a long time—about as long as I have you—you and I both know, he did not mean what he said. Give him time. He will come around eventually and realize he was wrong and apologize."

"I am not sure, Elrond. You should have heard the venom in his voice and the look in his eyes."

Elrond nodded. "Erestor's brother is a very sensitive topic. Even though it has been a long time since his passing, he still has not gotten over it. Like me with my Celebrían. Now, I know you did not mean to break that nor was it your fault what happened to Nestor, and I also know for a fact, Erestor knows it as well and is probably feeling horrible for what he said. When you return, he will come to, trust me."

Standing to their feet, the two embraced before Glorfindel picked up his bag. "Thank you, Elrond. I was hoping Erestor would come to see us off and then we could make up, but I do not think that will happen."

"As I said, give it time. Let him cool down first."

Ten minutes later, the patrol party was ready to leave. As he looked around, Glorfindel hoped that Erestor would be there, but there was no sign of him anywhere. Sighing heavily, he gave the signal and soon they were leaving the safety of home.

Happy birthday to one of my closest friends, MistressOf Imladris, whom I am dedicating this story to. I hope you like it, mellon.