Book/Source: Sil/UT/LotR sorta thing
Disclaimer: Not my hot blond elf, totally JRRT's hot blond elf.
Note: For the The Dark challenge.
He feared the dark.
Being torn down by the Balrog into the bitter darkness of death was horror enough. Even worse was time that was not time, a vacuous stillness of body and mind, waiting, waiting, ever waiting in the gloom-laden Halls of Mandos.
He himself embodied the gold of the sun and the blue of the sky, and these things he clung to, seeking reassurance that the dark would not take him again now life and liberty had been regained.
But then Erestor entered his life, and he succumbed without resistance to the passionate silken caress of the dark.