Wolves and water

Wolves and water.

The moonlight was very strong this night, very bright and oddly pure. It threw a cold light over the forest and made the deep snow sparkle as if diamonds had been thrown all over it. It was beautiful, and yet the groove resounded with the sound of battle. The scene that took place beneath the canopy of snow covered branches was not one of beauty, it was one of carnage and blood had colored the snow red in many places. A group of elven warriors were fighting a small army of orcs and they were outnumbered but held their ground. Their speed and skill did keep the enemy at bay and they were a terrifying sight. Movements so fast they became inhuman, the silent communication and their superior technique made it rather clear that these were experienced warriors. Their leader fought in front of the group, he didn't wear a helmet and his long golden hair was like a lion's mane around his face. Cold blue eyes focused only on his enemies and his sword cut a blood red path through the orcs. He was like an unstoppable force of nature, a thunderstorm, an avalanche of death and the orcs started to retreat. They knew who he was, they had heard of the reborn one and feared him, rightly so. The rest of the elves pushed forth and the last orcs to stand tried to run but were cut down like the vermin they were and the elves took a deep breath and tried to get an overview of the situation.

Glorfindel stared at the battlefield, his heart racing with the excitement of battle and he tried to calm himself. They had almost ridden straight into an ambush and it was his fault, he hadn't been as alert as he ought to. He had too much on his mind. He tried to pretend as if everything was alright but it wasn't. His eyes did seek a familiar form, relief was flooding his senses when he saw that he was unharmed. He stared down into the blood soaked snow, kicked a dead orc out of the way. He had to make things right, to reveal the truth. The fact that death could have claimed them both this day was horrifying, he had to show him what he truly felt but how? How could he reveal this to the young ellon who probably saw him only as a mentor and idol? He couldn't go on like this, he just couldn't. It messed with his head and made him lose his grip, made him make mistakes he couldn't afford to make. Oh he was an idiot in so many ways, and just before this journey started he had abruptly come to the conclusion that he no longer could hide his true emotions. And it had happened in the worst way possible, well, in one of the worst manners at least. He stared over at Elladan and remembered the morning, less than a week ago, when he had realized that he no longer could lie to himself and the world around him, that he had been trying to choke feelings he couldn't deny. He had been living a shadow life and it had almost snuffed out the very light in him as well, so now he had to come forth and come clean and what would happen afterwards was anybody's guess.

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The bedroom was warm, the hearth had been filled with logs and the light from the fire had thrown a very soft light over the huge bed and the two elves in it. Glorfindel was panting slightly and his eyes were revealing his own shock and disbelief, he didn't really know what to say. Langorno sighed and gave his cheek a gentle pat. " I sort of knew you have your true desire elsewhere, yet I would prefer that you call out my name when you come, not the name of that secret desire of yours»

Glorfindel groaned and rolled over next to his lover, hid his face with his hands and felt terrible. " I am sorry, I truly am....I don't know what came over me"

Langorno grinned, a sort of wicked glimpse in his eyes. He had a streak of mischief that Glorfindel had found very attractive but now he was starting to question his own sanity. "No? I am pretty sure I did come over you right now, but fine. Fin, I am no fool, neither are the rest of the warriors here. You have to be both deaf dumb and blind to not notice the way you act around him»

Glorfindel jerked, his eyes were wide. "Are you serious?!Oh Eru, does everybody know?»

Langorno shrugged and a slender hand played with Glorfindel's long golden locks. "Oh yes, everybody, except Dan of course. He is pretty ignorant unfortunately."