Do not run Away From me (Elrond/Glorfinel)

Chapter 1

        The day had dawned as it always had, spilling rays of golden light that covered up the shadows. Only until the darkness choked the light and the shadows embraced the killer, only to have the cycle repeated again.

        Glorfindel woke with a warm feeling from the sun warming his bed. The Lord pulled himself to his feet, he had work to do. There were patrols to be made, places to be searched, and orcs to kill. "Haenir, draw me a bath, I should get ready to meet with the soldiers." A young ellon with darker hair ran to go and do as his Lord had commanded.

        He looked out of the confines of his room to see the sun mostly over the horizon. The sky was a lighter blue color with a few stars in the very top of the sky. Clouds were drifting from one place to another on the steady breeze

        "Milord?" Haenir looked between the washroom and the door that lead into the hall. Glorfindel gave the servant boy a tired smile.

        "Ah. You may go Haenir. No doubt they are serving breakfast in the dinning hall. Why don't you go down and eat, I'll be fine alone." The youth slipped into a light bow before disappearing into the hallway.

        The Commander stripped down to his skin and slipped into the warm water with a long exhale. There was a sweet sent drifting off of the water with the cloudy steam. He rubbed the water on his arms and chest, splashing the water on his face as well. Holding his hair back he leaned his head on the rim of the tub of water. He let his hair fall when he knew that it would not get into the bath before returning his arm to the water with a sigh of pleasure.

        Ever sense Celebrian died he had found that his moments of pleasure were very seldom, yet his Lord's pleasure was non-existent. Elrond locked himself in his study and chipped away at the paper work, documents, and letters that had dwindled down to almost extinct because the Half-Elf's way of coping. A light tap on the door drew Glorfindel from his thoughts about the Lord of Imladris.  

        "Lord Glorfindel, Master Erestor would like to meet with you in the Library at your earliest convenience. He said he had something to give to you in private Milord." The ellon slipped into the wash room with a nervous look.

        "Ah, I suppose I should meet with the Master now. No matter what he says, he doesn't like it when someone shows up late to anything. Bring me a towel and something nice to wear. I might as well dress like a Lord." Haenir scurried to grab a towel. The Commander rose from the water, sopping wet, and took the towel from the servant before Haenir ran out of the room and back into the bedroom where all of Glorfindel's clothes hung. The Lord patted himself dry while looking around for a clear jar of scented oils. He found what he had wanted on a table top, picked it up, and unscrewed the cap to the jar. Glorfindel dipped his fingers in  and made a line down his chest, a little on his throat and under the the arm.

        Haenir returned with a white robe in his hands. It had golden buttons shaped like suns and the thread and trim was gold. He also had a pair of dark grey leggings to wear underneath the formal white robes.

        Glorfindel slipped the leggings on and pulled the robes over his head. He straightened his hair out quickly before returning to his bedroom. Grabbing a golden circlet the Commander pushed it gently through his thick golden locks. Glorfindel laced up his boots, buckled on his sword belt, and left the room to make it to the Library without another word.

        There were few elves traveling these halls due to the early hour as well as that very few wandered in the Royal Wing. This was were the Royalty of the city lived, every figure of authority you could bet lived down on that end of the city. Nicely, the Library was very close to the Royal Wing because Erestor and Elrond often spoke together as well as the Lord loved nothing more than a thick volume and a nice chair. Though, loved was a nice way to put it.