Do not run Away From me (Elrond/Glorfinel)

Chapter 2

        By the time that Glorfindel made it to the Dinning Hall he was in a daze and felt as if he was sick. Even with the cheerful atmosphere in the room, the Lord felt confused and the happiness of the room was making him feel just a little worse. Sweet melodies weaved their way through the air, flutes, harps, and the chime of Elven voices speaking about the latest going ons in Middle-Earth matched well. 

        Though the commander wasn't sure if he could stomach anything at the moment he sat in the hall at a spot far from the full tables. A young Elleth gave him a plate filled with fruits of all different kinds and a tall glass of wine, which the Lord was grateful for. He thanked the Ellon kindly before returning to his own thoughts.

        Glorfindel knew that Muldes had been right. It was indeed blood and the gash through the fabric supported that, but why? Elrond had not been on any patrol for nearly a year now, what could have cut him. Glorfindel took a long sip of wine before returning to the subject at hand. It looked like a clean cut through the fabric, like it was a person, no animal cut that cleanly. Though, who would want to hurt Lord Elrond? Still Glorfindel had a sinking feeling that it had been a person, an elf of some kind.

        The thought made him sick again and he pushed the plate of fruits away. With remembrance that he had patrols to make he abruptly got to his feet. Glorfindel turned away from the table top in favour of the archway from the hall. He weaved in between the tables of the elves eating and talking to leave the room.

        Outside the sun was a quarter of the way through the sky and the patrols needed to be made and guided. With no distractions in mind, and not wishing for another incident like in the gardens, he took the quickest route to the training grounds. Of all the places in the city, this was where Glorfindel was most.

        The clash of steel made his heart jump in excitement. The roaring of shrieking metal pounded through his ears. Dust was flying trough the air as the Commander walked through the groups of men, young men, and boys training. Two men were clashing head to head with naked steel, a risk if Glorfindel had ever seen one. The two wore nothing but leggings and their hair was down. The taller of the two had long blond hair and the other had hair that was a cross between red and brown.

        The blond haired man saw him from the corner of his eye, spun away from his competitor, and ended in a kneel in front of the Commander.

        "Commander Glorfindel." The other saw the Lord and of course heard his companion. He slipped into a kneel as well. "When you were not here at the time you usually come we assumed that you had taken a day to relax." The blond man was know to all as Turdaer and the other man was known as Durdaer. The two held no relation even though their names were stunningly close to the same.

        Turdaer had been a guard in Serion before it's fall. He guarded the front doors to the castle where the King and Queen had resided. Though during the battle the was severely wounded by a cut across the throat by a man who had brownish red hair. The blood lost had made him black out and he had been assumed dead. When he woke he found that the top half of his pointer finger had been chopped off. Of course, he was an excellent swordsman and worked around the complication, earning himself a spot as one of the two swordsmen in Glorfindel's personal patrol.

        Durdaer knew Turdaer, but he knew him as the man who throat he had cut open. Durdaer worked under the rule of the Feanorians, following them since he Blessed Lands. He stayed silent for most of the time unless his advise was asked. Though, the two of them got along well even though that they had been mortal enemies in the First Age, they now fought side by side in the personal patrol of their Commander.

        "Ah, it is understandable." He dismissed their bows with a wave of his hand. "I was met with a small issue, and I am afraid that it took away a bit of my time. Yet, I have made it here and I will set up the patrols for today."