"There you are Lord Glorfindel, it should be completely healed very soon." Elhael, the healer of Glorfindel's patrol, smiled as he finished wrapping up the cut on his arm. "You should still be able to fight, but limit it to only when you must." Glorfindel winced but the healer was oblivious. Elhael stood back from the Lord and motioned for hims to stand again.
"Thank you Elhael." Glorfindel pushed himself to his feet to see the healer shaking his head.
"I wish you would tell me what happened, but I guess I shouldn't be forcing you to do anything." Elhael stepped forward so he was by the Lord's side. "Just, please be careful. And whatever you did, maybe you shouldn't do that again." Glorfindel gave the healer a rueful smile. He already heard about how he should not do it again.
"No need to worry Elhael, I don't think I will be doing any such thing again." The healer shook his head and chuckled dryly.
"I learned long ago that a healers job is to worry and when a patient says "do not worry", that is when you worry most." Glorfindel smiled at the healer.
"Only you could say that." Glorfindel looked outside to see that the hours were turning to dusk, and his patrol would have to leave soon. No doubt they began serving dinner. "I suppose I should go to dinner. I already missed luncheon." The healer nodded in agreement.
"That is as good an idea as any." Elhael looked up expecting to see the Commander already walking off but was met by him standing by his side. "Go on! It will do you no good to stay here." He pushed the Balrog slayer playfully towards the door. Glorfindel laughed and took the hint that the healer wanted time alone.
"Farewell Elhael, I will see you again soon!" He jogged out of the door into the healing wing. Arches upon arches led into rooms where there were healers working with patients. Cabinets filled with the latest of the herbs, enough bandages to wrap up the city, and books. Books upon every healing subject known to man, elf, or dwarf.
Glorfindel walked down the vast and most populated all he had seen today. He walked though the hall, weaving in between small groups of elves. Healers bustled around with orders and the general idea that the people in their care should not pass. Lites on the walls flicker as the Balrog slayer walked to the dinning hall and far from the wing of healing.
The elves chatted amongst themselves as soft music played in the background. Waiters and waitresses went from table to table with food and wine, speaking politely with the others eating. Glorfindel, still unsure whether he wished to ponder alone or if he would perfect to chat with some of the other elves, took a spot at the end of a relatively worry table. Though, knowing Rivendell, the tables never stayed unoccupied for long.
One of the server girls gave him a large bowl consisting of lettuce, vegetables, some fruits, and a hunk of break. If course the Lord was given another tall glass of wine which he was once again grateful for. The elves kept on chattering, not paying any attention to the golden haired Lord eating at the salad with gusto.
The singers changed the song to a happy tune that raised the spirits of the Balrog slayer greatly, through he still felt something akin to betrayal due to what happened in Elrond's study. Though, the Lord moved on. Instead the wish to go on patrol took over his mind.
True, Glorfindel went on his patrol three to four times a week but today it would have served as something to take his mind off of all of the problems he had dealt with and still had to deal with. Riding around the forest with his companions might be just what he needed to take his mind off of today. Sadly he could not. His patrol left tomorrow, yet tomorrow was only a few hours away.
Polishing off all of the food he had been given Glorfindel looked to the archway where he could see the sun setting and the first few stars appearing. He rubbed the bandages on his arm before standing up and leaving the hall. Though, before he left he heard the first beginning notes to "The Fall of Gil Galad". He felt a pang in his heart as he remembered the King's fall. He had been there after all.
Glorfindel wanted nothing to do with upsetting memories at the moment, so he put the hall behind him. He made his way back to the Royal Wing of the city and pressed the door to Elrond's study without another thought. He slipped into his room to find Haenir standing alone on the balcony. Glorfindel walked across the room and went out into the crisp air.
"Milord! Shouldn't you be at dinner?" Even though the youth always seemed confused when Glorfindel came back early, he was never doing anything bad, he was just easily surprised. Glorfindel Sat his hand on the Ellon's shoulder and gave him a light smile.
"I was released from the healing ward earlier than you must have expected. That, and I feel that I ate quite fast." The Lord paused before continuing on. "Would you mind getting more hot water Haenir? I have been training most of the day and I feel that I should bathe before I rest."
Haenir gave a small nod before going off to do as he had in the morn. Glorfindel stayed outside, watching the sun sink and the stars rise. Part of him wanted to watch them with Elrond as they did in the Second Age. He enjoyed watching Earendil sail with the Lord of Rivendell and Herald of the King. In his heart, that was what he wanted.
"Lord Glorfindel?" Haenir held his hands behind his back like a proper Lord would. The sight brought a every so slight smile to his lips.
"Thank you Haenir, you may go for the night.," The youth opened his mouth to argue but the Lord silenced him with a wave of the hand. "Go on now, you do not need to stay here any longer tonight." The youth sighed, obviously beat, and bid Glorfindel a good night before leaving the room.
Glorfindel gathered his night clothes and a towel before he walked into the washroom for the second time that day. He pulled off the robes and other arrivals of clothing he wore. The warm water rose up to his chest. He rubbed the water on his face, arms, upper chest, practically everything that was not in the water. Glorfindel grabbed all of his hair into his hand and dipped it into the water.
The Balrog slayer leaned back and let his thoughts wander. The thought of fire, night, star light, songs, battles, weapons, and other things. He thought until he thought it would be best to get out of the water.
Like in the morn he patted himself dry before once again grabbing the jar of scented oils again. He unscrewed the lid and smeared a little on his throat, his chest, and under his arms again. Grabbing the night clothes from the floor he dressed and walked back into the bedroom.
Glorfindel grabbed a blanket made from wolf or bear fur and wrapped it around his shoulders. He opened the door out into his balcony and closed the door behind him. The Commander slid down the wall until he was sitting upon the fur. The blanket was large enough to wrap around his back and his front and long enough to cover his neck to his feet.
Warming up in the fur he turned once again to the stars above. He stared, his eyes slowly seemed to become more vacant the longer he looked to the heavens. Until at last the Commander fell into a mediation like state.
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I did my researching! Elves do not sleep, they fall into a mediation like state with their eyes open. Yeah... Oh! And if you have not read my 300 Prompts or gone to Quenya101.com, you might not know that there are six days in the elven week. If you go to either of those they will tell you the names of the days and how the weeks are arranged. Sorry for the long note this time. :3
~ Megan
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