Do not run Away From me (Elrond/Glorfinel)

Chapter 8

Once again the Lord felt sick to his stomach, but also his heart. Never in a thousand ages would he have believed such a thing. Then he watched it. Glorfindel could feel his emotions take to a million places at once. He was upset because he learned his friend was trying to take his own life, he felt angry at himself for not seeing the clues and being more harsh to find the answers, in an odd way he felt happy that he knew what was going on, and it was all trumped by the burning desire to tell him what he thought.

Glorfindel rose to his feet in the darkness, now alone, with tears in his eyes. He wiped them away with the hem of his sleeve. The city lingered in the distance, so close to him. He knew what he wanted to do, and with that, he began to run through the forest.

Trees went from in front of him to behind him in mere moment. The stars above fell behind him as he ran for the city. Things rusted in the bushes yet he could not see them for he refused to stop. Glorfindel kept going on, no matter what he saw. The Lord jumped over a tree that had fallen in his way before he was greeted by one off the many rivers of Imladris.

Glorfindel forced himself to a stop to keep himself from falling into the waters. He looked to his left, if he traveled that way he would reach the entrance fairly quick. With a split second decision the Lord broke into a sprint to the left. The river race along side him, water splashing and moving as if it was racing for something like Glorfindel was.

The arch came upon him faster than he would have ever expected, but it was no longer the middle of the night. The moon was steadily moving westward, through the sun had not peaked her head. The stars sat above, sparking like gemstones in the sky. When he looked above his heart ached. Elrond loved the night, he loved the stars, he was the night to Glorfindel. A being that was always easily dismissed, a being of great beauty but as well a being of dark secrets.

The Lord stopped running and walked through the arch into the city. Most elves were no longer walking, many were doing other things. Perhaps singing, playing instruments, some might be resting, but most would not be outside.

There were few lights lit in the darkness. Yet, few was not none. Glorfindel walked into the main building. He turned away from the tapestries, the paintings, the music, and went down to the halls were the royal rooms were.

Glorfindel stopped in front of a door that he had stood in front of many times. The last few times he had looked at this door in anything but a good way. Now was no exception. He felt odd, unsure, and that was a feeling that Glorfindel seldom felt.

Glorfindel blinked as another thought occurred to him. Elrond wouldn't be here, he had walked back. How would he have made back before Glorfindel had? Still, knowing that the thought was indeed correct, Glorfindel had a feeling that the healer had indeed made it back for he had.

Even in his doubt the balrog slayer knocked on the door, and for the first time doing so, it felt wrong. There was no answer of any kind. He was not yelled at, there was no muffled excuse, silence was all he was offered. In a way he had expected this, he had his hopes raised only to have them shot down again.

"I have a hard time believing that's you." Glorfindel's head whipped up when he heard the voice on the other side. "But there is no one else in this world that would knock at this hour. If it is really you, and I have not scared you off, then open the door. I had no reason to lock it."

Glorfindel's heart stopped for a moment, but he did as he wished. As Elrond had told him the door had been unlocked. He slipped into the room without a sound. Elrond stood on the balcony with the door swung wide, his back to the door. The healer's hair blew gently in the breeze, but other than that the Lord of Imladris did not move.

"I thought you might not be here." Glorfindel was the first of the two to move. Elrond chuckled darkly at the statement and faced the Vanya. His eyes sparkled with stars, like reflections of the sky.