The archway into Imladris loomed over in the distance. Swirling and twisting together. Intertwining. Though the Lord always admired the art in the city he set his heels to Asfaloth and went thundering through the gate. Hooves on the stones and the wind in his hair.

The sun was leaving the earth, the day turning to evening, the sun set and framed the mountains. Sadly the Lord was far too unnerved to stop and watch the sun sink lower. He was to worried, to scared, about Elrond. What Haldir had said had been... Vague. 

As he rode in the Elves were not as cheery as when he had left. They did not dance, not a single elf was singing, there was no merriment. The city had gone from marry to somber in a matter of thirteen days.

As worrying as the state of the city was Glorfindel galloped on. He reached the stables where a young man sat grooming Arda, the stallion of Lord Elrond. The boy looked up, startled that the Balrog-Slayer had rushed into the stables with his royal horse in tow.

"My Lord Glorfindel! I-I thought you weren't expected until Enderi!" The young man got to his feet only to have the reigns of Asfaloth shoved into his hands. Glorfindel gave young man a glance.

"I had a complication." Glorfindel spoke quickly before rushing out of the stable, hoping the boy would take good care of his steed. 

The streets were barren. No elves were travling. Many horses were gone and many more elven men, but the streets were void of any living creature except a few dogs, cats, and Glorfindel. He walked down the street at a quick pace, not jogging, but he was walking faster then most prefered to walk.

The buildings all had candles in the window, candles or lanterns. For the windows of many of the houses had lights in the windows. Some of the elves poked their heads out to see if the rumor was true, if the Balrog-Slayer had returned to Imladris. It was indeed true. 

Glorfindel entered the main building and turned down to Elrond's study in the royal wing. If he was anywhere, he would be there. The paintings in the hall were passed by without any sort of glance by the Commander. He had his head up and his eyes flicking from one side to the other.

He came upon the study door as he always did. Quiet. Glorfindel stood at the door with no indication that he was going to move. It was odd. He was both worried and excited. He wanted to see his lord fine, and not injured in any way. 

Gorfindel brought himself to knock softly on the door. The silence was excruciating, but he thought it was just Elrond not wanting to say anything back to him. Glorfindel found that the door was not locked and went into the room.

He found it empty. There was no one in the room other than Glorfindel. He looked around to find that the bed was unmade, though he shrugged it off. Elrond's desk was covered in papers that had not been signed or taken care of. The Commander turned away from it all and walked to the door that lead to the balcony.

Pushing the two glass doors open he was greeted by the autumn wind tustling his hair. If felt better than riding. Glorfindel looked up to the sky where perhaps on or two stars had begun to appear. The sun had not completely sunk below the horizon and the pastel colors leaked across the sky.

"Lord Glorfindel!" The commander whipped around with his heart in his chest. Elvedui stood in the door. Elvedui was a healer who had been left behind when the elves went to Valinor, so he wandered alone in the Northern Lands. He had learned many things about healing from being there. He was the greatest healer in Rivendell other than Lord Elrond.

"Master Elvedui?" The silver-haired healer bent his head. "Where is Lord Elrond?" The healer blinked and looked down at his feet. Glorfindel found himself getting a constant sinking feeling. "Elvedui, what happened?"

"Well, Lord Glorfindel, Lord Elrond is not... Well. He is still in the Healing Wing."

"What happened?" Elvedui looked over to the bed before looking back to the Commander.

"I'm not sure Lord Glorfindel. All I know is Lord Elrond hasn't woken up for a week from blood loss." Glorfindel stared at the healer wide eyed with terror.

"Where is he!?" Elvedui looked around uncomfortably and switched his weight over from his right to his left.

"He is in the Healing Wing, like I said earlier. I don't think you want to see him." Glorfindel walked over to the healer and looked him in the eyes.

"Please, just take me to him." Elvedui gave Glorfindel a sad glance but he did as he was asked. The healer becond for the Commander to follow him down the hall.

They walked in silence. No sound at all in the hallway. Most of the residents were in the Hall of Fire, listening to the elves sing and the harpers play. Yet this part of the city was void of anyone other than the two elves walking to the Healing Wing.

They reached the wight hall of the Healing Wing with greater speed then the Commander had anticipated. Elvedui stopped in front of a door before looking back the Lord. "He isn't awake."

"I know." Glorfindel murmured thinking he had only to himself. Elvedui inclined his head once more and opened the door to the room. He did not make a move to go in with the Lord by any means. Once Glorfindel went in, Elvedui closed the door. 

Glorfindel moved, unsure of what he would see. Elrond layed on the white bed, his neck was heavily bandaged, but he was breathing. Elvedui was correct, the Lord seemed unconscious. 

"Ai, Elrond. What happened?" Glorfindel looked at the Lord with teary eyes. Though he was not answered by the Lord's sleeping form. He turned away from Elrond and looked to the world outside that had turned black. The stars dotted the sky and the wind rustled the trees.

Glorfindel walked to one of the large windows in the room, the one that he could see Earendil from. He placed his hands on the glass and leaned his forehead on the window as well. The Commander of the Guard sighed softly, but began to sing.

Fanuilosherynaglar
Rînatharannún-aearath,
Caladammen i reniar
Mi ‘aladhremminennorath!

A ElberethGilthoniel
I chîn a thûl lin míriel
Fanuilos le linnathon
Nendorhaer thar i aearon.

A elinnagaimeglerib
Ned în ben-anortrerennin
Si silivrinnepherth ‘waewib
Cenimlyththílynthuiennin.

A ElberethGilthoniel
Men echenimsíderthiel
Nechaered hen nu ‘aladhath
Ngilith or annún-aearath.

Glorfindel could feel the tears running down his cheeks. The song of Ebereth, the song of their people. Once he sung that song under the stars every night, it gave him hope, peace of mind, but now. It was all he could do to keep from breaking down.

"You have... A beautiful voice." Glorfindel turned again to see the silver eyes of his Lord sparkling back to him. "You should sing... more often." Glorfindel could feel the tears beginning to gather in his eyes again.

"You... You're awake?" Elrond chuckled quietly before looking back at the Commander with the same sparking grey eyes. "I thought they said-"

"They're right. I don't remember anything since-" The Lord stopped speaking abruptly and looked over to the stand by his bed as if he expected something to be there. Glorfindel pushed off of the window to the Lord and sat near him, what he had wanted to do.

"What do you mean? What happened?" Elrond looked away from the Commander and sighed. He looked up at the ceiling of the room and brought his hand to his neck. He ran his fingers over the bandages and upon reaching the center he inhaled sharply.

"I suppose you could say.... That things got out of hand." Elrond brought his finger where he could see them and inspected them for blood. "I-I don't remember what happened really." Elrond kept his gaze away from Glorfindel's. "I just... Snapped."

"Did you-" Glorfindel's question caught in his throat. He didn't want to ask, he was afraid of the answer, but he had to know. "Did you do it?"

Elrond looked back to the Commander with a sorrowful glance. He smoothed his fingers over his neck again, but this time he felt no pain, or he hid it well. "...Yes." Glorfindel gave a shaky sigh. 

"I thought you wouldn't do anything like that, or I never would have left." Elrond moved his fingers from his throat to his stomach. His silvery eyes looked the Commander over with a manner of surprise.

"Why?" Elrond's eyes never left the gaze of the Commander. Glorfindel blinked and looked around the room, avoiding the gaze of the Lord. 

"Well, I-I care about you." Glorfindel brought his gaze back to the Lord's. "I would never want you to die. I would never want you to hurt yourself if I could stop it. That's why I came back." Glorfindel looked down to his hands folded in his lap and began to sob. Elrond slipped his finger under the Commander's chin and pulled his head up to met his gaze.

"You are sweet, you know that?" Elrond's eyes shone but Glorfindel could not bring himself to look. "No one in this world deserves someone like you. Especially someone like me." Glorfindel met the eyes of the Lord and smiled softly.

"Nay, Elrond. Of all the people in this world, I would want you above them all." Elrond opened his mouth to argue, but the Vanya pressed a finger to his lips. "I know you would say I am crazy, and no doubt I am. But you make me crazy, and I love that feeling."

Elrond did not say a word even after Glorfindel put his hand back in his lap. The Lord took his gaze back to the white ceiling and away from the Commander. "Do not run away from me, Elrond." He brought the Lord's gaze back to him, laying his hand on his cheek. "Because no matter how far you go I will always follow."

Elrond brought his hand up on top of the Commanders. He gave Glorfindel a light smile and closed his eyes. "And trust me Glorfindel, I will never stop running,"

"But I will always be thankful that you will follow."

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*sobbing* Aw! I love these two. <3
I hope you guys are enjoying this, because no matter what I have to end the story now. I'm thinking I will end the story with an epilogue, next chapter. For the people out there who like this story, I think I am going to write a sequel but it will be less updated (Maybe)
OH! And for the people who would like to know the song, it was A Elbereth Gilthoniel, "Passing of the Elves" version.

You can see it here: http://www.elvenesse.net/texts/vardahymn.php

Everyone who already read this note, please read it again. I rewrote it. :3

~Megan