The stars had come out by the time that Glorfindel regained consciousness. Little lights twinkling in the darkness. He found the room unoccupied other than himself. Like a slap to the cheek the Lord recalled what he assumed had been the night before. An odd sense of loneliness descended on him, like one he had never felt before.

Glorfindel had never married, weather for politics like Elrond, or for love. He had never fallen in love in his second life, and his own memories of love in his first were strained. He wished to leave the need and go out into the balcony to watch for Earendil. He wanted assurance that he would not be alone.

"You're awake. With that sleeping drought I thought you would be unconscious for another day and a half at least."Glorfindel whipped his head towards the door where the healer was standing. Elrond looked like any healer then. He bore no crown nor circlet, he wore no braids in his hair, his robes were plain white, and only one ring could be seen on his finger. Vilya.

"It was only water, wasn't it?" Glorfindel was just a little confused about what the Lord meant by drought. Elrond have a light laugh, and for one moment, it seemed as if nothing had ever gone wrong. Though, like most moments, it was fleeting.

"It was more than water. Yet, I would not regret doing so to you."Elrond moved from the door to the Commander with silky smooth movement. "I am indeed surprised that you are not in a deep dream state."

"Did you do so to not tell me of the gash?" He gave the healer a pointed glare and instead of reacting one as he usually did the Lord avoided his gaze. Elrond swept away from him to the window looking out onto the gardens below.

"...No." Elrond did not look at him but kept his gaze on the land beyond. "But, I will not tell that venture now." The Lord walked back over to the Commander but he was emotionless. "I did not come to stay with you, I have things to attend to."

"Yet you came back anyway." Elrond stiffened and gave the Commnder the pointed gaze that he had lacked earlier. 

"I wanted to make sure you were not bleeding to death." Walked away from Glorfindel once again and kept his back to him. "I just didn't want you to die." His voice was soft, but he did not turn again. "I'm afraid I must leave you. My work needs to be finished." The Lord spoke as if he wanted to leave as soon as he could, and he did. Elrond walked back out of the door the same the way he had walked in, mysteriously.

Glorfindel looked down to where he assumed the Elrond had bandaged him with the odd lonely feeling descending upon him again. Though, he wondered what kind of work his Lord was doing in the middle of the night. He knew better than anyone else that the Lord worked well into the night, but he also knew that there was very little work to be done. 

A sinking feeling joined the lonely one in his chest, giving him a bed feeling all around. Some how he knew that whatever that story was, it was keeping Elrond up at night. Glorfindel had the urge to find the answer for himself, but sadly he found that his injury and movement of any kind was a pain.

Thus he spent the next week in the healers quarters. From Isilya to the following Menelya he found himself reading, thinking, and resting. Elrond came on occasion, and when he did it was not to tell the Vanya what he had promised, it was only to make sure that the Commander had not bled out.

It had been eight days when the healers deemed him alright to leave and even then they did so with uncertainty. Which Glorfindel himself found unfitting, for he had say time and time again that he felt fine enough to leave.

Though, when he did he found himself under the constant questioning of the other elves in Imladris. The people hounded him as they had the few years after his resurrection. After a mid-morning session of these question Glorfindel found that he had lost the patience to tell other people what happened. From then on no one asked.

Glorfindel found himself back to the normal activities that he would have been doing if had had not been hurt. Sparring in the training yard, though he still had to be careful who he sparred with, ridding horses, even though it was not good for him to do that either, patrols, and he was monitored like a hawk if he ever went on a patrol.

Yet, he still had not heard the story that Elrond had said that he would tell. Speaking of the healer he had not seen head or tail of him since his release from the healing wing. He knew that it would be hard to find time to speak with him ubt he thought he would at least see him at sometimes but the Lord was never seen by the Commander.

When the night closed in Glorfindel found himself out in the woods. He had been in his room all of the day and he need to be out in the wild, no matter if it was really wild or not. The trees looked grotesque in the dark, the shadows got just so much more ominous, but the stars shone above. 

There was little sound, save the little brooks that gurgled near his feet. Glorfindel pulled his cloak tighter around himself as a wind blew down from the mountains. Yet, the sky was framed beautifully by the jagged peaks rising from the ground.

The silence emptied his mind, allowing him to think. for a solution to the problems he faced. The silence did not last long. Glorfindel heard the crunching of leaves in the distance, off of any path that he knew. It was not the sound of an animal, it was the sound of a human. There was only one in the elven city who walked like a man. Elrond.

With a peaked curiosity he dove into the bushes without a sound to reach his friend on the other side. The Commander slipped out in the same clearing that he had found the threads in around two weeks ago. The Lord over to a rode that went off of the clearing into another part of the wood, where he saw the healer.

Elrond was wearing the same robe that had the gash in it. Even in the moon light Glorfindel could tell that there was a deep scar under the gash in the cloth. 

"Elrond?" Glorfindel spoke like a timid child, though he did not approach the Lord, nor did he move away. Elrond whipped around with a long piece of steel in his hands. His eyes turned from  the concerned silver to pure iron, and the same angry fire was present.

"What are you doing here!" The fire in his eyes seamed to grow with every passing second. The anger in his voice was heard clear. Glorfindel met the eyes of the healer without hesitation.

"I thought I heard you. I thought we could talk, about the gash." The moment it left Glorfindel's lips, he knew he had made a terrible mistake. Elrond's eyes were like a bonfire but the Lord never rose his voice. He looked into the eyes of Glorfindel, but neither of them moved an inch.

"Do you want to know about the gash Glorfindel?" Elrond laid the flat of the sword on his palm. "I'll show you what happened." Glorfindel looked at Elrond with confusion when he spoke. But Elrond's expression never changed, and he did not speak again. 

The healer took the flat of the sword from his palm and held it in the air by the handle, his eyes never leaving Glorfindel for a second. "I'll show you." In one fluid movement that Glorfindel could not look away from the lord opened his right arm from shoulder to forearm. The huge red gash staining the white robe he wore.

"Do you understand now." Blood dripped down from his arm to the ground below. Glorfindel stood, speechless, motionless, and sick inside. "I thought you wouldn't like it. I hope it was everything you asked for."

Elrond turned away, the blood running down his back, and walked back. Never looking back the Commander who stood in the clearing.

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0o0 Woah. Elrond, that was cold blooded. For the people reading I hope that was alright..... I know I skipped forward in time quite a bit, but it was all for this to happen. From there.... I need to think of what happens next. Though, I have a party to go to tomorrow, so something tells me I will not be updating anything tomorrow but I'm not sure. I hope you guys have fun tomorrow, whatever your venture is :)

~Megan