Glorfindel stared at their hands, intertwined. Looking away back to the other wall where there was not a single person. Only tapestries. As soon as he looked that way, he turned to his right, where he could see half of his lover. Elrond seemed to be deep into his own mind, in his own problems. Glorfindel could understand that. Still, he wanted to know.

Clearing his throat and sliding his gaze over the Pheredhil, who looked up almost instantly. Glorfindel opened his mouth as if he was about to speak, about to ask what was going on, only to have the black haired Lord beat him to it.

"Come on, let's go into my study." Elrond's eyes narrowed. "We shouldn't speak of it out here, at least not now." Glorfindel took a deep breath, watching their hands sway, nodding.

They slipped into the Lord's study, finding it lit by the dying sun light. There were books strewn about, each with a different colored cover of dyed leather. Some of them were written in Sindarin, some in Quenyan, some in Common Tongue, but nothing else. Most were in Sindarin.

Elrond slipped his boots off before he flopped down onto his bed, rubbing his eyes and groaning. "I think that this has been the most stressful two weeks I have ever had." The Commander looked at him in concern. "Are you alright?"

Elrond sighed, crossing his arms and looking at the Commander as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Were you listening just a moment ago?" Glorfindel threw his boots over by the door.

"Ai! I just thought that maybe it was more than that." He sat down, folding his hands in his lap. "That's all." The commander's voice became soft in almost an instant. Elrond sighed, looking away at the world outside as the sun set.

"I'm sorry, I-I guess I've just been a little on edge."

"I understand." Glorfindel grabbed Elrond's hand, lightly squeezing it. The Lord smiled slightly, looking back at him with eyes filled with sorrow. "Perhaps you could share your reasons..." Glorfindel brought up the Lord's hand and kissed his fingers, still looking him in the eyes.

Elrond smiled, the sorrow in his eyes lessening for second, but only a second. Glorfindel's eyes flicked down to his hand and then back up, where he found that the Lord was once again gazing at his own hand in sorrow.

The commander pulled back, looking up at Elrond in confusion. "You can tell me if anything is amiss, love." The Lord blinked and blushed slightly, looking away at the floor by his feet. Glorfindel pressed a hand to his lover's cheek, forcing him to look him in the eyes. "Elrond, will you tell me why you're acting so odd around me now?"

The Pheredhil closed his eyes, letting Glorfindel wrap his arms around him. The pushed the bridge of his nose into the Lord's neck, closing his eyes and breathing slowly from the warm feeling.

"You're not going to like it." The Lord's voice was quiet. Glorfindel blinked, narrowing his eyes and pulling away from Elrond slightly.

"Did you like it?"

"Nay, love. I didn't." Elrond turned so he could lay his head on the Commander's shoulder. "Still, like and need are two very different things."

"You always say that." He pressed his nose into the Lord's soft black hair. "Now, what is it?"

Elrond stayed silent, almost prompting Glorfindel to ask again. Before the Commander could, the lord finally spoke. "Thranduil asked."

"I already knew this." Glorfindel closed his eyes, trying to prepare for the worst. Possibly getting sent away himself, that was the worst thing on his mind. The lord shifted around in the Commander's arms, sighing once again.

"I'm leaving." At first Glorfindel didn't hear what the lord said, keeping his eyes closed and his nose buried in his hair. Then it hit him, it hit him like the flat of an iron sword on the side of the face. It stung worse than he could have imagined.

"W-What?" He pressed his fingers to his cheeks, pressing where he felt the sting most. Under his eyes.

"I'm leaving." Elrond spoke louder, the waver in his voice becoming more evident.

Glorfindel had never dealt with someone leaving. Never. They had died, he had left them behind, but they had never been this close. Something inside him stopped, the air stood still, the time stopped flowing. He didnt want to, no, he refused to let go of the Elven lord in his arms. The commander closed his eyes tighter, hoping that Elrond wouldn't notice the change in his breathing.

There were no words spoken, but the sounds of shaky breath was easily heard. Glorfindel felt as Elrond shifted around to bring his sleeves up to his eyes.

"Y-You... You're..." The moment that the Commander spoke, he wished that he hadn't. His mostly steady composure broke that much more by just speaking. He could hear how this voice changed from normal to a higher pitched sound that come slower than the voice he used before.

Elrond pressed his face into the Commander's shoulder once again, losing his own composure. "H-he wanted a-a healer... T-the spiders h-have been p-poisoning the Elves..."

The commander could feel the fabric by his neck and his shoulder becoming damp, but at this point he wasn't really paying attention. He was trying to heard for himself not to cry, trying to keep his breathing steady. Running his hand down the back of the Elven lord, pressing his nose into his hair.

"I-I am the on-nly one he w-wants."

"Elrond..." Glorfindel stopped himself, closing his eyes. "If you're gone..." He swallowed hard to keep from sobbing, at least as best as he could. "Who will be in charge...?"

Elrond took a shuddering breath. "I-I thought you c-could, but I un-understand if y-you don't want to." Glorfindel slipped a finger underneath the Lord's chin, tilting his face upwards. His grey eyes were red and his cheeks were much the same. He could see the dark circles under his eyes better, even though that the light was almost gone.

"No, no, no, no, no. I'll... I'll d-do it." Glorfindel pressed his nose to Elrond's and looked into his eyes. He could feel that he was tearing up, he could hear it in his voice and he could see how his vision blurred.

"I-I knew I could c-count on you." The Lord smiled faintly, rubbing his eyes with his sleeves once again. "Y-you're always t-there for me."

Glorfindel smiled sweetly through the tears, but it was a bitter feeling. "Of course I am," He took another deep breath, aware of how hot his cheeks had become from all of the different emotions. "I... I l-love you."

Even though he had been trying his hardest not to cry, he did. Those last two words broke him. He was about to lose him again. The commander choked on his own words, his own expressions. Hot tears sliding down his cheeks, leaving little red lines as they ran.

Elrond shifted around pushing himself closer to the commander's body. By now, the sun had mostly set. Only a little bit of light remained in the sky on the horizon. The sound of happy music floated on the air. Glorfindel wished he could break sound. It killed him, it was so wrong. Here they were, crying on a bed in a mostly silent room and there was bright and cheery music flowing through the air, riding on the wind.

Glorfindel sat, thinking as well as weeping. It would most likely be their last night for a while. The more the thought bounced around in his head, the more it hurt. The more it burned to cry. Still, he felt a constant warmth from the other body snuggled up to his. If this was their last night for a while, he was happy that he wasn't spending it alone.

Even though the room had become dark, neither of the men wanted to get up to light one of the candles or light the fire place. The sound of the birds in the night became quiet, but the music from the hall was still drifting through the walls.

Glorfindel looked behind him, slipping one hand away from Elrond. He eased himself back onto the bed, keeping the Lord in his arms. The bed seemed rather cold. Glorfindel slipped away, only at little bit, from Elrond and grabbed the blanket on the end of the bed. He slipped it over the two of them before wrapping his arms around the Lord again.

"I'm staying with you tonight." The Vanyar kept his voice low as he laid his chin on the top of Elrond's head. He could only hear the Pheredhil make a small noise, he didn't blame him for not wanting to talk. The more that was said, the more Glorfindel wanted to cry.

Elrond's own breath had become steady, only shuddering every once in a while. It was almost like the Pheredhil had weeped until he couldn't anymore.Weeped until all he could do was lay quietly in the Commander's presence.

Glorfindel could only lay awake, feeling sick to his stomach, to his mind, to his fea. All of things he had lost, his family, his home, his king, his best friend, now it was his lover. How much could one person take? He gaze traveled down to the dark haired form that was in his arms. Elrond had lost his mother, his father, the Feanorians, Ereinion, his brother, his first three homes. Why did the kindest people in the world have to suffer like they did? Why did they deserve that?

The Vanyar took a shuddering breath, pressing his lips to the crown of the Pheredhil's head. Wishing that there was something he could do. He didn't want to leave the bed now, he didn't want to find Thranduil that way he was. Still, the Vanyar would have done anything to keep his love from leaving.

Alone they lay in the silence, for hours. The moon rose above the trees and the mountains and the stars dotted the sky. The music still weaved it's way through the cool night air, and it would until the sun peaked her head above the horizon.

Closing his eyes, it was only now that Glorfindel realized that Elrond was asleep. His breath no longer shuddered at any point in time, his chest rose and fell rhythmically. Glorfindel could feel the Pheredhil's warm breath on his neck, it made him just as weary. The night had tired him more than any physical work could have.

Shifting around a little more Glorfindel found a new position to lay in, still keeping himself mostly curled around the younger Lord. Watching the moon and the stars in the sky, listening to the soft breathing of the sleeping form next to himself, Glorfindel found himself with tears in his eyes once more,

And sleep eluded him.

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Yay! I finished chapter 9! I might end it on the next chapter and make a third "book" which I have mostly planned. I guess... I just feel bad about leaving you guys with only 9 chapters in this book, though I suppose that's about 18,000 words but still......

I'll think about it. What do you guys think? If I continue it might be another 9 chapters, as I said, I'm not sure yet. I think I would prefer to start a new book, but thinking about that will be a few days :3

Thank you guys or reading this, I hope you liked it, and I hope you can give me a little feedback on if I should do a new book or not. Thank you once again! OH! And! Chapter 30 of Prompts will be out soon. *wink* Just give it a little time.

~Megan (Getting back into the groove) Earendillion