The night had passed slow and silent under the Commander's eye. Only the sounds of the birds and the soft breathing of the Lord next to him broke the silence. Glorfindel had kept his eyes closed, nose pressed into Elrond's hair, and he didn't know why.

He didn't want to sleep, but he didn't want to be awake if he was going to be alone. Glorfindel didn't want to think about the morning, yet he wanted it to come. The Vanyar yawned, not being able to sleep he let himself dream.

In his dream he walked in Gondolin, before it's fall. All of his friends, his house, his King, they were all there. Glorfindel smiled and waved to Ecthelion who stood before his fountain, smiling and watching as the people wandered around.

Glorfindel could not hear anything in his daydream, he could not hear the people singing nor could he hear the sound of horse hooves on the pavement. When the people talked he could only see their mouth move.

The commander looked around, narrowing his eyes in confusion. He spun around on his heels, looking around the city. The white walls showed no sign of distress, the people were happy, and life was going on much as it had all those ages ago.

"All those ages ago..." Glorfindel murmured, closing his eyes. At first the silence rang in his ears, until even the ringing stopped and it was replaced by a new sound.

The Vanyar opened his eyes to wild and untamed flames that lapped at the white stone walls and made the water in the fountain boil. He spun around again finding that he was alone. It was only him and the fire.

Still the echoes of voices, the sounds from that day played in his mind. He was alone, but at the same time he was surrounded. Definitely not by living beings, but by the memories.

Glorfindel stumbled forwards towards the fountain. His mind was reeling, spinning wildly as he watched the flickering flames. Falling to his knees in front of the fountain, eyes closed, he rested his head on the rim. Calming his breathing and pushing the memories away, he opened his eyes.

He wanted to cry out, but the sound caught in his throat and he was left starting at the scene with wide eyes in silence. Ecthelion started at him from deep within the water, eyes glazed and mouth red. The water around him was pink and the flaming whip flushed down by his side, the fire still going in the pinkish water.

The Commander scrambled backwards, panting and looking around wildly. He wanted to change his day-dream, he wanted it to be happy. Spinning around he tried to find the others, anything that would say where they were. Once again, though, he found that he was alone. Only Echtelion's body floated in the fountain, that was the only person with him.

Glorfindel fell down to his knees, closing his eyes. He could feel tears running down his cheeks. "Why can't you leave me alone!?" He cried to the sky and to the wild burning fires. He rubbed his face in his hands, trying to take deep breaths. "I just want to forget!" The Commander cried into his hands, but the sounds began to fade. The sound of the crackling fire and the sound of cries other than his own slipped away.

"Glorfindel!" The Vanya opened his eyes, he could feel hands pressed onto his stomach, slightly shaking from side to side. Elrond looked down at him with wide silver eyes and his black hair hanging like a curtain around his face.

Glorfindel could feel his heart in his throat and sweat on the back on his neck. He looked back to Elrond, who seemed rather shaken. Glorfindel took a shuddering breath, "Did I scare you?"

"Ai, you could have, if I didn't suffer from the same thing." Elrond pushed himself off of the Vanya into a sitting position against the back of the bed.

Glorfindel rubbed his face in his hands, sighing. "Gohena nin, seron."

"Sa ná alacca car, melda." Elrond spoke softly, laying his hand on the Commander's shoulder. Glorfindel looked up and smiled faintly at the Lord. Even now, when Quenyan is mostly forgotten among many of the Elves, he still spoke the tongue of his fathers.

"I know, love. I know." His smile faded as he began to think back to his dream that he had only a little while ago. "It still feels like it was, both today, and then."

"You can't save everyone, Glorfindel." The Vanyar looked over to see Elrond looking at him with a glimmer of sorrow in his silver eyes. He looked away from the Lord down to his hands. He knew it was the truth, but that didn't change how it felt to hear and how it felt to know that he was right. "No person ever did and no person ever will."

Glorfindel shook his head, tears in his eyes. "I can save everyone, I just didn't try hard enough." He looked the Lord in the eyes and grabbed his hands. "I am going to save you from Thranduil too. I'm going to bring you home as soon as I can."

Elrond looked down to their hands, blinking back tears. "I know you will Glorfindel." The Lord smiled lightly, the sorrow still apparent in his eyes. "Arátonya."

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The party of Elves were on the main pathway leading from Imladris. Glorfindel stood on the steps, dressed in white and gold, watching they they climbed aboard their mounts.

"You'll do fine." Elrond walked up to his side. It seemed as if the Elven Lord wasn't entirely there on the steps, as if part of him was somewhere far away that no one could reach other than himself. Elrond looked to Glorfindel and smiled. "It gets easier as time goes on."

The Vanyar snorted, "Ai, looking at you I hardly believe such a thing."

"I am a special case." The Lord gave the Commander a pointed look. Glorfindel only smiled innocently, wrapping his arm around the Half-Elf's shoulder.

"Special indeed, seron." He pressed his lips to the crown of the Lords head. Glorfindel tightened his grip around the Lord when he shifted around, not wanting to let him leave just yet.

"Glorfindel," Elrond murmured. "I'm going to have to leave."

"I know." Glorfindel pulled away from Elrond, still keeping his arm around him. Elrond shifted around to find that Glorfindel still has a firm hold on him. The Lord looked at Glorfindel as if he was about to say something, but was cut off when Glorfindel grabbed him by the shirt collar and kissed him deeply on the lips.

The Vanya let his arm slip from around the Lord's waist and turned away. He could feel the tears running down his cheeks. "Namárië Elrond." The Half-Elf opened his mouth, but quickly shut it, looking towards the others that were climbing aboard their horses. His silver eyes focusing on his horse, Arda, who was ready to ride.

"Namárië Glorfindel." Elrond looked over with sorrowful eyes, voice no louder than a whisper before he went down the steps without another word.

Glorfindel looked over slightly, afraid that someone might see the red tracks on his cheeks. He watched as Elrond climbed up on top of his black stallion, the feeling of tears in his eyes becoming apparent again.

"Glorfin-" The Vanya turned on his heels, keeping his head low, and swept past Erestor. Walking as fast as he could back into the main building. He wanted to be away from all of those people, he just wanted to be with Elrond.

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Gohena nin, seron: Forgive me, love (Sindarian)

Sa ná alacca car, melda: It is not your doing, beloved (Quenyan)

Arátonya: My champion.

seron: love

That's it, that's all there is for this book. Part three is coming up next, but not for a few days to a week. School ends for me in three days from now and I will try to work on it as much as I can, but I can't say that it will be done right away. Other than that I am planning to start a small series for my OTP that I hope some of you might be interested in. It will be like 300 prompts but instead of it being about Elrond, it's going to be about Elrond/Glorfindel.

So, that's all I have to say about this right now, but I hope you guys enjoyed reading this as much as I did writing this!

~Megan <3