Glorfindel, Elrond and all belong to Tolkien. This is a story of Glorfindel's return to ME, and his meeting with Elrond. No slash is in this.
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Out of Mandos
I sat within the halls of Mandos, my thoughts dark with the memories long fought. I do not know how long have been there, for time was not present in that place. But I grieved for and laughed at the memories that passed before my mind. The least of the ones that grieved me was my death, for tis, I died nobly enough, saving who I could, and I took one more demon with me out of the world. But I could not help feel that I was unfulfilled, that I had another task. And I was right, for the lord of Mandos, the Valar Namo, approached me.
"Glorfindel," he called, and thus I raised my head at his voice.
"My lord," I whispered.
"I know you have felt a weariness, an unfulfilled destiny within you. And it is true, for you are a part of a greater thing to unfold. Do you not remember not what you died for?" he asked.
"I do, my lord," I said.
"Those for whom you died have now passed, but their children and grandchildren have come. You are to be sent back to help one of them," he said.
I raised my eyes to his in shock, then again averted them. I wished to ask why me, but dared not.
"Do you object?" he asked.
"No, my lord," I said, for Mandos is not pleasant, but a place to regret and sorrow over your past. I wished not to do it further.
"Then you shall be sent back and he who you shall guard shall come for you," he said.
I felt a great pull in my spirit, and Mandos disappeared before my eyes. When I awoke, though I remembered not blacking out, I was standing beside a rock grave covered in yellow flowers. The place was familiar, but I knew it not, for I knew not who was I for my memory was striped from me, and I was as a child. But I knew I should wait, and so I sat upon the grave, and waited for whatever would come.
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Out of Mandos
I sat within the halls of Mandos, my thoughts dark with the memories long fought. I do not know how long have been there, for time was not present in that place. But I grieved for and laughed at the memories that passed before my mind. The least of the ones that grieved me was my death, for tis, I died nobly enough, saving who I could, and I took one more demon with me out of the world. But I could not help feel that I was unfulfilled, that I had another task. And I was right, for the lord of Mandos, the Valar Namo, approached me.
"Glorfindel," he called, and thus I raised my head at his voice.
"My lord," I whispered.
"I know you have felt a weariness, an unfulfilled destiny within you. And it is true, for you are a part of a greater thing to unfold. Do you not remember not what you died for?" he asked.
"I do, my lord," I said.
"Those for whom you died have now passed, but their children and grandchildren have come. You are to be sent back to help one of them," he said.
I raised my eyes to his in shock, then again averted them. I wished to ask why me, but dared not.
"Do you object?" he asked.
"No, my lord," I said, for Mandos is not pleasant, but a place to regret and sorrow over your past. I wished not to do it further.
"Then you shall be sent back and he who you shall guard shall come for you," he said.
I felt a great pull in my spirit, and Mandos disappeared before my eyes. When I awoke, though I remembered not blacking out, I was standing beside a rock grave covered in yellow flowers. The place was familiar, but I knew it not, for I knew not who was I for my memory was striped from me, and I was as a child. But I knew I should wait, and so I sat upon the grave, and waited for whatever would come.