Title: Lost but Not Forgotten

Summary: Glorfindel, a lord of a fallen city, a slayer of a balrog, and a heroic figure from legend is about to go through something that he will never forget… AU

Disclaimer: None of the "Lord of the Rings" characters belong to me. They all belong to J.R.R. Tolkien.

A/N: Alright, AU everyone. :) Wanted to do something different for a change. Also, please no flames. Thanks.

Chapter 1- Over the Edge

It began like any other day before… Lord Elrond sent out a troop of elves with me included in it. Our orders were simple, to regulate the increasing orc population around Rivendell. At least I thought that this would all be simple…

I quickly said goodbye to my life-long friend Erestor. After doing so, I took my regular place at the head of the group and led the twenty or so elves under the stone archway and out into the vast wilderness.

We made good pace that day. It seemed as though our feet barely touched the soft grass beneath us. We only stopped once or twice to replenish our supplies.

Stooping low, I could easily make out the tracks in the heavily trodden mud. "Orcs…" I murmured. I sprang back up to my feet and agilely leapt from rock to rock, tracking the cooling trail. The group followed me swiftly without question.

I stood upon a large boulder and surveyed the land outstretched in front of me. I spotted what we were searching for and leapt down from my rocky perch. "Follow me." I ordered, and once again started on the orcs' trail. Everyone followed me as ordered and we all soon were upon very fresh tracks.

Following them, we stumbled suddenly onto their hideous campsite. Orcs, orcs everywhere… There must have been at least a hundred misshapen figures fighting over what resembled a deer. Not much of the unfortunate creature was left, though.

Turning back to my comrades, I cleverly devised a plan and whispered it quietly, drawing figures in the sand to clarify my idea. Everyone nodded in agreement and readied their finely crafted weapons. "On my mark…" I whispered. I crept into position and drew back a golden tipped arrow on my oaken bow. I took careful aim, making sure that I would kill one on the first shot.

My bow sang as I let the arrow fly out of my fingers. A horrid screech escaped the orc's black lips before it fell dead. Everything went silent for what seemed like an eternity. I sprang to my feet and broke the dreaded silence. I charged straight for the middle of the group, killing as many orcs that I could with my bow. My troop of faithful elves charged in after me, slaughtering orcs as they came upon them.

Once half of the orcs were dead, the rest turned and tried to run as fast as they could from their undeniable death. We chased them until we cornered them upon the edge of a jagged cliff. Some of the foolish creatures jumped, thinking that they could save their lives. I advanced with my bowstring drawn taught. I aimed for a target and shot. The orc fell backwards off the cliff and splashed into the water below. I took another step, causing all of the horrible, ugly creatures to cower together. I smirked and drew another silver-feathered arrow from my quiver. I fitted it onto the bowstring and drew back, searching out my next unfortunate target. Before I could even let the arrow fly, I heard a cry come from behind me.

"Glorfindel!" The voice cried, "Look out!" I turned my head, but only a moment too late. I was face to face with a ghastly poisoned orc blade. I looked to my comrades and saw that all of their throats were under the orcs' poisoned knives as well.

The orc grabbed my golden hair and jerked my head back, revealing my tender unprotected throat. I tried to fight back, but another orc seized my bow and screeched, dropping the bow and looking at its scorched hands.

A cold steel dagger was placed against my jugular vein and pressed firmly. I clenched my teeth, knowing what was going to come next.

As one last desperate attempt, I swiped my foot under the orc's and tripped it. I fell to the ground with the orc and tried to grab the dagger. I tried so desperately, but to no avail. The orc pinned me down and bore its hideous yellow fangs. I struggled violently, but it had me pinned down too well.

Once again, I was under the cutting edge of the cold wicked blade. I looked into my terrified azure eyes in the distorted reflection of the dagger. I flailed my legs helplessly, hoping to at least kick something. And I did. I got my foot under the orc's chest and kicked it behind me, over the cliff's edge.

Shakily, I stood up and looked in horror upon all of my comrades' slit throats. I figured that all of the orcs had fled in fear after seeing me toss their leader over the edge.

Before I could even begin to grieve, I felt a cold hand grasp my ankle. Looking behind me, I saw that the orc that I just threw over the edge had climbed back up and grasped desperately onto my ankle. I tried to shake its hand off, but that was a foolish move on my part. Only supporting my body on one limber leg, the foot that the orc grasped onto was pulled harshly causing me to fall flat on my face. The orc began to loose its grip on the cliff's ledge and started to slip, still grasping my ankle in its withered hand. Trying desperately to save my own life, I tried to grab onto anything that looked stationary. But everything that I grasped onto, broke.

Slowly, the lower half of my body was dragged over the cliff with the orc. I cried out before loosing the rest of my body over the cliff's edge.

Tbc…

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