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Hey guys! It's me! I usually hang out more in the Lord of the Rings stories, but yeah, I'm here, because the Silmarillion is so freakin' awesome! Those of you who read and enjoy my lotr stuff, don't expect tons of updates :((( I'm super busy right now, just did this snippet of Glorfy feels to hold you over.
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It's funny how quickly everything can change.
The sun was setting in red again. It seemed to love tormenting him.
He sat at the window now, just as he had that morning, so long ago.
He had slept so soundly that night that when he awakened it had slipped his mind, but as the red light appeared over the top of the mountain, creeping in through the window, he remembered the festival, but he was too soon from waking to realize it was coming in from the wrong side of the sky, that the sun never rose before his bedroom window.
He had smiled then, such a large, blissful, contented smile.
Nothing could touch him there, at that perfect moment.
He had felt safe.
He had felt so safe then, that it hurt now to recall it.
It's funny how quickly everything can change.
How quickly Turgon's tower had come crashing down.
How quickly Ecthelion was slain.
How quickly Idril had been there, tears in her eyes, clutching her frightened child.
How quickly she had grabbed his arm and screamed to make for the tunnel.
How quickly his body had been jostled as he hurried the survivors into that dark tunnel, how numb, how unreal it all had felt.
How quickly he had whipped around his head, hair askew, to behold the Balrog.
And then it was as if time had stood still, and suddenly it all had felt so real, so inescapable.
How quickly he had to force bravery when there was only fear.
It's funny how quickly you can be engulfed by fire.
How quickly the tables can turn and you are lost.
It's funny how quickly you can lose your balance, put your foot down on rock that isn't really there.
But he fell slowly.
His breath had left him from the slip, his heart was racing from the fear, his body was burning with the fire all around him.
To him, falling is like forever. At first it happens too fast for words, but then it never ends.
He was dead before he hit the ground.
"Glorfindel, are you alright?" Erestor asked, a note of concern in his voice as his friend sat there, by the window, still and silent, eyes seeing something other than the red sky they were fixed on.
"It's funny," he whispered, moving a hand over his heart just to be sure, "how quickly everything can change."
~fin~
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Hannon le,
~Thurin