Grieving
'Sequel to Fading'
Erestor/Glorfindel
A/N: OK, I would like to thank Valashu, Miss3y and Grey-Rain-Cloud for reviewing, if it wasn't for them I probably wouldn't have written this sequel. Just a warning it may take me a while to update just because my life is a little crazy now, and for all those who think Glorfindel is a douchebag... which he is... at least in my story but don't worry there will be slashy goodness. Reviews are LOVE! Any flames shall be used to roast my marshmallows! Anyways on to the story!
Disclaimer: I'm not making anything from this! I don't own Glorfindel, Elrond, Erestor and any other elves that pop up in my story, they belong to Tolkien.
Elrond walked swiftly to Erestor's chambers. Earlier that evening he had been strolled throughout the gardens, when he heard a pair of raised voices. He knew instantly whom those voices belonged to. His chief advisor; Erestor and his seneschal; Glorfindel. Though he hadn't to listen in on their dispute, Elrond was relieved he had, for this is the reason Elrond hurries to console his dearest friend. Elrond fears that Erestor's heart will finally succumb to its grief. 'Does Glorfindel not see how his cruel words affect Erestor?' Elrond pondered the question and sighed, for he only knew the answer to well.
*FLASHBACK*
"Disgusting. That's all you've ever been," Glorfindel spat. Elrond saw Erestor's hands fall down to his sides, his mouth gaping wide. He could also see the tears that pooled in Erestor's ebony eyes. "Did I Strike a nerve Erestor?" Glorfindel sneered. Erestor began to shake. Glorfindel slowly started to circle the elf before him, like a predator would circle his prey. He studied the trembling elf before him, taking in his features and calculating his defaults. The cruel words "Ugly", "Pathetic" and "Useless" were whispered but they served their purpose well. With each and every word spoken silver tears made their way down Erestor's pale cheeks. But Glorfindel did not stop there, he just had to make things worse. "Tell me Erestor have you ever had a lover?" Glorfindel didn't give Erestor the chance to reply. "Of course you haven't. Who would want to wake up every morning to that face?" He sneered. Erestor's skin- which is pale by nature- has taken on a sickly shade of grey with the words that followed. "I bet you are untried as well." Erestor's body crumpled to the ground, he could no longer keep himself up. It was as if Glorfindel's words weighed down upon him. Glorfindel scoffed at the sight. "This is how you will die, Erestor." Glorfindel bent over the prone figure and whispered into his ear. "Untried, unwanted and unloved." With that Glorfindel kissed Erestor's cheek in a mock gesture of love and then took his leave. Even though many minutes had passed, Glorfindel's words echoed throughout the gardens.
*END OF FLASHBACK*
Reaching Erestor's chambers, Elrond placed his hand upon the mahogany wood of the door, resting his head on the cool wood, Elrond let out a sigh. He could only wonder how much more rejection Erestor could handle before the pain; the void feeling in his heart becomes unbearable.
Gathering his courage Elrond pushed the door open, only to find the pale, motionless body of his chief counsellor sprawled on the floor. Rushing to his fallen friends' side, Elrond cradled Erestor's head in his lap. Pushing the raven strands out of Erestor's pale and clammy face. Elrond cried for help. But even as the guards came to collect Erestor and rush him to the healing wings all Elrond could do was stand quietly in a corner and prayed to the Valar that it wasn't to late to save Erestor and right Glorfindel's actions.
A/N: OK, first chapter done! Review! Sorry if there are any mistakes but it it's like 2:25 a.m. and I have to get up early, and this isn't beta'd so all mistakes are my own.