Disclaimer: I own NOTHING and I'm making nothing from this! The characters belong to Tolkien... I'm just borrowing them.. I promise I'll give them back... eventually.
Erestor gazed at his reflexion in the floor length. "Know wonder you do not love me." Erestor thought as he turned away from the mirror. He could feel burning sensation in the back of his eyes.
He was too skinny and looked fragile. His black shapeless robes did nothing to compliment his feature. His ebony hair was left un braided and fell down his back. Disgusting, ugly, pathetic.
Erestor sighed; most elves think him arrogant and heartless. A heart that's as cold as ice. But his heart is very much alive, beating and warm. His heart beats only for Glorfindel. But with each passing day, each insult spat in his direction, and each ellyth Glorfindel beds, Erestor's heart grows colder.
Erestor looked back at his reflexion from behind a curtain of midnight hair. "I'm fading Glorfindel; can you not see that I love you? Do you not see how your words affect me so?" Erestor's vision started to go fuzzy around the edges and finally it went all black.
The echo of a body hitting the stone cold floor, was the last thing that was heard throughout the darkened room.
A/N: Ellyth: (plural) Female elf
ok so this is my first story so, please don't be to mean. This isn't Beta'd and sadly I own nothing! Reviews are love! Flames shall be used to roast my marshmallows.
~Elura the Strange