Hello there! So, I am happy to present my new fic (even though the one I mentioned in "Gaur", which is kind of a prequel to this one, kind of died in the middle, though I still suppose to reanimate it), and it is kind of a sequel to the fic that was never (yet) published (-_-;;;;) Okay, never mind, I confuse myself even.
Anyway, main characters here are Glorfindel and Ecthelion (those who have read "Silmarillion" might be familiar with this character), Elrond and Gandalf also play an important role + appearances of Elladan, Elrohir and minor original characters. The relationship between G and E is built in such a way so you can consider it either mild m/m or just very strong friendship, decide for yourself :P
(A tiny bit more full) SUMMARY!: After Glorfindel succumbs to his grief for his fallen City and perished comrade, Elrond and Gandalf have very little time to achieve something that is deemed impossible: to deliver a Firstborn from hidden Valinor. One of the two storylines follows this scenario, the other one is a dream that reveals what exactly happened during the Fall of Gondolin in the First Age (based on "The Fall of Gondolin" in "The Book of Lost Tales"), explaining Glorfindel's attitude towards this.
I am writing this with an intention to fit in canon, so I do everything possible to actually fit in it, but if you see mistakes, please point them out to me and consider AU xD
The first chapter is fairly short, just to give you an idea of what is going to be in future chapters, if there are those who are interested in the continuation. All canon things belong to JRRT, rated T for violence.
Things in cursive are either thoughts, or emphasis. Vice versa for the dream parts.
Reviews are very important to me, thank you!
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Foreboding of death, weird as it is,
Appeared in my head and claws at my mind.
To die myself or to see others dying
– what is easier? –
This is a question I cannot comprehend
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Glorfindel started and woke up from his sleep. From a slumber, rather – he could not get proper sleep for many years already. He sighed and sat up, rubbing his temples frustratedly. The Elf turned to a side and got his legs down, placing bare feet on cold stone floor, before getting up and heading to the balcony.
Nature was raging outside, sending waves of bitingly cold air and whirls of rain through the opened doors, but that was not what troubled Glorfindel so that he abandoned the alienation of his bed. He strode indifferently past the secured doors and madly jerking curtains and rested his elbows upon the rail, bending forward and letting his hair and clothing fly around him, entangled in water and air.
The Elf shut his eyes closed and sighed again, though now it appeared more like a sob. He let his head hang. Among the sounds of the nocturnal storm, he heard trees rustle their leaves agitatedly, as they absorbed the water gratefully and at the same time feared that a lightning might strike them, or one of their friends standing near them. At least, they had someone to care for, someone of whom the Elf was cruelly deprived.
Muscles of Glorfindel's body tensed and he leaned forward even more.
The dream. It was so real. It was as if he was there again.
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- Glorfindel?
The golden-haired Elf turned around and smiled brightly as the dark-haired one walked up to him and gazed at the City lying beneath them.
- Ecthelion, - he murmured gently in acknowledgement and moved to a side a bit, to allow the other one some place at the rail.
- Enjoying the sight? – the Noldo accepted his unsaid offer and leaned over the rail casually, peering down.
- Pretty much, - the blond smiled. – Tarnin Austa is going to be wonderful this year, isn't it.
- It is, - the other one sighed and looked away.
They fell silent, gazing down as people of Gondolin were making their last preparations for the great feast. The City was literally drowned in silver lamps and beautiful flowers, and its citizens filled the streets, clothed in their best clothes, also holding lamps, mirth and joy written on their faces. Everyone loved Tarnin Austa. The two Captains were also clad in their richest garments, and so they stood on one of the highest levels of Gondolin, waiting for the Sun to descend behind the mountains around them.
Glorfindel lifted his eyes and gazed at Ecthelion. Something felt wrong about him, the way he held his head perhaps. As if he was alerted, but only slightly. Dread, maybe that was the correct word.
- Ecthelion? Is something wrong? – the blond asked, and his eyes were met by the Noldo's surprisingly dark and anxious ones. The blue eyes widened as Glorfindel was now assured that something was really amiss.
- I… I don't know, - the dark-haired frowned, only adding to the whole feeling of dread. Immediately, Glorfindel abandoned his cheerful mood – if Ecthelion had a reason to be upset that night, that reason was indeed major.
- Something's going to happen, - he looked to the north and frowned again. Glorfindel followed his gaze.
- Something's stirring, - the Noldo continued, his voice barely above a whisper.
- But what? – Glorfindel's voice died down to a whisper, too.
- Evil, - the other one dropped. – Glorfindel, - he called a while later, - I fear this is much worse than anything we ever imagined.
Immediately, Glorfindel embraced the Noldo, feeling his arms wrap around his chest a second later. He knew they both needed this now.
- Then we will face it together, - he spoke defiantly, willing to soothe the other one.
- Glorfindel, - he heard him whisper in his tunic, - we will be parted tonight.
- What are you talking about, - the other Elf dropped, not really questioning. Parted? From each other? Was that even possible?
- Aye, we will, - the Noldo shook his head slightly as his embrace tightened, - I feel it.
- Nay, we will not, - the blond tightened his grip as well. – I swear this to you, we will not. Not if I can help it.
Ecthelion smiled bitterly. In his foreboding, he knew himself to be true. That dreadful night would change many things, too many for them to live through.
- We shall tell Lord Turgon. This is urgent, - an uncomfortable feeling of premonition struck the Noldo as he broke the embrace. Immediately, they became aware of a chorus of surprised voices beneath them. They leant over the rail and saw people talking in agitated voices and pointing to the north. Sun went down, but a new dawn kindled on the north, and it was of evil design. The exclamations of wonder transformed into ones of fear, and panic awoke among the citizens as black floods of foul beings started spilling among tops of the mountains.
The Hidden Realm was discovered.
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Glorfindel shuddered, his grip on the rail tightening until the knuckles went white. He shivered violently as his mind was enwrapped in the memories of the dreadful night. He remembered all too well what happened next. For many years, he woke up in the night, drenched in sweat, panting heavily, as he imagined himself once again running among burning houses, brandishing his sword, trying to reach and never being able to. In the back of his mind, Glorfindel knew that some day it would overwhelm him, and he would succumb. And this time finally came, time, when the memories were too much for him to withstand.
He collapsed on the stone floor, gasping for air, before darkness engulfed his troubled mind.
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Now, it is a chance for you to throw a rotten egg at me or to say that you wouldn't mind reading the continuation :P
- NM
