A/N: This is just a short drabble of a possible scenario taking place sometime after my story Survival. I hope you enjoy it.
"You are leaving? Where will you go?" Erestor asked his golden-haired friend. A part of him wanted to grab him and force him to stay. He knew that when Glorfindel was highly upset, he was prone to make rash decisions.
"I must leave, it is the only choice. I was a fool to think I could remain here." As he shifted his bag over his shoulder, he looked at Erestor one last time. "I do not know where I will go, but after what happened, I must leave. Forgive me, my friend."
Erestor was shocked. "Forgive you? Whatever for? Please do not tell me that you are still blaming yourself for what happened?"
Glorfindel's azure eyes dropped, and Erestor knew the answer. "For the last time, what happened was not your fault. I thought that by now you would believe that."
"It should never have happened. I know now that my foolishness nearly got you killed. I will take no more chances. Please, take care of Elrond and his family. Make sure that Elladan and Elrohir do not do anything reckless. Most importantly, take care of yourself. I will miss you most of all."
Before Erestor could respond, Glorfindel turned and left, leaving his raven-haired friend speechless.
