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"Stay close to one another. We must not give the orcs any time to surround us in the dark night." Glorfindel's voice was low but it carried far for the acute hearing of the elves he had brought with him.

A calming hand on Asfaloth's flank and the horse steadied underneath his touch, snorting softly. "Be at ease, Mellon nin, soon we will be able to go home." Home. It ached as he thought about what home meant for him. A quite life with the one he loved most in the world. He had promised Erestor time and time he would give the younger elf.

He sighed, looking around in the dark damp night. The orcs were up ahead in the hills and soon they would be unable to go on with the horses. This was the territory of the Dunedan. Their homes and what was left of their villages were close by these hills. Yet the orcs had taken residence here and now it was time to drive them away. Dismounting, Glorfindel turned back to the magnificent white horse he had come to call his own.

"Wait for us here, my friend. The darkest part of the night is still to come and I hope to see it through to once more see the light of the one I love." The velvet nose touched his hand and Glorfindel fell himself grow calm. He took his sword from where it was strapped to the saddle and transported it to his own hip, shifting slightly so the weight settled comfortably against the powerful limb. Next was the quiver that was strapped to his back and chest, the bow hanging beside it. Glorfindel moved a few times, hoping to be as silent as possible. One of his fellow elves stood close by and Glorfindel nodded, telling them they were ready to go.

Moving silently and quickly they made their way forward, eyes seeing far even through the darkness and their ears hearing even more. Glorfindel raised a hand and half of his company halted, two or three elves moving forward and disappearing through the dark trees. They would scout ahead. Hearing a soft whistle reaching his ears, quite like a bird, Glorfindel began to move forward to the covering of the trees. He placed a hand on the trunk of the nearest tree and felt it awakening underneath his touch. How long had these trees known darkness? He silently asked the question if his company could make use of the trees and the tree quivered ever so slightly.

Glorfindel softly whistled in response and then swung himself up into the nearest branch. He could hear the faint rustle of leaves and branches as one of the other scouts moved forward. Suddenly a hard and short whistled cut through the nearly unnatural silence and soon the sound of heavy, yet distant and many footfalls their way.

"Into the trees, prepare to shoot them when they come across the forest. Be silent and swift and do not be seen." Glorfindel's voice was still low and he could hear the arrows being taken out in the stillness. He took out his own bow and arrows, feeling their fletches and then notching them in the bow, keeping the bow tense and ready to snap when he released his fingers.

He closed his eyes, sending a quick prayer to the Valar and especially to Manwe to allow everybody to survive the night unscathed and sound. The many footsteps came closer and Glorfindel could hear the low grunts as well now. His body tensed and he could imagine the greasy and dirty orcs, hungry, bloodthirsty and looking for a threat. One misstep and they would give themselves away to be at the mercy of the orcs walking below.

Glorfindel pulled his arm back. He had only taken the warriors he trusted most. Those who knew the danger they would be facing and who would not make any mistake. The younger warriors would be training close to Imlandris without fear of getting slaughtered when a mishap occurred. He felt the tenseness of the bow and then the first orc passed below his tree. He released a quick whistle and the sound of many snapping bows reached his ears. He could hear the sounds of grunts of pain below and the cries of the orcs as they scattered to search for where the arrows had come from.

Taking out another one, he leaped from branch to branch, never staying in one place long enough for the orcs to see him, the darkness and the leaves concealing him from unfriendly eyes. Sounds of battle went up around him and he knew some of the elves had been discovered, battle cries resounded in his ears as he released another arrow, grinning when it hit flesh. He felt the muscles in his legs tense as he prepared himself to leap into the next tree. The distance was not long but he would be spotted. He moved forward fluently and then he leaped, feeling himself flying through the air.

A well aimed arrow halted his course and Glorfindel tensed his own body as he landed heavily upon his feet, hands reaching for this sword and in one movement spinning around to meet the orc blade.

He had faced countless orcs in his time and had slain many. It was a dance he knew by heart and he knew the dangers. This orc was young, inexperience's in the arts of fighting elves and soon Glorfindel spun on quick and sure feet as he felt the blade connect and slice through the thick muscles of the neck, the choking sound reaching his ears. Orcs had no love for their own but they loathed the elves. It was a well know fact and every elf who had ever faced an orc, many in these dangerous and dark times, had seen what an orc could do with an elf if they were ever captured. Many orcs preferred to draw out the slaying of their elves, giving them a slow and painful demise.

Glorfindel jumped to the side, dodging another sword attack. His back suddenly connected with the tree trunk and Glorfindel felt a growl escape his lips, he was trapped. The sword felt heavy in his hand and Glorfindel knew when he saw the nasty smile on the ugly face before him that he would never be able to reach the knife that hung from his belt. He stepped forward and met the grin with one of his own, quickly bringing up his sword. He ignored the stinging pain in his shoulder and the feel of blood running out of the wound. The movements of his left arm were suddenly restricted and he quickly brought his sword up and slammed it, blade first into the body before him. His vision swam and sweat erupted all over his body as each breath became more painful than the first as he pushed on, grinning all the while as the orc finally released a choking breath that was its last. Only then did he look at the dagger protruding from his shoulder and the dark liquid that ran and mingled with his red blood as he collapsed to the ground.

Erestor paced the halls of Rivendell. Word had come that the company of Glorfindel had just come across the river the Bruinen. Soon they would arrive at the house and Erestor would be able to tell Glorfindel how he felt. The golden elf had not been very far from his mind in the past few weeks but Erestor had not allowed himself to dwell on the conversation he would have to have with the Balrog Slayer. His first instinct was to say nothing but deep in his heart he knew that if he let this chance slip then he would never again be able to move closer to Glorfindel. Elves loved only once and ever since he had first seen Glorfindel he had fallen hopelessly in love with the golden elf. He felt exhilarated that Glorfindel had told him that he loved him. Well perhaps the elf had not said it with so many words but it was enough for Erestor. The only answer he could give Glorfindel was that he would try it. If the courtship between them did not work out then they could break it after a year, even if it would break his heart.

He stopped his pacing when a loud cry sounded and Elrond rushed past him, shouting a quick order. "Erestor quickly, go to the healing wing and alert them to my presence. Glorfindel has been wounded."

His heart had suddenly stopped beating but Erestor did as he was asked, running on sure and quick feet towards the healing wing. He gave quick orders, preparing a bed and summoned a few healers. Commotion at the door told him that Elrond was coming. Soon the elven lord pushed the doors opened, in his arms a deadly pale Glorfindel. Erestor forced himself to move towards his lord as he helped to move Glorfindel onto the bed, the warrior struggled against their forceful hands, coming around slightly, Dazed blue eyes opened and Glorfindel choked out, sweat erupting on his brow.

"Erestor?" "I am here, Glorfindel." The cold hand that clenched tightly around his own jerked Erestor back to the bed. Elrond gave short orders underneath his breath and the healers scattered to their various task. The lord bent back over his friend and softly said.

"Glorfindel, I need for Erestor to move away so I can tend to you. He is not a healer and he will get in the way…" The blue eyes never left Erestor's face and the younger councillor swallowed thickly, shaking to the core by the trust and love he saw in the blue eyes he had come to love.

A gentle and slightly dazed smile came to the handsome face as Glorfindel asked. "Please do not leave me?" Erestor could only nod mutely as a secretly amused Elrond aided Glorfindel in sitting up and then nodded at Erestor. The councillor frowned and stammered.

"What do you wish for me to do?"Elrond raised an eyebrow and finally said, trying hard not to snap. He could feel Glorfindel's body trembling against his own. He did not like the colour of the wound and the black liquid that he had been told had poured out of it meant that the general had been poisoned. He reminded himself to be calm and that Erestor had never been in the healing wing before.

"Slip behind Glorfindel and support his body with your own. Be careful he is still wounded." Sighing, Erestor did as he was told, trying to ignore the response his body was giving him when Glorfindel's warm, muscular body came to rest against his own. The elf in his arms went slack but the hand that held his own was still tense. Erestor bent over and softly said against the unconscious elf.

"Do not dare to die, Glorfindel. I still have to tell you my answer."

"Then you will be forced to say so very soon for I am afraid that I will faint." The voice was soft and nearly gave Erestor a heart attack when he glanced down at the upturned face. Glorfindel had not been unconscious at all.

"I say yes. I will accept your courtship. Now get well soon, you foolish elf. I will not go around Imlandris with a wounded elf as my partner." The snort of laughter and then the pained filled moan could not dash Erestor spirits and when the painful blue eyes closed at last, Erestor pressed a fond kiss to the top of the sweat soaked head he was unaware of the grey eyes that sparkled with happiness as Elrond began to tend to Glorfindel, knowing of the long road of recovery ahead of them.

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