Glorfindel was irritated at the sun, of all things, he was irritated at the sun.
The brightness of the sun was in his eyes, he groaned uncomfortably from the dirt where he lay.
"Easy, Sir! We're getting Elrond!"
"'m fine-"
"You fainted."
"I did not...faint."
"Oh really? Then what did you do?" It wasn't like Elrohir give sass back, but he knew it was because he was worried.
He looked so much like his father when he was worried.
Glorfindel kept quiet, he knew the boy was right.
He reached up and tied his hair into a messy bun to get it off his neck.
He felt disgusting.
A cup of water was handed to him by one of the other scouts and he took it, thanking him as he sipped it.
Elladan came running back to the field where they were sat, Elrond on his heels.
The older elf quickly dispersed the group of elflings, sending them to their next lesson with the promise he'd speak with them later.
After they were all gone, he sighed and turned to where Glorfindel was sat in the shade.
"Come on." He said, helping the blonde to his feet.
"Home?"
"Healing halls so I can get a good look at you before you go trapsing off again."
"Got it."
They walked to the halls of healing in silence, Glorfindel occasionally needing to stop to get his breath as he was still a bit dizzy which only concerned Elrond more.
Once they had reached the halls, Elrond sat Glorfindel on a cot and started to take account of the damage.
Meanwhile Glorfindel was enjoying the cold air and shade that the halls provided.
"You never mentioned you were sensitive to heat." Elrond mused as he put a cool damp cloth on the back of the Balrog slayers neck.
"It never came up..."
"It should have."
"It's just, It started after I came back..."
"I see."
Glorfindel didn't say anything else, Elrond knew this was hard for him.
He had once been so strong and so tough and so...Glorfindel. But when he had come back, something shifted.
Elrond crossed the room to get the brush from the basin and then came back to Glorfindel, gently unraveling his hair from it's messy and bun.
He sighed and closed his eyes, allowing Elrond to take care of him.
Small strokes, getting the twigs and dirt out, and a small amount of braiding and the blonde hair was finally tied up and out of the way.
"My mother used to do this when I was ill."
Elrond smiled, it wasn't often Glorfindel spoke of his family.
"I want you to take the day and rest, friend." No room for argument and he wasn't expecting one.
"Alright. Just for today?"
"Just for today."
