Okay…Chapter Three. I realized I left a little too much space at the bottom of the last chapter…oops. Also, I may have forgotten to mention that Chapter 2 has nothing to do with Chapter 1, story-wise. Hope I didn't give anyone that impression. This chapter is a continuation of chapter 2 and 'gives away' the identity of the POV in Chapter 2.
Kazaera: Yes, I have read The Silmarillion (most of it, anyway)…and no, this is not the Silmarillion Glorfindel, but maybe I'll do a fic about him later
They were back, barely a week later, still seeking my death. Faint lines still marked their earlier attacks on me, but I had recovered more than they knew. They still believed me to be injured. I almost wanted to laugh at their ignorance. A lord may be injured, but never is he weak. They approached with a mixture of apprehension and anger, baring their teeth at me and letting the faint moonlight glint off their blades. Night was their element, not mine, but I still shone it in, as a star shines in the midnight sky.
They had a new leader, not a large as the first, but with the same hulking aura of command. He glared at me, narrow yellow eyes studying my fearless stance. I had beaten them once before; I could do it again. His followers were almost grinning at me it seemed, and too late, I sensed a trap.
A figure fell from the trees behind me, ripping and tearing at my back, drawing blood and slashing through flesh. I screamed as he pulled me backwards, dragging to the dark earth. The others followed him, pushing forward, surging over me like a wave of darkness. I lashed out, beating some of them away from me, but not enough of them fell to intimidate them.
As blood started to cloud my vision, I cursed my over-confidence. I should have known they would have tried to sneak up on me. How could I have not thought that the skulking enemy would think of such a plan? My light – the star that was me – was fading, covered by night's shroud.
But then, another star broke through the night, a blaze of white and silver, slashing with a blade of cold steel, sending the enemy reeling. I staggered to my feet, finding a hole in their masses. The star was an Elf, his robes of silver glowing white in the darkness. More a Lord than I, he moved with an ease that a tiger might envy. The enemy fled, yelping and barking, their ears pinned flat to their heads, tails streaming behind them.
The light faded to a dull glow, and the Elf-lord sheathed his sword. I staggered forward to give him my thanks, but I stumbled and almost fell. I closed my eyes. The lord had come, but too late to help me.
I felt a cool hand gently lift my head and I opened my eyes in surprise. The lord was watching me, his eyes patient. I saw me reflected in his eyes, weary and bloodied. I was tempted to lift my head away from his hand, refuse the help he was offering and die with my pride intact. But I decided my life was more important than my pride. He was a lord himself, surely he would understand.
I let the Elf-lord lead me away from the wilderness that night, one hand guiding me along a barely-discernable forest path. He became my companion, as I became his. Two lords, together, a powerful force that the wolves that night did not reckon with. We have faced the terrors of Middle-earth together, from the Orcs and goblins to the powerful Nazgul that haunt the Ringbearer's steps.
Glorfindel the Elf-lord named me Asfaloth that night and he cared for my wounds himself. I left my own kind when he gave me a name, and became an Elf-horse, living with the Elves in their peaceful realms. And to this day, I wait for when he gives the command to run. And then we fly over the land, a horse and an Elf, two beacons in the shadows.
So…in case you didn't get that…the story is told from the point of view of Asfaloth. Also, if I write more Glorfindel stories, would you (the readers) prefer if I just added them to this fic or made them separate? Please tell me if you have a preference.
