He stood within a realm of darkness, and before him black clouds were roving. He waited, though he did not know what he waited for. He did not know how long he waited, until a spark of light appered in the mist of those clouds. The light grew steadly, and began to take form. The figure started to appear to look like an Elf made of light. Then suddenly color came to the figure's eyes. Vivid green looked back and Elrond, and the figure smiled. With a shock, Elrond knew who it was.
"Glorfindel?" he said softly, reaching out to the other, only to find something holding him back.
"Elrond," the voice came back, warm, comforting.
"How can this be?" Elrond asked.
The figure flickered before him, like a candle in the wind, about ready to blow out.
"Now is not the time to ask. Elrond..." Glorfindel called, then suddenly the darkness wrapped around him.
Elrond could see him struggle, and tried to reach out to him, but again could not.
"Glorfindel!"
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Father?" a worried voice called to him.
Opening his eyes, Elrond looked up into the face of his youngest son.
"Elrohir," he whispered.
"Its good to see you awake, Ada. We worried for you," Elrohir said softly, and Elladan appeared behind him.
"Where is Glorfindel?" Elrond asked.
The twins looked to each other, a look of pain passing between them. They then returned their stormy gazes to him and Elladan took his brother's place. Gently taking Elrond's hand, he looked to his Father.
"Father, Glorfindel was slain," Elladan said as gently as he could.
Elrond closed his eyes, the memories coming back to him. He had tried to save him, but had not been able to. The damage had been too great. But why the dream? If it could be called that.
"I'm sorry, Father," Elrohir said softly.
Elrond opened his eyes, reached out to Elrohir, and his youngest son took his hand.
"Glorfindel fought bravely, and died as such. He is no longer burdened," he said softly, but something felt wrong, he ignored it, and his own pain with it.
Elrohir nodded, tears shimmering in his eyes. He was always the more sensitive of the two brothers, being as he was the younger of the two.
"I hope so, Ada," Elrohir whispered.
Elladan wrapped his free arm around Elrohir, and held him close. Elrond had always marveled at their bond. But now it brought him slight pain as he gingerly reached out on the two jagged remains of his own bonds. One was to his brother Elros, who had passed on Ages ago, and the other to Glorfindel. His brother in all but blood, now torn from him by a harsh twist of fate.
"We had best let you rest, Father," Elladan said.
Elrond nodded slightly, and the two left him. When he heard the door shut behind them, he let his emotions out. Slowly at first, then they began to pour. A sob escaped his lips as the tears he had held back escaped from his clouded eyes. He rarely let his emotions escape like this. But it was released like a flood held for to long, and he just let it flow.
"Glorfindel?" he said softly, reaching out to the other, only to find something holding him back.
"Elrond," the voice came back, warm, comforting.
"How can this be?" Elrond asked.
The figure flickered before him, like a candle in the wind, about ready to blow out.
"Now is not the time to ask. Elrond..." Glorfindel called, then suddenly the darkness wrapped around him.
Elrond could see him struggle, and tried to reach out to him, but again could not.
"Glorfindel!"
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Father?" a worried voice called to him.
Opening his eyes, Elrond looked up into the face of his youngest son.
"Elrohir," he whispered.
"Its good to see you awake, Ada. We worried for you," Elrohir said softly, and Elladan appeared behind him.
"Where is Glorfindel?" Elrond asked.
The twins looked to each other, a look of pain passing between them. They then returned their stormy gazes to him and Elladan took his brother's place. Gently taking Elrond's hand, he looked to his Father.
"Father, Glorfindel was slain," Elladan said as gently as he could.
Elrond closed his eyes, the memories coming back to him. He had tried to save him, but had not been able to. The damage had been too great. But why the dream? If it could be called that.
"I'm sorry, Father," Elrohir said softly.
Elrond opened his eyes, reached out to Elrohir, and his youngest son took his hand.
"Glorfindel fought bravely, and died as such. He is no longer burdened," he said softly, but something felt wrong, he ignored it, and his own pain with it.
Elrohir nodded, tears shimmering in his eyes. He was always the more sensitive of the two brothers, being as he was the younger of the two.
"I hope so, Ada," Elrohir whispered.
Elladan wrapped his free arm around Elrohir, and held him close. Elrond had always marveled at their bond. But now it brought him slight pain as he gingerly reached out on the two jagged remains of his own bonds. One was to his brother Elros, who had passed on Ages ago, and the other to Glorfindel. His brother in all but blood, now torn from him by a harsh twist of fate.
"We had best let you rest, Father," Elladan said.
Elrond nodded slightly, and the two left him. When he heard the door shut behind them, he let his emotions out. Slowly at first, then they began to pour. A sob escaped his lips as the tears he had held back escaped from his clouded eyes. He rarely let his emotions escape like this. But it was released like a flood held for to long, and he just let it flow.