"I feel nothing."
"Not even this?" Glorfindel asked tenderly kissing his lover.
"No, not even that", Erestor sighed emotionlessly.
"I love you. Isn't that enough?" Glorfindel whispered.
"Not anymore. I cannot feel anything, not your touch or kiss. I cannot feel the rain or my nails as I dig them into my hands", he said as he crushed his chipped nails into his hands and they turned white and began to bleed.
"Stop it. STOP IT!" Glorfindel screamed, "Why are you doing this? Why will you refuse to let me help you? You are sick, let me take you to Elrond, he can cure you."
"I am not the one who is ill Lord Glorfindel."
"You are as pale as death, you are dyi…"
"I am fine, but I will leave this valley now, it bears no comfort for me."
"You cannot go, I love you." Glorfindel sobbed. He was crying now, tears flowed down his cheeks. He would beg, plead for Erestor to stay.
"But I do not love you, lord." He strode out of the room and behind him he slammed the door.
"You do not love me. You do not care." He fell to the floor, and sobs racked his body.
Outside the door Erestor kept walking straight foreword until he hit the wall opposite him. He felt nothing as his body collided with numerous bodies on his way down the corridor. His eyes were streaming, but he couldn't feel his sadness.
He reached his rooms and began to hurriedly stuff his belongings into his pack. He armed himself with old dusted weapons from the chest in the corner of his chamber. He drew out his sword and looked at for a moment before girding it on. He strapped his bow and quiver to his back and didn't look back as he left his chambers.
He broke into a run on his way down to the kitchens. He was so desperate to get away from this haven he fell over another body.
"Erestor?"
"Goodbye lord Elrond" he said sharply to the bemused lord.
"I am the lord of this house Erestor, you shall not speak to in that tone."
"I do not belong to this household any longer. Goodbye"
When he reached the kitchens he stole bread, cheese, lembas and fruit which he quickly placed in his pack. When he received strange looks form the maids he glared at them, then laughed cruelly as they shied away from him. He slung his pack over his shoulder and carried himself gracefully and purposely to the front entrance.
He chose the nearest horse in the stables and saddled it, before leaping upon it and whipping it extra hard, it was Glorfindel's horse.
"Goodbye Ilmradis."
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