Chapter 12

The Loss of an Immortal Life

Tuilin and Glorfindel ran out into the open, it looked as if the elves were winning. Bodies of men and elves lay strewn out over the entire field and fortress grounds. Nothing could be seen but the blood that had splashed upon the dark ground.

The sun was beginning to set and it seemed although the sight was foul, it was also beautiful.

With his elven sight, Glorfindel could see Adenen running up to him….but the child was rather far away. He had a pleasant smile on his face and his sword was sheathed.

"Come Tuilin." The elf let go of her hand and ran ahead. Glorfindel had though himself to never be this happy. He looked back to see his love following him, but behind her something caught his eyes.

A slight sparkle in the shadows but enough for Glorfindel to know.

"Tuilin!" he cried his heart beating fiercely in his chest.

She paid him no heed, she only ran forward to him a smile on her face.

As he watched the arrow leave it's hidden bow, he began to run. As fast as his legs would carry him, he ran without thought.

"No!"

The arrow beat him to their target, it caught the elven maiden in the back, between the shoulders. She lurched forward with a cry of pain.

"TUILIN!!!!" Glorfindel ran forward and caught her before her failing body could hit the ground. He bent to the ground laying her down as gently as possible on her stomach.

He looked at the spot were the arrow had hit, all around it on the blue fabric was a deep and unforgettable crimson stain. He knew not what to do, he sucked in a harsh breath and turned back to the direction of the elves.

"HIR ELROND!" He screeched with all the last air in his lungs.

He watched as the elven healer and the boy dashed to his side, they both stifled a gasp. Elrond knelt down beside Tuilin, his eyes showing concern.

"Glorfindel, I can not help her." he said reluctantly tears shining bright in his eyes, he turned and looked up at the blonde elf. "I have not the supplies to do so."

The elf shook his head and let the tears flow. "Die?" he asked looking at her.

Elrond nodded softly and put one hand on the arrow shaft. "If I pull it out, the death will be quicker." With one nod from Glorfindel he carefully but quickly pulled the arrow from her back, she lurched and cried out in pain. Tears streamed down her cheeks.

After Elrond had patched up the wound as best he could, Glorfindel pulled her up close, and hugged her without making her cry out.

"Nin meleth Tuilin. [Me love Tuilin]" he whispered in her ear. She smiled sadly.

"A-and I l-love you, Glorfindel of Gondolin, Slayer of the balrog." she whispered back to him. He smiled and kissed her light on the hands.

"S-sleep well, m-my love. And one day, may our paths meet again."

"Ye." she whispered back softly before her eyes closed and her hands fell limp. Glorfindel let out a sob, but let the emotions fade. He gently laid her back down and stood, his golden hair blew in the wind and the crimson stain on his tunic seemed to become brighter.

Both Elrond and Adenen noticed that the blood was near his own heart. Glorfindel put his hand up and touched it. He brought it back and looked at it with blunt blackened eyes. Dark orbs marked were his usually silver-blue eyes used to be.

"I will avenge you Tuilin, I promise on my own life. I will slay the one whom has put a bolt in your back." he snarled and wiped the blood on his own cape.

With those words he turned upon his heel and stormed towards the fortress, unsheathing his knife and a small sword as he did so.

A small hand grabbed his and held him back. He growled and turned to see Adenen shaking his head, his tanned hair waving.

"No Glor……please. Don't go." Glorfindel frowned as tears fell down his cheeks. Elrond made his way towards the two, Tuilin was being carried in his strong arms.

"He is right Glorfindel……we should protect men, as sad as it is. It would be better to leave Sarock to a guilty death." he turned caring silver eyes on the blue ones. "He deserves it."

Elrond turned and began to walk away. "Now come, we must find a spot for her to rest."

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Can't catch a wave then your never gonna ride it

You can't come uninvited

Never gonna give in -Never gonna give it up no

You can't take me-

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~Epilogue~

Glorfindel sat upon Asfolath, his white and silver attire flowing gracefully in the wind.

The forest trees wavered in the wind, all the birds were silent and that did not surprise him. He shuddered at the one name that came to mind.

'Ulaer' he shivered at the name. It was a horrible evil name, made the birds go silent and the dear stop in their tracks. The trees withered and the flowers seemed to loose some of their life.

He turned his mind to another thought that he thought of often now.

'What would it be like if Tuilin were in Imladris with him? She be right beside him on Asfolath searching for Strider and the hobbit.'

He looked up through the trees to see the beautiful blue sky, White clouds painted across it.

But, he had Adenen and that was enough for now. But that did not mean he didn't miss her. The elf's eyes began to fill with tears. If only Elrond had been able to save her, 'No, if only I hadn't been in front of her. If I had been behind her, it would have gotten me.'

His eyes shot up as her came upon the bridge. The blue orbs connected for e moment with the hollow abyss of a black rider's headless face. He unsheathed his sword and shouted out loud in the elven tongue for all to hear.

The words seemed to wrap around the Ulaer's black cloaks, they only stood a moment then, began to shriek.

The horrible sound made the elf shudder. But he did not show his fear, he lifted his sword high and let it glint off the sun, it connected with the rider's and they began to ride away from it.

He followed them, his horse's hoofs practically trampling theirs. He smiled as brought Asfolath to a stop.

"And never come back." he whispered under his breath as he turned the beast around and began to take watch again, for the ring-bearer and the ranger.

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I'm Free

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END

Firniswin- Hey you all, I hope you liked it……I was going to do a bit more, but I decided not now. Maybe in a sequel or something. J We'll see, but anyway, R&R. PLEASE! Oh and here is a summary for my next Songfic. Yes it is going to be a songfic. I hope you are not getting sick of 'em. Cause I have a lot of them. J

Do You Dream of Me

By Firniswin

Summary: Aragorn and Arwen have long been parted now. With the quest taking Aragorn farther and farther away. Both he and the elven princess think of each other constantly. Sweet and touching.

Rating: PG [for mild violence]