Title : Nedh Duath Im Utuva Le (In Darkness I Shall Find You)
Author : Ylani Mîllend (idhren_dunedhel@yahoo.com)
Pairings : Legolas/Haldir, Elrond/Glorfindel
Rating : R
Summary : The Fellowship, Elrond, and Galadriel are captured by Sauron and his dark forces. Glorfindel finds help in Lorien but can the Elves save them in time?
Warnings : There will be some graphic violence, torture, and maybe a rape…
Disclaimer : I don't make money off this. I don't own anything that Tolkien owns. I just use my imagination and borrow his characters.
A/N : Completely AU. Tolkien would banish me for what evil things that I've thought about and done to his characters. If you don't like slash, then don't read. And in case you don't know what slash is, slash is when there's two (or more in some cases) of the same sex in a relationship. And if you're a homophobe, there's no need for you to go on. There's no point in flaming if you read something that warns you that it's something you don't like. That's called stupidity. Oh, yeah, by the way, feedback is muchly appreciated! And much thanks goes to my wonderful beta, Lalaith!
Nedh Duath Im Utuva Le (In Darkness I Shall Find You)
Part 1 - In Imladris
"I'm sick of this, Erestor!" yelled Glorfindel as he slammed his fist down onto the table, setting its contents shaking. Erestor frowned gravely at the actions of the reincarnated Elf lord and spoke once more.
"We must wait for them-"
"What then? What then, Erestor?" demanded Glorfindel, tears unwillingly welling up in his green eyes. "What if Sauron is tormenting him? Hurting him? I will not stand for my lover to be in unwilling bondage of the One Evil, Chief counselor," spoke Glorfindel with fervent passion as a crystalline tear fell from his reddened eyes.
"But Glorfindel-"
"No!" interrupted the golden-haired lord. "No! I can feel his pain! I can hear him calling out to me in my dreams! I must go to him! I have to help him!"
The golden-haired Elf rushed out of the halls of Rivendell as Erestor struggled to keep up with the frenzied Elf lord's pace. Glorfindel's light feet flew ceaselessly until he reached the stables, releasing his beloved horse, Asfaloth.
Glorfindel leaped and mounted his white steed, with the amazing grace and speed possessed only by the Elves. Erestor ran out to the stables of Imladris after him. Great worry and fear were etched into Erestor's immortal Elven eyes as he helplessly watched the golden-haired Elf ready his stallion. Anger, fear, and love clouded the mind of the reincarnated Elf and Elrond's chief counselor could tell, but these same emotions seemed also to serve to strengthen the reckless Elf lord.
"Wait, Lord Glorfindel! We must await the arrivals of the others before going into Mordor!" cried out Erestor with reason and with a clear mind and with frustration in his heart. Angrily the blond lord faced the darker-haired Elf and replied with a shout.
"I will not wait to help Elrond, Erestor! He calls to me, I can feel him!" Pained love was in Glorfindel as he thought of his beloved Elrond in pain and bondage. "I will go to Lorien to seek aid! I must go! Farewell! Noro lim, Asfaloth! Noro lim!"
And with those words, Lord Glorfindel rode out haphazardly into the wild towards the realm of the Lady of the Light. Erestor released a pent up sigh of frustration as he closed his gray eyes turning his face to the dark heavens of the cool night.
Feeling defeated, he walked inside the vast halls of Rivendell to record what had recently happened. The halls were far quieter these nights. Many of his kindred had sought solitude in the wake of the recent grim events.
The elven lord entered his room and closed the door. Erestor sat down at his desk and dipped his quill into the inkwell, while pulling out a book with a worn leather cover. With his left hand, he opened the record to the most recent entry, yesterday's. He pulled back the long sleeves of his tunic and began to write…
{Year 3019 of the Third Age, the 25th day of ninui* -
Much sorrow and grief is in the hearts of the Elves of Mirkwood, Lorien, and Imladris. We fear that the One Ring has fallen back into the foul hands of Sauron, the Dark Lord of Mordor. And to add to our worries, the Fellowship is also in his hands, along with Galadriel, our fair Lady of Light. Devastatingly, Imladris's own Lord Elrond, master of the last homely house in the west, has met the same fate.
Another fear to add to this great sum is that now, Sauron has all but one of the three rings given to the Elves in his immeasurable grasp. The whereabouts of Narya, the Ring of fire, are only known by the Ringbearers and I myself. We all fear the day when the Dark Lord finally discovers the keeper of Narya.
I fear the worst has come and a great impenetrable, immovable shadow will cover the lands of Middle-Earth. For how long can the free people of Gondor stand freely against the cruel might and power of Mordor? How long will it be before all the living creatures of Middle-Earth will serve as slaves under Sauron's evil rule?
Forgive me for my doubt and cowardice but I cannot help it. I have this sense of impending doom leering over my head. I fear most for the innocent creatures called hobbits, for I fear that the malice and vileness of Gorthaur will be too much and they may turn into creatures fouler still than Orcs.
One of our bravest in Imladris, Lord Glorfindel, has ridden to Lorien seeking help from any who will lend it to him. I feel for him, for his beloved Lord is imprisoned in the fearful dark of that of Mordor. It has been no secret that Lord Elrond and Lord Glorfindel are much closer than brothers or friends. Or that they had bedded together more than just once. It must kill Lord Glorfindel to think that Elrond is captured by the former servant of Morgoth and is hidden in shadow.
My heart aches for what agony awaits our brave ones in the heart of the dying realm of the Dark One. I cannot write any more for I fear that I will collapse in a fit of helplessness and self-loathing.
Namarië*.
~Erestor, Chief of the Counselors in the Household of Lord Elrond}
He sighed as he pulled the pen away from the parchment and the kind sounds of pen scratching parchment were quieted within the somber room. Erestor's lips moved in a silent prayer of protection for the elven lord.
Valar I pray to you for protection of the Fellowship and the bearers of the elven rings of water, air, and of fire. I pray to you all to grant Glorfindel safe journey to the realm of Celeborn.
TRANSLATIONS
ninui - February
Namarië* - Farewell