Glorfindel groaned, opening his eyes. He stared at his blurry surroundings and tried to remember were he was. He breathed deeply, wincing as his mind registered a dull ache in his left arm, and waited a moment for his vision to clear.

He studied the small room he was in. Pale light streamed through the window, illuminating light green walls and a small table bedside his bed. He heard the door open and he turned his gaze away from the table, his eyes widening when he saw who had entered. "Legolas?"

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Legolas smiled, amused at his friend's surprise. "Glorfindel, you're awake." He walked over to the bed and set the tray he had been carrying on the table. "Are you hungry?" Glorfindel studied the food, his stomach rumbling when he smelled the beef stew. Legolas laughed. "I'll take that as a yes."

Glorfindel smiled, sheepishly, and sat up. "Where are we?" He winced as his shoulder protested the movement. "What happened?"

Legolas grinned. "You, my friend, are in a spare room at the Golden Dove Inn. As for what happened, judging by your wounds, I would say you were attacked by wargs."

Glorfindel glanced down at his bandaged shoulder. "Yes, I remember the wargs." He sighed. "They killed my horse."

Legolas sat on the edge of the bed and took Glorfindel's hand in his, squeezing it reassuringly. "It must have been a large pack, to take down an elvish steed and it's rider."

Glorfindel nodded, closing his eyes briefly. When he opened him, he stared at his friend. "Why are you here?"

Legolas smiled again, it seemed like he was always smiling. "I work here."

Glorfindel nodded, wondering why an elf would work at an inn that was owned by men. "Why? I mean you and your sister disappeared so suddenly last century. Have the two of you been here all this time?"

Legolas sighed, taking back his hand. "I have. She was here too, at the beginning." He looked out the window, seeming to stare into the past. "But she's....gone now."

Glorfindel watched him for a moment, sensing his sadness, and decided to change the subject. "Who bandaged my shoulder?"

Legolas turned his attention back to the Imladris elf, smiling again. "I did." He frowned slightly when Glorfindel raised his right hand to feel the wound, tugging at the edge of the bandage. "Stop that, you'll tear the stitches."

"Stitches?" Glorfindel let Legolas grab his hand and move it away from his shoulder. He watched as the younger elf examined the bandage.

Satisfied that Glorfindel hadn't caused himself any more damage, Legolas sat back. "Yes, stitches. Your shoulder was practically ripped to shreds." He leaned forward again, running his fingers lightly over Glorfindel's shoulder. "You have four rows of stitches, eight inches long. You're lucky, though."

Glorfindel raised an eyebrow, frowning. "Lucky? How is that lucky?"

Legolas removed his hand and glanced at Glorfindel's face. "They were deep enough to cause heavy bleeding, but not deep enough to cause permanent damage. You will still be able to use that arm." He reached over to the table and picked up the bowl of stew. "Now, eat."

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Legolas sat the bowl on the table when Glorfindel finished eating and stood up from the bed. He moved to the window, watching as the rain slowed to a stop, and pushed open the glass shutters.

Glorfindel shivered slight as a cool breeze flowed through the window, and he suddenly realized something. "Legolas?"

Legolas turned away from the window, grinning. "Yes, Glorfindel?"

Glorfindel scowled at him, seeing the amusement in the younger elf's eyes. "Why am I naked?"

Legolas laughed. "Because your clothes were torn and bloody. Not to mention filthy from all the mud." He walked back to the bed and sat on it's edge, patting the blanket that covered the Imladris elf. "They have been sent to be cleaned and repaired." He laughed again. "Don't worry. You'll soon have your precious clothing back."

Glorfindel continued to glare at his friend. "At what am I supposed to wear in the mean time?"

Legolas looked at him, seeming entirely too pleased with Glorfindel's state of undress. "Nothing?" He seemed almost hopeful.

Glorfindel shook his head. "I am not going around without clothes." Legolas frowned. "Now, can I borrow some of yours?"

Legolas raised an eyebrow. "I would think my clothes were all too small for you, but if you'd like, I could probably find something."

Glorfindel nodded, relieved, but then he took a good hard look at his friend, noticing his clothes for the first time. Legolas wore a loose brown leather vest that hung open, showing his smooth strong chest. His brown leather legging were laced loosely up the sides, revealing the skin of his legs, and he wore soft brown boots. Glorfindel moved his gaze up Legolas' body and looked at his face. The younger elf's long pale blonde hair hung free of braids or ties, and seemed to shine in the faint light.

"Like what you see?"

Glorfindel shook his head, suddenly realizing that he was staring. It took a moment for his mind to make sense of what Legolas had said. "What? I....uh." Glorfindel stared at his hands, blushing. "I didn't mean to stare."

Legolas laughed, causing Glorfindel to look at him. "I don't mind." He grinned impishly at the older elf. "So, like what you see?"

If possible, Glorfindel blushed even more. He was confused. Was Legolas flirting with him? Glorfindel studied him, pushing back his embarrassment, and saw how Legolas was acting. Almost....seductive. He shook his head, telling himself he was imagining things, and decided to change the subject. "What do you do here?"

Legolas gazed at him, smiling brightly. "We entertain the guests."

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A/N: Well, it's a little longer. Thanks to all you people who reviewed! And thank you, Cheysuli, for the help.