A/N: That's my first LotR story - I hope you like it! It will eventually be slash between Glorfindel and Erestor, but nothing real graphic.

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If possible English should be your native language because I'm German and you should be able to see if I made any grammar mistakes (I hope there are not too many of them) (-;
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Love is blind
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The Accident
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When I had first come to Imladris I had immediatly disliked him. Never before I had met an Elf as cold and distant as Erestor. For me it was impossible to understand why Lord Elrond and his wife Celebrian trusted him so much but they had always refused to tell me. With the years I had learned to respect him, though. He was obviously fiercly loyal to the Lord of Imladris, even though I had never seen him showing his emotions, and he worked very hard every day. When Celebrian had gone to Valinor Erestor had done all the work for Elrond until he had been able to return to his duties. Of course I had helped, too, but I wasn't in fond of paper work and so the chief counselor had done nearly everything himself. I guess that was when I had started to respect him.

But there never had been any friendship or at least a privat talk between us, not in all those centuries we had lived and worked together.

That changed.

It was winter, December to be exact. Everything was covered in snow and still the sun shone beautifully on the sky. During the years I had become Elrond's most trusted friend and so we often walked through the gardens, just like this day. It was a little dark already and even though it had been snowing until about an hour ago it wasn't really cold.

We just talked about the relationship between Imladris and Mirkwood as we saw Erestor riding towards the stables. I had to admit that it was a beautiful sight. For some reason Erestor was always wearing black and he always had a black horse. Now that he was riding through the deep snow it looked nearly breath-taking. I never said that he wasn't handsome, he was... a cold beauty.

Since he rode out every evening we weren't surprised to see him coming back. Sometimes I had the feeling that the only being he was really gentle with was his horse. He had just gotten himself a young mare because his old one had died a few weeks before. He wasn't a warrior but still he was an excellent rider.

Elrond smiled as he saw him. The Elven Lord never got any affection back and still he always treated Erestor like a good friend. "He has his reasons for being the way he is. No one has a right to condemn him." That was the only thing that Elrond had told me about him. He had said that the rest of the story was Erestor's to tell, if he should ever decide to do so. "Good evening, Erestor!" He called.

The mare jumped a little, since she was very young she was still easy to be startled. But Erestor easily remained in control and when his horse had calmed down again he turned to the half-elf. "Good evening, my Lord." His voice was civil as always, but it held no warmth. For a moment he looked at me and nodded. "Lord Glorfindel."

I returned the gesture. "Erestor."

Usually the conversation would have ended here but suddenly one of the guard called something after another. It had been pretty loud and Erestor's horse wanted to run away. Unfortunately it stepped on ice after only a few metres, slipped and fell to the ground. The counselor's right leg was buried underneath it for a moment but then the animal immediatly stood up again. What worried me much more was the fact that Erestor's head had hit a tree and now he was obviously unconcious.

Without further hesitation Elrond ran towards him and quickly knelt by his side. While he examined the dark-haired Elf I couldn't do anything to help him and so I catched the mare. She looked at me with big eyes and then her gaze wandered to her master.

I swallowed hard. "He will be fine, little one. Come with me." As I took the reins and walked towards the stables the animal hesitated as if she was feeling guilty or worried but then she snorted and let me lead her to the stables.

When I returned Erestor was still unconcious. The wound on his head was bound with a piece of Elrond's tunic, he had obviously just ripped it off. Now he turned to me. "Help me, Glorfindel. We have to get him to the healing house. Be careful with his right leg, it's broken."

"How bad is it?" I asked as we carried him inside.

My old friend looked more than a little worried. "Well, there are only two injuries, the broken leg and the one on the head. I don't worry about his leg, it will probably heal quickly and I have no doubt that he will be able to use it again. What I worry about is his head. The skull is fractured and I fear that the brain might be injured as well. All I can do for now is taking care of the wound and wait until he wakes up."

Finally we reached the healing house and laid Erestor down on a bed. He looked terribly pale and fragile. Of course I had never liked him too much, but I still didn't want him to die. As I touched him his skin was terribly cold, he had probably been outside for too long. Usually Elves are hard to affect by the cold but if we are injured like that we feel it as well and so I brought him a warm blanket while Elrond fetched the healing herbs and hot water to clean the injuries.

After the Lord of Imladris had finished his work he looked at me. "One of us must stay with him at all times, he mustn't be alone when he wakes up."

I just nodded.

TBC