Disclaimer: Not mine. Tolkien's.
A/N: So sorry for the long delay. I had a terrible case of writer's block. I just realized I am definitely BAD at writing action scenes. My God! That small scene took three days, and I am still not satisfied. This chappie isn't all that good, I know. I don't like several parts of it either. Please send me feedback. I have a feeling you are going to murder me for this one. So sorry.
Thank you for your reviews of the previews chappie. Most of you liked the mood shift, but a few didn't agree with it. I was on perpetual sugar high that day.
Also, thank you for the reviewer who looked up Ecthelion. There is an elf Ecthe!!! WOOHOO! Thanks. By the way, the friend whose writing the Ecthe Glory story recommended a great fanfic with a similar pairing (SORT OF). It's Runedancer's Wild Justice. Go read it. It's sorta Ecthe Glory, but presented as Glory Elrohir. But check it out. It's cool. A little naughty, though. No wait, it's very naughty.
Haldir shot arrow after arrow at the horde of orcs running towards him, swords raised. Yet they did not seem to diminish in number. They kept coming.
An orc drew out a sword and took a swing at Haldir. He ducked the blow, dropped his bow and grabbed his short knife, striking down the vile creature with it. Another came at him, which he beheaded with ease. Yet another came. No matter how many he killed, the orcs did not stop coming. They were everywhere. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw his fellow elves fighting fiercely.
"RUMIL!!!"
He saw his younger brother fighting a very large orc, while another advanced from behind that the other elf was not able to notice. Acting quickly, Haldir dropped his knives and picked up the discarded bow at his feet. He took an arrow from his quiver, knocked it, took aim and killed the orc that was about to kill his brother. A roar from behind made him turn, only to see another of the creatures wielding a sword, charging towards him. He killed it with an arrow to the throat. More orcs came to attack him. Once again, he dropped his bow for his knife and continued killing their attackers.
Blood spilled onto his clothes and hair as the dark creatures fell at his feet. But there were so many of them.
Vaguely, he wondered if they could survive this. Would help arrive in time?
Haldir fell to his knees as an orc arrow embedded itself on his leg. Before he could react, another struck him on the shoulder, and another still hit him on the chest.
Lying on the ground, the sounds of the battle became louder, as if they were magnified tenfold. Everything seemed to be in slow motion. He saw Orophin fighting, screaming something to Rumil. He watched as Rumil stabbed an orc, then began to move towards his fallen brother. Orophin also made his way to Haldir. He wanted to tell them he was fine, assure them somehow. But he could not move. It was as if he had lost control of his body and he could only watch. He felt the world closing in on him as blood seeped out of him, staining his clothes and pooling onto the ground where he laid.
Before he lost consciousness, he heard his name being called, as if from afar. He slowly turned his head to the sound. Just as his eyes closed, he thought he saw his lover running towards him. He smiled.
/Glorfindel. At least I saw you one last time./
/I love you./
Then everything went dark.
For a second, Glorfindel's heart stopped beating. He had reached the clearing and could see the battle. He saw an orc aim an arrow at Haldir and fire. His lover fell as he was hit. Fear gripped the seneschal's heart.
"HALDIR!!" The cry was torn from his chest.
An orc swung at his horse. The animal bucked to avoid the blow, but in the process threw his rider onto the ground. Glorfindel stood up, drew his sword and killed the orc before running to where his lover laid on the ground.
/NO!!!!/
Glorfindel killed the orcs that got in his way, not really seeing them. His only thought was to get to Haldir.
/I am here!! I cannot be too late! I am here!/
He reached the younger elf just as Rumil and Orophin were able to get to their brother. Rumil knelt down to check Haldir's pulse. He found it weak, but still there.
"He's still with us."
Rumil stood and joined his brother and Glorfindel. They formed a protective circle around Haldir and fought off the orcs that came.
/He cannot be dead. Please…/
They fought fiercely, all praying that more help would come soon.
Elladan, Elrohir and the other elves battled the vile creatures as well. But they were still outnumbered.
After what seemed like an eternity, but in reality just a few minutes, more Rivendell elves came towards the clearing. Soon, the orcs were outnumbered and began to retreat. It took a few moments to remove them from the clearing entirely. Only a scant few of the creatures escaped as the Rivendell elves chased after them, taking down those that they could.
Glorfindel sheathed his blood-covered sword and turned his attention to his lover's prone form. He gently picked up the younger elf, Rumil and Orophin letting him. They knew that it would take an army to stop Glorfindel, much as they wanted to take care of their brother themselves. They trailed behind the seneschal as he strode forward.
"Elladan, I need your horse! Now!" ordered Glorfindel. Elladan did not need to be told twice. He got off and let Glorfindel mount, together with Haldir. Wasting no time, Glorfindel rode towards Imladris, silently praying to the Valar to save Haldir.
/Please…/
/Hold on, love. We are almost there. Please, stay with me./
Lord Elrond waited for them in the front area of the house. He had known there would be injuries so he had prepared. Erestor stood by his side.
Glorfindel nearly ran them down in his haste. He quickly jumped off the horse as soon as it stopped. Gently, he let Haldir slide into his arms.
Erestor helped him get Haldir to a bed, Lord Elrond trailing behind. Glorfindel stepped back, allowing the Peredhel healer to help Haldir.
"Come. Sit down." Erestor told his friend. Glorfindel looked about ready to faint. His eyes stayed glued to Haldir, even as tears began to form.
"I cannot lose him, Erestor. I cannot." He whispered, despair and fear evident in his voice.
"You won't, my friend. Lord Elrond can help him. You need to sit down. You do not look too well." Erestor assured as he pulled Glorfindel outside. They would only be in the way. There were enough servants in the room to help the lord. Right now, Glorfindel needed help.
Glorfindel let Erestor pull him outside. Though he wanted to stay, some reason was still left in his mind. He knew Lord Elrond would help Haldir, and he'd only be a disturbance if he stayed.
"Here, sit. He'll be fine." Erestor prayed his words were right. His friend looked like he was near death himself. He could not bear to think what would happen should the March Warden die.
"Yes. He'll be fine. Just fine." Glorfindel repeated softly.
/He'll be alright./
He sat there, staring at the door.
/He'll be fine./
"Are you hurt, Glorfindel?" Erestor had to make sure he was not sitting idly while his friend was bleeding or something worse.
"No." was the whispered reply.
/He'll live…Valar, please let him live. I cannot…cannot…I…I…love…/
Glorfindel stopped. He closed his eyes and tried to calm himself.
/No. I do not love him! No. This is just shock. I care for him, but I do not love him. I love Ecthelion. I care for Haldir, that is why I am worried. That's all./
But his heart told him something else. Yet he would not listen. He did not want to.
/I cannot afford to./
"Are you sure?" Erestor asked again.
"Yes."
/Do not die. Please don't./
Silence fell. Glorfindel continued to pray.
Rumil, Orophin, Elladan and Elrohir came running towards the two figures sitting on the bench outside the room where Haldir was.
"Is he alright. Tell us. Is he…?" Orophin asked.
It was Erestor who answered.
"Lord Elrond is with him. He is being treated. We are not sure yet…"
"He'll be fine!" Glorfindel snapped.
All eyes turned to him.
Erestor and the younger elves looked at each other, understanding evident in their eyes.
"Of course. That's what I meant." Erestor whispered.
The four elves joined them and soon, everyone sat in silence, waiting.
Lord Elrond sighed as he slumped against the chair near the bed. He had used his too much of his healing powers and he had exhausted himself. But it was worth it. He sighed.
"Please inform Lord Glorfindel and the others that the March Warden will be fine." He told a servant.
"Aye, my lord."
The dark-haired elf closed his eyes, thanking the Valar for letting the younger elf live.
The six elves waiting outside stood up as the door to Haldir's room opened.
"Well?" Elladan asked impatiently.
"The Lorien elf will be fine, my lords."
Glorfindel nearly sagged in relief. Everyone else closed their eyes and sighed.
"He is resting. Lord Elrond is still with him."
The six elves entered the room, Glorfindel leading the group. They saw the twins' father sitting on a chair beside the bed.
"He is resting." Lord Elrond whispered to them.
Glorfindel went to sit beside Haldir. He took the March Warden's hand in his as he gazed at the pale face. Elladan and Elrohir exchanged looks with Rumil and Orophin. They nodded in understanding. After Haldir's brothers reassured themselves that their brother was fine, they left the room, together with the twins. Erestor saw the exchanged glances and understood. The two needed time alone, for Glorfindel's peace of mind.
The seneschal missed the silent communication that occurred in the room. Not only that, he missed Lord Elrond mutely asking assistance from Erestor, who nodded. He missed it when his friend went and lifted the lord into his arms. He did not see how Lord Elrond gave Erestor an indignant look. He was not aware that the Peredhel elf was about to protest to the adviser's actions, or when Erestor cut him off, and addressed Glorfindel.
"Stay with Haldir for awhile. We'll send someone to relieve you later." The adviser said as he walked towards the door with the lord of Imladris in his arms.
Glorfindel would have teased the two relentlessly had he seen. His belief that there was something between his friend and his lord would have been reassured, and he would have been delighted. But in that moment, Glorfindel's attention laid fully on the elf sleeping on the bed, who looked as pale as death. So he did not bother to look at them, or even reply. He continued to hold Haldir's hand.
Haldir was drifting. He felt himself floating, as if he was flying. A soft breeze caressed his face. Slowly, he opened his eyes, not sure of what he would see.
Everything was white. He did not know where he was. Everything he saw was the color of the clouds.
The last thing he remembered was falling unconscious, hearing Glorfindel shout his name. He remembered fighting orcs in a battle. Where was he now?
/Am I dead? Is this what Mandos Halls look like?/ Again, he looked around. Everything was still white.
Suddenly, the surroundings changed. Colors burst everywhere. Haldir looked around frantically, not sure of what was happening. When the colors stopped moving, he was standing in the middle of a meadow. He looked around. Grass, flowers, trees surrounded him. He looked up at the blue sky. Only a few clouds could be seen.
/Where am I?/
A wild horse neighed in the distance. It was beautiful. Chestnut colored, it held its head high, proud. Haldir watched as it ran away into the horizon.
It was as his eyes followed the majestic horse that he caught a movement. It was an elf.
Glorfindel.
Haldir stared, mesmerized.
Glorfindel smiled at him, then began to come closer. The younger elf was rooted to the spot. He could not move, could not breathe. The elf coming towards him was breathtaking. Glorfindel's hair, loose, unmarred even by braids, glistened in the sun. A few strands blew across his face as he moved closer to the March Warden. He was not wearing a tunic, only simple mocha-colored breeches, so his skin, achingly soft, was exposed to Haldir's gaze. He gracefully walked towards the other elf.
Haldir swallowed when his lover stopped just inches from him. The older elf raised his hand and gingerly touched his lover. Softly, he caressed the March Warden's face. Haldir sighed with pleasure and pressed closer.
Glorfindel then cupped his face. Slowly, the eldar dipped his head to kiss the younger elf.
Haldir moaned as their lips touched. He raised his hands and placed them against his lover's bare chest. Gently, he pushed his lover until they were both lying on the grass. He then proceeded to remove his lover's breeches, the only clothing the eldar wore. He felt Glorfindel smile against his lips.
"Impatient, meldir?" the older elf whispered.
"Yes." Haldir growled. "I want you." He successfully unlaced the breeches and hurriedly removed the offending garment.
"You have me."
His lover's whispered words made Haldir unbearably hard. He swallowed as the ache in his groin increased.
He went back to kissing the blond eldar. He hungrily devoured the other's mouth even as he tried to get rid of his own clothes. He threw his tunic off, and moved his hands to his breeches. But Glorfindel's hands were already there, unlacing them. Soon, they were both naked.
Glorfindel made a deft movement and rolled, reversing their positions. Haldir stared up at his lover.
"I want to pleasure you, love." The eldar explained. He then proceeded to kiss Haldir's neck. He nibbled and nipped, then moved to the younger elf's chest. Haldir moaned with every tender bite. When Glorfindel dipped his tongue into his navel, the March Warden's back arched and a moan escaped his lips.
"Glorfindel…"
The eldar continued lower. Then he paused, just above his lover's arousal. Haldir groaned his disappointment. He opened his eyes and looked down.
When their eyes met, Glorfindel smiled up at him. Only then did he take Haldir's length into his mouth, never breaking eye contact.
Haldir's breath hitched. He gripped the grass that he could reach, and stopped breathing altogether. When he was completely surrounded by his lover's mouth, Haldir's head fell back and his eyes closed.
Glorfindel released his lover's arousal, then moved to straddle him.
Haldir's dazed eyes opened and he looked questioningly at the eldar. But before he could ask, Glorfindel was kissing him even as the eldar slowly moved to impale himself upon his lover. Haldir's eyes widened as he slowly penetrated his lover's tight sheath. His hands moved to Glorfindel's hips, holding the elf in place. But the elf on top would not be stopped.
Slowly, the eldar took him in.
The pleasure was almost unbearable to the March Warden.
"Glor…fin…del…" he moaned.
Glorfindel closed his eyes only when Haldir was buried deep inside him, as deep as possible. He released a ragged breath.
"Ahhh…meldir." He whispered.
They savored the feeling for a few moments. Then Glorfindel began to move, slowly, and Haldir's hips began to respond to the rhythm. Soon, they were panting hard as they tried to prolong the experience as much as they could.
But even elves had limits. The pace grew quicker. Haldir thrust into his lover harder and faster. Glorfindel pushed down as hard as he could. Their movement increased into a frenzied pace, until both reached climax. They came together, and Glorfindel fell upon Haldir in exhaustion.
"I love you." Haldir whispered, his breathing still ragged, and his member still inside Glorfindel.
He felt the eldar smile against his chest.
"I love you, too" his lover whispered, "…Ecthelion."
Haldir stiffened when he heard the name.
"What…?"
Before he could finish the sentence, Glorfindel had moved and grabbed both of his hands, pinning them beside his head on the ground. He held them down forcefully.
"Ecthelion. You heard right March Warden. I love Ecthelion. Not you. Never will it be you!" the eldar told him angrily.
Haldir felt a pain like no other. He began to struggle. But his lover's hold on him was strong.
Glorfindel raised himself on his knees. Then he wedged one of them between Haldir's thighs, roughly spreading the younger elf's legs.
"This is the only thing you are good at!" He pushed forward, thrusting inside the struggling March Warden.
Haldir almost screamed. The forceful entry burned. He did not know what was going on. Why was Glorfindel hurting him like this?
"Stop. Please."
But the eldar did not heed him. He continued to thrust into him, harder, as if he was not satisfied with Haldir's pleas.
"This is the only reason I stay with you, whore. My whore."
Haldir closed his eyes as tears began to roll down the sides of his face.
"Please…Stop! Stop!"
To his horror, he felt pleasure coursing through him as his lover entered him. He had not even realized he was aroused.
"See that? Your body likes what I do to you, even when forced!"
"No." he cried out pitifully.
"Yes." Glorfindel ground out, still thrusting. "Oh yes."
Though he fought it, Haldir could not help it when his hips began to meet his lover's relentless thrusts. Shame coursed through him, but he could not stop how his body responded to his lover.
He saw Glorfindel smile.
"Do you still want me to stop, Haldir?"
The younger elf could not reply. A choked sob escaped him.
"DO YOU?"
He heard the question. Glorfindel demanded an answer.
"NO!" Haldir shamefully cried out, his hips thrusting upwards.
The eldar increased his thrusts, a triumphant smile on his face.
Through the roar in his ears as he came, Haldir heard his lover scream a word as Glorfindel spent himself inside him.
"WHORE!"
"WAKE UP, HALDIR! Please, wake up!"
Haldir bolted upright in bed. A wave of dizziness assailed him and he was forced to lie down again. But the ache in his heart did not stop. He began to feel the pain of his injuries, but they were nothing compared to the one in his heart. Tears fell down the sides of his face.
Gentle hands wiped the tears away.
"It's alright. It was just a dream. You are safe now." A gentle voice crooned in his ear. He opened his eyes again.
Glorfindel sat on the bed beside him, gently caressing his face.
"Welcome back, meldir." His lover whispered.
Haldir cringed at the endearment, remembering his dream.
"Where does it hurt, meldir? Do you want me to get Lord Elrond?" Glorfindel was concerned when Haldir drew back, as if he was whipped.
"No." Haldir whispered.
/The pain is in my heart. And it is not Lord Elrond who can cure that./
"Is there anything I could get you then?" the eldar asked.
"No. Just…just stay." Halidr did not know why he needed the eldar so much.
/I just dreamed about him hurting me, yet here I am, asking him to stay./
"Of course." Glorfindel had no intention of leaving. In the three days that Haldir was unconscious, he only left when absolutely necessary.
It warmed his heart that the younger elf asked him to stay.
"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked Haldir.
"About what?" the younger elf looked at him curiously.
"Your dream. It seemed bad. Was it the orcs?" Glorfindel reached up and stroked Haldir's forehead.
The March Warden closed his eyes, a bitter smile appearing on his lips.
/Far worse than any orc./
"I don't remember." He lied.
"I see. Well, not to worry, I won't let anyone hurt you again." The eldar meant every word.
/Not even you?/ Haldir thought.
/You don't even know it, but you are the one who has caused me the most pain in my entire life./
/Yet I love you still./
/What is wrong with me?/
Haldir reached up to caress Glorfindel's face.
/You don't even know you hurt me./
The older elf smiled at him, then leaned down to kiss him. The younger elf closed his eyes as their lips met.
/I love you./
Glorfindel gathered Haldir in his arms as the younger elf drifted off to sleep once again. He held the other elf close, never wanting to let go.
/You are safe now./
Glorfindel placed a light kiss on Haldir's forehead.
/Rest. I will look after you./
Then, even he was deep in reverie.
TBC
A/N: There were actually two versions of this part, but I hated the other one. This chapter, I am not so satisfied with, but the writer's block is blocking me. So Sorry. Please point out everything you hate. And those you like. Thank you.
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