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A/N: The last chap was a flashback…by Haldir. Sorry about the confusion. Anyway, here is the next chapter. I don't know how you are going to take this.

The March Warden blinked as he came back to the present. He would never forget that day. For all the bad that he went through with Rhyden, Glorfindel made it all worth it.

Haldir glanced at his lover again. Still, the eldar said nothing.

"Glorfindel?" Haldir called hesitantly. The older elf said there was something he needed to say, but he had not said another word after that statement. "What was it you needed to tell me?" Absentmindedly, Haldir traced random patterns on the skin near where he rested his head on Glorfindel's chest.

The eldar looked at his lover, whose face was upturned so that their eyes could meet. This was it, the moment where he had to face the truth. So why was it so difficult to let the words out?

"It…is - ah…about…" Glorfindel cursed his sudden inability to think, brought about by nervousness, and Haldir's hands caressing him. His lover had a way of touching him that made him stop thinking. Glorfindel moved and took the younger elf's hands in his own, if only to stop the movements that were seriously affecting his brain.

Haldir frowned a little. He never knew the eldar to be flustered, even in the most compromising of situations, like the time they were caught making love in the Rivendell gardens.

"…about…us." Glorfindel could have kicked himself. What was wrong with him? Every word felt wrong. He could not find the right things to say. He sighed and admitted Erestor was right. The longer you kept something hidden deep inside, the harder it was to let it out. Especially when you denied it every time it was brought up, by someone else, or even by your own subconscious.

"What about…us?" Haldir swallowed the fear that suddenly rose from within when a thought hit him. Has the time he had been dreading come, when Glorfindel finally got tired of him? Was that why the eldar did what he did a while ago? To say goodbye? The younger elf fought the tide of rising panic in his belly. It couldn't be. Not yet. He was not ready to lose the eldar! Not yet! There had been no warning! It was not fair!

/Not yet. Please./

"Well, it's just…we have been together for…a…long time. And I…" Glorfindel tried to search for the right words. He was trying so hard that he could not see he needed only three words, be it in common tongue or elvish. He struggled to make sure that he would not say the wrong things. He would not lose Haldir just because he could not say what he wanted to say properly.

It had been a long time since he had ever told anyone of his feelings. In fact, now that he thought about it, he was never the one to say it first. When he was with Ecthelion, his lover was the one who confessed before he could. Glorfindel only responded to it. And now, he was the one who was going to say it first.

Glorfindel wanted to get this right. He knew he had hurt Haldir deeply in the past because of his own stupidity and refusal to admit the truth. He would not be surprised if Haldir did not believe him. Fifty years and he never showed any sign that there might be more to his feelings for the March Warden than lust. But he would do everything to convince the younger elf. If only his mind would cooperate and function properly.

He was not a poet, and could not form romantic words. Nor was he a charmer, who could weave the best words to convey even the simplest messages. He was just an eldar in love. For the first time in several hundreds of years, Glorfindel was unsure of what to do.

"…a…long time. And I…"

Haldir's dread increased at Glorfindel's words. The seneschal considered their time together a long time when for the March Warden, it had been too short. The time passed like a whirlwind. Fifty years was not a long time…unless you had been bored from the very beginning.

/He is tired of me!/

Unconsciously, Haldir moved closer, clutching Glorfindel's upper arms, as if he could keep the eldar by holding him.

/I cannot let you go. Please don't go./

"I...have been…thinking…and…well, I just…realized…."

Tears fell from Haldir's eyes as the pain became too unbearable. Glorfindel did not notice them since he was intently looking at the ceiling of the talan, as if the words he needed were written somewhere there.

/No! Don't say goodbye. Please. I cannot …/

It was as if one of his nightmares were unfolding and he could do nothing but let it happen. Haldir's heart constricted. Glorfindel was saying goodbye. He would never have the eldar again. Never be this close again. Never make love to him again.

/I love you. Please don't leave me./

"It took a while…and…it's not easy…"

"I love you." Haldir didn't realize he had spoken it out loud until Glorfindel stopped talking and stared at him. His heart froze. What had he done? Now, the eldar would surely leave him!

/He is leaving anyway. At least I have told him./

Or had he said it as a desperate measure to keep the eldar with him? He knew Glorfindel was noble. Had he become so desperate to keep the older elf with him that he had resorted to making the other pity him only so the seneschal would stay? Haldir closed his eyes. He had become so pathetic.

/I cannot let you go. I'm sorry but I can't. Please…/

Glorfindel stared at Haldir. He had not expected the younger elf to suddenly reveal his feelings, not when the eldar had expected he would be the ones saying those words. Glorfindel felt the now familiar warmness creep to his heart at hearing the words. His joy was however dampened when he saw tears on his lover's face. Why was Haldir crying? Was loving him that painful?

/Probably. Since I gave nothing back in return. I am sorry, Haldir. I will make it up to you./

Gently, he cupped the March Warden's face.

"Haldir, I…"

Glorfindel was not able to finish the sentence. The March Warden's lips were suddenly on his own, kissing him desperately.

Haldir did not want to hear the eldar say goodbye. Not yet. He was not ready. Maybe tomorrow, when the older elf has to leave. But not now.

He knew his effect on Glorfindel, and he used it shamelessly now. He had no choice.

The eldar was not sure what to make of the sudden kiss, but he was not complaining. He was actually glad of the small reprieve from having to confess to Haldir his feelings. He needed to gather his wits. Maybe he could think better tomorrow, after he had enough time to prepare.

Haldir deepened the kiss. He parted Glorfindel's thighs and moved between them. The eldar moaned as their arousals rubbed against each other.

"Haldir…"

"Lord Glorfindel! Lord Glorfindel!!"

Whatever the eldar was going to say were lost as a shout from below disturbed them. Haldir and Glorfindel scrambled to their feet, realizing the urgency in the unknown elf's voice.

Looking out the window, the two lovers saw a Galadhrim at the foot of the talan.

"What is it?" Glorfindel asked.

"My lord, Lord Elrond requests your presence at the Lady's presence. It is urgent. Rivendell has been attacked." The elf informed them.

Glorfindel and Haldir wasted no time. They dressed hurriedly and went down, running towards the Lady's home.

When they arrived, everyone was already there. Lord Elrond was tending to an elf laid out on a long bench in the room. The elf was injured. He had arrow wounds in several areas of his body.

"What happened?" Glorfindel asked.

"Rivendell has been attacked by several orcs. More are coming everyday. They seem intent on taking the place." Elladan explained. The injured elf had informed them earlier when Glorfindel was not yet there.

"We will go back today. Pack your things. Hurry." Lord Elrond said as he finished interviewing and healing the injured elf.

"Of course."

The Rivendell elves hurriedly packed their things. Haldir and the other Galadhrim helped by preparing the horses. They all prayed they were not too late.

In the midst of the chaos, Haldir and Glorfindel had no time to talk. They never even got to say goodbye. Only when they were halfway to Rivendell did Glorfindel realize he had not been able to tell Haldir what he had wanted to say.

/I will be back. And I will tell you, then. Forgive me, Haldir, for being so stupid./

Glorfindel was determined.

/We will see each other again. And I will tell you./

Glorfindel rode with the other elves at breakneck speed in a race to save their home.

But his mind stayed with his lover. As did his heart.

/I love you, Haldir./

/I will not lose you./

/Not now that I know I love you./

/I'll come back to you./

/I love you./

Glorfindel never thought that it could already be too late…the next time they saw each other again.

Haldir watched the Rivendell elves ride away, watched his lover disappear, felt his heart break.

It was over.

Just like that, the best times of his life were a thing of the past. Glorfindel had said goodbye. Not in so many words, but Haldir was no fool. He knew what the other elf had been trying to say.

/I guess my love was not enough to keep you./

Alone, watching the horizon where the elves disappeared, the March Warden let the tears fall. He had lost everything this day. His whole world had just said goodbye. Middle Earth is doomed. The time of the elves were ending. There was nothing left.

/Glorfindel, my heart will always be yours. I hope that you will find your love someday, as I had mine…in you. And I hope that he or she will love you back. Because I cannot bear the thought that you will ever go through pain such as this./

Then he remembered.

/Ah, yes. You have found him. Ecthelion. Then I hope you will find him again. I hope you will find your true love again, my love./

Haldir stood there, crying, until the sun set and the world was covered in darkness.

/This is what my world is like, now that I have lost my light./

He turned watery eyes to the sky.

/I love you, Glorfindel. Even though you never loved me./

Then he walked back to his talan where he fell asleep alone. And dreamed of a world where Glorfindel loved him back, and he was happy. They were happy. But only in his dreams. It will never be real.

Lady Galadriel looked at her mirror.

"Do you think they will arrive in time?" she asked her husband. She was worried for her son-in-law's home.

"They will, my love. Do not worry. They will." Lord Celeborn assured.

Lady Galadriel sighed.

"I hope so."

She was about to leave when her eyes caught another vision forming.

Rain was pouring down hard. It was nighttime, and a battle was raging. It was a huge one. Men and elves fought side by side. But even the combined forces did not seem to be enough.

She saw Aragorn, the future king of Gondor, fighting furiously, killing orcs that surrounded the place. Beside him stood the Prince of Mirkwood, also fiercely fighting the thousands of orcs attacking what looked like a huge fortress. They were outnumbered.

The future king called off the warriors, the few that were left, telling them to fall back. There were too many orcs. Suddenly, Aragorn looked up. Lady Galadriel saw a feared expression on the man's face.

"HALDIR!!!!"

Lady Galadriel gasped at the sight that came next. She backed away from the mirror as if it hurt her.

"Love?" Lord Celeborn inquired, moving behind his wife to support her.

"Haldir." She whispered shakily.

In the vision, the March Warden laid dead, empty eyes staring up at the sky.

The End?

…of this chapter.

A/N: What will you do if this is the end of the story? Haha. Well, what do you think? You going to kill me yet? Next chapter coming soon.

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