Disclaimer: Tolkien's. The characters anyway. The story is mine. Of course.

Warning: (I guess I've been forgetting to put this.) SLASH. Meaning homosexual relationships. If you are offended or if you have something against homosexuality, I just want you to know that this is what the story is all about so you would not be shocked into…er…you know, reacting violently. Stay away if you know that you won't like it.

A/N: Hmmm, received my first flame. Interesting really. Nio, sorry if you find slash offensive. Don't read anymore of it. Ok?

For everyone, guess you are wondering what took so long? Well, my sister suggested an ending that I am seriously considering and I had to rewrite a lot of things to fit into said ending. But we'll see if I go through with it. I now have two possible endings.

Glorfindel straightened atop his horse. In the distant horizon, he could see it. Lothlorien.

/Please be there./

He sighed, then rode faster.

Six weeks. The worst moments of his life were the past six weeks. Maybe now, it would finally be over.

"He is here. I am sure of it." Erestor reassured him. Glorfindel looked at his friend, then to his other companions. He smiled.

"I…hope so."

They rode in silence afterwards, the Peredhels, Ecthelion and Erestor exchanging understanding glances. Glorfindel only had eyes for the Golden Woods.

/Please./

The moment Sauron was defeated, the first thought that came to the Gondolin elf was the need to speak to Haldir. There was nothing standing between them now. The war was over and he could finally pursue the March Warden freely.

But there was no March Warden in sight. He looked everywhere, calling the attention of men and elves who were part of the surviving army when he began to scream Haldir's name. In those moments that he could not find the March Warden, his mind thought up the worst scene, Haldir laying amongst the dead bodies of those who have fallen in the war.

Glorfindel had become almost hysterical when no one could find Haldir.

They searched for days. It could have been weeks. Glorfindel was not sure. He did not notice the passing of time. His only thought was to find Haldir and tell the younger elf that he loved him.

After the first week, many had given up the Lorien elf for dead. Even the twins, Elrond and Ecthelion. But Glorfindel could not accept it.

"Show me his body!" He had lashed out.

"Show me and I will believe you. Show me and I will give up!"

His friends had looked at him with sadness and sympathy.

"Only then will I believe." He had whispered in a choked voice.

But in truth, he would never believe.

He resumed his search once again. Legolas and Erestor were among those who did not give up either. Eventually, everyone rejoined the search.

Glorfindel had checked every dead body in Mordor. Every time he turned over a dead elf, his heart would freeze in fear at the possibility that it could be Haldir. At times, it was too much and he would break down. But he never gave up. At night, he spoke to the March Warden as if the younger elf could hear him. But there was never an answer. Yet he continued to search.

"I love you, Haldir."

He would whisper it every night to the skies, hoping that Haldir would hear it somehow.

Then, a few weeks ago, after all the searching, Elrond had mentioned missing Rivendell and the twins had agreed. It was then that an idea hit. Maybe Haldir had gone home. That would be the first place he would go to. Sure enough, a few days later, they received a letter from Lord Celeborn.

Haldir was in Lothlorien.

Glorfindel did not hesitate.

He packed little, and was heading out the same day that he received the letter. Two hours into the road and the rest of the party caught up.

His friends would not let him go alone.

"You might get lost." Elladan had said. They laughed, and rode off.

And from Erestor, "One of us has to be happy." His friend had whispered.

Elrond was a fool.

But right now, Glorfindel needed to find Haldir.

/When this is all over, Erestor, I will make sure both of us are happy./

They reached the Golden Woods in the midst of a beautiful day. The sun shone brightly. The beauty of the woods was accented, and wild animals sneaked about. Yet Glorfindel's mind did not comprehend his surroundings. He needed to get to Haldir.

Lord Celeborn greeted them, welcomed them, but even he noticed Glorfindel's attention was elsewhere. As soon as the travelers dismounted, Glorfindel left in search for Haldir.

He was at the foot of the March Warden's talan when he heard a loud crash. It came from inside. Glorfindel rushed up the stairs and broke into the room.

"Haldir!"

Fear that his lover was hurt forced Glorfindel to act in haste.

Haldir was sitting on the bed, staring at the table that was turned over.

"Haldir, what happened?" Glorfindel went to his lover, getting down on one knee beside Haldir so he could see the other's face.

Haldir looked at the table like it was the greatest mystery in the world. He did not even pay attention to the eldar. Not really.

"It just…fell." He whispered, brows furrowed.

"Are you alright?" Glorfindel was worried. Haldir was pale. The March Warden had lost weight and he looked…dead. Glorfindel raised a hand to the other elf's face. "Haldir?"

The March Warden turned to meet Glorfindel's eyes. For a moment, there was nothing in the younger elf's eyes that showed recognition. Then he realized who was there.

Glorfindel's worry increased when Haldir reached a trembling hand to touch him. The March Warden caressed his face, a tiny smile on the other's lips.

"You're back. Like before." Haldir whispered.

"Yes. I am back. I'm sorry it took so long."

"It's okay. You always come back. I missed you." Haldir continued to caress his face, yet there was a lost look in his eyes.

"I miss you, too. Haldir, I…I love you." Glorfindel choked out.

"I know. You always do."

Glorfindel smiled, then realized something was wrong. Haldir looked…dreamlike. Like he was not really there. And there was something else, but the eldar could not quite grasp it. Glorfindel drew the March Warden closer and was about to ask a question when a flurry of elves burst through the door.

"What happened? Who got hurt? Where are the orcs?" The twins and Haldir's brothers had their weapons drawn. Everyone else looked ready to defend and kill, if necessary.

Glorfindel kept his arms around Haldir.

"Nothing. No orcs. The table…fell."

Haldir kept caressing the eldar's face.

"Will you stay longer this time? Please? You left so suddenly the other time." Haldir's whispered plea tore at Glorfindel's heart. It sounded so hurt.

"Yes, Haldir. I am staying forever." The eldar was still slightly puzzled, but he knew he needed to reassure the younger elf. "I am never leaving you again."

The other elves shifted awkwardly, then proceeded to leave.

Ecthelion stared at the two elves holding each other and smiled. Yes, he had made the right choice.

Haldir lifted his eyes when he realized that an elf watched them by the door.

Glorfindel felt the March Warden stiffen in his arms.

Suddenly, Haldir was gripping him tightly, crushing the eldar against his chest.

"Haldir, wha…?"

But Haldir was looking at the elf standing by the door. Fear. Haldir was afraid.

"This is my dream! Go away!" Haldir screamed.

"You already have him for real! He is mine here! Go away! Please!" Tears rolled down the distraught elf's cheeks. Glorfindel turned to see a bewildered Ecthelion staring at them.

"Haldir, it's okay." Glorfindel tried to reassure the elf in his arms.

"No! He'll take you away again." Then, turning teary eyes towards Ecthelion, "Please. This is all I have. My dream. This dream. Don't take him away. Not here. Not in my dreams. Not in the only place I can have him. You already have him for real. I am sorry. I love him so much. I want him to be happy. But I can't let him go. This is just a dream! It can't hurt you if I have my dreams. Don't take it away! Don't take him away!" Haldir's voice was filled with fear, and pain. Glorfindel's eyes began to mist.

"Haldir. Listen to me. He is not taking me away. Haldir, please listen. It's okay. I am not going anywhere."

But Haldir shook his head.

"No! He'll take you away again. Like he always does. Please! Ecthelion. Don't take him. Don't…I…I am dying anyway. I only have a few…few more days. I know because the Valar told me. I only have a few more days…Let me have this dream. Please don't take him…I love…him…love him…" Haldir's voice became a mere whisper.

Raising tear-stained cheeks to Ecthelion, Haldir pleaded the dark-haired elf.

"I love him."

Glorfindel's mind was reeling. 'I am dying…few days…Valar came…said.'

/No!/

"Haldir! Haldir, listen. Please. I am not going anywhere. I am never leaving you again! Please believe me. Please." Glorfindel was openly crying, pleading with his lover.

Haldir looked at him in the eye and the pain that Glorfindel saw there broke his heart.

"I can't." Haldir whispered to him. "You always say you won't leave me. But you always do. You always return to…to him." Haldir whispered brokenly.

Glorfindel's breath hitched. He still did not fully understand what was happening. All he knew was that Haldir was in pain and possibly dy…No. No. The eldar could not entertain the thought.

"Not this time, Haldir. I promise you. I won't leave."

Haldir still did not believe him. But the March Warden's hold on him loosened.

"So tired…so tired." Haldir whispered, slumping onto the bed.

Glorfindel helped Haldir.

"Go to sleep, then. We'll talk later." Glorfindel said in a choked voice.

"No. Don't want to sleep. You…go away when I sleep." Haldir tried to fight it, but he was so tired. His spirit was dying.

"I won't. I promise." Glorfindel whispered.

"Yes….you…will."

"No. I won't." But Haldir was already asleep.

Glorfindel stayed where he was, beside the bed, and did not try to free himself from Haldir's fierce grip on his hand. He looked at Ecthelion.

'What have I done to him?" Glorfindel asked in a strangle tone.

/What have I done?/

He turned and looked at the sleeping elf.

"I am sorry." He whispered.

Ecthelion left to give the two time alone. He'd also rather not stay and watch. He had let Glorfindel go, accepted that the seneschal belonged to the March Warden. But there was no need to rub salt on his wounds.

With his free hand, Glorfindel gently tucked a stray hair behind Haldir's ear. The March Warden sighed and moved closer to the eldar.

He watched Haldir sleep. The younger elf was very pale. Dark circles surrounded his eyes.

"Haldir, what have you done to yourself?"

/Have I pushed you to do this? I am so sorry, melamin. So sorry./

He closed his eyes.

That was when he realized. Haldir's breathing was too shallow. He opened his eyes again, a frown appearing on his face.

Haldir did not seem to be having a nightmare. And he was sure that the younger elf was sleeping. So what was wrong?

He moved closer, bringing his face to Haldir's, listening.

Then he smelled something.

Blood.

Frantic, Glorfindel checked Haldir. When his hand grazed over the slumbering elf's chest, Haldir whimpered, but did not rouse from his sleep. The eldar paused. Carefully, he opened Haldir's robe.

"Oh Gods."

A large wound ran across the March Warden's pale skin. Though it was no longer bleeding, it has not even closed yet, obvious that it was only recent. It could not have been from the war.

"Haldir, what happened?" Glorfindel whispered. Haldir moved in his sleep but did not wake.

"Did you do this? Haldir…" Tears formed in the eldar's eyes. He closed the robe, and pulled the blanket over Haldir. The he was moving towards the door, calling Elrond and the others.

TBC

A/N: I have considered all that you have told me and came up with a compromise. I have already decided which elf/elves would die. BWAHAHAHAHA. I think it's acceptable. The one/s I have chosen kinda…need it. Seriously. *hint*