Find Solace in my Touch

Elrond lay, the tears running faster, and Galadriel watched in dismay. It was a sad sight to see an elf so sad, and yet so handsome. Glorfindel was loath to disturb this beauty, but if the tears were to continue, he must.

He silently, only as silently as an elf could, entered the clearing. Elrond's had already glazed over and Glorfindel sighed. He moved to the other elf's side and sat down. The tears only poured faster.

Galadriel sighed in despair. There was no hope for a broken elf. He may put out a strong front, but he had been losing hope ever since Celebrain had left. Everyone saw it. His daughter had been the last straw. She left, and a tear fell to the floor in her passing.

Glorfindel wanted to scream. This half-elf was driving him insane, and he wasn't actually doing anything. Just lying there and crying. He groaned slightly and tapped the sobber on the shoulder. Elrond started and looked around. His face immediately hardened into a mask, but as soon as he saw Glorfindel, Elrond broke down. He, an old man by the standards of Men, was crying like a child woken up from a nightmare, or nightmares. Only these nightmares were real and he had lived through them.

Glorfindel did not move away, only shifted to a position that was more comfortable for the both of them. Elrond sobbed in his arms, and occasionally, Glorfindel could pick out a broken phrase.

When the sobbing had subsided to a dull dry cough, Glorfindel pulled out his supplies. Celeborn had warned that he might need the,.

"Glorfindel, I'm sorry, I -"Elrond began to stammer out an apology for his outburst, but Glorfindel placed a finger on the half-elf's lips and shushed him.

"Here." He handed the other a bright orange handkerchief. ' Sorry, couldn't resist Death Elrond raised an eyebrow but took it and wiped his face.

"One of your own?" Elrond asked eventually, croaking.

"No, this is Lord Celeborn's. He thought you might need it." The other answered and gave a dry chuckle. Elrond managed a small smile and put it in his pocket to add to his collection of rainbow-colored handkerchiefs.

"Drink this." Glorfindel ordered and handed the darker-haired elf a flask. Said elf took a tentative sip and quickly drank some more. When he felt that he had drunken enough, he passed the bottle back. In exchange, the lighter-haired of the pair gave him a fluffy pillow and when Elrond had settled down, Glorfindel covered him with a big blanket.

"Sleep well, nin caun." Glorfindel murmured as Elrond drifted of. 'Ada used to call me that.' Was Elrond's last coherent thought as the realm of dreams claimed it's own.

Glorfindel watched him sleep for some time, before leaning in and gently kissing the upturned lips. He left the silent glade, and the drugged half-elf. But he left a note.

Come to me for solace, if you so wish it.

Glorfindel.

My first fic, please be gentle. It was written at 3 in the morning, when my muses went insane, because of Internet deprivation. Blame Death one of my muses for the handkerchief comment. I own nothing. I don't claim to, even if I wanted to.