Lost - Chapter Three

Celebrían watched her husband pace their bedroom, moving rapidly from one side of the room to another, then another, before going back to his starting point.

Finally she stood and put herself in his path, slowly manouvering him to sit on the edge of the bed, before placing herself on his lap so he could not get up and pace again.

"You need to calm down. Please sit and listen to me. It is not your fault this happened, it isn't anyone's fault. There are some things even you cannot heal."

She could feel the moment this settled in his mind as the truth. The tension that was holding him rigid crumbled and his shoulders sagged. He held her then, his arms wrapping about her, hugging their bodies close.

"You are right. I am sorry for being bad company, but the last day has ben rather difficult for all..."

Celebrían gently kissed Elrond, before getting off his lap and pulling him to his feet. "Come. It is almost time for the evening meal."

She felt rather than heard his sigh, before they set off towards the Dining Hall. Only one small stop delayed them. When they entered the Hall, both she and her bonded were holding a young boy each.

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The darkness of night was swallowing up the light of the sun, casting its shadows deeper in the rooms of Imladris.

Glorfindel found it rather fitting. It fit what he felt, or rather what he didn't, rather well. The bell for dinner had sounded rather shrill to his ears and he was dreading the thought of what would happen soon. He wondered who would be stopping by to try and get him to eat this time?

He wasn't too surprised when the door opened, nor that it was his Lord that had entered and was coming towards him. Facing the door at the time, he was quite surprised to see that Elrond carried no food. The thought made him feel a little better.

"Evening, Glorfindel. I have come to check on your injuries. Your fall this morning may have damaged your leg further." The half-Elf talked plainly, before stopping at the side of his bed and pulling the sheets off.

A thorough search of his leg found that, while the bone was very much broken, it wasn't any worse than before, although he had apparently sprained his ankle. What that information meant to him now was nothing. It wasn't like he could feel the pain in any case.

Elrond had moved him over his side and began to feel his back. Starting at just above his buttocks, he slowly moved his hand up. "Tell me when you can feel my hand on your back." No room for disobeying this order, Glorfindel realised.

The hand moved up further he was sure, but he couldn't see it, or feel it. A second later and a childish giggle escaped him. A little above the small of his back, the hand stopped. He could have told Elrond he was ticklish there...but he didn't expect to be able to feel it.

"Did you feel that?" The Lord asked, running his hands over that spot again, making Glorfindel wish he could move a little more than he could to get away from that hand.

"Please! Do not do that again! It is the first spot that feeling was...felt." Glorfindel cried out as he realised he was being teased. Thankfully his begging made the action stop.

While he was told the hand was still on his back, he once again couldn't feel it. At least he could watch what Elrond had been doing to his leg. He vowed that if he ever recovered from this, he would make sure to never get another back wound.

Finally, Elrond moved him back into a comfortable position on his back and lifted his hands to the bandage about his head and unwrapped it.

"Your head doesn't look so bad now. You should still have a slight headache though. I could give you something to ease the discomfort if you want?"

Glorfindel just nodded, knowing when Elrond was in Healer mode, nothing could stop him from giving out teas, herbs and potions...including any difficult patients. Glorfindel truly didn't mind. He would have taken it anyway.

He drank whatever it was his Lord gave him and sighed. After a few minutes the dull throbbing in his head vanished. He noticed that the sleepiness he expected to follow was absent. For once in his life, Elrond had not drugged him to sleep while he was injured.

"Do you want anything to eat? I could bring something here if you would like?" Elrond asked. Glorfindel could tell how carefully the question was asked that Erestor had told the Lord of the events earlier in the day. It was enough to cast his mind back to the state it had been in before.

Shaking his head, he heard Elrond sigh. "Very well. Get some rest, I will return in the morning to see if there has been any improvement."

Glorfindel nodded and meant to do as was asked. Unfortunately, his mind was preoccupied with wild thoughts and he did not find sleep that night.

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"Can we go and see Glorfindel now?" Elladan asked, laying his head on his mother's shoulder.

"We miss him." Elrohir stated, copying the action of his brother, his head lying comfortably between his father's neck and shoulder.

"He does not want anyone seeing him just yet. I will ask him in the morning if he would like you two to visit." Elrond said calmly, feeling Elrohir sag slightly in his grip.

"It's our fault he is hurt..." sniffed Elladan, Elrohir nodded slightly.

"Don't say things like that. It is no ones fault. It just happened, like most things do. Perhaps it was even meant to happen." Celebrían said, gently rocking a quietly sobbing Elladan.

The two boys had just been told what had happened to Glorfindel. Their reactions were as different as their parents. Elladan cried, letting everything he was feeling show to the rest of the world. Elrohir stayed quiet, thinking on what it would have been like to be in Glorfindel's position, something that had almost happened.

Elrond felt the boy he was holding sag even more in his arms and smiled slightly. "Come on, off to bed for the both of you."

"But I'm not tired." Elrohir said, followed by a yawn of jaw breaking force and the gentle rubbing of his eyes.

"So I see." Elrond answered, his voice holding the humour he felt at the almost nightly scene. It felt good to have something to push back the hurt he felt when he thought of his friend in the Healing rooms.

He noticed Celebrían get up and move to the door, into the hallway that would take them to the bedroom not too far away from their own that the twins shared.

By the time they reached the room and had placed each of the boys into their beds, the twins were sleeping soundly.

Elrond checked to make sure each were in a deep sleep, before heading back to his room, Celebrían following behind him.As soon as they were both inside, Elrond gently closed the door, leaned against it and buried his head in his hands.

A pair of slender arms wrapped about him and moved him into a hug, which he accepted gratefully. He buried his head into the soft hair of his wife. "I wish to never have another day like this one has been, yet I know that to be very wishful on my part. Things will undoubtedly get worse before becoming better."

Celebrían smiled sadly then, before pulling her husband towards their bed. "Come. You need rest now. Tomorrow will be trying for you, more so than today."

Elrond nodded, letting his love drag him to their bed. While Celebrían tried to take his mind off of what the coming days would bring to the House, she failed. Soon, she stopped trying and just curled up next to him, sending comfort through the small touch of her body next to his.

It was a long time after his love had fallen asleep that he found his way to dreams, all of which made him as restless as the last.

A/N - Well, this story is definitely being updated a whole lot faster than any of my others...though I am working on at least six stories in two different factions at the moment...so, in my mad rush to get this updated before November (I have a lot of work to do then...myeh) I hope you all still enjoy!

Azzy - Hey my online sis! Here, it is updated.

Dragongurl777 - this story will focus mainly on Glorfindel's thoughts and those of Elrond, but also will include Elladan, Elrohir, Erestor, and Celebrian. This story will also be non-slash, so don't expect Erestor to suddenly jump into Glorfindel's lap (no matter how much I would love to see that happen, it isn't).

Fritz Will Get You - Glorfndel thanks you for the card and has put it beside his bedside table to look at it every now and then. Poor Glorfindel indeed.

Professor M. McGonagall - Hehe, as you can see, the twins are also worried about Glorfindel and will soon go and visit with him. maybe they will help cheer him up.

Nerwen - You think this story is written beautifully? Thank you for thinking so! I know this might sound mean, but this story is supposed to be sad.

Erestor - Lol, well I am glad to hear my horrendous spelling won't deter you from continuing to read. I am glad that you are still enjoying it. My favourite part in the last chapter was the part where Elrond helped Glorfindel pick up the broken shards of the glass. I didn't realise until later the night I posted it that that had several layers of meaning. Also, I realised there was a mistake in there which I will have to go and change. Hope I didn't scare you away with my totally random Gimli story.

Coolio02 - Yes, this must be quite frustrating for Glorfindel, but I am betting it would also be frustrating for those around him too, though not as much. That is what this chapter is meant to be showing.

Ellie - Yes, everyone gets to suffer in this story. Glad you like it so far.

Lynn-G - I am glad you liked the last chapter. Yes, poor everyone indeed. I am trying to make it known that this is not only affecting Glorfindel but everyone around him as well.

Barbara Kennedy - Yes, something will have to happen to break him out of his depression. I already have that decided upon, but it won't happen just yet. Soon, but not yet. Yes, I feel sorry for Elrond and Erestor as well. Trying to help Glorfindel when the silly hurt Elf refuses to be helped...

Brunette89 - I am glad you like the plot I have thought up. I was trying for originality and Glorfindel angst, which there is not enough of. Most people make him out to be a joker like Elladan and Elrohir. I can't see him acting that way, at least all the time, and though he might be smiling constantly and quite....joyful, I still see him as a warrior above all else. I won't let you slap him...he has enough on his plate as it is.