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"Glorfindel put away your sword." Erestor murmured quietly. So far they had managed to avoid any contact with the orcs. It was either by sheer luck or the Valar's will, but the advisor was not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. "Rest and save your strength."
Glorfindel shook his head dizzily. "Nay, I will be ready to fight when the time comes."
"There is no one to fight right now."
Glorfindel panted from exertion and pain everything was hazy again. He did not realize that he had slipped into the Quendi speech. "I will not be taken prisoner by orcs. I will not leave you to fight alone."
Erestor's eyebrows rose. It was odd to hear someone speak so fluently in the High Tongue, but then Glorfindel hailed from the first age. Erestor tried to sooth his charge as he slid his hand down around the handle of the elder elf's sword. "Glorfindel you are delirious."
"The orcs..." The seneschal muttered tightening his grip on the hilt. "I will not be taken prisoner."
"I swear my friend you will not be taken prisoner or die by their hand. I swear this."
Glorfindel nodded before slumping against the dark haired elf unconscious. His fingers loosened and Erestor was finally able to pull the sword free. He would keep his promise to the blonde elf, no matter what.
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Erestor was becoming increasingly uneasy as the sun sank lower and lower in the sky. The woods around them rang with orc activity. The horse was tired but was becoming more and more skittish as they traveled. The stallion was not a warhorse, which Erestor briefly lamented, but the animal was loyal to him. Meril suddenly reared jostling Glorfindel and causing him to wake. The elf gave an involuntary cry as white heat raced up his side nearly sending him back into the realm of unconsciousness.
"Meril noro lim!" Erestor cried digging his heels into the horse's sides.
The stallion raced off as shrieks and shrill yells sounded in the darkened woods around them. Orcs suddenly appeared in front of them and the stallion dug in his heels twisting to bolt to the left. Erestor swung his sword dispatching the nearest enemies his right arm still firmly around the huddled Glorfindel. Again the stallion kept ahead of their pursuers but the orcs seemed to come from all sides and out of nowhere. Several times Erestor was forced into close combat so they could continue retreating. Half-delirious and pain-ridden, Glorfindel just managed to stay on the horse by himself.
They would be caught Erestor realized. The horse was exhausted and Glorfindel was in no condition to fight. He came to a decision quickly. Erestor pulled the tiring stallion to a halt before sliding off and pulling his sword free.
"Erestor, what are you doing?" Glorfindel panted straightening as best he could.
"Ride, I will distract them."
"What?"
"The horse is ready to collapse under both our weight and you are wounded. We will never make it to the border in time. Ride."
Glorfindel shook his head, stopping the motion as his vision swam. "No Erestor I will not leave you here."
Erestor glared at him. "You have no choice."
Glorfindel rose to his full command. "Erestor get back on this horse now!"
"You may command the guard Lord Glorfindel but you do not command me." Erestor replied succinctly. "Noro lim Meril. Noro lim e Imladris."
Glorfindel gave a yelp as the stallion surged forward. He managed to tighten his grip on the mane as the horse raced away. He called for him to stop but the horse ignored his commands listening only to those of his true rider. Glorfindel looked back to see Erestor watching them before turning to face the dark tide coming from behind. He heard an elven war cry before the Noldor elf was lost from view.
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Erestor stumbled forward as the rope was jerked biting into the abraded skin at his wrists. He clenched his teeth ignoring the jeering orcs around him as he struggled to keep his feet. It had been a small miracle he had lasted as long as he had fighting the brutes. He had hoped that he would have fallen in battle but the orcs had been careful in taking him alive. Although with their current treatment of him he wasn't sure how much longer that would be.
Erestor's body was one giant ache. He honestly didn't think there was one part of him that wasn't bruised. His side ached fiercely he was sure from a broken rib making it difficult at times to breath. The pain would keep him from crying out he thought with wry amusement, not that he would give them the satisfaction. He was determined to die silently at their hands and not beg for mercy.
It was a blessing to see the orcs that had followed after Glorfindel returning empty handed. The elder elf had gotten away for that he was truly thankful. He knew he would not. He had resigned himself to the fact that he would die here. They were not due back at Imladris until tomorrow's eve. It would take Glorfindel several more hours until he made it home. A rescue party would not make it here in time.
A heavy fist curled in Erestor's dark hair jerking his head back. Erestor looked into cold yellow eyes feeling detached from the whole scene. The orc growled something at him but Erestor kept silent which seemed to agitate the creature even more. The orc growled again and this time he was jerked up as the other monsters threw the rope over a tree limb. They lifted him until his feet dangled over the ground.
The advisor could feel the rope biting into his wrists even more and the broken rib hampered his breathing making it even more labored. The pain had seemed to distance itself from him as he had settled into a state of peace. He didn't know why he felt so calm or detached but he was willing to go with it. Maybe he was dying. His sharp mind was curious about the whole thing. He had never died before. It was a shame he had never talked to Glorfindel much about this aspect of the warrior's life. The orcs around him seemed to be aggravated about his current 'lack of cooperation.' He watched quietly as what must be the leader of this rabble pick up a large piece of wood and advance on him. He actually had the piece of mind to think that this time whatever they intended for him might actually hurt as the beast moved behind him. The heavy club hit Erestor in the small of the back with such force that the restraints nearly gave. Blinding hot pain seared through the elf's body before he passed into blessed relief.
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Azla: thanx for all the reviews hon. I really apprieate them and I'm very glad you like the stories.
Haldir's Heart and Soul: if I tell you it will ruin the future chapter
Arrina: I hope this chapter answered your questions somewhat. Glorfindel hates being helpless.
The Drinking Game: I know. I only have two kinds of english bad english and even worse english. :)
seeing-spots: glad your enjoying it.
Sirth: sorry dear I can't post anymore faster. Not unless I find more typing time which RL stops that.
Stoneage Woman: Aragorn hit by a tree! I think there are enough fics out there torturing Aragorn and Legolas. I'll think about it though. Thanx very much.
Mischa Kitsune: I think people forget the elements too quickly and relay a lot on orc, though there are orcs in this.
Golden Elf: The remodeling looks great so far thanx. Glad you like the story. I love stories with Glorfy and Erestor.
Sielge: Thanx dear I hope you are still enjoying the story.
Linnath: That one just popped into my head when I was describing him and missed revision. Got to quit daydreaming when I'm writing.
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