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Erestor could take it no longer. Long after the flute was lowered from his lips, and Glorfindel had taken him back to his rooms, he mused about Alimra. It did not sit well with him, watching her from the shadows, when she did not even know who he was. She knew him as the gentle soul who haunted the library, not Erestor, the keeper of the tomes. He, who had saved her life over a fortnight ago. And he knew she would hate him had he told her that a week ago. Maybe now she would see reason. He took himself towards the door, and down the hall. His eyes saw none of the corridor that he walked down, for they were clouded with a white haired dancer.
He turned into the corridor to where she slept, and was brought sharply out of his reverie by a smear of crimson trickling beneath one of the doors. Her door…Her blood. He ran to the door, and threw his weight against it, determined to see if she was alright. The door splintered, then flew open, and he was brought up in shock at the sight that met him. Alimra lay at his feet, her white hair stained red with blood, which flowed freely from three thick gashes on her wrist. The wrist guard gone, he could see that her arms were a network of scars and newly healed wounds. He knelt beside her, taking her sluggishly bleeding wrist between his hands, and staunching the blood flow with his own robes. Her skin was as white as her hair.
"Älimra!"he roared, trying to awake her. "Alimra! Open your eyes. You must wake!" she lay as though in death, her breathe shallow and her flesh clammy. He looked around for someone, anyone, and saw Glorfindel sleepily stick his head around the door, Erestor's cries having awoken him. He quickly snapped awake at the sight that met him, and he ran to fetch Elrond. Erestor cradled her in his arms, holding the wad of his robes firmly over her wounds. Elrond entered then, kneeling beside her, opposite to Erestor.
"Show me my friend. What has happened?" and then even Glorfindel, who had seen many a wound in his long life time as a warrior paled at the sight of the three gashes on her wrist, and the network of scars that surrounded it. Elrond, his mouth set in a firm line, did what he could.
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A/N:I know, a really short chapter again, but I was just so happy to see reviews that I had to give you this. I oculdn't wait any longer! Thankyou all who reviewed. Crecy, great to hear from you again! Anck-su-Naman. Slashfest. Why is it that nearly all stotries with Erestor and Glorfindel end up that way? I got sick of it.lol. and thanks fopr your feedback about the phrasing. I knew it was an intense chapter, iwasn't sure how it would be taken. I'm glad it ended up working.
And Shary, thanks for your feedback. I know. Haldir should definitely not be dead on screen. HE LIVES! enjoy