A/N: I don't usually write angst. Infact, I never have. I was reading a few stories and laughing about how Glorfindel is always getting the short end of the situation. To fully, and I mean fully fully, understand why I am writting this read Smile, It Scares People (very, very funny). Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleeeeeeeeeaaasssseee review and if you are feeling specially nice, make it constructive. Everyone give brownies to my master, LarzRuscoBombadillo. I can't decide if I should make this into humor and add another chapter or two.
Falling Apart
Glorfindel peered down over the side of the bridge. The frost-bitten wind played with his long blond hair. He shivered; his robes could not drive out the chill that was growing in his heart. What had he done this time, to offend the Valar? His usually bright smile was turned down by sorrow, by the cruelty of the Eldar. He felt foolish; this was so childish and immature. What would Elrond say if he were here?
"No. It is deplorable ignorance that puts these thoughts into your head. Of course we don't want to send you away." He could almost hear Elrond lie between his teeth.
Glorfindel almost laughed at the morbid humor of his naivety. They all hated him. Every one of them.
And he hated them.
"You are always welcome here." Lie.
"Of course we want you to be with us." Lie.
"Oh, Glorfie, I love you, you silly twit!" Lie.
How could you hate me when all I ever wanted to be was you?
How could you love me when all you gave me were open wounds?
He shivered, and the first flakes of snow fell.
Steam was rising slowly off the top of the river and dancing upwards into the crisp air. It looked so warm, so comforting. But would it accept him? No one else would. All of them turned him away. Every one of them.
And he would turn away from them.
There was nothing left.
Sinking in a sea of self.
Deception never sold so well.
The Elf leaned out over the edge...
Regret, like I have not.
Pain, like I don't want.
I start to claw. gotta get outa here.
I've got
to
GOTTA GET OUT!
...and he let go.
END (or is it)