Disclaimer: Not mine, so, so obviously not mine! But borrowed...with every intention of returning it...
Glorfindel pulled on his gloves, tying the leather laces tightly about his wrists with his slender fingers. He tossed his head, and his long blond hair caught the light, glimmering like the sun on the snow on a spring morn. His blue eyes shone with the determination of the task in hand, his Mission.
He made his way to the stables, his light feet causing no sound on the ground of Rivendel, the wind in the trees was not more soundless.
In the stables, Asfaloth stamped the ground in anticipation of the journey as Glorfindel entered. The elf touched the brow of his steed with one pale hand, and closed his eyes, silently thanking Asfaloth for bearing his burden to come.
When he opened his eyes again, and looked into the dark eyes of the horse, he noticed, just for a split second, a shadow of a reflection move in the mirror of those pools….
That was about all he saw, before assuming a faintly puzzled expression on his face….and falling gently sideways.
Arwen Undomiel, Evenstar of her people, in which the likeness of Luthien had come again on earth, delicately tucked a hair back into place, and stood the elegant, yet heavy shovel back in its place against the stable wall.
Humming gently to herself, she took the unconscious Glofindel by the legs, and dragged him into a stall, covering him carefully with straw. Arwen brushed down her riding robes, sighed contentedly, and mounted the now rather confused horse, taking the reigns with a firm, confident hand.
'Now', she thought, a determined look in her eyes, 'we'll see if the story can't be changed…..'