Glorfindel wallowed in his grief. The wine bottles strewn around him grew in number, as he slowly tried to drink himself into oblivion. Elrond found him passed out amongst the glass, and shaking his head at his friends sorrow, he, with a guards assistance, had him taken away from his room, which had become a wallow of self pity, and into the light of the healing rooms.
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Life after that night of shadows and hurt took on a routine for Sallahra and Haldir that was neither pleasant nor lively. But it passed the time. Every morning, she would leave Haldir's side, and scrub her skin until it reddened. Once Haldir had left the talan, she would walk amongst the silent boughs, or sit staring into an empty fire place. Haldir would often come home to find her this way. And for awhile, he would make her forget all that had occurred. He had no illusions about their relationship, if it could be called that, he knew she did not love him, and that he was not the one she wanted. But that did not matter to him. He did not love her either. But for the time being, he wanted her, and it took away some of his own loneliness. And longing, for the one who would not have him.
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For Glorfindel, however, he was determined to make himself forget. When he was not drinking, he was riding his horse, often recklessly, as though the faster he went, the further away he could become from the sound of her voice ringing in his ears. He took a new lover every night, unable to bear the loneliness that darkness seemed to bring. It would seem that he intended to carry on this way forever, and perhaps would have, if Elrond had not brought an abrupt end to his wallowing.
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"I'm afraid I have no other choice in the matter, Glorfindel," Elrond said, looking sternly at his sorry excuse for a seneschal. Hardly having slept off the effects of last nights wine, it was a wonder the elf was even dressed properly. "You must go to Lorien to liaise with Celeborn's advisor about the trade patterns once more. I can send no one else."
Glorfindel sat in a chair, unable to support his own weight any longer. When had he gotten so heavy? He was no larger than usual, but now he struggled to remain upright.
"But I can not go to Lorien, Elrond. I have duties here…"
"That your second in command has been handling quite competently for sometime now, due to your sudden fascination with liquor. You will go to Lorien Glorfindel, and that is my final word on the matter. You have been wallowing around in your own misery for far too long. I tolerated your drinking like a fish, and your bed sport with every maiden within Imladris, but I will not tolerate you neglecting your duties." Elrond then returned to writing on the parchment in front of him, and Glorfindel knew he had been dismissed. Had he been completely sober, he perhaps would have felt ashamed of his behavior. Or maybe, had he not been bereft of most of his senses, he would have noticed Elrond's low chuckle, and twinkle of triumph in his eye as the Seneschal left.
A/N: Another very short chapter, I grant you, but the next few will be lengthy, so these ones ha to be short. Let me know what your all thinking no. and thankyou all for your lovely reviews!And I know Haldir is a bit of an ass, but he can't be all cuddles. Hes suffering to. In a way, he's comforting her the only way he knows how. From a weird, twisted perspective anyway.lol. thankyou all!