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"Erestor, watch out!" Glorfindel's shout of warning was aimed at his beloved and it came too late as much to his horror Glorfindel saw his beloved fall from his horse the moment the orcs attacked. Pure rage and fright overcame him when he saw Erestor's prone body on the ground but he had mere moments before the vile beasts descended upon himself.

He sprung from his horse, landing heavily upon the muddy ground as he raced towards Erestor. Drawing his knife with one fluent motion, cursing himself for not brining more weapons he shielded Erestor, even as he mentally reached out towards his beloved.

Erestor!

Erestor! Wake up and answer me!

Glorfindel?

The answer was groggy but real and for one moment Glorfindel could have wept with relief but as he eyed the snarling hideous creatures that were circling ever closer, looking at them with their flashing eyes as they held their rustic blades.

Erestor, get to your feet if you can. We need to fight!

My fall has not impaired my vision, Glorfindel.

The snapped comment sounded so like Erestor that Glorfindel allowed himself a small grin. He knew he should reach out through the bond and find out if Erestor was alright but if one of the orcs decided to attack, he wouldn't be able to defend himself. He had no choice but to wait.

There were six orcs, bulky creatures but Glorfindel knew that more were coming. For a moment he cursed the idea he had to go riding with Erestor. The funny part was that they weren't even that far from the borders of Rivendell.

They circled them and Glorfindel could hear how Erestor drew his own blade. He wondered for a moment when the last time had been that his beloved had been in a fight, it must have been centuries ago before this time of peace.

He could feel the firm back against his own as he tensed, waiting for the moment before one of the orcs attacked. It couldn't be long. And it wasn't. It was a movement out of the corner of his eye and Glorfindel stepped aside the moment the orc lunged, he jammed his knife up and straight into the orc's chest, spinning immediately as he kicked the gasping creature away.

From that moment on the battle had started, Glorfindel ducked, jumped, kicked and rolled out of the way. His knife struck flesh and his first hit the soft tissue of the throat of one of the orcs, breaking the neck with a snap.

He growled, hissed and snarled at the orcs, unaware of those around him except for his next opponent and the best way to kill him. The battle raged in his veins, making him sing out with the blood thirst as he disposed of one orc after the other.

His knife sang in his hand and Glorfindel could no longer feel anything except when the next orc would strike. His heart throbbed in his ears as the blood rushed quickly in his body, fueled by his hatred for these creatures which sought to harm him and his husband.

He did not see Erestor as he spun, struck, blocked and jumped out of the way. His breathing was quick and there was a rush in his ears as his keen eyes sought out the next opponent. But there were none.

Dazed Glorfindel looked around. The orcs had been disposed off, that much was clear as the stench assailed his sensitive nose. He resisted the reflex to gag and focused on the bond. Erestor was alive, he could feel it and finally he focused upon his beloved.

His husband's dark eyes were focused on him but Erestor's clothes were covered in blood. Glorfindel's heart nearly slowed to a stop. He crossed the distance between them as he choked out in a whisper. "Erestor?"

"I'm alright. The blood isn't mine. It was from one of the orcs."

Up close Glorfindel could see that the blood was darker then Erestor's own and he sighed deeply. He gifted his elf with a smile before he pulled Erestor again him, causing the smaller elf to yelp. Pain flowed through the bond and immediately Glorfindel drew back as he examined his husband with sharp eyes.

"Where does it hurt?"

"My head is aching and my leg is hurting…"

"Let me see…."

"We do not have the time. More orcs are coming. I can hear their cries in the distance."

It took Glorfindel a moment to focus on his surroundings to realize that what Erestor said was correct. There was the harsh speech of the orcs in the distance. Soon they would come across their fallen comrades and they would realize that elves were present.

With Erestor wounded they needed to be out of reach and soon.

"Can you walk?" Glorfindel asked quickly, trying to tune out the pain that was coming through the bond and to try and send reassurance back. Erestor stared back at him, his dark eyes slightly unfocussed and within a moment Glorfindel had his arm securely wrapped around the narrow waist.

"Just hop along my side." He instructed, beginning to pick a fast pace. He whistled softly, wondering where their horses had gone but they had most likely had been spooked off.

He sighed; the changes of them outrunning the orcs were slimming when he noticed just how badly Erestor was limping. The cries echoed in the distance, raising the hairs on Glorfindel's neck.

"We need to find a save place."

"There should be a cave around here."

"And how would you know that?"

Erestor glared at him and answered. "I spend days looking at maps of this patch of the woods. Do you honestly not think me capable of remember important information…" His husband broke off with a moan and clenched his head.

"Alright, I believe you. We should hurry for they are gaining up on us. Just hold on a while longer, meleth."

I'm trying

Glorfindel made a soft noise under his breath, trying to console his beloved. Fear was swirling around his heart, making him feel restless and anxious. He knew the orcs were gaining up on them, having heard the sounds of battle and having caught their scent.

They were in danger and if they were caught out in the open they would be dead. He would try to protect Erestor for as long as he could while he told the other elf to flee….

"Glorfindel?" The warrior snapped back to attention to find his beloved looking at him. They were standing near the river, the river was small, and a mere side branch of the Bruinen but Glorfindel could hear the roar of the waterfall up ahead.

The path was rocky but if only they could cross to the other side, it would buy them time if they could hide out in the forest ahead and disappear….

"It is that way. The cave is behind the waterfall. Elrond found it when the elves had to flee centuries ago because of the forces of the dark." Only Erestor would know of the hidden caves that the elves had long ago abandonment. For a moment Glorfindel smiled at Erestor, wishing to kiss the white lips that Erestor kept worrying as they both heard the vile voices that filled the air.

They would need to move quickly. The moment the orcs spotted them, they were dead.

"Are you sure?" Glorfindel asked one last time and Erestor gave a nod. The next moment the elf had to hold on tightly as Glorfindel scooped him up in his arms, holding him tightly as he used quick feet to rush towards the waterfall.

The wet rocks were slippery but Erestor never had a moment of doubt about the strength and safety of the arms that held him. Glorfindel would never drop him, would never allow him to fall and as he secured his arms around the neck of his husband while the strong legs found the sure steps that took them behind the waterfall and into the cave.

Xx

Glorfindel kept his arms wrapped around Erestor tightly as he listened to the horrible language of the creatures that were searching for them behind the waterfall. Erestor had fallen into an uneasy sleep, his dreams disturbed by the sound of the orcs and the pain in his head and leg.

Glorfindel was worried. He had no idea how dire the wounds of his husband were. He had carded his hands through the thick black hair to find a good sized lump there but his experience as a healer was sorely lacking when it had to do with head wounds.

He murmured softly to still Erestor as he focused on the bond. He could feel the pain his husband was in but he could not do anything about it.

So he listened to the sound of the orcs as they passed the place where they were hiding, continuing on their way and he prayed to every Valar he knew that the orcs would not find them.

There was no escape then. The cave was narrow and long but Glorfindel had no idea if there was another exit. He had not gone to check, not wishing to leave Erestor on his own when his elf was wounded and in desperate need of aid.

For a brief moment he hoped that his horse had managed to find the way to Rivendell on his own as he had taught it. He wondered, would his beloved animal know what was expected of him and get the necessary help for his master?

His horse was an intelligent animal, that was for certain but Glorfindel had never pushed his horse to the limits before and certainly not at a time of danger.

Erestor moaned and Glorfindel's hand tightened around Erestor's shoulder.

"Are they gone yet?"

"No, they are still out there. I can hear them and I think that they are moving away."

"Do you suppose anybody has noticed that we are missing yet?"

"The sun is setting. I think Elrond is beginning to understand that we are in danger. How are you feeling?"

"I'm feeling better. I'm not so dizzy anymore and my head is no longer aching quite as bad. But we cannot leave this place without becoming hunted by the orcs." Erestor sat up a little straighter, wincing.

"Let us just hope that they will not find us."

And just then, the worst happened. "I can smell the elves!"

Glorfindel and Erestor could only look at one another.

I hope you liked it. Yes, evil cliffy, I know, ha-ha. It seems that this story has lost the beta readers so I'm looking for a new one. Somebody who is willing to put in the time and effort to make sure this story flows well. Email me or pm me if you're interested. Review of course.