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Note: Thank you for the reviews. I'm so sorry that it has taken me so long to update this story. I assumed that I updated earlier but I seem to have been mistaken. Anyway, let's begin.

Glorfindel pretended that the slow trot of the horse didn't bother him that much. He kept a firm grip on his husband's slim waist. Erestor was still out cold due to the sleeping potion and Glorfindel had all the time in the world to gaze upon the handsome face. Erestor was pale, too pale for his liking but Elrond insisted that he would mend fully. Glorfindel was glad for that.

"How are you holding up, Glorfindel?" Glorfindel turned his head to look at Elrond as the lord rode beside him, magnificent on his horse.

"I'm doing well, my lord." Glorfindel refused to show how much he was hurting. That was neither the time nor the place. He needed to be strong for Erestor now.

"You know I could ride with Erestor if that is what you want. He is merely drowsing and the sleeping potion is not really all that powerful. It merely helps him to give in easier." Elrond pulled his horse up next to Glorfindel so he could inspect his leg. Sure fingers slowly probed the wound and Glorfindel hissed. It hurt like hell and Glorfindel had felt how hot hell had been when he had fought that Balrog. The pain spread up his leg as his hand shook. He forced them away from Erestor, afraid he would hurt his husband.

The white horse underneath him slowed to a stop, sensing his master's distress. The company around them slowed to a stop as well before they spread out, intending to keep the area safe. "I think that you should allow Erestor to ride with somebody else and come and ride with me so that you can give that leg of yours some rest." Elrond's voice was the voice of a healer and Glorfindel knew his friend would brook no argument from him.

"I could allow Glorfindel to ride with me so that you can keep an eye upon lord Erestor." Rowlen drew up next to them and Glorfindel hid his groan. His second in command was a well mannered elf and he liked him but how must this look to his men?

Rowlen was always kind and he would not seek to embarrass Glorfindel so he nodded and finally said. "Very well, I shall sit behind you then. There is no need for you to support my weight. I am not a helpless maiden."

"If that is what you prefer, sir." Rowlen was wise to keep his opinion to himself. Glorfindel sighed and then slowly dismounted. He allowed Elrond to swing up behind Erestor, doing so quickly and efficiently without even disturbing the slumbering elf. Glorfindel stood blinked still when Rowlen held a hand down to his general so Glorfindel could swing up.

Glorfindel tried to swing up in one go but his leg refused to cooperate. It nearly buckled under the pressure and Glorfindel swallowed thickly before he took a deep breath and mounted the horse. He settled behind Rowlen, ignoring the pain that throbbed in his thigh. He would not show any weakness in front of his people, not to those men that had fought alongside of him.

"Are you alright, Glorfindel?"

Glorfindel wanted to snap but he took another deep breath and then said. "I am in pain but the discomfort is no worse than it was while I was riding."

"You should ask something for the pain from Elrond but I shall take care not to jostle you too much, mellon nin."

"I thank you for that, Rowlen."

"It was the same thing you did when I was in this position and I know how embarrassing it can be. But you have nothing to be ashamed off, you are among friends." Glorfindel allowed himself to be placated. He knew that it was a silly fear but for as long as he could remember tales of his bravery had outflow his reputation. He was used to being brave and Erestor was the only one who ever saw him afraid. Except for this time, this time Glorfindel had kept himself bravely together because if he showed his fear then Erestor would be upset as well and he didn't want that for his wounded husband.

He stretched, wincing as it pulled at the wound on his leg before he relaxed and allowed his mind to drift. He knew that Elrond always travelled with his best men so they did not need to fear that they would be attacked. But how could he have missed the orcs so completely? He always watched for these things.

It was partly his fault that Erestor was hurt. He sighed. It wasn't easy to protect his husband when the orcs were so hell bend on destroying the elves, it could not be done. Glorfindel should be lucky that neither of them had paid with their lives.

They would be well again and they would hunt down those orcs. They would pay with their lives, Glorfindel swore. He would make them pay for harming his Erestor.

He must have fallen asleep at one point because he was gripped in the memory of his city burning. The orcs and dark forces had attacked and Glorfindel and a select few had fought back, allowing the others to flee. He shook his head sharply, the memory of the Balrog burning his flesh. It had been agony until his body had finally released his spirit and he had woken up in the Halls of Mandos. He suppose that he should have been glad that he had been given another chance because if it hadn't been for him to get his body back then he wouldn't have met Erestor and fallen in love with him.

He sighed and opened his eyes. His place should be with Erestor now. He glanced around and found that Elrond was riding beside him, his arms around his old friend and holding Erestor gently yet tightly. It was almost as if Elrond could feel Glorfindel's eyes upon him because he turned and smiled as he said.

"He will be alright, Glorfindel. He responds well to me but he is in pain. There is no swelling of his brain but he will have a headache for a few days. He has suffered a blow to the head but eventually the confusion, dizziness and all other symptoms will fade with some rest. How is your leg, my friend?"

"I am not sure. I do not think I can stand on it."

"You could have just told me that you wanted to spend more time in bed with your husband. I would have gladly given you the days off instead of having you ride off and us having to come in search for you."

"You know that we did not mean to frighten you."

"I know, Glorfindel. Be at ease, my friend. II know that you do not go and seek for trouble, it usually comes out and finds you without help." Glorfindel shook his head when he saw the gentle smile on Elrond's face. The worst part about this joke was probably that Elrond thought he was being funny. "You could at least pretend that you like it." Elrond finally grumbled and Rowlen laughed.

"See, Rowlen likes my jokes."

"That is because you are his lord and he is afraid that you will make him move out."

"Oh and you are not afraid of that?"

"You cannot live without me so I have nothing to fear. And besides, if you make me move then Erestor will move with me and I know for a fact that you cannot live without him because he is the reason your paperwork is always up to date. You cannot fire us or make us move or anything else." Glorfindel had to laugh but it jostled his body too much and that was hurting him.

"You are rambling." Elrond saw fit to inform him, steering his horse around a large bolder. They were close to Rivendell and Glorfindel could not wait to be in his own bed, with his arms around Erestor and he could sleep.

He knew that a fuss was going to be made when they arrived home, their wounds had to be seen to, there would be people who wanted to come and say hello and make certain that they were safe. And no doubt the children would want to see for themselves that they were well. Glorfindel sighed; it seemed that his bed was going to be a long way off.

Elrond must have caught his look because he asked. "Do you long for home?"

"Of course I do. I do not usually take kindly to being chased across the woods by a band of orcs when I am on vacation with my beloved. This was supposed to be part of our honeymoon but then I suppose when I'm off duty then the woods go to the orcs as we can all see."

"Oh shush you or I'm bucking you off the horse and you can find somebody else to ride with." Rowlen suddenly cut in. Glorfindel grimaced. He realized what he had said.

Rowlen was in command when Glorfindel was absent, wounded or otherwise unable and he had just insulted his friend.

"I apologize."

"It is alright. If you can joke around with my skills then I'm sure that you feel better." Rowlen looked over his shoulder and grinned at Glorfindel. Glorfindel merely shook his head. These were supposed to be his friends and they were busy taunting him when he was wounded.

Glorfindel, where are we? I can barely sense you.

You have been drugged my love.

But you aren't riding behind me. I do not know these hands that hold me even when they are very gentle.

Elrond is riding behind you. I kept falling asleep and my leg is hurting pretty bad. I'm riding with Rowlen.

I would have loved to see that sight. But I'm too tired at the moment. I...I think I will go back to napping. Will you wake me once we are home?

Yes, once we are in bed and you are in my arms, that is home to me…

And despite Glorfindel saying that he would never drift off on a horse, he laid his head against Rowlen's shoulder and fell asleep, dreaming of home.

I hope you liked it. So the next chapter will be about their homecoming. I know it is slightly shorter but I'm so tired and my life has been way to hectic so be glad that it is done. Review please.