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Liquid Diamonds	By : redkiwi Category: +Second Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1748 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Back in his rooms, Glorfindel slammed the door behind him, not caring if he disturbed the guards or other inhabitants that called this citadel home. He stormed into his bedchamber, flinging himself onto the bed. Unmoving, he laid there, and the minutes that passed saw him neither stir or exhibit any expression of his emotions. Deceptively, he sprawled out, laying still, serene and almost peaceful. However, in his mind, a steady stream of thoughts boiled within. Beyond frustrated and unable to subdue what welled within, he finally sat upright, as if his anger and frustration had erupted within him. He heard the rustling of thousands of leaves outside and he stood, as if entranced by the sound, moving out to the balcony. With a racing mind he looked beyond the city in the glade, and out into the forest that surrounded them. He breathed deep, but the beauty of the forest just could not settle his mood and bring him solace.
There would be no alliance with Oropher's people. He had failed. All the weeks he had spent in days of frustrations, in reflection, in the wonderment of the Greenwood, had all ended in complete and utter failure. Glorfindel turned away from the forest, not caring to let its beauty charms ensnarl him anymore. He wasn't use to failure, and he returned back to his bed. There he sat numb, unmoving, stunned. But he knew that his debate with Oropher was over. Oropher's words had been his final verdict. And Glorfindel was coming to believe that there would be no more room for debate, rebuttal, or even reconsideration with the Greenwood King.
He had been ordered to leave in the morning, and he would. And with this knowing, his heart broke, it bleed. His head hurt, and his soul cried out from within. This was not suppose to be the outcome. He was not suppose to fail. Had this not been why Gil-galad had sent him here, to breathe reason into the Greenwood King? He had argued his points, and Oropher knew his words were true. But Oropher would not see reason, even if that shadow had fallen across his heart, and he knew that peace would never come until Sauron was destroyed.
Glorfindel continued to sit on the bed defeated, tired. He thought of the past long weeks. The journey here to the Greenwood had started with such excitement, with wonderment, with the pull of a yearning to see and know these great lands. And he had found all of that here, and even more than he had expected. But it all had crumbled down around him in complete and utter failure.
And then there was Thranduil.
He let that other's name enter his mind. He was pained to now have to walk away from that beautiful enigma. What a mess he had made and what a bigger mess he was leaving now. Glorfindel saw it within the other's eyes, the want, the need, the love.
He shuddered. Love was not the intent he had anticipated nor had he wanted. How had Thranduil so easily turned from infatuation, to lust and then to love? That emotion was in his eyes, so vividly reflected from the burning in his heart. And Glorfindel felt guilt, and wondered if he should have just resisted those advances, and if he should have denied the surrender of his will. But oh how he had enjoyed it all, and yearned for it still.
Glorfindel sighed, and he felt almost lost. His relationship with Thranduil did not matter now. It was over, even though it had just begun. He was leaving, and Thranduil would remain, and he doubted their paths would ever cross again. Oropher would make sure of that. And if the flames of war did not claim them both, they would only live apart, steadfast in their respective lands. The time they had spent together here would simply be a moment in the vast's of time, a bright star within the folds of their immortal lives whose cherished light would soon dim to nothing but a distant memory. They both would move on, because Glorfindel knew their love could never be.
A gentle rapping on his chamber door drew him from his thoughts. Glorfindel sat unmoving, knowing who it was who came to him now. He should rise, he thought, but his legs just would not move. Again the knock on his door sounded, and again he gave just his pause. No words, no movement. Again another knock came with much more force, sounding like the other had slammed his fist into the door with all of the crashing of his emotions.
Glorfindel knew that Thranduil was just as angry as he was, but even more so, because his anger was fueled by love. A love that just could not be. He waited for the knocking to come again, but instead the still silence was all that followed. Glorfindel still sat on his bed, too pained to move, too beaten to care. He would leave this place, and his mood would clear. The peaceful valley in Imladris would heal him and his strength would return. Thranduil would fade like the stars in the sky. The fine of his light would slowly dim within his eyes, and within his mind. There was simply no room or place for a love between them. He would lock his heart away and he would find joy and pleasure in others. And Thranduil had to learn that lesson as well. The Greenwood could never be his home.
Glorfindel rose now, satisfied with his logic. Anor would soon set, and Ithil would soon start her journey across the night sky. He frowned. His journey had begun in promise, in hope, but it had only ended in failure. And war was coming. The coming days seemed now so bleak, so uncertain. He knew that dinner was starting, but he could not partake. He little wanted to face those smug faces and eyes celebrating their victory.
What victory was it however? He wondered what price they would ultimately pay when finally their isolation would know its repercussions? How bitter would the Greenwood's tears be? Would those tears fall like liquid diamonds, flowing without solace from the souls who called this forest home? The forest's true gems would be left alone, falling within the darkness.
Thranduil had seen it, he knew it, but his words had been met with scorn and with silence. Ignored, ridiculed, twisted. But Oropher would heed not his words. Glorfindel knew he saw the signs, he knew he recognized the warnings. He knew that Oropher understood the consequences. And yet, he would not act, believing the fight was not for him or his people. And Glorfindel too felt as if the bitter tears that had yet to be shed would instead well up now within him. His soul bleed, his heart was pained, and he was helpless to it all. All his might, his power, his wisdom had not caused Oropher to see that reason.
There was nothing more for him to do here. He looked over his items, and slowly began packing them away. He would leave the Greenwood before the dawn, and he wondered if he would ever look back.
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Night had settled now over the heart of Greenwood. Ithil was shinning above the canopy, although her light was masked below with the forest's broad and countless leaves. Glorfindel had finally ventured out from his rooms, and he walked, unhindered by the guards or residents who called this forest home. He moved as if in a dream, taking in the surreal realization of having lost. There was no alliance with the Greenwood, and he felt no hope. He looked on the faces of the guards that he passed by in the halls. They regarded him not and Glorfindel wandered about their fates. He wondered if their paths would ever cross again.
The halls were mostly empty, with dim hanging lanterns that cast dancing shadows on the stone floor and tall arched walls. The shadows moved as if they too wept for the uncertainty that they all faced. Dark and foreboding, the citadel seemed different now. No sounds penetrated through the thick walls, and Glorfindel's silent footsteps could not even penetrate through to his despondent mind. It was as if he did not walk, so silent was his footsteps.
He really did not have a destination that he wished to find. He simply wanted to take these distant halls in one last time, knowing he would most likely never return to Oropher's realm. The madness that was Oropher's labyrinth of halls was the only distraction that could ease his aching heart, and mounting anger. And the maddening design was working. His mind was clearing, and he felt an uneasy calm start to replace the disappointment he was feeling. His reflection was interrupted when he sensed a familiar presence. Glorfindel stopped, realizing that he was not alone.
"Ah, the Lord Glorfindel does still haunt our halls." Thranduil's words were cold, and his eyes were icy, so unlike the sparking gems that had greeted him throughout his stay. "I thought you perhaps had already left us." Thranduil walked in front of him, eyes piercing with the emotions that pulled through him.
"I leave on the morrow, Thranduil." Glorfindel kept his words even, unfaltering, strong.
"So it is true. You give up so easily?"
The words could have easily been a lament on more than just his anger or the failed alliance, but Glorfindel chose only to address that topic. "There is nothing more that I can say nor do. Your King's mind is set."
Glorfindel regarded his friend. Thranduil's face reflected his anger, and his hurt. His eyes still reflected the ice of his temperament, cold and slightly dejected. He made no effort to mask his emotions, letting every single manifestation from his heart and soul reflect through his eyes and face.
Glorfindel pondered Thranduil's question. A part of his heart did want to stay and fight, and not just for the alliance. But the greater part of his heart also knew of the complications of their relationships, and he knew that he was only driving the divide between Oropher and Thranduil further. He had to go now. Creating a rift between father and son was the last thing the Greenwood needed. Both Oropher and Thranduil needed each other, and needed their strong connection when war finally would come to these lands. Glorfindel was playing a dangerous game, and he feared the outcome.
"I will not continue to be that something that divides you from your father. For the sake of the Greenwood, your people, you two need to stand together."
"If you really care for the Greenwood's people, you would somehow find a way to forge this alliance."
"No, my friend." Glorfindel shook his head, finally realizing why he had been sent here. It was so poignantly simple. "The power to persuade Oropher to align was never to be found in me. It is however, in you."
He watched as Thranduil's eyes regarded him with the confusion of his words, large green eyes demanded a further explanation.
"I understand it all now, that if an alliance is to happen, it will be so because of you. You alone can match your father's will and can convince him to join us in the fight. This request is beyond what I can plead."
"Then what brought you here if you say that you are so powerless? Are you really so presumptuous to believe it was to come here just to bring your strength to me for the challenging of my father?"
"Have you really cared before I came here Thranduil? Or did you just simply live your life under his shadow? In merriment? In carelessness, blowing as an aimless leaf that simply only cared to dance in the wind? Have you ever heard that calling to forget yourself and put everything else before you? There is a greatness in you that even you do not see and recognize. I am not even sure if your father sees this within you, but I recognize it. You burn bright, but you lack purpose. You let Oropher dictate your life and I am not sure why. That is one riddle I have not yet solved about you."
Thranduil's eyes flashed in greater anger now. And for the first time, Glorfindel saw his alabaster skin flush with his emotions. His eyes hardened further, brows narrowed, and he stepped closer to him, mirroring almost Oropher's mannerisms.
But then he stopped, and a smile replaced the scowl on his face. Slowly his features softened, and his eyes were the gentle green of the calm summer forest.
"Such words you speak, but I hear them not because I know what is your aim. You try to push me away, but I will not let you."
"No Thranduil. My words must reach you. I have never known you to ignore wise council. Do not follow the path your father has."
But again, his words were ignored.
"Request another meeting with the King! Petition him! Challenge him! Do not just heed his words and leave on his request! You have evaded his will before. Find another way to do it again!"
Glorfindel shook his head, as he watched the utter breaking of a heart before him. He had not fully understood the full extent of Thranduil's love for him. This was no longer about the alliance, but instead was about the yearning and want he had for him. It was so apparent, so obvious, striped bare like the night sky that spilled the light of its stars. His green eyes were stormy, swimming full of his emotions that seemed to crash within those orbs. Thranduil's eyes pulled his heart to ache, but this could never be. His heart was not his to give to Thranduil, just as Thranduil's heart belonged within and to the Greenwood.
"No, Thranduil. Your King is right. The time for me to depart his lands is now. There is nothing more for me to say or do here. My time has ended here. The little chance of the call to alliance hangs by a single thread, and that thread is in your hands now. My own King and Lord need me now. With that attack on Gondor, the call for a greater alliance would have already commenced. I need to join them now for the planning. There is nothing more for me to do within the Greenwood. You must come to accept this for your own good."
Thranduil laughed a little, but he soon regained his composure, keeping a silent facade when one of his father's guards walked past them. Needing to continue this conversation, Thranduil grabbed Glorfindel, digging his sharp fingernails into the others soft flesh.
Glorfindel knew the act was nothing more than a manifestation of his hurt, and he decided not to protest as Thranduil dragged him into a room. Once inside the room, he expected the conversation to continue, but Thranduil just grinned at him, wicked, as if in jest.
"I would like to give you just one more impression of my home. You'll need something to remember as you make that long journey back." Thranduil murmured, leading him into another passage that opened from its hidden spot within the wall.
Intrigued, Glorfindel did not protest, but instead he followed Thranduil, not at all surprised to learn of more hidden passages to be found within this spiraling citadel. He laughed within as he thought that there was method to the madness, and order within Oropher's paranoia. He curiously now wondered where Thranduil would lead him. The tunnel wound and turned within its walls. Thranduil opened another passage, leading him to who knows where, Glorfindel mused.
"Does your father's madness know no end?" Glorfindel wondered aloud, as they walked down some stairs.
"Sometimes one just needs to move unseen. Now is that not so, dear Glorfindel?"
Glorfindel could only shake his head, not use to this side of Thranduil that he had yet to come across. He didn't like the tone, the bitter bit. It reminded him too much of Oropher, so sardonic. But unlike Oropher, it was the emotions of love, and not hate that drove him. Glorfindel suddenly decided that he was glad to be leaving the Greenwood, as he was too overwhelmed with the strong emotions and duality found within the forest and its inhabitants.
"Is there much further to go?'"
Glorfindel mused, caring not to respond to Thranduil's earlier comment. He almost collided with Thranduil who suddenly had stopped. Thranduil turned, and looked at him. He kept his eyes on him, as he pushed on a panel on the wall, that opened into a very large valeted room. Glorfindel wordlessly followed him in, turning to see that the door they had entered in had vanished behind them.
"The treasury, Thranduil?" Glorfindel was confused.
Thranduil only just smiled at him, as he seated himself on a trunk. His wicked eyes continued to tease Glorfindel, and he let them shine transparent, dripping with his yearning for Glorfindel.
"Why ever would you bring me here?" Glorfindel continued to question, trying to ignore the cryptic behavior of his friend. "Is there a reason?" Glorfindel was lost for an explanation. Maybe he had just driven Thranduil to madness with his words.
"I want to remember you amongst the gems that we treasure, for you will only be a memory to me, locked within the vault of my heart." He held a transparent gem up to his eyes, moving it in his hand, looking through the cuts of the stone that distorted Glorfindel through its light.
Glorfindel grew annoyed and amused all at once. He was upset, exhausted. He didn't want to play these games with Thranduil, but at the same time, he strangely did. The emotions that tore through Thranduil had flushed his skin, and caused his eyes to shimmer more. Thranduil was stunning, and beautiful in his vulnerability of his exposed emotions. No enigma, no mystery.
"And do you like what you see?" Glorfindel continued standing, looking into Thranduil's strangely hypnotic gaze.
"Maybe." Thranduil said, blinking slowly. "Do you not like what you see?"
Glorfindel studied Thranduil once more. His eyes were haunted. His flushed skin still showed the fading signs of the bruising and cuts from his fight. His eyes reflected his longing, his want. And Glorfindel had to admit, this show he was putting on now was strangely effective. It was almost too effective.
'Do not do this.' His legs ignored what his mind commanded. Instead of staying away, he was at Thranduil's side, sitting by him, whose emerald eyes outshone all the treasures that were held within the room.
"You say there is nothing for you here." Thranduil purred, glaring genuinely pained by the cold dismissal that stung his heart.
"It was never meant to be Thranduil. You were not suppose to lose your heart to me. You knew just like I do that your place is here, and this is not my home. Oropher would never welcome me here. You need to let these feelings go."
"And you can just so easily? Run away Glorfindel! Retreat for all I care. But I am not so convinced that this is truly what you want. If your words were true, why are you here beside me now?"
Delusional, Glorfindel thought. Absolutely impossible even. "If I am not mistaken, Thranduil. It was you who dragged me and led me here."
"Led, yes, but I did not drag you. You are strong enough to resist what it is you do not want. But yet, here you are. Ponder me that riddle now." Thranduil smirked. Glorfindel had lost again.
A thousand different thoughts and emotions crashed within Glorfindel's mind and stung at his heart. But the fire in his loins was simply impossible for him to ignore. He grabbed Thranduil, pulling him close for a crushing and controlling kiss. He held tight onto Thranduil's back, forcing the kiss on him, caring not if he hurt his still healing back.
Thranduil accepted the kiss at first, teasing him even with the yearning in it. But then he moved back suddenly, breaking from the kiss and his hold, pushing Glorfindel back onto some rolls of soft delicate fabrics.
"Not so easy!" He growled. "What makes you think that I would continue to let you just keep on taking when your heart is already back in Imladris now?"
"As if you could resist." Glorfindel laughed, with mocking tones evident. "Thranduil the longing you have for me is as plain as the light of day. You would beg for me, if I only asked."
Thranduil smiled, almost daring with his eyes for the command to get on his knees before Glorfindel, but that command did not come. Instead Glorfindel grabbed him close again, pulling Thranduil in for a kiss. But Thranduil moved away, laughing with his anger.
"Do not reach for me, when your heart and mind are already ready to leave."
"Thranduil…." Glorfindel started to speak, but was cut off.
"I do not want to talk, Glorfindel. There is nothing more for us to say."
"Thranduil." Glorfindel pulled Thranduil in gently, with soft and tender caresses. He wanted to illustrate just how much he cared for Thranduil, and to show him just how much this hurt him as well.
Even though Thranduil relaxed and calmed with the embrace and the gentle caresses, he only just pushed Glorfindel away again, fueled with the frustrations of his anger. It wasn't an anger at Glorfindel however, but was instead manifested from his own disgust of his uncontrollable emotions.
"Why do I need you? Why can I not let this go? There is no love that you can give me that would make this alright. Not when your home is where I can not belong. We can not be together, anywhere." He cried out, hanging his head. "I know this, I truly do. This was already over before it began. What ever drove me to taste what could never be mine?"
Glorfindel sighed, understanding the words that Thranduil spoke. His words were like a lament from his own crying heart. "I have no regrets, and will think back fondly of that night. Could you not do the same? Instead of this being your great tormentor, could this no be one of your fondest memories?"
"You flatter yourself." Thranduil laughed, even though he frowned.
"No, what I see within your eyes tells me everything, even what you wish to hide."
"How unfortunate for me then, condemned to yearn for someone who is so easy to give up."
Thranduil's face flashed now, his logic had been lost, completely overwhelmed with the love he felt for Glorfindel. He moved down by him onto the luscious fabrics.
"The love I have for you could melt these very diamonds." Thranduil whispered into Glorfindel's ear.
He then traced the outline of Glorfindel's ear with his finger, slowly, sensuously, eliciting shivers and tingles that ran down Glorfindel's spine. Again, Thranduil's lips were right at Glorfindel's ears. "I see that you tremble under my hand."
Glorfindel laughed as he felt the tingling of his spine move into his heart. His heart beat faster, deifying him and his want to just walk away from this. It pounded with so much emotion. Defeat, pain, exhaustion, and the want to escape this all crashed with his arousal, and the strange illusion that their love was not yet over.
He moved his gaze into Thranduil's eyes, seeing such strength and fire within them. Thranduil was strong. Glorfindel had no doubt that he would be able to be the reason and the strength and fire for the Greenwood. Thranduil somehow would prevail when he had not. He would forge the alliance with the Greenwood and the Noldor. He would be the reason and the force that would see the Greenwood through this war. He would match Oropher. Glorfindel held no doubt.
"Your thoughts linger on me, yet you retreat within your mind. Where has your mind gone just now? What has captured your attention, and would outshine even me?"
Thranduil asked, watching as Glorfindel's attention came back on him. Glorfindel reached for him. This time, Thranduil yielded, as he had come to realize that soon, Glorfindel would be gone, and maybe gone forever. But maybe forever would not be their fates. Maybe their worlds would somehow collide again. The future was so uncertain. He desperately needed to have Glorfindel one last time, and that was the only thought that ran through his mind. The yearning he had for Glorfindel muted all other thoughts in his mind.
Gladly Thranduil yielded to the strong yet tender hands that brushed against his face, and he closed his eyes, trying to stop the flow of tears that wanted to break free. But his heart was simply stronger than his will. He felt an anger rise in the back of his mind when one tear managed to escape from his closed eye. With all the will he had, he forced the rest away, while he quickly wiped the lone tear away in disgust. He took a deep breath, and focused with all of his attention to Glorfindel's rich and melodic voice.
"These emotions are the same for me." Glorfindel watched him wipe his tear away, and he commented on the emotions that he had seen from Thranduil. Glorfindel felt the same. He was not sure what caused his heart to weep more. Was it the failure of alliance, or was it because he had to walk away from Thranduil forever?
"But Thranduil, we both must understand that we have very important roles to play within our own worlds. You and I both love the Greenwood. With the love I have developed for the people here, I would not tear you asunder from those who need you most. The need they have for you outweighs the yearning that I have for you."
Thranduil smiled, and he understood the words that Glorfindel was speaking, however, his heart began to pound more with the pain of knowing that Glorfindel would leave him behind.
"No."
His mind looped back to the emotions that had drove him to pull Glorfindel into this room. "This is not how this ends. We are stronger than Oropher. Will you not go to him, and demand just one more meeting?"
Glorfindel did not respond to the question, but instead he pulled Thranduil down again, fueled by a fire that flamed within his heart and loins. They kissed and although each could feel and taste the emotions that stormed within their hearts and minds, the kiss itself was very satisfying and pulled them both to the forgetting of the failure of the Greenwood's acceptance of the alliance. As they kissed, even the knowing of the ending of their time together vanished, and only the here and now was all that mattered. Soon all that burned within their minds was the desire they had for each other.
Without words they disrobed as quickly as possible, caring not to drag out the gentle and caring foreplay they had shared but just a night before. The lantern light cast down golden hues on their skin, washing them in sensual and warm tones. To Thranduil, Glorfindel's golden hair seemed to come ablaze, shining as liquid gold.
"Show me how you can melt these gems." Glorfindel whispered in his ear. And Glorfindel again pulled him in for a kiss and together they rolled back onto the fabric.
"One last taste." Glorfindel thought, wondering if he and Thranduil would ever reunite. The times of war could tear the lands to ruin, and he desperately wanted one last taste, even if this knowing was nothing more than the delusions of lustful desire.
Glorfindel's eyes focused on Thranduil's tempting lips, but instead of capturing them like he wanted to do, he playfully bit onto the soft flesh of Thranduil's neck. He sucked the skin, while he moved his hands over his body. Thranduil responded hungrily, pulling Glorfindel's face to his own, kissing him back as he embraced the sensations, moaning through his kisses as his body came alive
Whereas their time together last had been gentle in the dizzying fervor of their longing and want, now they were driven by their emotions that manifested in nails and teeth, scratching and biting on tender and heated flesh. Instead of the gentle trails of tender kisses, red angry love bites and scratches marred their skin, from neck to knees. As if by acting out their frustrations, it seemed to them that they would draw ever closer, forging a connection that would bind them together through the ages.
The emotions of their want for each other, the failed agreement of alliance, their impending sundering was the fuel to the catalyst that drove their ardent fervor. Like a mad and hastened dash, they worked each others body, driving with force the mounting release of their want.
Lacking proper lubrication, Glorfindel spit onto his hands before he jammed a finger into Thranduil's eager passage. His actions were rewarded by an arching of an elegant neck, and moans of eagerness, as Thranduil gave into the breach. He gazed up at Glorfindel intensely with a burning fire in his eyes. Glorfindel saw green eyes flash at him with a whirlwind of emotions, igniting Thranduil's eyes in an unnatural intensity. His green orbs burned brighter than the jewels in the room.
Whereas their last embrace was marked with sensuous exploration and wonderment, now Glorfindel worked the preparation of Thranduil quickly, as if to release his frustrations within the fervent pace he sat. Thranduil accepted the preparations with eagerness and hunger, but then he suddenly sat upright, pushing Glorfindel back onto the ground, ignoring his curious gaze. He moved his mouth near Glorfindel's weeping cock, and he took it into his mouth, coating it completely with his own saliva. He then climbed atop Glorfindel, straddling him, looking down at him with his burning green eyes. Down he moved, until he had fully impaled himself onto Glorfindel. Both felt intense pleasure fill them, shooting to their core. Thranduil began to rock his hips, while Glorfindel thrust beneath him, upwards. Pleasure rolled within them, and through their hearts and minds.
A pace that was both maddening but sensuous drove them onward. They moved as if the friction they created would yield an everlasting connection. Maddening as the games of deceit, they fully became engrossed within their pleasure, lost and overwhelmed as their orgasms slowly began to consume them. And Glorfindel opened his eyes to see the warm lantern lights set the room ablaze, as if the room had caught on fire. It was as if Thranduil's words indeed were true, that the passion that they shared now had made all the treasures melt. He closed his eyes, shutting out the spinning room as his mounting release was soon upon him. The only thing stronger than the impending orgasms that they were riding, was the numerous emotions that had fueled them to this release of their emotions and passion.
It didnt take either of them long to orgasm, as both were emotionally and physically exhausted. Thranduil collapsed atop Glorfindel, who pulled him in for a surprisingly tender kiss. Both were spent, physically as well as emotionally. And Thranduil melted into Glorfindel's strong and soothing embrace. Those strong arms wrapped around him like the warm embrace of summer. And even though his body had found release, still his lament could little be silenced. A despondent sigh escaped his lips.
"Tell me when, I will not need you anymore."
Glorfindel did not answer Thranduil's sigh, he simply couldn't respond. Instead he held the other close to him. Thranduil was breathing softly, seemingly wanting to drift to sleep. But they remained awake, lingering in the embrace as if this time they now shared would forever remain frozen if they but did not move. It was finally Thranduil who broke the silence, voice as soft as a whisper, fueled with his still burning emotions.
"Do you still depart on the dawn's arrival, or have you yet changed your mind?" Thranduil wasn't sure why he asked Glorfindel such, when he already knew the answer. He did not want to believe it however, still fueled with a faint hope that Glorfindel had somehow changed his mind. He never felt such yearning for another before, even beyond the want he had thought he could ever feel for Glorfindel. But the simple and horrifying truth was that he had lost his heart. And even if and when he would find another to love, part of his heart would forever remain touched by Glorfindel. That imprint had been made. There was no saving of his heart from this.
"You know that this is how and when we say goodbye." Glorfindel sat up now, and began to dress, not wanting at all to loop around the denials of that simple truth. There was no place for him in the Greenwood, and he could not let his heart go. This had undeniably been harder to resist than his part experiences. But the simple logistics made it much more easier for him to end it. He would remain free and unburdened, and he would keep a clear head when the time to march to war finally approached.
"I hate that you go to where I can not follow."
Thranduil's words were a true lament, and his green eyes danced with unshed tears while he watched Glorfindel finish dressing. He knew the night had long since arrived and the chasing dawn would all too soon drive them apart forever. As much as he wanted Glorfindel to stay, he knew that Glorfindel was needed back in Imladris. And he knew that he could not follow Glorfindel. It simply was not fair to the people of his father's realm for him to abandon them on a whim for love. Glorfindel had been wrong. He did not put himself above others. He had vowed long ago to serve the people here, even if that meant neglecting his own heart and his own desires.
Glorfindel only smiled at Thranduil's words, realizing that he finally understood why their love could never be. There was nothing more for them to say to one another. He watched through jaded eyes as Thranduil continued to sit like a haunted statue on the soft fabrics of deep burgundy. Barrels of gold were stacked around him, and shelves of rare gems and stones reflected the lanterns in the room. But none of those gems came close to Thranduil's beauty. Glorfindel had to look away.
And with a heart as hard as one of the gems, Glorfindel did not look back or speak another word to Thranduil. His heavy footsteps led him to the hidden door on the wall, and he opened it. He maneuvered through the hidden passages, as if he journeyed through the tangled and fragmented thoughts in his mind and in his heart. Although he was almost in a trance, Glorfindel found that door that opened up to the familiar room. He paused, before he stepped into the room. Thranduil had not followed him, and he wondered if he lingered still in the treasury, locked within his sadness and anger. Glorfindel closed his eyes, forcing the beginnings of his bitter tears to halt in their progressions.
Moving quickly out of the room, as if distance would lift his mood, Glorfindel hurried down the citadel's halls, heading to his room. The hour was late and he wanted rest. It was a delusional thought he knew. No rest would come to him this night even if he tried to will it to be so. Perhaps, he should just sneak off now and delay no further his long journey home. He doubted that Oropher would mind if he lingered here no further. But no, he decided to delay his departure because while he was still here, there was still fool's hope. It was best to stay just one more night. Soon the hour of his departure would be upon him anyways.
While he was still here there was still the small possibility that Oropher might come to his senses. Glorfindel shook his head, still not ready to doubt that an alliance would be forged with the Greenwood. Even though he had told Thranduil that there was nothing more for him to do here, he still believed that his mission had not failed.
Back in his rooms, the sundering that he felt now from Thranduil hit his heart like the force of a blow that griped him with a violent rush of emotions. The frown that had not left his face, deepened further, and Glorfindel seated himself on the sofa, as if he had no choice. HIs emotions flowed through his mind like a lamenting chant. Thranduil and he had only been dreaming, for their love could never be. It was with bitter realization that on waking from this dream that the undeniable truth crashed within his mind. There was no place for their love. It could never be.
Thranduil would stay in the depths of his heart.
Glorfindel let his heavy head fall within his hands, and he cradled his head as if the gesture would suppress the release of his sadness. He feared the lingering emotions of his desires. In the coming of war, would the emotions of his heart strings divide his mind further? And he hoped that his surrender to his desire and the dreams he had would not haunt them both in the coming years. But still, Glorfindel knew that the pain that stung his heart was the true manifestations of his love for Thranduil. His heart was simply telling him that he as well had fallen in love. Glorfindel felt a fear tear through his heart and mind, and it echoed through his body.
He knew it was time to go.

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