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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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It had been years since Glorfindel had traveled to the east from his home in Imladris. Now, instead of his solitary mission that had seen trials of deception, frustration, affection, and then ultimately success despite his initial failure, he rode out with the united banners of a free people who would no longer stand for the desecration of their lives by Sauron. It was a bittersweet feeling that he carried with him through the march from Imladris to the campgrounds that would link the final chains of their mighty alliance. The Sindarin Kings of the Silvan elves had finally pledged their alliance, and as their messages had stated, the vast armies were already camped in the east, and were awaiting their arrival.
The armies from the west had arrived to the camp when the strong sun had already made its decent into the long and distant horizon from where they had marched. Along their march, they had already been joined by a strong and valiant army led by Durin IV, and they had already engaged in a few battles along the way. The forces of Sauron already tried to hinder them, and everyone knew that their struggle would be mighty in the years to come.
Soon they would be united with Oropher's and Amdir's armies, and finally Gil-galad's vision of a mighty army would be realized. The combined armies of Lorien and Greenwood were camped together, and Glorfindel could see the banners of both woodland realms blowing gently against the soft blue sky. Soon the banners of Lindon and Imladris would fly alongside their eastern brethren, and together, they would finally free their lands from Sauron.
Somewhere within this expansive camp that they rode through was Oropher, and he was waiting for the arrival of the armies from the west. Glorfindel could feel his heart fill with the wonderment of what a reunion with Oropher would be like. He wondered if Oropher would look more kindly on him now, or if he would be greeted with those hard glacial eyes that he had learned to expect when he was a guest in the Greenwood. He wondered if Galion had as well came along to this war, since Thranduil had told him that he was a skilled archer himself. Glorfindel found that he very much desired to see Galion once more.
Glorfindel followed alongside Gil-galad, Elrond and the other leaders of the alliance through the camp until his eyes were once again staring into the cold hard depths that were Oropher's eyes. Thranduil, who had once been by his side, had silently moved to stand by Oropher, transferring back to take his place as one of the captains of the Greenwood. And when Glorfindel saw him leave, his heart felt sadness as he understood that Thranduil did not belong alongside him.
Oropher was courteous enough to invite the leaders into his command tent, and Glorfindel entered into it. He saw that Amdir was already present in the tent, as he would lead Lorien, who also had joined their alliance.
The tent itself was just large enough to accommodate no more than fifteen elves or men, but it was cozy enough, and it kept the dusty air from blowing over them. On the the walls of the tents hung the banners of the Greenwood, and lanterns glowed with a warm and inviting hue, and the ground was covered with sturdy rugs. Oropher bade them sit on the chairs that were placed within a circle, and beside the chairs was a table that held a map. Glorfindel could see that many marks were already made on the map, and he instantly knew that Oropher had already been making his own battle plans.
To Glorfindel's surprise, Oropher greeted him with kind and gentle eyes, and he spoke to him before he addressed the others.
"I am glad to see you again, Lord Glorfindel, for your words rang in my heart until I had to march. The Greenwood does have an obligation in this fight against Sauron, and you were instrumental in bringing that message to us."
The words made Glorfindel's heart lift, and he felt a sort of vindication for all the trials that he had faced in the Greenwood. For here Oropher was, and around him was his vast armies, as well as the armies from Lorien. But there was still a disquiet in his mind, for he knew that Oropher would not work with them, and following Oropher's lead, Lorien too would remain divided from them. He could not still his worry, even though he tried his best to stifle what grew within his mind.
Oropher turned his gaze to Gil-galad and Elendil who stood beside Glorfindel. "By now, you must have heard of my resolve to remain as an independent army. I make no vow to recognize either of your authorities. Both Amdir and I will not take council in your plans, nor will we heed your command. This is all that I will say to you." Ever true to his character, Oropher got right to the point without bothering with further pleasantries.
Gil-galad frowned and he shook his head. "I beseech that you reconsider, Oropher. There are ill-tidings that will come because of this path that you turn to."
"Ill-tidings!" Oropher snapped in his annoyance to Gil-galad's words. "Ill-tidings will come at us on the wings of the Nazgul and with an orc host millions strong! This is not the time for me to wane in weakness and turn to my adversaries to deliver my people to victory. We may march with you and fight our common enemy, but that will ever be the extent of our alliance."
Elendil only turned his gaze to Gil-galad, and his face clearly conveyed that he disapproved of Oropher and Amdir's decision. But he held his tongue and looked to Gil-galad to handle the matters of the elves.
Gil-galad's eyes were equally as hard as Oropher's, but he kept his silence, understanding that Oropher's stubborn biases would cloud the reasoning of his judgement. There was little that he could do to bring Oropher to reason, and to fight with Oropher now could lessen other chances that he might have to try to convince Oropher to change his mind. Gil-galad understood that this was not the time for words that he may later come to regret.
"I recognize your sovereignty and I have no authority to stop you. But in the end, the tears and blood of your people will be on your hands alone."
"That will be my fate, as well as yours, Gil-galad. And with all that I can give to you as a blessing, I do say, may we be victorious over evil, and in the end may we meet on the fields of our hard won peace, where once again we may go our separate ways to live our lives on our own accord."
Gil-galad inclined his head respectfully to Oropher. "May you and your people go with my blessing as well. And also do I wish that we do meet again when Sauron has been conquered and his shadow has diminished to nothing but a distant memory."
And with his final words, Gil-galad and Elendil both stood to leave. Both Thranduil and Glorfindel frowned, for they had not yet given up on their hope that Oropher would reconsider and their armies would fight together as one. But it was painfully evident that this would never happen. Glorfindel watched as Gil-galad, Elendil and Elrond left to return to their own armies, and feeling no further welcome from Oropher, he turned to leave as well. He turned back to look at Thranduil, and he wondered if he would follow him, or remain behind with his father.
Glorfindel saw that reflection of dread deep within Thranduil's eyes as his deepest fears were finally being realized. Although the Greenwood was now aligned in this fight, they were still isolated, and were under the command of a King who would not work with Gil-galad. Oropher's armies were less prepared, less armored, and under the command of a spiteful king who would listen to no reason. And Glorfindel worried for them. He hoped their shared fears would not be as devastating as the dread that they felt deep within their hearts. But instead of dwelling on the dread that ached within his heart, Glorfindel reminded himself that still there was hope, and still perhaps, Oropher would see the errors of his way.
Thranduil watched the others leave and without thinking he left his father's tent, as if to follow Glorfindel. But then he stopped, and he stood like a statue of cold and silent stone. He was not sure if he should remain with his father's armies, or if he should take council with the others. He let his eyes look into Glorfindel's, and although their eyes met, neither spoke, for there was little for them to say in this moment.
Glorfindel could feel both of their hearts breaking, for there was no turning back now. War was on them and now the only thing they could do was to fight as valiantly as possible, and look to hope for the victory over Sauron. Maybe then, Thranduil and he could reunite again in happier times.
Without a glance or word back to Thranduil, Glorfindel turned and walked back to his own army. The divide between them seemed stronger than ever before, although this was not the fate that either of them wanted. But this was the bitter reality that was now laid bare to them, like the stark and barren fields that opened up around them. United but divided, their worlds had collided like a a violent storm, but yet the winds of change howled on as yet more trials were just on the horizon that would keep them apart.
And when Glorfindel turned back for one last glance at Thranduil, he saw that the crowds had swallowed his view of him. Glorfindel sighed, and he could feel his new emotions envelope that old and bittersweet love that he still harbored for Thranduil. The real and present time of war was stronger than any other thought that burned within, and he closed his eyes, as he forced out the lingering want that he had for Thranduil. Glorfindel knew that it was only war that he should focus on. Love was not a privilege to have during times of war.
Perhaps in another time or age, when the fates were finally aligned for them both, then maybe he and Thranduil would come to know once more the full extent of their love. Was it simply friendship or something more that he wanted? Glorfindel could not say. But for now, he cared not to focus on his emotions of the one who had done to his heart what no one else had done before.
It was just as well, as he knew that a wall had come between them, for it was expansive and high, it would keep them divided. And Glorfindel turned his eyes to the arriving eventide, and he wondered just what would great them with the coming of the dawn of war.
And Glorfindel sat alone as Anor dipped beneath the horizon and the dark of the eastern night canopied the lands under a starless night. He knew he should be with the other captains while they set up camp, but the desire that he had for his silent reflection was simply stronger.
Suddenly Glorfindel turned around and Thranduil was standing there, his silver-hair dark under the shadow of the night, and eyes burned with the light from the campfires. Glorfindel smiled to Thranduil with inviting eyes to join him, but Thranduil did not walk towards him, nor did he offer any words to him. Instead he seemed as if he said a silent valediction, and his eyes only closed as he made no effort to walk towards him.
And Glorfindel understood just what Thranduil was doing. To allow Thranduil to linger in his heart would be both foolish and dangerous, for it was a distraction that was not needed when war did find them. Glorfindel returned the valediction back to him, and he smiled as he watched Thranduil disappear into the night.
/ The end.
Not Beta-Read. So sorry for all the mistakes in this story.
This story is continued on in the story Shelter From The Storm
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