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Undomiel	By : Anu Category: -Multi-Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 4231 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Glorfindel woke with a groan and burrowed deep into the�robes? Why was he sleeping in Thranduil�s library under a pile of clothes, absolutely naked? As he sat up, he looked around for a female accomplice. If he�d done anything he�d have preferred it to be with some woman, not with Thranduil or his doe-eyed son. He felt sweaty, but not sticky. He sniffed his hands. It didn�t appear that he�d done anything but had an unusual drunken spree.
He glanced out the window and was surprised to see that it was late afternoon. His surprise turned to anger when he realized he sh hav have �escaped� last night, instead of getting sossed and sleeping it off. He howled, which hurt his head and made his ears ring, then began to get dressed as fast as he could, leaving Thranduil�s clothes where they were. It was Thranduil�s palace, and if he was running around naked somewhere he�d have to come and get his own clothes.
Glorfindel stumbled down to the kitchen for a cup of tea or two to settle his stomach, and then headed toward the stable to �flee� on his stallion, Asfaloth. Halfway there he came upon Legolas. �Glorfindel.� Legolas said quietly. �How are you this morning?�

�I feel like I�ve been kicked in the head and gut by a mule, my mouth tastes like ashes and raspberries, and I really should have left last night. Other than that, I�m fine. How are you?�
Legolas smiled. �Nowhere near as unfortunate as yourself, Glorfindel, but well all the same. Are you escaping?�

Glorfindel grinned fleetingly, settling himself with his usual smirk. �Yes, I am actually.�

�Farewell then, Lord Glorfindel.�

�And you, Prince Legolas. Tell your father for me?�

�Certainly.�

They parted ways, Legolas inside the castle, Glorfindel to the stable.
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Elladan and Elrohir were still a day�s ride from home when they stopped for the second night. This night they merely held one another, content with each other and apprehensive about the following day. Their anger over the betrayal was cooling, but certainly not fading. Glorfindel had helped raise them, had been there for Ada ever since he had gone to the Halls of Mandos to call back Gil-Galad and the Valar had seen fit to return him in the elven king�s stead to Elrond. For whatever reason, they had sent him here and still had their hand in this, and while Elrohir could take comfort in that, his elder brother could not.
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�Ada!� Elladan said happily as they rode into the courtyard, dismounting to greet his father with a solid hug. �Elladan! Elrohir!� Elrond exclaimed, embracing them both, one after the other. �Where is Glorfindel?� He asked them. Elladan and Elrohir�s moods instantly darkened. �Father, we bear dark news of him.� Elrohir said quietly. Elrond grew concerned. �What has happened?� Fear clawed at him in the form of worry for Glorfindel, gorgeous, sunny Glorfindel.

�He is a traitor.� Elrohir informed his father.

�A traitor? To those Sindar?�

�No Adar, to us.� Elladan interrupted.

�He got himself �captured� defending us so he could report to their king. He ate a meal with them and slept there of his own free will. Elladan and I are sure he is a day�s ride behind us, as he wouldn�t have stayed very much longer.�

�King Thranduil?� Elrond asked, disbelieving.

Elladan and Elrohir nodded.
Elrond�s head was spinning. He felt sick, dizzy, betrayed. Maglor�s voice came out of his childhood, the words of the second son of Feanor to the second son of Elwing soothing. �If you�re having trouble with a situation, then just sit down and think it over a little at a time, starting as near to the beginning as you can.� Though the words had been spoken to his younger brother Elros centuries before, they still helped, even now.
Elrond fell back into a chair, realizing that his sons had directed him in to the library as they had been speaking. He�d been so intent he hadn�t noticed. When had Glorfindel�s betrayal begun? He had been here in Imaldris with him since Gil-Galad had died in the Last Alliance. The Sindarin fury over their king, Oropher�s death was unreasonable, as three kings had fallen in that time, Gil-Galad of the Noldorin, Elendil of the Numenoreans, and Oropher of the Sindarin. But that was just extra tinder to the old grudge the sindar held against the noldor after all the business with the Silmarills.
And now his greatest ally had turned against him. It wouldn�t hurt this badly, but he had come to respect and adore and�even love the Gondolidrim. The only question left, instead of wonder if the elf returned his feelings, was when? When had Glorfindel agreed to spy on him? It had to have been in the aftermath of the Last Alliance. Oropher was dead then, and his attempt to bring Gil-Galad back had brought him Glorfindel instead. While hs fls flat on his back recovering from his wounds and his dredging of Mandos�s Halls was the only time anyone could have gotten to Glorfindel.
Suddenly, it struck Elrond with force. Thranduil! That sindar had been the one to aid the recovery of the newly reawakened Elda. He had likely found it all too easy to corrupt him against Elrond from veryvery beginning. And Glorfindel, how had he managed to disguise his disgust so well all these years? The affection he sometimes saw in Glorfindel�s eyes to his sons, or to himself, was that all pretended? It had been too easy for Thranduil. And Glorfindel had agreed, the very same Glorfindel who had caught his eye, won his respect, and unknowingly earned his heart. But at what price? What would Glorfindel gain of this shaming of him? He had to know.
Elrond rose, looking at his sons seated by the fire. �You say he will be a day behind?� Elladan nodded, but Elrohir seemed quieted by the wrath in his father�s eyes and stood motionless. Erestor stood in the doorway, awaiting his orders. �We are going to capture our traitor, Erestor. Will you saddle my horse?� Erestor nodded and vanished down the hall. Elrond, followed by the twins went to his room and changed into suitable clothing, then headed for the stables.
Not five minutes later the three were riding hard toward Lorien, the twins fearing their father�s wrath and keeping a slight distance. Unknowing, Glorfindel rode steadily toward them on the same road. Thunder rumbled overhead and reverberated underfoot in warning of what was to come.
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In the heavy downpour, Glorfindel dismounted, having lost the path a third time. Leading Asfaloth would be easier than having to keep dismounting to search out the trail. The sound of the rain and thunder silenced all noise, and glancing warily around made the rain run in his eyes.
He didn�t hear them or see them until he was upon them, Asfaloth warning him with a nicker. He glanced up, rain soaked blonde hair in his eyes, to see the three dark-haired elves on horseback, standing motionless on the path.

�Elrond!� He cried, but remained where he was.

�Escaped, have you Glorfindel?� Elrond asked coolly.

Glorfindel�s stomach went heavy, his hand numb. They knew. Damn that Enithel, flirting with him when he was captured. Elrond knew.
Fully aware of how foolish it was, Glorfindel ran, leaving Asfaloth behind, feeling into the rain-soaked forest. The three noldor left their horses as well and gave chase to the fleet-footed blonde. They would not have caught him but for a lucky chance that made him land wrong in a deep pit-like depression on the other side. Glorfindel ducked low where he had fallen, biting through the leather gauntlet on his left wrist to muffle his pain from either a break or a bad sprain.
Elladan, who had been right behind him also made the leap, nearly landing atop him. Elladan grabbed for him, but Glorfindel tried to scurry away, kicking out with his good leg, favoring the injured one. Elrohir landed atop them both, joining the muddy scuffle. The three of them wrestled, Glorfindel winning easily despite his wounded leg.
Elladan kicked Glorfindel in the favored leg savagely, the the Elda howled in pain, slugging Elrohir in reciprocation. To compensate, Elrohir kneed him between the legs, but only caught the rapidly moving upper thigh. They were fighting dirty, and they knew it. Elladan kicked Glorfindel�s leg again and Glorfindel lost all pretense of control. He sna, bi, bit, kicked and clawed, all the while attempting to wriggle away against the incline of the leafy depression.
Elrond heard the sounds of a struggle and came, falling into the pit with along them. He was swiftly drawn into the fight with the three figures nearly too muddy to be recognized except by size and voice. Elrond hear Glorfindel growling and turned his head to see the brilliant blue-green eyes gone wild and frightened, and caught the blonde with a right hook to the temple. Immediately the octopus-like limbs stopped flailing and went limp.
Elladan and Elrohir also stopped in surprise, looking at the limp elf tangled between them. After a moments pause Elrond began to look over the three of them. Elladan would have a black eye, Elrohir sported some decent-sized bites, all four were bruised and Glorfindel was unconscious. Upon closer inspection, his left leg was broken halfway between the ankle and k and and already bruising darkly from Elladan�s kicks.
Elrond picked him up and carried him back to the horses as both twins looked too angry to trust them with carrying Glorfindel. Glorfindel was surprisingly light, and his head against Elrond�s collarbone felt infuriatingly pleasant. Elrond was angry with himself that he could find this traitor beautiful and pleasing despite the grave insult he had so recently inflicted. He threw Glorfindel over Asfaloth, and in the pouring rain tied the elf�s hands and feet to the horse, taking him home like a fresh kill.
Elladan and Elrohir said nothing to him when he pulled up the hood of Glorfindel�s cloak to spare him the rain, and he mounted his mare and took Asfaloth�s reigns. It was a silent, long, wet ride back to Imaldris.
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