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The Returned	By : Liliana Category: -Multi-Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 8591 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Please note that the disclaimer and warnings for this story are given at the begining of the first chapter.
CHAPTER 4:
Glorfindel fastened the last tie of his travelling gear onto the saddle, then gently patted the neck of his faithful horse, Asfaloth, who snorted in impatience to get going.
Once, the battle-weary fea of the reborn Balrog Slayer had longed only to return to the comfort, peace and love he had found within the walls of the Last Homely House. But now, he was as eager as his mount to be away.
A hundred years, naught but the blink of an eye in the long span of his existence. How quickly things could change...
His mind flashed back to an image of luxurious dark tresses, carrying a hint of cinnamon and mint. It was a scent that still tormented him daily. Only when he was away, patrolling the forests surrounding the realm of Imladris, did it dissipate. Only then did the pain, the guilt and the constant ache of longing seem to ease their strangling hold on his heart.
The Lord angrily shook his golden head, as if the motion itself could dispel the thick, dark cloud that ever-threatened to overtake him.
{ Cease this!. He is gone from your side. Gone, nigh a century. He is lost to you and nothing can change that. }
His inner words were brutal, intentionally so. For the slap of them served to bring his attention fully to the present, where his contingent of scouts were already mounted and awaiting. Glorfindel placed one foot in the stirrup and swung his leg over Asfaloth's back, his noble features showing only the determination of a warrior as he gave the signal to move out.
And all thoughts of the love that had been so tragically torn from him were locked away, to be replaced by a fierce focus on his duty...
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Feral yellow eyes narrowed with confusion and a deep growl of frustration escaped from his drawn-back lips.
He had hunted and caught the furry creature, then quickly broken its neck, driven by the rumbling hunger in his stomach. But when he had attempted to rip it apart, guided by the instinct that told him to use claw and fang, he found that neither his fingers nor his teeth were up to the task. The hide of this prey was proving much harder to pierce than that of the foul toads he had first fed upon.
It was driving his bestial side to madness.
His hand closed around the hind feet of the dead animal -which he once would have known to be a large hare- and he began to slam it down onto the ground, repeatedly. Until, by chance, one of his furious swings slapped it atop the jagged edge of a sharply-pointed rock. As he brought his arm back up he heard an odd, ripping sound and saw a jet of red fluid arch from the long tear the impact had left down the belly of the thing.
At first, he just blinked his eyes, dumbstruck by the sight. But then the scent of blood overwhelmed him and he grabbed the mangled carcass with both hands, smashing his face into it, his teeth gnawing desperately at the meaty flesh now exposed to his hunger. And as he finally tasted of this food that though raw, was fresh and good, the sounds in his throat changed from angered growls, into short little grunts of pleasure...
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The days passed on in a blur as he ran ever-onward, stopping only when the need to close his eyes became too much to resist, or when the need for food and drink overode the pulling instinct in his belly that kep him on his course.
He had learned his first food lesson well and now, when he hunted the furry things that he fed upon, he sought out sharp rocks to cut the hides open, so he could get at the meat inside. He had also found the deep blue swath of water again and since it flowed down from the same direction he was headed to, he began to travel under he cover of the forest running parallel to it, comforted by the knowledge that he could slake his thirst at will.
Then, he came upon a sight that took his breath away.
For some time, he had been hearing a strange roaring and had, at first, thought to move away from his route, sure that whatever beast was making such noise was not one he could kill. Yet as he listened more closely, he found himself drawn towards it, though he did not understand why. And so his feet had followed the ceaseless roaring, until he came upon the source.
It was a waterfall. not the one from his dreams...no. This waterfall was immense. And the roar he had mistaken for that of a beast came from the mighty flow that dropped down from its lofty heights, with expectacular force.
Long he stood, just staring up at it in wonder as the moist cloud that rose from where the cascade met the river misted his filth-caked body with cool relief.
And then, he began to climb up the steep bank beside it...
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The past days had proven to be completely uneventful ones for the elven patrol. And though the part of Glorfindel that was seneschal and captain was pleased to find the forests of Imladris to be thus far undisturbed, the very peace surrounding him allowed tidbits of unwanted memories to come, unbidden, to his mind.
// Dark, sleep-mused hair laying upon his chest, as a loving hand dipped beneath the silken sheets to grasp at his stirring arousal... //
// The sweet notes of a merry tune, being hummed while a beloved figure puttered around their shared chambers... //
// The wondrous feel of the body within the circle of his arms, as their eyes watched Anor disappear behind the cliffs above the Last Homely House... //
// The...
" My Lord?."
Glorfindel snapped his eyes towards the elf who had spoken.
" Yes, Taurnil." He said, somewhat curtly.
His tone was not meant for the one before him. Rather, his irritation was directed at himself, for this unseemly lapse in attention was unforgivable when out on patrol and he had never before allowed his private thoughts and pain to intrude thus on his duty.
" Shall we stop here for the night?." Taurnil asked, taken a bit aback by his Lord's manner and by the intensity in those colbat eyes.
The Balrog Slayer took a quick look around, before nodding in assent.
" Aye. Tis a good spot."
He smiled in silent apology and the other smiled back, letting him know that though it was not needed, it was gladly accepted.
Then the order was given and the elves began to make camp. They worked with the efficiency garnered from their long years of service in the wilds, while their lighthearted banter bespoke of their ease with eachother, as they enjoyed this last night toguether.
For on the morrow, they would divide into smaller groups and some of them would begin to scout beyond the borders of Imladris...
TBC...
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Ertia: Uh.Oh. I hope you get me back by posting the next drool-inducing update of *your* story... Soon! :)
Kalia: Thank you for the complement!. I hope you continue to enjoy this tale, as it unfolds... :)
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