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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 6:
Glorfindel blinked out of reverie with a disgruntled sigh.
The elven patrol had split into smaller groups three weeks before, venturing forth from the borders of Imladris to scout far and wide in all directions. And ever since, what rest he took between watches had been fraught with disturbing dreams of the one that had, upon a time, completed his heart.
The golden-haired Lord sat up, placing the palm of his hand against his chest, as if to ease the ache within, though he was unaware of his subconscious gesture as his eyes looked towards the elf who was standing guard at the perimeter of their campsite. Silently, so as not to disturb the one other scout in their small party, who still lay in reverie a few feet away, Glorfindel made his way to the sentinel.
" How goes it, Taurnil?." He asked quietly, coming to stand beside the other.
" All is well, my Lord. I must say, this has been the most uneventful trip we have ever taken. I am afraid poor Nimarfan is not finding his first scouting mission to be what he expected." Taurnil answered, his light blue eyes twinkling mischievously.
Glorfindel chuckled good-naturedly, as both elves glanced over at the sleeping figure. Nimarfan was the newest and youngest member of the elite scout patrol, though he was by no means inexperienced, having served in the Imladrian guard for over eighty years. Yet to one of such great age as the Balrog Slayer, Nimarfan was little more than a youth and so, as was his wont, he had undertaken the duty to shepperd the elf on this, his first time away from the hidden valley that was home to them all.
At that moment, the object of their perusal shifted position atop his bedroll, presenting his back to the two elder elves. The sight of the young Noldor's dark brown tresses put a swift end to Glorfindel's smile, as the image of another dark-haired elf interposed itself in his line of vision. Taurnil noticed the sudden dimming of his Lord's colbat eyes but held his tongue, knowing from past experience that there were no words he could offer to comfort the other's heart.
And when, inevitably, the Balrog Slayer told him to go seek his own bedroll Taurnil did so, even though his turn at watch should have gone on until morning...
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He stood before the ancient bridge, looking across it to the huge, white-topped mountains that loomed ahead.
Over the last few weeks, he had pressed ever on, the nearly ceaseless pace of his run gaining momentum as the pull in his belly tugged at him with increasing urgency. He had long left behind the lands were the two great figures stood their silent guard along the banks of the river. He had seen those waters become a churn of chaotic foam, furiously battering against jagged boulders that rose, like fangs, from the depths at the center. He had then watched the current settle back down again, as he moved further upstream in counterpoint to the direction of its flow.
As he continued on, always keeping close to the wide ribbon of water, he had traversed a vast expanse of land, stretching brown and barren at his right, on the side where the golden sphere that brought the day, rose. Yet on the opposite bank, he encountered a forest that even from the distance, appeared to have trees of a size far bigger than any he had, thus far, seen.
Then, he came to the end of the brown lands and found himself stopping abruptly, as his chest began to heave under a sudden onslaught of nearly overpowering sensations.
He had reached a point where those giant trees seemed to come to the very edge of the river's far shore. While on his right, the previous barreness of the landscape was replaced by another forest, looming dark and mysterious. But it was not the presence of the woods that caused him to come to a standstill between them. No. It was the powerful, opposing forces that he sensed within each. For these two forests called to the very duality inside him, in such a way that he could almost feel himself being torn asunder by their conflicting pull.
One, seeming to carry the stench of his maker's realm in a sephulcral echo that sounded, like a harsh whisper, inside his ears.
{ Dol Guldur... }
The other, sounding like a pure melody that recalled the soft, gentle voice of the silver-haired female in his visions and that brought with it, the murmur of a single word.
{ Lothlorien... }
Long, painful moments he had spent, his powerful body wracked by violent shivers as he stood helpless while these two mighty forests seemed to vie for his very soul. But once again, it was the image of cool, clear water that rescued him from sucumbing to the dark path offered to his bestial side. For the tugging in his belly told him that the place where the waterfall of his dreams resided, lay somewhere on the lands at the other side of the river, the side where the giant trees grew.
And so, he had opened his mind to the beautiful song of those trees, willing his feet to move again until he was running as fast as he could, while keeping as close to the riverbank as possible, his eyes begining to scan desperately for a way across the deep, wide current.
Until he had come, at last, upon an ancient road that stretched out like a ribbon from the upper reaches of the dark, green woods to the very foot of the bridge he now stood at. A bridge that beckoned him forward over the river and into the mountain range beyond...
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The days had continued to pass by uneventfully for the small scouting party. A monotony that was only broken when the elves encountered a group of dunedain rangers, out in the wilds to do some scouting of their own.
Thus did Glorfindel, Taurnil and Nimarfan pass a pleasant evening sharing news and banter with these rugged, but noble men of the North.
A few days later, the elves finally reached the end-point of their scouting mission. They set up camp at some distance from where the Old Forest Road traversed through a pass in the Misty Mountains, passing a quiet night beneath the shadow of those looming peaks. The following morning found the three readying for the return journey to the realm of Imladris. A prospect that, at least for Taurnil and Nimarfan, was a most welcomed one.
And they had just mounted their horses, when the younger elf raised his hand and pointed towards the mountains, his excited whisper instantly catching the attention of the other two.
" By the Valar!... What is that?!."
TBC...
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Ertia: Yes, I too get caught up in seeing things through his eyes... it is an intriguing perspective for me, as the writer.
Nikkiling: Still not telling... *wink* :)
Kalia: You know something?. I swear that I could smell the moss too, while I was writting that scene! *chuckles*
Windstar: Thank you so much!. This story was..er..born, from a small moment in the movie version of " The Fellowship of the Ring". When Saruman was telling the newly-spawned Lurtz about the origin of the orcs. As the wizard speaks, the creature seems to bow its head, almost imperceptively, as if pained by the loss of what was... And just like that, my mind was off and running it's own movie!. *rueful smile*.
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