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Some form of comfort... or another


''You're in a playful mood...'' Haldir obligingly observes, grinning
in my direction.

We are up in his flet, where there is no trace of the events from
the previous night. Said flet has hosted me and young Aragorn.
Apparently, I have become quite insatiable, and, to my shame, I've
given myself to the beautiful, bold Ranger. I know I will be sorry
when word gets out in Rivendell... but, at the moment, I'm too numb
to care.

''Dinner was quite eventful...'' Haldir is kind enough to remind me,
though that typical Haldir smirk on his face has little to do with
kindness.

''And Legolas quite talkative... My dear Marchwarden, do you think
he is turning around?''

''Turning around?! That would certainly be something. He wants time.
They both want time... I am so very puzzled by that. Time for
what?! "

"And how much time?''

I know the frustration can still be felt in my voice, but at least
Haldir does not shower me with compassionate looks and polite, "I
truly am sorry, Glorfindel, I do not understand how such a thing
could happen to you..." statements. Here and now, we are just two
angry Elves bound by the same kind of misery.

''Honestly... they do not expect us to let it all go and give them
our blessing, do they?! Haldir, pray forgive me, but I would have
their heads before I would accept this insulting defeat!"

''It is by no means easier for me... I swear, if I didn't love the
bastard so much... I'd... Ah, no matter...''

Few, if any, would imagine the proud Lorien Elf bowing his head in
helpless defeat and releasing a heartbreaking sigh. But then... few
of even those Elves who believe they know me would imagine that I,
Glorfindel of Gondolin, would succumb to heartache when I have
overcome the loss of everyone I held dear and even my own death.

"You are right, Haldir, I should stop allowing this to eat at me. We
should stop this from consuming us and remember that... after all...
time is ours, to do with it as we please. And I say that it shall
stand still and belong to no other but you.''

My last words come out in a seductive purr, while indigo eyes
narrow, giving Haldir a fair hint as to what I have in mind. That
look alone would undo lesser beings... or so I've been told.

''Hmm... So I have time, then...'' Haldir observes in a low voice,
biting at that full, delicious lower lip of his. Mmhmm... I have
found a worthy partner to play this game, not by choice, but by
chance.

We have entered his bedroom, which still amazes me, with its large
bed and all the silky curtains giving it the appearance of a lover's
nest. One could hardly find it matching Haldir's appearance or his
demeanour. But then, as I have recently discovered, there is far
more to the arrogant Marchwarden than meets the eye. By no means
lessening the merits of my raven-haired lover - curse him for doing
this to me after such a long time of having devoted myself to him! -
I wonder what has caused the Prince to let go of such a marvel. Ah,
his loss and my gain.

''You can have whatever you please..."

He raises an inquisitive eyebrow, surprised to hear me forward such
an offering. For some reason, I feel as though I've gone a bit too
far.

"Forgive me, Haldir, if I'm behaving like a loose whore, but... I
owe you so very much, and, thanks to you, I can hold my head high
rather than sink in depression. You have saved me.''

There is no longer anything else but heartfelt compassion painted on
his fair features, as he approaches me and places a comforting hand
on my shoulder. I should feel ashamed to have confessed my weakness
so freely, but that honest look in his eyes eases my mind. I have
chosen the right Elf for my confession.

''And you have saved me, as well. Glorfindel, I would never have
imagined that this day would come... that I would need comfort from
another like this, but here I am.''

"Here WE are, Haldir, in a position that I have never believed I
would find myself again. I have loved and lost, my friend, but not
like this. When death claims what you hold dear, at least you know
that you are not to blame, the power to undo anything is not yours
and... I'm sorry, I promised myself I would not go down this path
again. It cannot be my fault, Haldir, for I swear I have done
everything I could and knew to make him happy and loved!"

"Shh... I know. I know exactly how you feel. Fin, it is not your
fault, and Erestor is a fool."

A small smile finds its way to my otherwise anguished face. Yes,
that oddity of an Elf, as so many think him, is a fool.

As we still face each other, I cannot help but run my eyes over
Haldir's tall, broad-shouldered frame, and those slender limbs
hidden behind dark blue velvet. But his eyes capture my attention.
Blue and grey, night sky and moonlight... Something within me
cringes when I can tell there is a painful look spread across his
features, though he tries to suppress it, clenching his teeth.

I can take my anger and my pain; the void that has opened inside me,
I can hold at bay. But to see Haldir's amazing, fair face mirroring
my own agony is too much. I must put an end to it, for his sake and
for mine.

''Yes, and your spoilt little Prince is an even bigger fool. The
Valar sure have an odd sense of humor, finding and matching Arda's
biggest fools. "

"True, true..." Haldir graces my stating the obvious with a
wonderful smile. "However, those who are less foolish must look
after each other, must they not?"

Good, at least I have managed to chase away that pained look from
his face. And I am only just beginning.

"Haldir... at least I am no fool, and I wish to comfort you tonight.
I really do. I've been thinking about it all afternoon.''

My playful reply seems to have done the job, and Haldir is back to
his confident, provocative self in an instant. For one who has not
seen the gentle, vulnerable side of him, it may appear as a mirage.
It nearly fooled me, but I am thankful that he has allowed me behind
the facade, giving me the opportunity to know him as a whole.

''Despite Aragorn's efforts to keep you entertained?''

He makes me roll my eyes and bite my lips to prevent a rather
embarrassed laugh. ''Nay, his efforts have paid off, but there is no
other like you. No other seems to know me, and know how to pleasure
me, like you do. And there is none quite so handsome and appealing
as you. I'll bet you've heard this time and time again.''

''Well...''

He's not even pretending to be modest.

''Because it is true. ''

Why should I not brush his ego? After all, he is known to be quite
arrogant and full of himself. I have nothing against that, for it
suits him like a second skin.

''Still, coming from you, Glorfindel... least expected of all. It is
precious. You do not know how good and proud it makes me feel.''

At least you appreciate it. And you should, my fair friend, for I
do not spread compliments here and there. Nay, I seem to be more on
the receiving end, for that matter. ''So long as you are pleased,
Haldir, and relieved, so am I.''

It should seem strange, how I aim to please him and am quite content
doing that. But then... a lot of things are strange, and very much
unlike they should be.

''Then I shall be pleased and... relieved," he agrees, very aware of
the hint.

''Good. I'm glad we agree. Come, let me try my skill on you. For you
have stirred in me passion and lust I cannot contain but wish to
release. I've longed to taste you all day. ''

It's not so much the words I say as it is the look in my darkened
eyes, the cheeks that are flushed, or the nostrils, drawing in his
scent insatiably. He understands the animal lust in me and is
pleased, smirking very wickedly.

''Seduce me, then... ''

Ooo... You do not have to ask twice, fair one. ''Gladly...''

I begin by pushing him back against the bedpost that I rocked onto
the night before. Ah, why must I remember that now? Away, away evil
memories of young Rangers and the doom that awaits me in Imladris!
Concentrate on the task at hand, you silly Balrog Slayer...

As he closes his eyes and succumbs to the sensation, I use my
fingers to gently trace the outlines of his face, the brows, the
nose, the lips, the chin, down his neck, stopping at the button of
his cloak. Mapping out those perfect features, letting my fingers
memorise the firmness of his jaw... or the crimson softness of his
delicious lips.

Swiftly, I remove the silken cloak, and then he aids me in taking
off his heavy, velvet robe, leaving him half-naked, beautiful and
breathtaking as a dream.

''Come, sit on the edge of the bed,'' I bid him as my eyes roam up
and down that muscular torso, shivering inside as I think of the
delight in tasting that soft skin.

Kneeling on the bed behind him, I run a hand through his silvery,
soft hair, pushing it aside to reveal a strong, broad shoulder.
Slowly, I caress his skin, outlining every muscle, tickling at some
point, making him twitch and shiver.

''Mmm... you are so very... beautiful just doesn't cover it. You are
a delight, a sight to behold... and taste!''

Saying so is barely enough, so I proceed to place butterfly kisses
from the tip of his shoulder up the collarbone and then the
sensitive skin of his neck. My breath alone gives him pleasant goose
bumps, as I whisper next to his ear, lips barely touching
him. ''The Man was so quick to spend himself. Why, he only had to
touch me, to work me up a little, and he was so hard you could crack
an Orc's skull with that shaft.''

He cannot suppress a snicker. " I do not blame him. You are a
treasure indeed...''

He gasps as I begin to run the tip of my tongue along his pointed
ear, nibbling at the earlobe and then seizing the soft spot behind
his ear. I tease and torture my way along the delicate skin, tracing
a now tense tendon under my mouth, and that vein pointing out is
accelerating its pulse.

Grabbing at his hair, a motion that is painless and arousing on its
own, I tilt his head to one side to get better access to that
exposed skin. I know that my ministrations will leave marks on the
perfect white, but encouraging moans make me continue. Briefly
pausing to make way, I resume my delicious activity on the other
side of his head, where the skin is still untouched.

After a while, clearly responding to the kisses and caresses, he
wishes to see me, to have me in front of him, so I do just that. I
am pulled into his lap and trapped in a long, sealing kiss. Yet
again I am amazed at that illusive tongue and its playfulness.

''Tell me more of your night with Aragorn.''

Hmm... so you wish to tease me with this, do you, Warden?... Or does
it please you? I would reckon it does, otherwise you would not have
so kindly and selflessly housed the young Ranger and myself in your
bedroom. ''It was fruitful... very fruitful. After a while he caught
my pace and kept it going. You know he has taken off his beard so as
not to harm my sensitive skin. I quote; 'My mouth wishes to devour,'
and so he did. Surprisingly, that boy shows some sense. Being
fostered by Elrond is beginning to show its advantages. Still, I'd
rather have you.''

''Quite a trio we're turning out to be...''

There is nothing but amusement in his observation, but my eyes go
wide open and I gasp in surprise.

"Trio... Haldir? You mean, you... Oh, what am I saying? Of course
you have had him too... Never mind!"

''It surprises you that I would seek to make the best of being so
unattached at the moment?"

"Mmm, no, you wicked Marchwarden. Make the best of it indeed; not
all bad is THAT bad. May I?''

Not really expecting an answer, I grab one of his wrists, starting
to lick at yet another patch of extremely sensitive skin. I can feel
his fingers twitching as I trail up his arm, exploiting the
delicate, warm flesh at the inside of his elbow. Something short of
a low growl escapes his lips as I find the spot to be very sensitive
to the touch.

''Am I any good at seducing you?''

''Hmm... well...''

He's trying to pose otherwise, but that look in his eyes says I am
doing just great. Much like the slight quivers his body is unable
to restrain.

''Give me your hand," he demands in a deep yet surprisingly clear
voice. That, the way he speaks, the flat an emotionless tone, has
always drawn my attention. True, I have heard a wide range on
emotions voiced by those sweet lips...

As I comply and let him take a hold of my right wrist, he kisses my
fingers, then his tongue traces circles and lines in my palm.
Bravely, I try to resume tasting the delicious skin of his shoulder
and not give in to the sensation of that unbelievable mouth. But I
am rendered breathless as he slips my palm under his waistband,
freeing his arousal and letting my moist hand envelop it.

''Haldir!''

His name comes out as a hiss as he uses his free hand to pull my
head next to his. Not kissing me, just looking at me lustfully,
provocatively, and he whispers, ''This is what you do to me. All the
time...''

I become completely tense hearing those words and, at the same time,
letting his hand guide mine up and down that sensational arousal.

''All the time?''

''But for when I find relief. With you.''

I should not be amazed by those words, but I am, and it only serves
to inflame my senses even further.

''And He? Did he cause you such torment?''

Stupid, stupid Glorfindel! How could I be such an idiot and ruin
this moment of pure passion and forgetfulness that I have aimed to
achieve?!

''I will not speak of him! Nor will I let your mind drift down that
path. Nay, this is about you and me. And, my beautiful Glorfindel,
with you, it's like I can never get enough. Every time leaves me
yearning for more.''

Thank you, Haldir! For finding a way to take my recklessness and
turn it into a seductive reply.

At this point, my hand is moving freely, on its own, as Haldir
slowly leans back to sit properly across the bed, hauling me on top
of him. I can feel the hardened flesh respond to my caresses as I
lean down to lose myself in his intoxicating kiss yet again.

''How do you purpose I should please you, Lord?'' I purr upon his
lips, adjusting myself on top of him.

''Remove your hand," Haldir commands.

I put on quite an ill-suited frown, but release my captive, awaiting
new orders.

''Good. Now get off me and strip me of my leggings.''

All right, if this is your choice of game... Quick to obey, though
so much as a hint of my behaving like this would have made me draw
my sword against the wretch to suggest it, I do as Haldir requested,
but slowly, stopping to caress the inside of his thighs. I wish to
bend down and kiss, as well.

''No. Sit up. Wait until I tell you to do so.''

I rise to my feet, unable to remove my eyes from the marvellous
frame in front of me, ever so majestic and aroused.

''Take off your clothes. But slowly... Tease me...''

A strange dance begins between the two of us, though we do not touch
one another at all. As I remove my garments slowly, touching myself
and pouring fire into my veins, I glance at him, shifting my fiery
gaze from his face to the way he's stroking himself, pleased with
the display in front of him.

''Lord... will you rob me of my spoils?'' I enquire, panting, so
flared up I can hardly contain it.

''No, love. Come. Come and claim what you desire.''

Stretching and leaning down in a very provocative manner, I bite
seductively at my lower lip before running the tip of my tongue over
Haldir's delicious stiffened flesh. But only a few strokes he
allows, groaning, before he grabs my head firmly, holding it still,
just above his maddening arousal. The look in his eyes is almost
frightening, and also the last thing I see before a blindfold is
slipped over my eyes and tied in a tight knot. How?! Haldir is still
holding my head with both hands. There must be another in the room,
creeping in so very silently. I cannot even hear his breath, even
though he is so very close.

''Rúmil? Orophin? Which one of you is doing this?''

No answer, and as I try to reach behind, to feel whoever it is, two
firm hands grab both my arms and twist them behind me, causing me to
whimper and lose my balance. That grip both restrains me and holds
me bent above Haldir, my lips just touching the tip of his engorged
shaft.

I draw in air, trying to pick up the scent of the one behind me, but
all I can feel is pent-up desire filling my nostrils. Haldir runs
his thumb over my lips and I can only guess his wicked grin.

''You were asking for spoils? Well, my love, you shall receive
them...''

''Haldir... who is...''

But only a sharp hiss escapes my lips as one of the hands holding me
captive grabs painfully at my hair, pulling my head up, while the
other constricts my wrists together fiercely.

I can tell it is an Elf, for a strand of silky hair has touched my
shoulder. And the strength of that grip on me is beyond my power to
escape. I try to struggle, but to no avail.

''Hush, love, and do not fight," Haldir whispers in a voice that is
meant to be soothing. "We will not hurt you."

To block my protests, he gets up and envelops my mouth in a long
kiss, batting away all reasonable thought from my head.

''Hold him.''

Speaking to the other, Haldir proceeds to work his way down my neck,
having started to caress the tense muscles of my chest. My head
drops back and onto the shoulder of the one behind me, whose panting
breath I can now hear. Just below the place where my hands are iron-
bound, I can feel yet another stiff arousal pressing against my back
and hinting clearly as to its unbelievable dimensions. It is not any
of Haldir's brothers. I'd recognise them in a heartbeat. Yet who is
this Elf, running his long, nimble fingers down my abdomen, driving
me mad? And why must I not see him; why should I not know his
identity?

Unless...

The thought makes me burst out in a cry of pleasure and laughter. At
this, Haldir stops, and I assume he's raised his head from his place
of torture that is melting me.

''You need only have asked for my services, Lord. I would have
gladly complied. There is no need for blindfolds... your secret is
safe with me.''

My over-aroused, boiling head thinks Lord Celeborn has come to have
a taste of his oh-so-loose guest. And he wishes his secret not to be
disclosed. Yet I am puzzled by what is happening over my shoulder.
Haldir and the other are both pressing against me, their mouths
seemingly trapped in a revolting and maddening kiss. Revolting
because I simply cannot picture myself caught between Lord and
Warden like this, blindfolded and trapped for their pleasure. How
many others have received such treatment? Have you tricked me, Hal?
Ah, who cares? It's just another lover, right? Behind the fold over
my eyes, I'm trying to imagine the two, and I find it fascinating.
Knowing Celeborn, it's actually no surprise.

''Haldir, you truly are wicked!'' I voice my opinion, laughing
softly.

''And you... look at you... you're ready to give yourself to anyone
who will have you.''

''It's all your fault... But not just anyone. Only you, my Lords.''

I would watch what I say if I were you, dear Haldir. I am not always
the gentle-tempered Fin you think you know.

All of a sudden, Haldir resumes his position on the bed, legs spread
apart, and I am pushed above him again.

''He wishes for you to taste me.''

''Mmm, it is also my craving...''

I can only imagine the other's face, and I give out a coarse laugh,
grinning ever so lavishly, before reaching down to welcome Haldir
into the warm depths of my mouth. I can hear him gasp and he aids me
with one hand, stroking himself at the pace of my ministrations.

My hands are freed, only to find themselves grabbing at Haldir's
hips as I take him deeper and closer to his release. Still, I
cannot focus too long only on his urging desire, as I can feel hands
running all over my body and a leg pressing mine to spread ever more
apart.

I moan, nearly choking on Haldir's length while grazing it slightly
with my teeth, because I can feel fingers working at me, searching
through me. Two fingers scissoring, stretching me, causing me to
whimper. The uncomfortable invasion is immediately soothed as the
deft fingers brush past the spot that sends fireworks exploding
before my eyes. My choked moans give me away and those fingers are
relentless, opening me over and over again. I completely stop the
assault on Haldir, hanging on to the sensation of the other Elf
taking hold of my hips and pushing himself inside me. Yet not
forcefully, as I had expected, gasping out loud, but probing the
welcoming heat. With a sharp, soundless hiss.

To this, Haldir rises again, taking himself in his one hand while
picking me up and supporting most of my weight as I am
uncontrollably rocked by the motion inside me. It's like the one
behind me knows how to set his pace to rip me apart, piece by piece,
thrusting ever deeper.

How much deeper? I wonder, my mind starting to explode.

''He won't have... me finishing in your... sweet mouth...'' Haldir
whispers, frantically kissing me, as he releases himself with one
last stroke and a whimper, muffled by our kiss. I can feel warm
fluid springing from his hardness and onto our stomachs, but that
quickly goes away, as I grab Haldir, trying to cling to him and I am
flooded by the sensation ripping through my body. Harder...
faster... and, oh Valar! ... deeper the other thrusts into me. I
have never felt anything like that overwhelming heat forging its way
to my very core.

Clutching Haldir in my grasp, I am very, very close to the end, now
assaulted from both sides. Expert fingers stroke my aching member,
massaging the tip and picking up the pace. In the midst of all this
passion, all this mind-blowing pleasure, I feel triumph climbing up
from my heaving chest to my throat, gushing out coarsely as I reach
absolute climax.

''Wish... wish Erestor and Legolas could see us now!'' Petty, I
know, but my dislocated mind cannot reason more that that.

Another thrust and he, deep inside me, also comes with a loud cry of
release and pure agony. It pierces my ears harder then the drum of
my pounding heart. Violently, the other pulls me from Haldir's
embrace, crushing me against his tense, muscular body and hissing in
my ear.

''I am here, as you wish.''

My whole world seems to shrink as I freeze and feel numb, still
holding him inside me. My mind struggles to grasp what is happening,
while waves of delight are still washing over me. I have not the
power to fight, to free myself from his painful grip. I merely start
to shiver, cold, sick, and frightened, as though I'm leaning against
a pillar of steel.

''Legolas...''

''Now what say you?''

There is so much anger in his voice, hissing next to my earlobe,
that I fear for myself.

''Silent, are we? Stunned? Having had the flesh of he whom you loath
so much rock you open?''

There is a claw gripping my insides and tearing them apart. I can no
longer resist the anger and pain ripping through me. I struggle for
breath, my throat is sore, and the cloth covering my eyes is damp.

As brutal as the grip on me comes a shove, and I stumble next to
Haldir, weak, ashamed, and still trying to understand what is going
on. What have they done to me? And why?

Gently, Haldir removes the blindfold, revealing a world distorted
and bleak to my eyes. With a compassionate, honest look, he reaches
out to caress my flushed cheek while trying to pull me into a
comforting embrace.

"Don't touch me! Get away from me!'' I start, removing myself from
his side and wrapping my arms around my knees. I am naked,
vulnerable, and my weakness has been exploited by the two monsters
before me.

''I'm so sorry... I had no say in this, Glorfindel...''

''Don't you dare speak to me! Haldir... don't you dare!''

As the pain wears off, it is replaced by anger. Terrible rage... at
everything. For now, I have nothing left. My love was stolen from
me. My trust betrayed one time too many. I have been stripped of my
pride and whatever dignity I had left. My own body has turned
against me and I've thoughtlessly allowed it to be used in such
ways. I am balancing on the edge of sanity and only a supreme effort
can save me from losing control. Abruptly, I jump to my feet and
stare at Legolas... naked, heavenly beautiful, grinning, teeth
gritted and fists clenched at his sides. But I cannot see the
beauty... just the foe, having used me and broken me. Now I shall
break him.

A heartbeat later, a long, curved knife materialises from the
nightstand into my hand. It was used to tear through cloth last
night. Now, it shall tear through flesh.

Tense, ready to pounce, I face my demon, but Haldir comes between
us. A frightened look in his eyes and a very concerned appearance
serve only to flare me up even further.

''Out of the way, Haldir! I have no business with you just yet.''

''No... Glorfindel, please... don't do this... calm down, please...''

''Leave me!''

I shove Haldir out of the way and head for Legolas, slowly, looking
as terrible as an enraged beast, but steady... ready to pin him down
with the tip of my knife. He is frozen in his spot, expression
altered completely from self-satisfied smugness to shock.

''I shall gut you like you have done to me!''

Not even breathing, I close the gap between us, holding the knife
ready to strike. ''I will have my revenge and serve your head to
your lover before having his!" Your lover, Legolas? The silver-
haired one or the raven-haired? Rage paints a beautiful, bloody
picture of both Elves cut to small pieces by the sharp edge of my
blade.

Nothing but anguish and terror can be read on Legolas' features as
he realises I mean to strike him. As the thought of what he has done
dawns upon him. Still, he does not move away, nor does he seek some
form of defending himself.

''Do it!'' he hisses. The tormented creature must have lost his mind.

''Legolas... What are you...'' Haldir is terrified by the scene
unfolding before his eyes.

''Let him strike me!''

Even Haldir is shocked, leaping close to me and trying to remove the
knife from my fist. But to no avail, for rage lends me more strength
than all the millennia through which I have lived. Striking a heavy
blow to his fair face, I send Legolas tumbling on the bed and I
crash on top of him, slashing the blade across his throat, stopping
a hair's distance from that soft skin.

''No... I shall have you beg for death before I am done with you!''

Legolas is frozen still beneath me, the only lively part of him
being his eyes, now flooded with tears.

''You come to tears so soon?'' I inquire harshly, remembering
clearly how salty tears had pained my eyes but moments ago.

''I... I did not know what else to do... I had to... I couldn't let
you be with him any longer...'' Legolas whimpers, just a whisper of
a strangled voice. My eyes grow wide, staring at him, puzzled at how
sudden all his changes of mood and appearance are.

''You are mad...''

I realise this with no small amount of astonishment. Only madness
and despair could have driven the otherwise calm and collected
Prince to such deeds. And have him break down like this.

I look up to my left, where Haldir is pale, stern, and his only
means of standing is the bedpost against which he is leaning. His
eyes slowly slide from the anguished face of his beloved to my
bewildered gaze.

''Haldir... what is happening?''

Just as shocked as I am, Haldir nods.

''I do not know... Glorfindel, look at him... What has come over
Legolas? Please... remove your blade. Don't hurt him...''

''Not before you tell me why. Why was I the subject of this madness?
Why have you done this to me? Haldir, I put my trust in you and...''

''No... please, don't think that I planned any of this. For I did
not, my friend. I did not know that Legolas was here until he came
behind you... And when he did... I was powerless to stop him. You
did not see the look on his face. It was earth-shattering. Pleading,
threatening, filled with lust and rage. Glorfindel, please believe
me... I would never turn against you.''

''Lest it be to join your former lover... Or is he not your
former? ''

''I do not know... I do not know anymore... Look at him.''

''I couldn't care less about this helpless creature. He is not worth
raising this blade against. You disappoint me, Haldir. I had faith
in you. I cared for you and I would have done anything to see that
your heart is never clouded. I will leave you and your deranged
lover. For now. But I will have my revenge and this will not go
unpunished. Take my word on it.''

I leap off the bed, letting the knife slide out of the fist I had
clenched for so long that my fingers are sore. Suddenly, I am
painfully aware of my nakedness and it has grown very uncomfortable,
for all it does is remind me of what I have been subjected to. I
feel dirty, and cold, whilst searching for my robe and quickly
covering myself.

''Glorfindel, please stop and listen to me... I did not mean to fail
you.''

Haldir has left his place next to the bedpost, closing the gap
between us and enveloping me in a pleading gaze. I hate his
beautiful face and I loathe his incredible body... I am sickened by
how pathetically he looks at me and I am disgusted by how I have
given in to him over and over again.

''Whether you meant for this to happen or not... is of little matter
to me now.''

''But I did not. You have to believe me. I couldn't bear to lose you
too...''

''Your loss might very well be your gain.''

''No, Glorfindel, no. You are angry now, and I understand that. And
I would be even more enraged if I were you. But... tell me... what
would you have done if you were in my place?''

And now it hits me. What would I do, indeed? What if I were in
Haldir's place and he were in mine? What if Erestor had come to
claim Haldir right in front of me... only to prevent our coupling?
The very thought is enough to make me shiver.

''Glorfindel?''

I would throw him out and he would have to thank his lucky stars
that I could not slit his throat for such madness. Betraying me once
is bad enough. A second time would mean the end for him.

Ah, my raven-haired beauty, it is your turn to taste the bitter
fruit of deceit.

''Glorfindel, why do you grin like that?''

''Never you mind, fair Haldir. Tend to your beloved and worry for me
no longer. I am not angry with you. I pity you for your weakness and
I pity myself for getting trapped in this pointless game. But no
more.''

Despite his despondent look, I just clasp the mithril belt around my
waist, straightening the folds of my robe. I have to get out and get
as far away from this place as possible. The scent of spent passion
is revolting to my stomach. Though it be my passion spent also.

''I will go now. Do not try to stop me or follow. You have more
urgent matters to attend to. We will speak again when the memories
of this unfortunate night have faded away.''

Though he wishes to reply, he is halted by the dismissive hand I
raise.

''No... Hold your tongue.''

''Haldir...'' Legolas faintly cries out, still frozen upon the bed.

''Can you not hear him? Your beloved Prince calls for you. Seize
this opportunity, if you still have any desire to do so.''

I don't care about his response. I don't want to turn around and see
anything anymore. I slip into my shoes and flee from Haldir's talan
with a swift swish of silken robes.

I will not cry... I cannot cry. I will voice neither my anger nor my
triumph. I am swept away by a wave of serenity known to me only in
death. I can see everything so clearly now. It is as though I have
left my body and can look upon myself as I wander through the woods.
My feet know the path, as my thoughts trail off.

Every square centimetre of my skin feels soiled by that which I have
so foolishly subjected myself to. I must wash my body and I must
clear my mind before I can look upon myself and say, ''I am
Glorfindel."

The stream is icy cold, only a few feet deep, but my limbs welcome
its purity. Thoroughly, I wash myself, and a grim smile is
constantly curving my lips. I can see all that has come to pass and
I am shocked at how I could allow myself to be a part of it.

How could I let my guard down? Why did I forget who I am and treat
myself like a helpless stray? How could I succumb to pain and
imagine that I would gain gratification by coupling with a bunch of
weaklings? How could I believe myself to be one of them?

My skin burns and I know I will leave marks all over my body, but I
must wash it clean and punish it for clouding my reason and shaming
me so.

Erestor has already paid for his treason. The one he believes above
me, and at the centre of his desires, has failed his love. I could
have claimed his life in revenge and he would not even have flinched
from the strike. But I would not stain my hands with the blood of my
own kin. And he is not even worthy of Haldir... even if the Prince
carries some fine... equipment.

I cannot help but laugh. Perhaps that very equipment is what both
Haldir and Erestor have fallen for. Sadly for them, the Prince
appears to keep his reason there also. And, to my horror, I have
done the same for quite a few days. But no more. It has taken shock
and abuse to remind me of who I am. None the less, I have
remembered. I am Glorfindel, and I have not made history and watched
it being made, was not reborn, to be tangled in a web of pathetic
desires of the flesh.

It is over. I am me again. And I will be my best comfort, my true
friend, my beloved. I need no one else.