Title: Coming Home
Author: Larien Elengasse
Type: FPS
Characters: Glorfindel/Erestor
Rating: PG
Archive: Rhovanion, OEAM, Mirrormere, Melethryn,
Library of Moria. All others please ask.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, they are
the property of JRR Tolkien and his estate, and I am
sure he would be horrified if he read this.
Feedback: Yes please, larienelengasse@yahoo.com
Author's Notes: Glorfindel and Erestor just won't
leave me alone. Inspired by the passionate,
desperate, angry, and beautiful music by Melissa
Etheridge. A companion piece to "Run". First Person,
Glorfindel's POV.
Summary: Glorfindel has second thoughts and runs
again.


Go on, run. It is what you always do. That was what
you said to me when I left you standing there in the
courtyard a fortnight ago. My heart was in my throat
as I mounted my horse and rode away. I do not know
what scared me more, the way you love me or the fact
that one day I will run one too many times and I will
lose that love. Is that what I have done? Have I
lost your love, Erestor?

I am such a coward. How can one scholarly elf
frighten me so badly that I must run? Indeed, you
frighten me Erestor, more than any Balrog, more than
the Dark Lord himself. I suppose I think if I just
keep moving I can avoid the heartbreak that has
touched so many I have loved. If I keep running, I
will leave it behind, and I will be safe. I will be
alone, as I always have been.

Erestor. Your name takes my breath away, it dies on
the wind in a whisper when it should fly to the
heavens. You are the bain of my existence, keeper of
my conscience, master of my heart. My beautiful
raven. Quiet, assured, braver than I have ever been
or could ever be. Silver eyes that haunt me even now,
eyes that remind me of Ithil's light, eyes that see
deep into my soul. Pale skin and hair like pitch,
hair that I have buried my hands in, skin that I have
consumed like I was starving. I am but a child
compared to you, my dark angel. And because of your
love, I will never be the same.

Gods how I need you. That need shakes me to my core,
it burns me, threatens to consume who I am. I have
died once; I should not fear it a second time. But
this is a different death and my resurrection is
uncertain. Will I reemerge stronger? Will I become a
better elf through your love? Or will I only
disappoint you as I fear I will?

But if I stay here, if I remain in my sanctuary of the
woods, if I stay away from you, my death will be
inevitable. I know death, but I do not know love and
it frightens me. Am I brave enough to face what I
have never known? Am I strong enough to love you as
you deserve? There is only one way to know.

Run. Just this one last time. I am running, Erestor,
running home to you.

~Finis