Title: Run

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. First Person, Erestor's POV.

Summary: Erestor loves Glorfindel.


Go on, run. It is what you always do. In the ages I
have known you, through war, through peace, it is the
only thing about you that has ever remained the same.
You have only ever been at peace in wartime. It is
your purpose, you said: fighting, running, chasing,
killing. Live life to its fullest, never show
weakness, never show fear, never love. At least that
is what you would have me believe.

But I know what the others do not. I see who you are
though you try to hide it. I see the fear and
uncertainty; I see the love and kindness inside you.
I know what you run from, and this has been my
undoing.

It had to be you that broke down the walls I had so
carefully constructed. You in all your fire and
majesty, you with your strength and beauty and bright
laughter.

Damn that wager! I curse the night I made it, I curse
the night I opened the door and saw you there: golden,
powerful, perfect. But we both know that is not
really true. I may curse you, but I cannot help but
love you, love you until my heart bursts, love you
until I can only scream, cry, rail and drown. I have
burned in your fire, and I have risen from the ashes
of my former self - a free, beautiful bird soaring
upon the waves of the wind. I will never be the same.

Glorfindel. Your name spills from my lips like a
prayer. Indeed it is a prayer, a prayer I utter with
breathless adoration, with hopeless devotion, and this
prayer will drive me mad. I will not live without
you, I will settle for no one but you, even if I have
to follow you to Mandos' Halls.

I said the three words I was not supposed to say, I
said the only thing that can strike fear in your
heart. I love you. I whispered them at first, when
you were not listening, when you were sleeping, when
you were riding out into the wilds to do your duty.
Now I shout them to the mountaintops, my promise
carried upon the wind.

Go on, run. It is what you always do. But know that
there is nowhere you can run that I will not follow,
know that nothing you can do or say will stop the
flood that has been released. Released by a kiss, by
a touch of your hand upon my face. Do not fear me, my
love. Run if you must, but I know you will return.
And when you do, I will be here, shouting my love for
you to the heavens.

~Finis