Title: Tick, Tock.
Author: Naresha
Email: north_shore_fruitcake@yahoo.com.au
Type: FPS Slash
Pairing: Glorfindel.
Rating: PG-13/M
Beta: Inwë; Sáralondë
Summary: Glorfindel's inner bane.
Warnings: Angst
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, all
characters were created by JRR Tolkien and it is
not intended to cause insult or offence to the
persons referred to herein.
Feedback: Keeps Spitsy the plot bunny in carrots.
Archiving: Elffetish, Melethryn, Mirrormere,
OEAM, Writings of Resha, Slash Me Happy. - All
others just ask!
Notes: I know that the general theory is that
Glorfindel was reborn, but I wanted to take a
different tack on it - for this fic at least!
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Late, late. Always late. Never on time.

Always at the mercy of the clock. Tick, tock.
Always at the mercy of the clock.

"Where have you been? Why can you never be on
time for once?!" The words ring in my ears over
and over again. Everyday another person saying
the same words to me again and again.

Tick, tock. Tick, tock. Always at the mercy
of the clock.

"Hurry, hurry!!! We must not be late! Why
are you always so slow? I thought you were a
warrior!"

Being dragged through hallways because I was
so slow, heads shaking at me when I was late for
dinner yet again. Disappointed looks on sombre
faces when, once again, I missed an event or
broke yet another promise.

But they don't know. They don't know! And I
will not tell them. All I hear is the ticking of
the clock. I am late, always late. I know I'm
late. I'm always late.

Tick. Tock. Always at the mercy of the
clock.

The shocked looks when I pull away, the shaky
excuses I then make to cover over the truth. The
truth that I cannot run; that I can barely walk
alone. That the second life I was granted had
come at a high price. I did not bear the scars
on my skin, but deep within my body, the pains of
old haunted me continuously. I did not hobble or
limp as I walked, for my muscles could no longer
move in that way, and so, I was late. Always
late.

Tick, tock. Tick, tock. Always at the mercy
of the clock.

Come, come Glorfindel! My. One would think
you had forgotten how to walk!

END