Title: Holding On
Series: 50 Passages
Author: Tuxedo Elf
Characters: Glorfindel/Ecthelion
Prompt: 07 - We believe that we may meet again in a time to come, and
perhaps we shall find somewhere a land where can live together and
both be content.
Word Count: Approx 300
Rating: PG
Summary: One lost, thinks
Author's Notes: I gave in to my temptation and made a second claim.
As well as Rúmil I am now also writing Glorfindel/Ecthelion.

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"You are not angry with me." The voice was cool, but it held a hint
of amazement at this realisation.

"Nay, my Lord - I am not."

The tall, dark figure shook his head.

"Interesting - Do you feel anything at all? I imagine you must," he
queried, rather enjoying the enigma. Surprises were so rare and he
wished to make the most out of this one.

"Indeed," came the reply. "I feel much. I am saddened at his leaving
and for my loss. Yet at the same time I am proud and wish him only
the best. Though my heart aches terribly to be so alone, I know it
was the right choice - he was the right choice."

"You are wise - wiser than I had thought, for which I must apologise.
However, the heart is a strange thing. What is it that keeps your
from despair?"

In the semi-darkness, a pale face smiled.

"We believe that we may meet again in a time to come, and perhaps we
shall find somewhere a land where can live together and both be
content. Be it in the Hither Lands or the Blessed Realm, it matters
not. That, my Lord, is what keeps me from despair."

A laugh greeted this reply, a strange, hollow sound that seemed to
echo in the emptiness.

"Such hope in one so fallen, it is quite intriguing. Keep your hope,
fair one, and perhaps Eru will one day see fit to make real your
wish. Farewell."

Abruptly and with barely a thought he was gone, such being the way of
Námo, Lord of the dead.

Ecthelion paid him no heed, staring into the mists as he thought upon
his reborn lover, with whom he would eternally hope to be reunited.

End