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[gondolin_noble]

It's a peaceful evening in the valley - maybe a little too quiet, with Celebrian and her two sons gone to see her parents in Lothlorien. Now that the sons are both well-grown and trained to Glorfindel's standards, he felt comfortable letting them take command of the guard on that particular journey.

It helps that he's personally been over that pass quite a few times this season, and hasn't found any signs of trouble. Not that he'll ever tell the twins that, of course.

Still, it's a very nice evening, a good one to sit with a book and listen to the water (and the never-ending minstrels).

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[gondolin_noble]

"It will be as you say." Glorfindel solemnly replies, accepting the swords the young elves are carrying and sending the pair scurrying off. He waits until they are out of easy earshot before offering Elrond his sword.

And he keeps his grip on it when Elrond goes to take it, making sure he has his lord's attention.

"Keep your head." He orders in return, clearly worried. "Your injury or death will not aid them."

...

He's a fine one to talk.

[starrydome]

Elrond's jaw clenches. Then he nods.

It is only after he his swords hangs at his side that he says, "I cannot look for them. I have to go to Celebrian."
That is what he had seen then.

He tightens his vambraces and calls to his horse. His face is a mask, calm.
He remembers Eregion. Being too late. Celebrimbor's flayed skin flapping in the breeze.

[gondolin_noble]

Asfaloth (the sixth) is hard on the heels of Elrond's stallion, and thankfully someone has managed to saddle him - Glorfindel has no faith in Elrond's willingness to brook further delays.

He is in the saddle a heartbeat behind Elrond, and he's calling to his captains as he and Elrond leave the stables.

[starrydome]

Elves have perfect memory.

But later, Elrond remembers very, very little from the ride.it seemed like they rode forever, being whipped in the face by branches.

As if their horses had wings.

[gondolin_noble]

Glorfindel could wish that they did - the scouts (pale and outraged) rejoin the group sooner than he expected them. He could not be prouder of Elrond's sons, even as he wishes that they hadn't had to prove themselves.

They are still in the forests in the foothills of the mountains when they hear that what they are hunting - the voices of elves, and the cries of yrch.

[starrydome]

They all know these forests and so placing the sounds is not hard.

There is a clearing a little to the West and there is no doubt that the sounds originate from there. The sounds of far too many orcs. Elrond reins in his horse and looks back at Glorfindel.
"Two groups or three?"

There are at least three paths to the clearing, the biggest being the one they are already on. The others are narrower. Slower.

[gondolin_noble]

Glorfindel frowns, but there isn't time to debate the options at length. He does split the group into three, but unevenly - two he sends to go find the larger party that has gone by the Green road, the rest he divides into two, sending one group to circle around and hopefully attack once the orcs are thoroughly distracted. He gives them a few moments to get clear, then cannot wait any longer.

"Ride on!" It's a roar, a challenge, an implicit promise. "Imladris to Celebrian!"

[starrydome]

And Imladris rides, the horses thundering ahead like an unstoppable wave.

And the only thing Elrond can hear is his own heart beating.
As long as it beats, he thinks, she lives.

The clearing is a nightmare. Red blood screaming against the green grass, the glint of steel, the stench of orcs heavy in the air.
There are so many.

But Elrond only sees Celebrian. Like a white flower in the sea of violence. He spurs his horse and it leaps over the orcs rushing at him.
He does not fear for the others. His sons, the ones following him. They have Glorfindel.

He is grazed by a arrow and he doesn't even realize it.

[gondolin_noble]

Glorfindel falls upon the orcs like an avenging Maia, leading the charge to create a wall of armored defense between the exhausted elves and the foul creatures that hunted them. The element of surprise only lasts so long - the orcs have superior numbers, and the shade under the trees is deep. Glorfindel is hard-pressed to maintain the line of defense, and his grief from each elf that falls only adds to the fury of his defense.

And then comes the most beautiful sound in Arda - the clear brave sound of elvish horns as the main war party charges into view and turns the tide in their favor.

[starrydome]

Elrond moves through the cluster of orcs in front of his wife like a blade through smoke.

One of the orcs manages to get through his defense, aiming for his neck. He falls back and the blade cuts across his shoulder instead. He's lost the plate covering it. Possibly right after it deflected an arrow that nicked his arm instead.

(He's broken it off. No sense in trying to do anything about the tip. It would merely start bleeding. And he can move.)

It's a deep gash and it should worry him that he doesn't really feel any pain. But it doesn't.

Celebrian is on the ground. Eyes closed. She is breathing .
Her dress is torn.

His hands slip on the hilt of his sword. It's slick. It hasn't felt that way in ages. He still manages to bury it in the gut of the Orc in front of her. And when it falls, the weight of the body pulls it from his hands.

He doesn't try to retrieve it.

Instead, he unclasps his cloak with clumsy fingers.
(Possibly poison. Maybe just nerves that have been damaged by either blade or arrow)
He drapes it over her body. Warming her. Hiding the tatters. And the blood.

"I'm here, love." Murmured too softly to be heard over the din. She opens her eyes.

He doesn't see the orc throwing itself at them, sword raised.

[gondolin_noble]

Thankfully, Glorfindel does. Yes, he swore to find and protect the twins, and he is, but there are older oaths at play here, and he cannot (will not) forget them.

Thus, it is a conscious decision to turn his back on the latest wave of orcs so he can draw one of his knives and send it and send it flying across the open space in a shining arc. It sinks into the threatening orc's eye to the hilt, but he has his hand on his other knife, just in case. He waits to see the orc drop before turning back to his own fight, almost entirely too late. He catches a black orc blade along his ribs, the armor turning most of the force but eliciting a pained grunt before Glorfindel can return the favor and send the creature's head rolling in a different direction than its body.

[starrydome]

Elrond pays no attention to the din around them. He is stroking his wife's hair, whispering to her.

His fingers are leaving bloody marks on her skin and he wipes them as well as he can on the trampled grass, but cut on his shoulder is weeping and the blood runs down his arm.

She's not hurt. Elsewhere. So she can be moved. But he doesn't trusts his arms to lift her and so they stay on the ground, his body shielding hers.

[gondolin_noble]

Eventually the fighting stops. Eventually. The orcs are not happy about losing their prize - they refuse to retreat, and die hard. The twins return to the fight after a time. Glorfindel is not at all happy about this, but he doesn't have enough soldiers to force them to stand down, so he watches their backs, covering where injuries and rage and exhaustion has made their forms sloppy. The way they fight worries him. The last time he saw the like was before Imladris was formed.

Troubles for another time - preferably one decidedly more comfortable.

Eventually, eventually, there are more elves than orcs. Eventually, he can leave the last few to his captains and start working on the new problems that have formed. First he stops the twins - first Elladan, then Elrohir, forcing them to stand down, to surrender their weapons, to sit down before he stops making it an option. They go, as petulantly as any elfling who has ever tried to avoid a nap.

He should have checked for survivors amongst the dead, first. There's a couple of orcs still moving.

[starrydome]

Orcs are brutish creatures , but they are not wholly unintelligent.
Clever enough to stay still, play dead. Clever enough to jump up when the opportunity arises.

Elrond is distracted by the pale counternance of his silver queen, her silence. He hears the Orc snarl as it hurls itself at them and twists his body to shield her, as he reaches for the long knife in his belt.

Leaving his side unguarded.

[gondolin_noble]

A cry goes up when the orc strikes - so many see it, but no one is close enough to stop it. A breath later it shot full of arrows by the vengeful Imladris guard. Glorfindel is there a moment after that, shoving the dead orc aside to check on Elrond.

Or he would, if he wasn't suddenly under attack from a pair of elves. The twins have already seen what orcs have done to one parent today, they simply cannot abide the injury of another, and Glorfindel took their weapons. Something he's deeply thankful for at the moment, they're vicious enough without them.

[starrydome]

"Stop it!"
Elrond hardly ever raises his voice. Not anymore. Not at his children.

They stop.

He pushes to his knees, pale and bleeding, one hand pressed against his side. " I am fine," he says. "It'll heal.."

He takes a very deliberate breath. "Glorfindel, she will have to be carried. No." Not listening to the twins' protests. "She will need you, where she can see you. You will walk beside her. Talk to her."
Remind her what she has here is what he thinks but doesn't say.

His cloak is covering her from her shoulders down. Pinned in place.
"Nothing's broken. She can be lifted. But there are - cuts. So gently."

[gondolin_noble]

He doesn't entirely trust Elrond's self-assessment, but if Elrond can stand and keep up, it will have to do until he can find a healer to find out what is actually wrong besides grief. The twins are still giving him dark looks, he's pretty sure his side is all the colors of the rainbow and possibly bleeding (Valar know he won't be taking the time to check until they are safe again), and Celebrian...

He has seen Elrond do some fairly amazing things, he knows. He reminds himself of this as he gently scoops her into his arms, reassuring her in a soft litany of words that has more to do with letting her know he isn't an orc than with seeking an answer.

He has been called the lord of the seen and unseen... and he's sure the twins can't see it, he's not sure if Elrond has let himself see yet, but she is so very injured.

[starrydome]

Elrond gts to his feet and accepts the arm of one of the twins. Maybe he's not completely fine after all.

He also catches Glorfindel's eyes.

He knows.

His sword is retrieved from the dead Orc it's lodged itself in, and they begin their slow retreat.

H e too speaks to her as they begin to move, in sot tones. You can't hear that he is in pain when he speaks.

[gondolin_noble]

The tireless training of the Imladris guard pays off again - Glorfindel doesn't have to pull away to divide the remaining soldiers, assign duties, or worry about how they will all get home again. He makes a mental note to reward them later when elves appear to help the injured and exhausted Peredhil onto horses, to bring Asfaloth and make him kneel in the blood-soaked mud so he can mount without shifting Celebrian again, to burn the bodies of the orcs and bring home their own dead with honor.

Instead he can sing to his lady, and ignore the baleful stares of the twins, and make sure Elrond doesn't fall out of his saddle.

[starrydome]

His face is white, with pain and worry, but that is the only outward sign of his inner turmoil.

He does reach out to his sons though, torn between wanting to comfort them and to stay close to Celebrian.
The latter urge wins out in the end, as his own world narrows from pain and blood loss.

He stays in the saddle though. He only needs his legs for that.

[gondolin_noble]

The ride back into the valley is more unending than the ride out - now he has the time to count every hoofbeat, every heartbeat, every cry, every drop of blood.

He would honestly prefer another balrog.

It ends eventually as all things must, and when they clatter into the courtyard a veritable army of healers await them, warned of their coming by the scouts posted at the borders of the valley. They surge around the returning warriors like a rising tide and Glorfindel does not interfere - they take his silver queen without so much as a by-your-leave, and he trusts that while they'll listen to Elrond for a time, they won't let him do anything life-threatening.

[starrydome]

It is a testament to just how worried and worn Elrond is, that he snaps at the healer that comes to assist him get off his horse.
Elrond who is kind and patient and rarely raises his voice. In his own hall.

Everybody takes notice thereof.

He follows the healers and it is late evening before Glorfindel sees him again. Bandaged and pale and leaning against the balustrade of the balcony outside of Celebrian's chamber.
This is obviously as far as they've managed to make him go.

[gondolin_noble]

Glorfindel appears on the balcony before too long, also using the architecture for support (in this case, a wall). He's managed to get out of his armor, and has been given a once-over by the healers - he's been warned he will be hunted down eventually, but for the nonce bandages and a warning not to do anything stupid will suffice. He may be every color of the rainbow, but he didn't manage to garner anything life-threatening.

Though he is more battered than last he saw Elrond - he had been in the healer's wing when the twins were finally cornered. Elladan had been fairly easy to sedate, but Elrohir had fought tooth and nail, and hadn't taken kindly to being restrained.

Glorfindel doesn't ask how Celebrian fares - actually, he's surprised the poor elf hasn't fled for Mandos already. He's seen those less grievously wounded succumb faster. Clearly, Celebrian is at least as stubborn as her mother.

[starrydome]

"How are they?"
Elrond sounds even more worn than he looks. And he looks very worn indeed.

[gondolin_noble]

"Angry. Sedated, for the time being. They need rest and neither was particularly inclined to take it." Glorfindel doesn't have it in him to be sorry to have forced the issue. They would have only ended up doing something to make the grief of today worse.