Will You Ever Learn
Title: Will You Ever Learn
Author: Kellan Brodie
Fandom: JRR Tolkien
Beta: Alcie
Characters: Glorfindel, Elrond
Prompt: Nails, 50_darkfics
Word Count: 462
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, but they are fun to play with.
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He stalked through the halls of the Last Homely House, his blue eyes dark, his fair face shadowed. Yet again he was called before his master, and the Elf had grown weary of these weekly summons. It seemed that, no matter how many years passed, no matter how many deeds he performed, no matter how well he raised Elrond's sons, the Master of Imladris would never forgive him.
Would never let him go.
Glorfindel slid into the meeting room as Elrond and Erestor concluded some bit of business. His jaw clenched to see the Chief Councilor collect his papers and flee the room. How dare Erestor behave as if he were some kind of mon--
"You."
His eyes left the retreating form, his chin lifting almost in defiance as Elrond took a few steps toward him.
"My Lord," he said in a tight voice.
Elrond's own gaze was as cold as the winter skies outside. "Rúmil tells me you have been spending too much time with his brother."
Of course. Glorfindel's lips curved into a darkly amused smirk. "Does he? And has he asked Orophin's opinion on the matter or did he come tell you I was defiling his baby brother?"
"You sicken me," the Peredhel snarled.
"Then send me away," was the immediate response, just as angry.
Now it was Elrond's turn to smile darkly. "You would like that too much, Glorfindel. No. You belong here." A step closer. "You belong to me."
"Are we done?"
"Stay away from Orophin," his Lord commanded, returning to his desk.
"I will not. What I do when off duty is my business, Elrond. Not yours," Glorfindel said with more defiance in his words than he had dared for centuries. But he was tired of this game, this mockery of friendship outside closed doors. He hated Elrond for binding him here, and Elrond hated him for having taken away what was most precious to him. "If you do not want me to spend... time with Orophin, send me away."
Elrond watched him with those emotionless, pitiless eyes, but Glorfindel did not blink. He would not be flogged for something he had not done. This constant sense of quiet crucifixion nails slowly and methodically driven into his wrists, through what was left his heart, was wearing him thin.
"No. You will stay away from Orophin or I will have you imprisoned."
There was a battle of wills. Eyes never wavering, but finally, as always, Glorfindel looked away. Once Elrond had followed through on such a threat. Once was enough.
Three months without sunlight left an impression.
"As you will, my Lord," he spat out before turning on his heel and slamming through the door.
One more nail.
He would be forever hanging from his cross.
End
Author: Kellan Brodie
Fandom: JRR Tolkien
Beta: Alcie
Characters: Glorfindel, Elrond
Prompt: Nails, 50_darkfics
Word Count: 462
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, but they are fun to play with.
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He stalked through the halls of the Last Homely House, his blue eyes dark, his fair face shadowed. Yet again he was called before his master, and the Elf had grown weary of these weekly summons. It seemed that, no matter how many years passed, no matter how many deeds he performed, no matter how well he raised Elrond's sons, the Master of Imladris would never forgive him.
Would never let him go.
Glorfindel slid into the meeting room as Elrond and Erestor concluded some bit of business. His jaw clenched to see the Chief Councilor collect his papers and flee the room. How dare Erestor behave as if he were some kind of mon--
"You."
His eyes left the retreating form, his chin lifting almost in defiance as Elrond took a few steps toward him.
"My Lord," he said in a tight voice.
Elrond's own gaze was as cold as the winter skies outside. "Rúmil tells me you have been spending too much time with his brother."
Of course. Glorfindel's lips curved into a darkly amused smirk. "Does he? And has he asked Orophin's opinion on the matter or did he come tell you I was defiling his baby brother?"
"You sicken me," the Peredhel snarled.
"Then send me away," was the immediate response, just as angry.
Now it was Elrond's turn to smile darkly. "You would like that too much, Glorfindel. No. You belong here." A step closer. "You belong to me."
"Are we done?"
"Stay away from Orophin," his Lord commanded, returning to his desk.
"I will not. What I do when off duty is my business, Elrond. Not yours," Glorfindel said with more defiance in his words than he had dared for centuries. But he was tired of this game, this mockery of friendship outside closed doors. He hated Elrond for binding him here, and Elrond hated him for having taken away what was most precious to him. "If you do not want me to spend... time with Orophin, send me away."
Elrond watched him with those emotionless, pitiless eyes, but Glorfindel did not blink. He would not be flogged for something he had not done. This constant sense of quiet crucifixion nails slowly and methodically driven into his wrists, through what was left his heart, was wearing him thin.
"No. You will stay away from Orophin or I will have you imprisoned."
There was a battle of wills. Eyes never wavering, but finally, as always, Glorfindel looked away. Once Elrond had followed through on such a threat. Once was enough.
Three months without sunlight left an impression.
"As you will, my Lord," he spat out before turning on his heel and slamming through the door.
One more nail.
He would be forever hanging from his cross.
End