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Glorfindel of the Golden Flower ([personal profile] golden_years) wrote in [community profile] gondolindrim2014-03-24 01:35 pm

(on returning...)

He's stumbled back, and before the chill of Mandos has even left his bones, he knows too well where he is.


The name is spoken aloud, not for anyone else but simply as an affirmation, an acceptance of fate's (and the Valars') whim. Glorfindel advances slowly, his feet bare and clothing tattered. Clearly this is an elf who has seen better days. Looking close enough, one might notice the eyes which don't match. Closer still and you may even make out the thin scar beneath beneath one eye. These are a remnant of his death, the place where the Balrog's whip licked up to touch him. They are left to him as a reminder of what will be again.

He stumbles, collapsing near the seventh gate. He's tired and sore - his return too quick, he's certain - but he can feel his heart beat strong and knows he is home. Soon he will be himself again, after a rest and a good meal.

If only he had the energy to get back on his feet...
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[personal profile] ecthelion_of_gondolin 2014-03-26 03:58 pm (UTC)(link)
*He's out speaking with the guards on duty at the seventh gate, when she sees the elf stumble and collapse, and he heads over to him hurriedly*

Are you all right? Can I assist you?