Suffocating Shadows
Title: Suffocating Shadows
Author: Kellan Brodie
Fandom: JRR Tolkien
Beta: Alcie
Characters: Glorfindel, Celebrían
Prompt: Darkness, 50_darkfics
Word Count: 415
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, but they are fun to play with.
Author Note: You can find my table here. All stories in the table relate to this one, they are merely out of order at present.
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Glorfindel slammed the door to his chambers, his breath short and his eyes blazing.
Damn the Peredhel! Damn him to the fires of Morgoth and to the Void with any threat Elrond held over him. If death was what was meant for him, a second time, then he would meet it with his held high. He would not crawl on his knees and beg Elrond to keep him around like a dog meant to be kicked again and again because its master was merely bored.
A knock, light and soft, crept beyond the pounding of blood in his ears.
"Come!" he shouted as he slammed his fist into the cold, rough stone of his chamber wall.
Celebrían entered, closing the door quietly behind her. She leaned against the rich oak, her white dress and silver hair made brighter by the darkly-stained wood. "Glorfindel, I do not tend to agree with how my lord treats you, but I have to say I am equally disappointed in what you have done."
He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply before turning to face her. His eyes were still dark, roiling tempests of anger and humiliation warring for supremacy. "I did what I had to."
It was Celebrían's turn to frown, for her eyes to grow serious. "You have damaged Elladan. Turned him into something neither his father nor I can recognize. That was not something you had to do."
"I taught him something very important," Glorfindel snapped.
She nodded once, very slowly. "I see. You have also taught me something very important then: I cannot trust you with my children. You have made Elladan into a confused and brutal adult... I fear now what you may have done to Elrohir."
Elrohir was such a sensitive and quiet Elf, and Glorfindel could see in her gaze just what she thought had made him such. Bile rose in his throat at the mere idea of molesting the solemn-eyed son of his captor. For a brief, encompassing moment, he stepped outside himself and saw this tangled and bloody web that bound all of them together in this perpetual waltz of sorrow. He shook his head, knowing that -- at last -- he could see it all.
He saw, as she left him in the darkness of his misery, just what he had begun all those centuries ago. The far-reaching destruction of each of his actions that led to this empty room full of suffocating shadows and laughing skeletons.
The End
Author: Kellan Brodie
Fandom: JRR Tolkien
Beta: Alcie
Characters: Glorfindel, Celebrían
Prompt: Darkness, 50_darkfics
Word Count: 415
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, but they are fun to play with.
Author Note: You can find my table here. All stories in the table relate to this one, they are merely out of order at present.
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Glorfindel slammed the door to his chambers, his breath short and his eyes blazing.
Damn the Peredhel! Damn him to the fires of Morgoth and to the Void with any threat Elrond held over him. If death was what was meant for him, a second time, then he would meet it with his held high. He would not crawl on his knees and beg Elrond to keep him around like a dog meant to be kicked again and again because its master was merely bored.
A knock, light and soft, crept beyond the pounding of blood in his ears.
"Come!" he shouted as he slammed his fist into the cold, rough stone of his chamber wall.
Celebrían entered, closing the door quietly behind her. She leaned against the rich oak, her white dress and silver hair made brighter by the darkly-stained wood. "Glorfindel, I do not tend to agree with how my lord treats you, but I have to say I am equally disappointed in what you have done."
He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply before turning to face her. His eyes were still dark, roiling tempests of anger and humiliation warring for supremacy. "I did what I had to."
It was Celebrían's turn to frown, for her eyes to grow serious. "You have damaged Elladan. Turned him into something neither his father nor I can recognize. That was not something you had to do."
"I taught him something very important," Glorfindel snapped.
She nodded once, very slowly. "I see. You have also taught me something very important then: I cannot trust you with my children. You have made Elladan into a confused and brutal adult... I fear now what you may have done to Elrohir."
Elrohir was such a sensitive and quiet Elf, and Glorfindel could see in her gaze just what she thought had made him such. Bile rose in his throat at the mere idea of molesting the solemn-eyed son of his captor. For a brief, encompassing moment, he stepped outside himself and saw this tangled and bloody web that bound all of them together in this perpetual waltz of sorrow. He shook his head, knowing that -- at last -- he could see it all.
He saw, as she left him in the darkness of his misery, just what he had begun all those centuries ago. The far-reaching destruction of each of his actions that led to this empty room full of suffocating shadows and laughing skeletons.
The End