Debts
Title: Debts
Author: Kellan Brodie
Fandom: JRR Tolkien
Beta: Unbeta'd at present
Characters: Glorfindel
Prompt: Torture, 50_darkfics
Word Count: 509
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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The grey eyes watched the golden-haired Elf as he walked from the bed to the balcony and back again. They followed Glorfindel as he then walked from the bed to the wardrobe. They kept careful, obsessive track of every movement Glorfindel made, no matter how mundane. The owner of the eyes was certain that the Elf would eventually shed the act of innocence.
His jaw clenched as Glorfindel bent to inhale the scent from a vase of wildflowers someone had left behind in the room. The look of absolute bliss on Glorfindel's face as he lifted his head from the colourful bouquet made Elrond's blood boil. Just watching the Elf was pure torture.
It wasn't fair.
Glorfindel wasn't supposed to be the one here. Last night, life in Lindon had briefly seemed to shine brighter when he'd thought he'd been granted what he sought. But, no. He'd been left with this.
He watched Glorfindel stand and glance around the room. The bright blue eyes landed on Elrond, who had been lurking in the shadows near the door. Instantly, Glorfindel's body tensed and the joy Elrond had seen before in his face evaporated. That visible shift in mood annoyed Elrond even more.
Elrond stepped forward, arms crossed, eyes narrowed, and took in the shabby clothing Glorfindel wore. "Have you no pride in your appearance?" he snapped.
"I wear what I've been given," Glorfindel replied smoothly.
"I will have appropriate clothing delivered," Elrond said as he walked to the balcony and looked out over the courtyard below. Glorfindel stood at attention, like the ideal warrior, and remained quiet. Even the silence irked the Half-elf. "You are in my debt, Glorfindel."
Wisely, Glorfindel didn't argue this point.
"You are here by my power. You remain here because I allow it." Elrond turned to face Glorfindel. "You're here because you took Elros' second chance from him so you could selfishly have your own."
Now there was a reaction on the beautiful, noble face. It was anger. Elrond recognized the pinched features well.
"I am here because the Valar chose for me to be here," Glorfindel replied, tightness seeping into his voice. "You may have given them the pathway, but they made the choice for you."
Elrond's hands clenched. "You're here because you are a sly and narcissistic Elf who couldn't realise his time has passed and no one wanted him back."
The barb struck as Elrond had hoped. Glorfindel's mouth snapped shut and his cheeks were stained pink.
"Now, I will go to the High King and explain that the Valar have so kindly returned one of the champions of Gondolin to us. We will find a position for you here, and I will have clothes brought up." Elrond stepped a little closer. "But remember, Glorfindel, that you are not my friend, and I did not bring you back by choice. You owe me your life."
Glorfindel's jaw twitched. "I owe you nothing, Elrond," he said in a low, dangerous voice.
Elrond smiled, and it was a cold, almost frightening expression. "We'll see."
End
Author: Kellan Brodie
Fandom: JRR Tolkien
Beta: Unbeta'd at present
Characters: Glorfindel
Prompt: Torture, 50_darkfics
Word Count: 509
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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The grey eyes watched the golden-haired Elf as he walked from the bed to the balcony and back again. They followed Glorfindel as he then walked from the bed to the wardrobe. They kept careful, obsessive track of every movement Glorfindel made, no matter how mundane. The owner of the eyes was certain that the Elf would eventually shed the act of innocence.
His jaw clenched as Glorfindel bent to inhale the scent from a vase of wildflowers someone had left behind in the room. The look of absolute bliss on Glorfindel's face as he lifted his head from the colourful bouquet made Elrond's blood boil. Just watching the Elf was pure torture.
It wasn't fair.
Glorfindel wasn't supposed to be the one here. Last night, life in Lindon had briefly seemed to shine brighter when he'd thought he'd been granted what he sought. But, no. He'd been left with this.
He watched Glorfindel stand and glance around the room. The bright blue eyes landed on Elrond, who had been lurking in the shadows near the door. Instantly, Glorfindel's body tensed and the joy Elrond had seen before in his face evaporated. That visible shift in mood annoyed Elrond even more.
Elrond stepped forward, arms crossed, eyes narrowed, and took in the shabby clothing Glorfindel wore. "Have you no pride in your appearance?" he snapped.
"I wear what I've been given," Glorfindel replied smoothly.
"I will have appropriate clothing delivered," Elrond said as he walked to the balcony and looked out over the courtyard below. Glorfindel stood at attention, like the ideal warrior, and remained quiet. Even the silence irked the Half-elf. "You are in my debt, Glorfindel."
Wisely, Glorfindel didn't argue this point.
"You are here by my power. You remain here because I allow it." Elrond turned to face Glorfindel. "You're here because you took Elros' second chance from him so you could selfishly have your own."
Now there was a reaction on the beautiful, noble face. It was anger. Elrond recognized the pinched features well.
"I am here because the Valar chose for me to be here," Glorfindel replied, tightness seeping into his voice. "You may have given them the pathway, but they made the choice for you."
Elrond's hands clenched. "You're here because you are a sly and narcissistic Elf who couldn't realise his time has passed and no one wanted him back."
The barb struck as Elrond had hoped. Glorfindel's mouth snapped shut and his cheeks were stained pink.
"Now, I will go to the High King and explain that the Valar have so kindly returned one of the champions of Gondolin to us. We will find a position for you here, and I will have clothes brought up." Elrond stepped a little closer. "But remember, Glorfindel, that you are not my friend, and I did not bring you back by choice. You owe me your life."
Glorfindel's jaw twitched. "I owe you nothing, Elrond," he said in a low, dangerous voice.
Elrond smiled, and it was a cold, almost frightening expression. "We'll see."
End