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The infirmary is set up for some minor sedated surgery.

"It will disappear on its own," Elrond replies. "Either on this body or the next."

He looks very tired, all of a sudden. And sets about binding the wound again. Slowly and methodically.

"It is not the first time this has come to pass, but when I first saw him, I feared it would be the last. The wound was deeper and it had been cut with an evil blade. Poisonous in more ways than one."

Guppy asks one of the waitrats to bring Elrond some tea.

"His world is very dangerous?"

"We have been at war for millennia. Glorfindel gave his life when the city of Gondolin fell, but he had sworn to protect his lord and his lord's family. When he was rehoused - it is what we call it when those who have lost their lives are given a new body - he asked to be allowed to return to Middle-earth. To fulfill his oath. His lord was dead then. And his son had left the world. But I was there. And so he dedicated himself to my service. When I left - when I leave for the lands in the West, he will stay behind to guard my sons. That is what he was doing when he was hurt."

His eyes look misty.

"He was tired and worn. And perhaps I should not have interfered. But I couldn't let him suffer, and I could not let him go."

Guppy nods.

"Shall I wake him slowly, give him some time to rest?"

"That will be for the best I should think," Elrond replies.

Guppy slowly reverses the anaesthetic and takes the tube out, then monitors him until he goes from unconscious to asleep.

"He's resting now, he's breathing on his own."

"Thank you, Guppy Sandhu," Elrond says.
There cab be no doubt that it is heartfelt.

"I shall stay here till he wakes."

"I'll be around if you need me."

Guppy makes sure the rats bring Elrond's tea, then departs.

And Elrond settles down, drifting off after a while. Once he is certain that yes, Glorfindel is breathing on his own.

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