#glorfindel of the golden flower
Late night doodle of Glorfindel
When Glorfindel arrives in Imladris, he becomes one of Elrond’s first therapy patients. Certain things set him off; fire from the torches, wind flying through his hair and grabbing it like a claw, the shouts of young children that suddenly morph into the screams of his dying men.
He has had his episodes, many behind closed doors, but enough in public for it to cause concern.
Therapy is an alien term to him, in fact, it’s an alien term to all Imladris, as it is a word coined by Elrond himself. He suggest it to Glorfindel, calling it a “healing of the mind” rather than the body. After much consideration, and hesitation (for Glorfindel does not want to acknowledge his problems, let alone the fact that he is weak), he accepts Elrond’s offer.
It is unlike anything he has experienced. It is slow in progress, and requires far too many emotions.
By the end of the session, Glorfindel is a crying mess. Yet, feels strangely relieved.
