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The door opens to screaming.

Terrified screaming, furious screaming, victorious screaming, all intermingled and chaotic. The air beyond the door is black with smoke, cloying and choking all life.

From this realm of destruction leaps a tall lithe figure, his raiment still gleaming gold despite the blood - both his and others. His sword is black from hilt to tip, as is his shield. His hair, long and golden, is tied into the complicated braids of his house, done earlier that evening, a time that seems an age ago now.

He whirls, turning to face this new and unexpected threat, bright blue eyes narrowed in agonized fury, teeth bared in a snarl.

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[lvpd_sidle]

This Millitime is eons away from the drinking contest.

Recognizing Glorfindel, Sara gets water and bandages from the bar. "Are you all right?"

[gondolin-noble.livejournal.com]

Glorfindel, already in a defensive crouch, brings his sword up and sets his shield defensively, black blood dripping off the guard and the rim of the golden-hued shield.

"What are thee?" He growls, his syntax odd and strained as the Bar manages to translate his Sindarian. "What trickery is this?"

[lvpd_sidle]

And he's either from a different timeline or a different version of the same world. Greeeat.

"I am a human. This is no trick. I'm unarmed and please put that away." She holds her hands up. "Are you hurt?"

[gondolin-noble.livejournal.com]

But his ears still ring with the screams of the dying and the victorious cries of the encroaching army, and does not drop his defensive pose. If anything he becomes more tense as, after hours of endless fighting, the next blow does not come.

"I say to thee I will not." He snarls back, this last soldier of Gondolin's great armies.

[lvpd_sidle]

It's on the tip of her tongue to wish him luck with Security, but she doesn't.

"No one here will attack you without provocation," she says slowly. "Please--are you hurt?"

[gondolin-noble.livejournal.com]

Glorfindel isn't at all certain what is happening, how what he knows to be an alley off the Square of the King has turned into this shockingly bright place, how those he was defending and those he was fighting have all disappeared in a flash, but he is still the proud lord of Gondolin he has been for some centuries.
"Why no, strange mistress, how odd of thee to ask a question such as that." He growls, eyes bright behind the rim of his shield. "It has been but a passingly fair night."

[lvpd_sidle]

"Obviously. That blood really brings out the blue in your eyes. My compliments on your sense of fashion," she snaps back, just as sarcastic and not intimidated in the least.

[wolflord_andain]

His snarl is met and matched by the dark, lithe man by the fireplace, grey (red) eyes flickering strangely in the light.

It might be construed as playful, if one were willing to be thought a fool.

[gondolin-noble.livejournal.com]

There is nothing of play in Glorfindel's stance, in his expression. After the blood and death and horror that is his beloved Gondolin gone to ruin, this place, be it dream or bespelled happenchance, seems a horrifying, taunting nightmare. Ears already straining to hear signs of pursuit or further attack hear the answering snarl in the midst of the crowd.

The enemy is here.

Settling his grip, he paces forward, graceful and deadly, searching for both answers to his current situation and retribution for the horrors of this night.

[wolflord_andain]

Oh, Galadan remembers this one, so like the lios alfar.

The Wolflord remembers him and his gleeful mockery very well, indeed.

And that may explain why he stands, attention still firmly fixed on the bloodied and bright figure of Glorfindel, and begins to stalk him in turn, bared teeth flashing bright and sharp.

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"Stand thee, creature of Melkor. Stand and fight." Glorfindel snarls low in his throat, saying in Sindarian the words Bar translates into something more recognizable. Unconsciously he backs away from the crowds, trying to draw out his prey.

"Come to me, son of the darkness. Come and pay for what your kin hath wrought."

[wolflord_andain]

"My kin?"

Galadan's tone is cool and mocking, though a snarl curls deep in his throat, waiting to be given voice.

"What harmed you whence you came is none of mine, bright one, but what harm comes to you now--"

And oh, but his smile has nothing of humor in it.

"That will be at my hand."

Or his teeth.

For Glorfindel is not luring Galadan anywhere he does not want to go, for he has long been exploring the lands out back, and he knows the terrain reasonably well.

[gondolin-noble.livejournal.com]

The back door opens as he backs into it, opening into the frigid night beyond. He cannot hear the slow song of sleeping trees, nor the brighter song of stars in their dance, but he does not find this strange - he will hear naught but the sounds of Gondolin dying for some time to come.

"Come then, proud and mistaken creature, come and meet death." Despite his armor, he stands lightly upon the snow, crouched defensively.

[taishar_malkier]

Lan's head snaps around, eyes narrowed and body instantly tense.

But the battle, wherever it is, doesn't seem to be following the man -- no, the elf; Lan remembers -- through the rapidly closing door.

Lan rises slowly, hands in clear sight and not touching sword hilt. "You are not where you were, Firstborn." His voice is deep, and impassively calm.

[gondolin-noble.livejournal.com]

Blue eyes, wild with battle fury, focus on Lan. He is still unconsciously crouched to receive another onslaught, both blade and shield slick with unnaturally black blood already.

"Where is this place? Where is Gondolin?" He demands, roughly, speaking Sindarian despite what the Bar translates it into. More importantly, he needs to know, where are his people, the ones who still live that he has been fighting to keep that way.

[taishar_malkier]

Last time, he seemed to be accustomed to Milliways.

Whether it's shock or the tunnel vision of battle or something else, this is clearly not last time.

"You're in Milliways. An inn of sorts. Gondolin is on the other side of that door, just as it was."

Lan's balance and body language are always that of a swordsman, even without the sword that always rides at his hip. But right now, that body language is very carefully offering no threat at all.

"There is power woven into the door -- a Gateway of sorts. Most find that time in the world outside does not advance while they are here."

[gondolin-noble.livejournal.com]

He shivers, nerves and pervading horror undoing in part his iron control. He fears he could go to Mandos, and still hear the screams of the dying.

"Just as it was?" He repeats, but the question is agonized. "How do you mean?"

[taishar_malkier]

"A moment ago."

Quietly.

"When you opened that door. I know no more than that. I am from Malkier, far away from your Gondolin."

[gondolin-noble.livejournal.com]

It is visible, as the sudden flaring hope dies in his eyes, as the sudden light dims.

As it has become, then - a charnel house, a dying city for a dying people.

"I see." He says, unconsciously lowering the tip of his sword towards the floor.

[whiteabsolution.livejournal.com]

Sugar blinks at his face when he whirls around to face the bar, she's about three steps away from him, making her way to the bar for a drink of lemonade and a new outfit when he came in. There's nothing really she can say, but she blinks as if to say '..Hi'.

[gondolin-noble.livejournal.com]

Glorfindel blinks back, equally stunned, if for completely different reasons.

He would not, however, be saying hello.

His question would be much more abrupt, and much less concerned with fair manners.

[whiteabsolution.livejournal.com]

"C-Can I help you?" Her voice wavering out of pure intense curiousity as her eyes drifted over his armor and then back to his face. Sugar really didn't care for formalities either.

[gondolin-noble.livejournal.com]

Glorfindel is still silent, his eyes swiftly and carefully scanning and categorizing his surroundings.

"Where is this?" He demands, low and rough and wary. "What is this?"

[whiteabsolution.livejournal.com]

Oh, he's new! Sugar flusters, a little flail of her hands as she thinks up a way to describe this place. "It's...a pub at the end of the universe." She explains slowly then perks up a little. "Would..you like something to drink?" Sugar inquired, trying to be helpful.

[gondolin-noble.livejournal.com]

Glorfindel stares at her, blankly. He has come from fire and pain and death, and...

She is offering him a drink, despite the gore about his person, and the fact he is still very much on guard.

What is this place?