#haldir fanfic

[gloomwitchwrites]

Gentle Dark

Haldir x Female Reader

Content & Warnings: romantic tension, yearning, passionate kissing, fade to black, admission of feelings, fluff, light angst

Word Count: 1.3k

On a patrol together, Haldir confronts you about your feelings for him even though you’re promised to another.

A/N: For @childofyuggoth

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The stars twinkle through the gnarled canopy. White. Bright. Bathing the forest floor with iridescent light. You close your eyes and inhale deeply, savoring the scents of the forest around you. Caras Galadhon dwells behind you, sleeping and silent in the peaceful dark.

You are attuned to every sound in the deep wood, and as you filter through it all, you find nothing out of place or suspicious. But the disturbance of the wood is not of your immediate concern. There are greater trials and closer bodies that seek your attention other than the animals that softly move through the underbrush.

Haldir of Lórien is a beacon in the dark. You sense him before you see him, standing just shy of your right shoulder.

“The night is quiet,” he whispers.

You open your eyes, turn to face him. “It is indeed.”

Haldir’s gaze casually drops to your lips and then back to your eyes. A gentle heat radiates up your body to encompass you in its embrace. You have little control over your body’s reaction to him.

The answering of your flesh when he is in your presence is unfair. It is a cruel joke. You are promised to another, but not one of your choosing. If you had a choice, you would pick Haldir.

Always.

But that is not to be. That is not the path set out before you.

Him standing here next to you, alone in the gentle dark, is agony. The heat of him is so near, so alive that it sends your senses tingling with anticipation. The clashing beat within you is a deafening drum.

Can Haldir hear the racing of your heart? Can he sense your need and your aching tremble?

You hope he can’t, but you also silently hope that he does. What would he do then?

Haldir’s gaze finally leaves you to glance out into the wood. “We should begin the patrol.”

“Of course,” you murmur, inclining your head, allowing Haldir to take the lead.

He returns his gaze to you briefly before taking a step forward to walk between two trees. You follow him at a short distance, watching the distance, keeping a constant pivot. The two of you walk in relative silence, moving like phantoms amongst the towering trees.

At a small clearing, Haldir pauses. You cozy up beside him, a question starting to form on your lips.

“Do you remember this place?” he asks softly, gaze fixated at the center of the clearing. A sharp beam of moonlight illuminates the ground. The flowers glow under its lunar light.

You do know this place. On one of your many patrols with Haldir, he confessed his love in this very clearing. He held your hands in his, kissed your knuckles and each of your fingers. He whispered in a longing of gentle song that soothed your nerves and calmed your soul. In that moment, you didn’t want anyone else, you only wished for him.

But how things change.

“It is etched upon my heart,” you answer truthfully.

Haldir’s silver hair shines like starlight. “I’d like to stay here. My memories of this place are happy ones.”

The two of you have come to this clearing on multiple occasions. It is no coincidence that Haldir’s patrol includes you. He selects you on purpose, and you go with him willingly because you desire the closeness. It will not last forever, not when you’re promised to another.

“We can only linger here for so long,” you remind him.

Haldir sighs heavily, and turns to face you. He has always been stoic. Calm. Even in your presence, even when he whispered gentle words of love to you, Haldir never appeared…desperate.

The look on his face now is anything but calm. It is intense—a billowing storm tightly contained.

“Stop looking at me like that,” you murmur, startled by the sudden change.

Haldir’s gaze goes to your lips, lingers, and then flicks up to your eyes. “Why do you deny yourself what you want?” he asks.

You swallow and tuck your clenched fist behind your back. Haldir’s directness is too much. He knows that this is not of your own choosing.

“You cannot ask this of me,” you answer, hating yourself for sounding so weak.

Haldir entirely shifts his body in your direction. Taking a step forward, he moves into your space. Your back bumps up against the tree next to you. Haldir places his hand against the trunk next to your head.

You are trapped, but by all the stars in the night sky, you do not care.

His scent is woodsy and clean. You lean in a bit, inhaling, attempting to remember his smell since this might be your last opportunity to do so.

“You stay loyal to him.” Haldir bends at the elbow, pressing in. “And yet you know that he lusts after another.” The center of his brow furrows slightly. “Why not be with someone who will always worship you?”

Him. Him, meaning, your betrothed. The one you’re supposed to be with in the end. The selection made for you. This is an expectation placed upon you.

And Haldir is right. He does not love you. While you intend to be loyal in your upcoming marriage, you also know his heart will yearn for another. But you also yearn for someone else, and Haldir is standing right here, questioning all of this, wanting to know why you won’t pick him.

“Sometimes duty comes before happiness,” you reply softly, gaze cast downward.

“Does it?” he counters quickly.

You keep your face turned toward the ground. Stare at your feet.

The two of you have lain in this clearing, limbs draped over and around each other. There has always been closeness between the two of you. There has always been touching, skin pressed to skin, lips brushing but never fully meeting. Yet, the two of you have never completed the act itself.

That is binding. That is forever.

But you see it in Haldir’s eyes now as you sneak a peek of him. That desperate hunger. The desire to be with one person for the end of your days. It is an arrow through the heart, piercing and sharp and stinging.

You wish to satiated it, to admit to what you want most in this world. Because it is him. It is Haldir that you crave more than anyone else.

“I would be breaking my oath,” you reply softly, finally having the courage to look at him directly.

“Would you?” he asks. “You have made no vow. You have created no bond. The choice is yours. Utterly.” He gestures at himself with his free hand. “And I am right here.”

With a shaking hand, you reach up to cradle his cheek. Haldir turns into your touch, sighing gently, and that snaps your resolve, dissolves it like the winter snows melting in the sun. Haldir must sense the change, because the two of you meet, lips finally joining in what they’ve been longing for.

He tastes perfect. Wonderful. A match made for the ages.

Haldir’s hand upon the tree departs, leaving the bark to encircle your waist, to draw your body against his. You do not resist. You surrender to him, opening like a flower, wanting nothing more than to forget all your fears and sorrows in this little clearing.

The night is long, but it is not forever. For now, the two of you can have this.

Haldir drags you even closer, pressing you firmly against him as he learns the contours of your lips. His hands discover the planes of your body, and yet it’s not enough for him. Haldir is charged like lightening across the sky.

The two of you have been denying these mutual feelings for far too long.

This is a tremor. Earth-shaking. A star bursting into dust.

Haldir guides you to the center of the clearing, easily removing his cloak with one hand. He breaks away a moment to lay it down on the dewy grass, reaching for you the moment it fans out to hold the two of you.

You sink down with him, buckles and straps, and armor disappearing as you go.

It is everything.

It is nothing.

It is all you need in the gentle dark.

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[tamurilofrivendell]

Homecoming | Haldir x Reader

Pairing: Haldir/Reader

Read on AO3

Summary: Haldir returns with the rest of the survivors from Helm’s Deep and, deciding he has wasted enough precious time, confesses his feelings to you.

Prompt: (inspired by this post by @oneofmanyinterests​ - hopefully that’s okay!)

Tags: @achromaticerebus​, @desert-fern​, @firelightinferno​, @weepingdreammarvel​, @silverrose365 

The woods of Lothlórien were quiet, almost as if the trees were in mourning. Indeed, things had been a little solemn since the soldiers set out for Helm’s Deep. The Lord and Lady had barely been seen the last couple of weeks and it was said that they were planning the Lady's departure from Middle Earth. You hadn’t given a lot of thought to sailing west, not of late at least. You couldn’t. All your thoughts had been fixed upon one very specific thing.

Or one very specific ellon.

Haldir had gone with the others to Helm’s Deep. He had gone to fight alongside the men there and, while you knew it was a noble and decent thing they had all done, your thoughts had been quite sorrowful since they left.

You and Haldir were such good friends and you couldn’t hide your worry. Your fear that he might not return. Truthfully, you were more than just good friends... at least on your part. You had harboured feelings towards him for a very long time now but you would not speak of it for fear of ruining the friendship you held so dear. Having him as a friend was better than not having him at all.

The sky was cloudy and you were high up in a tree this day, having sought solitude from the moment the sun had risen. At first you had sat in silence, thinking you would listen to the birds but the forest was so quiet that soon you could not bear it. So you had soon risen your voice in song as you were often wont to do.

It was this song that the weary Galadhrim returned to that day. It lifted their hearts a little even as their minds mourned that which they had lost. Their fellow soldiers. Friends. Not everybody had returned and the journey home from Helm's Deep had been a somber one.

Haldir, usually a leader, had drifted towards the back of the group. It was because of him, of course, that they were quite late in returning to Lórien. He had been terribly injured in that fight and, truthfully, he had thought he would die there. However, upon discovering he was alive, Aragorn and one of the elven healers who had survived, tended him and slowly but surely he had woken. The rest of the surviving elves had refused to return home without their Marchwarden.

The song they heard as they walked through the wood was beautiful and while it did bring them a little hope, for Haldir it made him feel like he had finally come home - and it was only now that he realised his home was a person, not a place.

Veering off from the other elves, he had walked beneath the trees until he found the one you were sitting in. You did not notice him at first and he stood there for a long few moments, simply listening.

When you finally realised you were no longer alone, you cast your curious gaze downwards and Haldir watched as the recognition caused a bright smile to break out over your beautiful face.

"Haldir!" You could have cried. He was here! He was home! He was alive!

"I hope you have not been sitting up there since I left." He teased lightly, the weight upon his shoulders lifting a little. He recalled you sitting in this very tree the morning they had all set off.

"And if I have?" You teased back with a smile, your worry melting away as it was replaced with utter relief to be looking upon his face once more.

You both fell silent for a few moments then, looking back at each other, the Marchwarden and the one he had loved for more years than he cared to count. It occurred to him then that he had wasted quite a lot of time. Never mind the fact that he had all the time in the world - or thought he had, before his very recent brush with death.

“Will you come down?” He asked.

“Why don’t you come up?” You retorted, smiling.

Haldir laughed and then nodded, moving to climb the tree, settling beside you in the sturdy branches.

Your smile had faded away as you watched him, noting the slight strain he had attempted to fully conceal from you. When he looked up next, you were frowning.

“What happened?” You asked softly.

Haldir shook his head, casting his gaze over the forest for a long moment, the memory of the battle fresh in his minds eye.

“Not all of us returned.” He murmured, neglecting to give you any information on his own injuries at this moment. He had healed enough, just the slightest twinge remained and that too, would soon be gone.

You looked back at him sadly, before you reached over and placed a hand upon his arm. “But you did.”

Haldir nodded, his smile returning, brightening his beautiful face. “Yes. I did.”

“Good.” You said, giving his hand a squeeze and lowering your gaze. “I do not know what I would have done...”

Haldir smiled at you gently, the tips of his ears pinkening slightly as his mind flickered to what he truly wished to say but somehow found it felt as if the words had frozen in his throat as he tried to get them out.

You noticed he seemed uncomfortable and tilted your head slightly. “Does something trouble you?”

Haldir smiled slightly at how well you could read him. It had been such for a very long time. The two of you had a kind of synchronicity that had come from your long years of friendship...

...but what if that’s all it was?

What if his feelings were not returned and he lost you? He was not sure he would be able to get past that. Still, he also felt that he could not continue to keep this inside, not now, so he lifted his gaze back to your face and took a deep breath.

“Yes.” He nodded. “Something troubles me greatly.”

You frowned immediately and reached out for his hand. You took it in your own and gave it a reassuring squeeze, wondering if it was something to do with what he had just left, what he had faced at Helm’s Deep, that was paining him. “What is it? Tell me, I can help.”

Haldir’s lips twitched at that and he nodded again. “Yes, I think that you may be the only one who could help.”

You gave him a questioning look at that, raising a confused eyebrow, but you didn’t say anything - allowing for him to continue.

The way Haldir said your name next made you shiver a little, though he didn’t really notice as he was now too caught up in getting the words out before he completely missed his chance.

“When I left Lórien for Helm’s Deep, I could not know whether or not we would come back. Many did not. They are gone and, truthfully, I was almost one of them.” He sighed, his thoughts moving once more to the elvish life that had been lost there.

You absently brushed your thumb over his knuckles, bringing him back to the present moment.

Haldir’s attention blinked back up at you and his heart was in his eyes.

“I realise now that I have wasted so much time. I have-” The briefest hesitation and then he tumbled over the cliff and it was too late to try and climb back up. “I have loved you for many centuries.”

Your breath caught in your throat as you stared back at him in shock. He... he loved you? He had loved you for... so long? How could you not have noticed? How could he not have said a word!

Though you reminded yourself that you felt the same and you had not said a word either.

Haldir mistook your stunned silence for something it wasn’t and ducked his head briefly, embarrassment flooding through him as he gently peeled his hand from your grasp. Inwardly, he chastised himself. He should have just kept his mouth closed! He had no doubt lost your much treasured friendship.

“I apologise.” He muttered, hiding his dismay behind his usual stoic exterior. “I should not have spoken on it. I did not mean.... I will leave you to--”

“Haldir.” You breathed his name in such a way that made him quickly look back up at you. You had tears in your eyes and, even heartbroken, he could not stand to see you cry - he lifted his hand and gently brushed away the tears as they fell. Though, the next words out of your mouth made him freeze in position, almost not fully comprehending.

“I have loved you the same.” You admitted, gazing back at him with nothing but adoration, watching the soft frown fall away from his expression, his mouth falling open in surprise.

Haldir felt as though his heart could burst right out of his chest with the amount of joy he felt at those six words. He threw all caution to the wind as he gathered you into his arms and just held you for a long moment, in complete disbelief that you could love him as he loved you!

Then, he pulled back, gently framed your face with his hands and leaned in to kiss you.

You were not sure you had the words to fully explain what you felt as he kissed you. Actually kissed you! Haldir! Kissing you! It was unfathomable.

However you were quick to participate, deepening the kiss and pouring all of your emotions into the act. You did not want him to be at all uncertain of your feelings.

Eventually, you both pulled back, a little breathless. Haldir chuckled, looking back at you with complete awe. He caressed your face gently and then let go, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you close to him.

There the two of you sat for a long while, just basking in the glow of your shared emotions. Your love. You sat with your head on his shoulder, his arm around you, and you had never felt better in your whole life.

Soon, you began to sing again.

As Haldir held you close, listening to your beautiful voice fill the air around him, he felt it once more.

He had finally come home.

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[from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras]

The Guardian, Chapter 3

I needed an emotional break after working on so much Théodred stuff lately (I ♥️ him, but he dies!) so I did some more of my continuing Haldir story. Parts one and two are available for catch up, but the TL;DR is Haldir finds a small girl lost on her own. They can’t speak to each other because she only speaks Rohirric (though he’s now taught her a few basic Sindarin words), but he’s taking her to other elves who can help figure out who she is and where she belongs. This is my Haldir, who is a gentle, sweet person but is EXTREMELY reserved and kind of awkward, whereas Mildrithe is…not. Chapter 4 (next week) will finally be from her perspective!

(Art by the incomparable @brigwife )

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Haldir let Mildrithe sleep until the morning sun stirred her on its own, an errant beam of light slicing through a crack in their little tree shelter and falling across her closed eyes. She blinked them open slowly and yawned, and he was relieved to see no traces of the previous night’s frightening dream still on her face. Her calm expression, however, was in sharp contrast to the chaos that framed her cheeks and surrounded her entire head when she sat up. Her hair, freed by the river from the messy remains of her old braid, had dried in a riotous amber cloud that sprang away from her scalp in all angles and directions.

As he watched her repeatedly attempt to push the same curls out of her still sleepy eyes, he raised a hesitant arm to help but then quickly lowered it again. It was one thing to carry her over rough terrain or to let her take his hand when she was frightened–such actions were necessary for her safety and well being. They were part of his duty as a protector. But for him to touch her hair now was something else entirely. To initiate that kind of personal contact, even just to use his own hands to tame those curls and wrangle them back into a simple binding, felt deeply presumptuous to him. That was the job of a parent, someone who saw not only to the protection of life and limb but also to the provision of nurturing care. It wasn’t his place, and he worried that she would be made just as uncomfortable by it as he was. But even as he resisted the notion, he also balked at the idea of leaving her intentionally disheveled. It felt like negligence to deny her the dignity of a neat appearance and the practicality of getting that hair out of her face when it was easily within his power to help.

Before he reached a conclusion in his own mind, she let out a frustrated huff and stood to fish around in her pockets, eventually pulling out a short leather band. Thrusting it at him, she plopped down in his lap, either oblivious to his startled gasp or choosing to ignore it, and looked back at him expectantly over her shoulder.

“Min feax.” She pointed an exasperated finger at her head.

He had been a soldier long enough to recognize an order when one was given, even if the exact words were unfamiliar. Swallowing his hesitancy, he gently smoothed the hair back from her face and raked his fingers loosely through it. He winced a little each time he hit a knot that tugged at her head, but she made no complaint and soon her unruly halo of frizz had been subdued enough that he could weave it into a strong, tight braid that he tied off with the band she’d provided.

He leaned around to get a look at his work from the front, and the sight of the face looking back startled him. Cleaned of old dirt and mud by the river yesterday and now with her hair neatly done, she looked even younger and more out of place than before. More fragile. He felt a clench in his chest and dropped his hands to his sides.

She turned her head back and forth, feeling the braid swish around behind her neck, and gave him a satisfied nod before moving off his lap and out of their little shelter. He gathered up his things, checked to be sure every ember of their fire was out and then joined her. They each took a swig from their water canteen and had a few bites of the food that remained in his pack, and then they set off again deeper into the forest.

Their misadventure in the river the day before had actually sped them along their path, the swift-moving water carrying them further and faster downstream than they would have made it solely on foot. He estimated now that they could reach the safety of a temporary patrol talan by nightfall and then the closest staffed post, where more help would be available, early the next day.

As they walked, she kept her usual place close by his side, but she occasionally skipped a few steps off their path to look closer at a clump of bright orange mushrooms or to point out a long, fuzzy caterpillar inching its way across a fern frond. When they passed a small glade that was nearly carpeted in delicate, bell-shaped white snowdrops, she gave an excited squeak and plucked several to bring along. Separating one out, she held it up to him. “Niphredil?” The Sindarin came from her mouth slowly but clearly.

He nodded. “Niphredil, very good. You remembered.” He accepted the proffered flower and admired it before tucking it into a pocket. She took several blossoms of her own and put them behind her ears or pushed them into the plaits of her braid, and when she looked up at him for approval he nodded again and smiled.

They made steady progress, and her pace was faster than yesterday, perhaps the result of the extra sleep she had that morning. They walked mostly in silence, though she occasionally talked to herself in a low voice, mumbling just loudly enough that he could hear the unknown words strung together in an amorphous mush of sound. As she talked, he wondered how she would describe this whole experience to her fellow Rohirrim one day. Would she remember only the terrors she had faced, or would she make room in the tale for the beauty of his beloved Lórien as well? For the golden leaves of the winter’s mallorns or the brilliant field of stars that shimmered above the treetops like silver dust? For the frost-tipped woodland flowers that sparkled in the first light of day?

Amidst these thoughts, a strange and unexpected question suddenly formed in his mind–how would she remember him when she told this tale to others? What would she choose to say about the quiet, solemn elf who appeared unexpectedly in her life and looked after her for a short time? But no sooner had the question emerged, unbidden, than he shook it out of his head, reproving himself for idle thoughts at a time when he should be focused on the task at hand.

Their way was smooth and uneventful until the early afternoon, when he began to notice a slight change in her gait as they walked, a minor favoring of her left foot. When the favoring grew worse and she began to limp outright, he brought them to a rest and pointed to the foot. She reached down and gingerly drew off her battered boot, exposing a woolen sock that had worn through at the toes, all of which were now rubbed raw and bleeding.

It never ceased to surprise him how quickly the bodies of mortal beings betrayed them. Though not often, he had fought alongside men in battle before, and he had seen firsthand how they took injuries more easily and healed with more difficulty. Some elves looked down on this fragility of men, but he found it oddly moving. To go through the world and face the very same risks and dangers while trapped in a body that was so much more susceptible to hurts took bravery that he believed many elves didn’t appreciate and couldn’t match.

The pain in Mildrithe’s foot was nothing compared to a battlefield injury, but it did require redress or it would only get worse. He eased the sock off her foot and poured a little water from the canteen onto her toes to rinse lingering dirt away from the broken skin. While the foot dried, he searched his pack for anything soft and pliable, finally drawing out a felt square that he usually kept wrapped around his pocket knife and a few other small tools. Now he wrapped it carefully around her foot, trying not to put any pressure on tender places, and slid her boot back into place.

She took a few tentative steps back and forth and looked up at him, smiling, but the relief they both felt was cut short by a distinct cracking noise in the distance behind them. She didn’t hear it but clearly understood the way his face snapped to attention, and she immediately froze, one foot still raised mid-step. He strained for any hint of further activity, and soon it came, loud enough that even she heard it—the tread of heavy feet plodding through the forest, breaking twigs and rustling leaves as they went.

He shoved the ruined sock into her hand and lifted her up into the boughs of the nearest tree, setting her on the highest branch he could reach. She hugged herself to the trunk, both anxious and unsteady, and pulled her dangling legs up into the protective cover of the thick green leaf canopy. He put a finger to his lips before quietly turning away and secreting himself behind another nearby tree to wait for the imminent approach of the intruders.

In a few minutes’ time, a trio of broad, stocky bodies came into view. Orcs. One was a bowman and the other two held short swords, and all three moved slowly, stopping every now and again to check and recheck the scent trail they followed. Haldir silently cursed the loss of his arrows, which had been claimed by the river when he dove in the day before, though in truth he wasn’t sure whether his bow still had its aim and balance anyway after having bounced off of boulders and all kinds of other underwater debris that might have bent the hard yew wood.

Without a better purpose for it now, he gripped the bow in his hands like a bludgeon and held his breath, listening intently to the sound of steps moving ever closer. His mind raced through strategy—timing, angles, approaches—but when the moment presented itself all he needed were his instincts. He sprang from his hiding place, taking a full-body swing with the bow at the nearest orc. It cracked on impact, but the force of the blow knocked the unsuspecting creature backwards and into a companion, sending them both sprawling to the ground. He leaped onto the first prone body, pressing what was left of the bow in his hand across its neck to hold it in place as he snatched the short sword from its side, and he slashed quickly across first one and then the other toppled opponent. As he attempted to stand, the third orc launched itself at him from the side, knocking the sword from his hand, and they grappled for a time, rolling across the leaf-covered ground as each sought to pin the other down or to land a debilitating blow. At last, using a forearm braced against the orc’s chest to force some separation between them, he managed to snake his other hand down to his belt and pull his hunting knife, jamming it into the orc’s side all the way to the hilt.

The dirty, rough hands clasped around his neck immediately slackened. He pulled the knife back out and the orc slid off him, rolling silently into the low brush that surrounded them. He listened carefully for several long moments, ensuring both that he heard no further breath from the three orcs he had just dispatched and no indication that others might still be coming. Hearing nothing but silence, he wiped the blade of his knife on a clump of grass, returned it to his belt, and went to Mildrithe.

She looked down at him from her perch in the tree, eyes wide and face pale. Her boot sat on the ground below her, having slipped off as she tried to scrabble further up the trunk to a higher bough, and her bandaged toes now dangled near his face. He reached up for her and she leaned forward into his arms so that he could lift her back to the ground. But no sooner had he put her on her feet and straightened up again when she cried out, her voice shrill with panic.

“Dreor!” In less than an instant, tears welled up in her eyes and she burst into heaving sobs.

His heart leapt into his throat. He spun around, expecting to see another orc headed their way, but there was nothing but calm stillness behind them. He turned back, but her sobs only increased as he faced her once again. He dropped to his knees, grabbing her shoulders and turning her in a circle, scanning for an injury of some kind. She had been out of harm’s way, but he could think of no other explanation for her cries, which came now as long, shuddering wails that shook the entirety of her small body.

He sat, frozen, his heart pounding with frantic energy but his mind stunned into confused paralysis. She had been in control of herself when he lifted her out of the tree. What could be causing this anguished distress, so unlike anything she had shown before? Dreor? Was she trying to tell him that she was hurt? Was she merely terrified, needing to let out the horror she had swallowed while hiding silently in the tree? Or some other horror brought back to life by this newest brush with violence and death?

He finally took her shoulders once more, attempting to force her focus to his face. “Mildrithe, what do you need? What can I do?” He could only hope that she would understand from his tone and expression alone what he had asked.

Her sobs continued, but at last she raised a small, trembling hand and pointed at his chest. Looking down, he saw a deep red stain spreading slowly across the front of his tunic, clear evidence of a wound he hadn’t felt or even been aware of. He pulled several layers of clothing over his head, laying bare a long gash that ran from his left shoulder to the middle of his collarbone, the handiwork of a sharp claw.

Bunching up his thin undershirt, he wiped his chest, and in the fraction of a second before fresh blood spilled out again he got a clear view of the wound. Wide, but not deep. The kind of injury that bled a lot but caused him no real harm or serious pain. But she didn’t know that. She had seen blood, and perhaps she assumed the worst. That he was seriously hurt. That she would be left all alone once again, only now even farther from home and having lost yet another protector.

He put a hand under her chin and tipped her face up. “Mildrithe, you don’t need to be scared. It’s alright. See?” He pressed the cloth against the wound again and tapped it lightly a few times with his fingertips, keeping his face calm and even as he did so. “It doesn’t even really hurt. It’ll be fine, I promise.” When her weeping continued unabated, he sat back on his heels, adrift in helplessness. He could think of only one thing to do, but he found himself oddly afraid to do it. If he got this wrong, if he somehow made everything worse, he would hate himself. But if the alternative was to do nothing, to let her just continue suffering alone in her distress, he knew that was more unforgivable. He took a deep breath and wrapped his arms around her.

She collapsed into him and hid her face in the soft curtain of his hair. They sat for long minutes holding each other as she cried, unable to just turn off her flood of emotions after the dam had broken. His cheeks blushed a furious red, but he held on tight and rubbed a comforting hand up and down her back, feeling at once broken hearted for her fear and immensely relieved that an embrace seemed to be what she wanted and needed.

When she had at last cried herself out and sobs were replaced by the occasional hiccup, she wiped her face with his sleeve and released her hold on his neck. Her eyes were swollen and red and she looked exhausted, but she managed a small, embarrassed smile. He gave her the water canteen and sat her against a tree while he set to work tearing his undershirt into strips, wrapping them around his neck and shoulder to cover the gash along his collarbone. By the time he was almost done, she had regained enough composure to come hold a loose end as he tied off the final strip, and he pulled his regular shirt and tunic back over his head.

As spent as she looked, she seemed to understand that they had to keep moving. Orcs rarely made it this far into the forest, and it nagged at his conscience to know that he could have stopped them much sooner had he been at his regular post as planned. But if there were three, there might be more, and they couldn’t linger here in the open. They gathered their things and set out again, and after several more hours of silent, uneventful trekking they reached the talan where he intended to spend their last night together.

She accepted the idea of climbing a tree and sleeping on a suspended platform with surprising nonchalance, perhaps having already used up all the energy needed to question or wonder at the day’s events. When they were settled safely on the talan and she had a few bites of food, she curled up next to him again and dropped quickly into wearied sleep even though the sun was barely below the horizon and the mild glow of twilight still surrounded them.

Her cheek rested against his ribs, and he spent a long time simply watching her head gently rise and fall in time with his own breathing. He tried to imagine what Idhrien would think to see him in this position, and he pictured her sitting quietly across from them, her bright, thoughtful eyes watching her husband with both surprise and pride. They had talked many times about starting a family of their own, but only in general terms–something for a later day–and he had always wondered in his heart whether he had the makings of a good parent. His father had been a cold presence in his childhood, and Haldir worried that his own natural reserve might come across as a similar coldness to those in his life that he loved deeply. Gazing at Mildrithe cuddled up to him now, it seemed that maybe his concern was unfounded. Maybe this was proof that he could figure out fatherhood just as he had figured out many other challenges before. Or maybe he was ridiculous for even thinking about it in this situation, holed up on a talan with a child that he barely knew–that wasn’t even his kind–and would be out of his care entirely as soon as he reached other wardens the next day. He sighed and stared up at the stars, lost in a swirl of thoughts, until the soft trill of birdsong replaced the chirping of crickets and the first rays of sunlight returned to the forest.

The morning passed easily with a quiet breakfast and early start. The air was cool, but not unpleasantly so, and within a few hours they had come within scouting distance of the wardens’ post that he knew lay just ahead, out of sight. A familiar whistling signal soon emerged from the trees, and no sooner had he answered it than his brother Rúmil appeared, slipping out of the brush where he had been expertly concealed. Mildrithe drew closer to Haldir’s side, edging behind him as Rúmil approached, but she still followed him forward, reassured by his own calm and no doubt also by the striking similarity between this newcomer and her guardian of the last few days.

“Maedol, hanar,” said Rúmil, placing a hand on his chest and inclining forward slightly.

“Mae govannen, honeg,” replied Haldir. They each threw an arm loosely around the other’s neck and pressed their foreheads together.

“We weren’t expecting to see you here,” said Rúmil when they separated. His eye trailed down to the bloodstains on Haldir’s clothing, but his evident concern was quickly dismissed with a wave of the hand.

“I wasn’t expecting it either, but sometimes fate forces a change in our plans.” He took hold of Mildrithe’s elbow and inched her out from behind him.

Rúmil cocked an eyebrow at his brother but smiled down at her and gave a courteous bow. She offered a hesitant smile in response. “Pedig edhellen, píneth?”

She looked to Haldir, who answered on her behalf. “She doesn’t. At least, not more than the few words I’ve taught her. She’s a Rohirrim. Her name is Mildrithe.”

“I see.” Rúmil studied her face for a long moment and bit thoughtfully at his bottom lip before looking back at his brother. “And what is she doing with you?”

He listened intently as Haldir described how he had found Mildrithe and what little he knew of her, and as he listened Rúmil’s expression became ever more grave. He shook his head sadly when Haldir reached the end of the tale.

“Yesterday we received a report from Haedirn of dead men found over the border by the Celebrant, only a few leagues from your post. Six of them, headed further north but ambushed by orcs before they made it to the marshes. No women and no survivors, or so he thought. But it’s hard to imagine that a child of men ends up lost and alone so close to such a massacre by pure coincidence.”

Haldir frowned. “None of what you say sets my mind at ease. And if orcs attacked this group at the border, they have only grown bolder since. Three followed us as far as the Hithglad, and there may be more.” He looked down. “Being drawn away from my post has left us without good scouting information.”

“Well that, at least, is a problem that can soon be addressed,” said Rúmil. “One of the wardens here can take the girl the rest of the way to Caras Galadhon, and then you’ll be free to return to your post and reset the watch.” He squatted down in front of Mildrithe, and they eyed each other with cautious interest. “You say she is a Rohirrim? Are you certain?”

“As certain as I can be when I can’t ask her directly. But I’ve heard enough Rohirric in my life to recognize it. That’s the language she speaks, I’m sure. Why?”

Rúmil pulled a small knife from a bag that was slung over his shoulder, and turned it over in his hands so that the hilt faced Mildrithe. She paled at the sight of it and grabbed onto Haldir’s leg, burying her face in the fabric of his tunic. Haldir gave his brother a sharp look.

“Put that away, you’re upsetting her.” He ran a hand gently over the crown of her head and down to her shoulder, where he rested it.

“Haedirn took this from one of the dead men at the border,” said Rúmil, standing up and holding the knife out now for Haldir’s view. “Do you see the charging stag engraved there? That’s a Dunlending symbol, the device of one of their clans that lives now in the Loeg Ningloron. And yet she clearly knows the knife. So if she is really a Rohirrim as you say…what would she be doing in a group of Dunlending men on the move?”

Haldir breathed out a long, slow sigh. He had always known that something horribly wrong must have happened to ever put Mildrithe in his path, but the true weight of her circumstances was easier to forget while her tragedy was still abstract and undefined. To imagine her now in the midst of that ambush, terrified and helpless, filled him with both anger and pity, and he gave silent thanks to Eru that she had somehow escaped. And yet Rúmil’s question was far from the only unknown remaining. Did she know those other men were dead? If she knew, would she be sad, or would she be glad to be free of them? Where could the elves take her to be reunited with her own people if her only connection to those people lay now in a field by the river, hastily buried by Haedirn and his companions?

She pulled back from his side at last and ventured a wary look in Rúmil’s direction before turning her eyes back to Haldir. He pushed the uncertainty and sorrow from his face, if not from his heart, and smiled encouragingly. Today, at least, she was safe, delivered to the protection of this post. Where she went next and what fate ultimately lay before her was not his to control. He had his own obligations to contend with, duties that weighed on him, and no one would think twice at him returning to those duties as quickly as he could.

And yet, as he contemplated that possibility now, a dull, aching feeling crept into his chest and settled heavily on his heart.

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Min feax = Old English/Rohirric for “my hair”

Dreor = Old English/Rohirric for “blood”

Maedol, hanar = Sindarin for “welcome, brother”

Mae govannen, honeg = Sindarin for “well met, little brother”

Pedig edhellen, píneth? = Sindarin for “do you speak elvish, little one?”

[Don’t @ me if the translations aren’t perfect, I tried! 🙂]

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Dwarf Princess 

Haldir x Dwarf!Reader

Warning: prejudice from elves against dwarves, angst, happy ending

a/n: For the sake of this story many things were changed in the original, also this has been in my drafts for about a year lol.

Deep within the forests where the birds sang surrounding a beautiful dwarf whom sat against a tree staring at her dear uncle chatting amongst the humans and the hobbits and his new frenemy, Legolas, the prince of Mirkwood.

She would not lie that he was pleasant site, he stood tall with long beautiful hair that fell down his back and broad shoulders that carried a head with a beautiful face adorned to it.

" Y/n" called Uncle Gimli. She got up from her seat and walked towards him," Yes uncle ? " she asked.

" What's got ya sitting by all your lonesome."

" Just thinking."

Legolas smiled at her and placed his hand upon her head, ruffling her hair as she pouted.

" Do not fret, we will soon pass over and then you can sleep peacefully on a bed." She smiled at him at the last word, bed. Oh how she longed to lay on a soft and fluffy bed, Do not get her wrong, she loved the great outdoors but she missed the comfort of her very own bed and the fluffy blankets that kept her toes warm and the morning cup of tea her mother would make her.

" I just hope we get there soon, even if it is just for a night."

" Well Lass, one more night in the woods will not kill ya." replied Gimli as he chucked. She sat down near the fire, feeling the bitter cold nip at her fingertips.

" At this point I feel like the cold will kill me before the orcs do." She chuckled as she looked up to see Legolas hand her some Lembas bread.

" Eat little one we have a journey ahead of us tomorrow."

" I AM A GROWN ADULT !" she huffed before golfing down the bread and beginning to set her cot near the fire. Legolas chuckled, he had grown quite close to y/n, he saw her as a little sister, after all it was her first journey and he felt a need to always protect her, that and her fascination of elves as he recalled their first encounter.

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. flashback.....

" Uncle Gimli, look it is an elf."

" aye aye lass, be careful, they lack coordination and are coy."

Legolas chuckled to himself as he stood tall in front of the dwarf.

" funny for someone who can not even see over the table."

" Why you !!" That began the bickering friendship between the two while y/n was full of questions.

" how tall are you ?! What is your diet ?! Are all elves blonde ?! Where do you reside?!"

Legolas had never been asked so many questions in his life as of right at that moment.

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end of flashback....

Gimli looked at his niece, she was in deep sleep.

" She is quite tall for a dwarf." Said Legolas.

" Aye..I believe her father was a human, although my sister never shared anything of it."

He nodded understanding that the topic was sensitive.

" Ill take first watch." said Legolas before Gimli turned around and said," What do yah think I am not capable of-"

" My friends there is no need to argue.." Aragorn spoke trying to defuse the situation.

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The next morning was filled with dread, everyone was tired and the cold and hard ground did not aid their back pain. They simply longed for a warm home filled with delicious foods of all kind.

Aragron had pushed them to continue walking for hours without breaks or even lunch. Their stomachs were grumbling and the mud was piling on their feet making them feel as if the world was weighing them down.

" This is where Lothlorien should be." said Legolas as they continued trekking into the woods. It was foggy and ominous, nothing like the rumors that have spoken about the beauty of it. Legolas himself shared some stories he often heard as a small child about it.

"Daro !" spoke a voice commanding from the trees above. They all stopped as Legolas whispered to them to standstill and to not move a single muscle.

"who are they ?" whispered Frodo. " They are elves." replied Sam. Despite the fear in the other hobbits and even Uncle Gimli, Y/n could not help but feel excitement bubble up in her stomach, although she was also weary, perhaps they may not take a liking that they are stepping within their domain.

An elf dropped down in front of Legolas smiling, "Welcome!" They all looked around, they were surrounded by the elves pointing their arrows in case one wrong move was taken. " How many are there of you ?" asked an elf, Y/n's eyes widened as she stared at the elf before her, sure Legolas was beautiful but he, he was simply gorgeous, he stood tall and proud. Legolas replied with," myself, four hobbits, two men, and two dwarves."

" two Dwarves ?!" yelled the dwarf. " Is the woman a dwarf ?!" he questioned taking in her appearance, she was a beauty despite the mud on her clothes and the matted braids on her head, but she still radiated despite that.

" I can not let the dwarves pass." he declared, Frodo had done his best to try to reason with him, but another elf whispered in his ear that the Lady was expecting them. The elf presented himself as Haldir, he continued to explain that he would have to blindfold them in order to be taken to the Lady, whom was expecting them and turned to look at the dwarves, " keep a close eye on them."

Despite the beauty of Haldir, Y/n was hurt at his words, how could he say such cruel things when she had not done anything to hurt his trust. She pouted, but soon widened her eyes as she saw her uncle beginning to unsheath his axe and yell at the elves.

" We are not spies !" yelled Uncle Gimli, Y/n grabbed his wrist as she noticed the elves beginning to take aim.

" Uncle Gimli, we are on their land, we must abide by their rules and customs out of respect, the same way they would in our home." Haldir glanced at y/n she seemed uncomfortable with the accusation as she stared down at her feet rubbing her arm and tried to keep herself from looking at him.

he cleared his throat and put his axe away," very well."

As they began to be blindfolded, y/n could not help but hold her breath. She felt the cool fingers of Haldir push her hair behind her ears, his breath fanning her face as his arms came around to tie the cloth around her head and cover her pretty eyes. He questioned her lineage considering she was almost the size of an average human woman, but still quite a short stature. He grabbed her hand gently and began to lead her, unbeknownst to her, the rest of the company followed by grabbing onto a rope.

After some time, y/n felt the blindfold being removed, the sight before her left her speechless. The trees were tall and beautiful, the sun casting a beautiful glow within the forest, the air felt clear and pure, the aura of Lothlorien was unmatched. It was truly a sight.

" Lady Galadriel knows of your presence, you may wander freely." said Haldir.

As y/n began to walk away Haldir grabber her wrist," my apologies, my lady, can I perhaps show you something ?" He found himself bewildered that he even let his curiosity get the best of him, he wanted to find out more about her, he was also blinded by her beauty.

She nodded and followed closely behind, what choice did she have, he was holding her wrist afterall. From a distance, Legolas held Gimli back and smiled as the two ventured off somewhere else.

" Will you let me go you imprudent fool, that idiot is running off with me nice !" yelled Gimli

" now now, Sir Gimli, let your niece live her youth, she is a young woman afterall, she can make her own decisions." Said Aragorn.

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y/n and Haldir reached a large tree. He let go of her hand and climbed up then looked back down to offer his hand towards her. She smiled and took it as he helped her up the tree.

" Is there something you wanted to show me ?" asked y/n.

" Look ahead."

There she gasped as she the vast land of Lorien, the beautiful light casting on the land, the calm waters and the beauty of nature.

" It is so beautiful." she said as she smiled and felt the wind tickle her cheeks. He stared at her mesmerized by the light in her y/e/c eyes," yes, it is."

She felt herself blush as she turned around to make eye contact with him. " Sir, Haldir, um...."

" just Haldir is fine."

" Haldir, may I ask, why did you want to show me this ?"

".. I...I don't know, I felt compelled to, as if we were destined to see this together." said Haldir.

Her eyes widened as she stared into the blue eyes of Haldir both leaning in, " Lass get down here this instant !" she felt herself almost slip if it weren't for Haldir wrapping his arm against her waist. He then held her and jumped down from the tree.

He landed in front of Gimli and Legolas," Watch yer step !" yelled Gimli as he tumbled back onto his bum.

" y/n/n, you just met this elf and you're already run off and been seduced ?! " yelled Gimli, causing y/n cheeks to turn a crimson red and stomp her feet," Uncle Gimli, I am not a child anymore ! And I am not being seduced ! Hmph." She walked away as Gimli tried to go after her but Legolas held him back sighing as he whispered to Haldir to leave at once before Gimli turned his attention to him.

It did not take long for them to meet again as a small feast was being held. They offered her a change of clothing, a beautiful lavender dress which she had not worn one since she left. She felt comfortable being freshly bathed and groomed. She had long waited to wash her hair and many of the Elven ladies helped comb and braid her hair which had grown throughout the journey. She sat next to her uncle at the table excited to eat, the seat in front of her was taken by no other than Haldir.

" You look beautiful " complimented Haldir, Y/n looked down at her lap and felt her cheeks flush as she thanked him for the compliment.

"tch." Gimli was angry at the interaction his young niece was smitten someone, an elf at that.

but that all changed when he laid his eyes on Lady Galadriel, she truly was a beauty and the air around her seemed to glow as she welcome them. The company could not help but laugh at seeing his cheeks turn red when she spoke to him.

" What was that about being seduced uncle ?" chuckled y/n. Haldir smiled to himself as he stared at her smile.

The feast went on smoothly, many retreating to their sleeping arrangements. Y/n spoke to Lady Galadriel briefly and she spoke about loving someone, y/n was confused as to why she would talk. about that but Lady Galadriel smiled," my dear child, afterall you are still young and have such a long life to live, do not fret and continue forward." She thanked her for such encouraging words as she walked away to go to sleep.

Somehow Lady Galadriel had a worried gut feeling.

The next morning the company was to leave, Haldir felt saddened that he did not get so speak to y/n, but was content when he saw her in his dreams that night. He felt a connection and could tell they were destined."

" Haldir, perhaps we may see each other again." smiled y/n

He smiled as his bent forward to place a kiss upon her hand and looked into her eyes and spoke once more," I have a feeling we will my Lady. " He said and smiled sweetly.

Despite the two barely meeting, they had a feeling that they had lived before, perhaps in their previous life they were lovers.

And yes, they met again but in unforeseen circumstances, as they fought against the orcs in Helms-Deep, protecting the people of Rohan, the elves of Lothlorien came to aid the company and the army of Rohan.

When y/n laid eyes on Haldir, she could not help but smile at his presence. They all fought bravely, to the end, but once the battle ceased, y/n tried to look for Haldir. She was held back by Legolas

" Legolas, let me go, I need to find Haldir." She felt a gut wrenching feeling, " Please y/n.." Said Legolas. She finally broke free and saw the Many dead men and elves. but her eyes traveled to where Haldir laid. HE was still blinking looking up into the sky. She quickly fell to her knees and called out

" Haldir !" she felt the tear rushing down her cheeks as she stroked his cheek trying to clear him of the blood that stained his pale skin.

He reached a shaky hand and placed it against her cheek, he began to speak," I do not know why the stars led me to you, but I...I-I am glad to have met y-"

" please save your energy, you're going to be okay !!" yelled y/n as she gripped his hand tightly. She kept repeating to herself 'you're going to be okay ' , but it was far too late as he let out his last breathe. She placed her forehead against his and closed her eyes as she cried out silently to herself. The company whom had been separated from Master Frodo and Samwise stood looking at the two, Aragorn himself could not contain his sadness as they all mourned the death of many, especially the death of an ally.

Gimli felt pain for his niece, but did not know what to do other than place his hand at her back. She did not want to let go of Haldir but Gimli told her they must. She placed a kiss on his forehead and stood up fists at her sides. She decided in that moment she would avenge his death.

And she did, together with lady Eowyn she found the strength within her and the company to strike down Sauron and many Orcs. She fought bravely.

Upon returning to Rivendell where many elves had now taken their departure to Valinor. It was now time for her departure as well along Bilbo, Frodo and Gandalf. Her uncle and Legolas were going to stay behind but as she looked into her Uncle's eyes she noticed tears within them. " Do not cry Uncle Gimli, we will be reunited soon, please take good care of him Legolas."

She embraced the both of them as she cried and soon they set sail.

Just as Haldir predicted, they soon met once again....

The End

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IATCOD Chap. 27; Celestial help

*Author's note*

Okay I'll be honest I've had this chapter done for awhile now but some life changing news came my way and I had to put posting on hold (don't worry it's not health wise, my family and I are moving by mid Dec. so I've been busy packing my stuff, helping move stuff to storage, etc.) But now with the thanksgiving holiday in it's final stretch, I wanted to take this moment to post this chapter up before the final stretch of my move happens next weekend. So I hope everyone had a good thanksgiving/thursday (if you don't celebrate it) and will continue to have a good rest of your weekend and hope everyone enjoys this new update as well.

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So fair even in death, Hela’s friends and even the people of Gondor couldn’t find it in themselves to bury her.  So she was placed at the highest room at the Tower of Ecthelion where she once stood guard as Guardian of the White city.  Aragorn, Gimli, Legolas, Merry, Pippin, and Gandalf all stood around her coffin of glass and silver.

No one spoke a word, for who could? There wasn’t anything anyone could say that would bring Hela back.  Two lit candles were lit by the two top poles of her coffin.  Gimli was torn between anger and sorrow as he stared down at Hela’s body before turning away sobbing into his hand.  Legolas wrapped a comforting arm around his Dwarvish friend while tears slowly slid down his face as well.

Gandalf solemnly looked down at his old friend, the young Celestial who he had not only taken under his wing, but had also learned from her.  He placed a hand on top of her still one.  Poor Merry and Pippin were the ones truly heartbroken, Hela was like a mother-figure to them and got them from getting into too much trouble.  They couldn’t understand how such a strong warrior like her could’ve been killed like this?

And Aragorn—he was torn.  His heart torn both ways of wanting to both mourn Hela but also seek vengeance against the three council members of Denethor.  He wanted to know who had cast the spell, and see with his own eyes the life drain from his sister’s killer under his blade.

Meanwhile down in the House of Healing in a secluded area of a spiritual healing pool that Hela herself had made for those in great need of healing, Haldir laid in the tub while Cain tended to his wounds.

The water glowed a pure blue light and the light seemed to shimmer as it went in circles around the perimeter of the tub, almost as if a current were pushing it.  Cain held a rag in his hand and was gently dabbing across Haldir’s wounds while his other hand stroked across his body to feel what other damage had been done to him.

“This pool seems to be sensing a lot of internal damage. It can guide the healing process, but whether you get better or not is up to you.” Haldir didn’t speak a word.  His face was stoic, his eyes deeply sunken in and the light from his eyes was almost completely faded.  “I know what it’s like to lose the love of your life. When I awoke that day after losing my wife and children, I was lost, angry, filled with unbearable pain. And it’s okay to feel those things Haldir, but it’s not okay to keep it bottled up inside. Trust me.”

Again, Haldir spoke not a word.  Cain sighed but continued with the healing until he couldn’t smell a single trace of blood and grim on Haldir anymore.

“I don’t wish to push you Haldir but I’d like you to tell me what happened over there. Perhaps there could be a reason as to why they targeted Hela.” The sound of Haldir rising from the pool and walking over to redress himself. 

“There’s nothing to say.” Haldir spoke so softly it would almost sound like the faint sounds of the wind blowing.  But Cain heard him.

“I understand it’s hard to talk about……”

“Hard to talk about? What is there to talk about?!” gradually Haldir’s voice got louder with pain and rage as he began to rant.  “Three dark sorcerers captured me as bait to lure Hela away from the city and I watched as they beat her like a horse! She was still alive in my arms, I felt her heart beating still…..But now I’m told I was able to be saved by your teachings WHEN YOU COULDN’T EVEN HEAL YOUR OWN SISTER IN THE SAME MANNER!!”

Silence rang out in the room as Haldir glared down at Cain in fury.  His chest heaving and heart racing.  Cain’s surprised but sorrow-filled face stared at the grieving Marchwarden.  When Haldir realized what he had said, he turned his head away and said regretfully.

“That came out wrong, I—I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright. As I said, let the anger and pain flow like water.”

“I’m trying to understand myself just why this all happened, but none of it makes any sense. The way they fought against her it—they enjoyed tormenting her. I could see it in their eyes, they took pleasure in it. Same as when they tortured me. I—I’m lost Lord Cain. I feel so lost.” Haldir fell to his knees and could feel the stinging sensation of tears starting to form but they couldn’t fall for Haldir had cried himself to near exhaustion after he had awakened from Nergal’s attack.

“Haldir,” he felt Cain’s hand on his shoulder and looked up to see the now last of the Celestials kneeling before him, his glowing eyes piercing his very soul but his voice was a calm and soothing like honey.  “I know you’re hurting right now, but you’re not the only one here who is mourning for Hela. How do you think Merry and Pippin are feeling to have lost the woman they have known since they were children? How do you think Aragorn and Gandalf are feeling at losing a friend they have known for centuries all together? And me? I am her brother who has only come to know her for only 80 years, but she is still my sister. The rest of my kin are either dead or have been turned to stone.”

“I—didn’t even think of that. I could remember the halfling that came with us, his cries could’ve rivaled mine in mourning.”

“But we can’t let this destroy our spirits.” Cain told him.  “Back when Hela became the last of our kin, she could’ve chosen to run. Isolate herself and never be seen by a single soul. Instead, she chose to continue the fight to protect and serve Middle Earth. And that’s what we all need to do now.”

“You’re speaking as if she is still here.”

“If there’s one thing I’ve learned from Hela, it’s that the ones that we lose never truly leave us. They are all around us, not just in our hearts and memories, but through how we are shaped. What we chose to do after they are gone.” Haldir looked at Cain and then said.

“I believe it would be wise for you all to hear just what happened at Minas Morgul.” Cain nodded then he and Haldir left the spiritual healing pool and headed towards the throne room.

Cain had sent a telepathic message to the others who all met with him and Haldir and Haldir began to explain to them what had occurred at Minas Morgul.

“I didn’t know how it happened at first, but all I know was that I couldn’t control my own limbs. I tried to fight against it, but it was no use. Next thing I knew I awoke chained up surrounded by darkness. Most of the stories I’ve been told of torture methods of orcs, goblins and even men, they—were nothing compared to what I went through. Some form of liquid was given to me by force, not to drink you see, but they poured it onto my skin. The very burning sensation was unlike anything I’ve felt before. For 2 full days I couldn’t move my own finger.”

“What did this liquid look like?” asked Aragorn.

“It was as silver as Mithril but as thick as blood. At times it almost seemed alive as it soaked into my skin, moving through my veins like a worm.”

“I have seen that type of liquid from time to time.” Faramir’s voice spoke up.  “I’ve seen Nergal create this potion that he’ll use on some of the prisoners and traitors of Gondor. The screams I’ve heard from some of the men he’s used it on, they were unlike anything I’ve ever heard. Some claim to have felt like they were burning from the inside out.”

“Durin’s beard.” Gimli muttered grimly shaking his head.  Even though he had a distrust towards Elves and even Haldir, not even he would wish something like that upon an elf.

“Did they say as to why they wanted Hela?” asked Cain.

“All Perses kept saying was that she needed to surrender to the power she had been given.”

“What does that mean?” asked Merry.

“She did.” Pippin soon spoke up.  Everyone turned to the young hobbit as he continued, “when Hela found the guards who had taken you to Minas Morgul. She did something to those guards. Just like you had described Mr. Haldir, it was like she had possessed them with a wave of her hands. It was frightening. I’ve never seen Hela do something like that before, not even when this journey began.”

“Perses even said it that it had to be intoxicating. The feeling of having someone’s life in her hands.”

“Hela has always had the potential to do great good or great evil.” Gandalf explained.  “Being the only Celestial of death, she was put to the test to see how a Celestial could deal with such a burden. For only one other person had the power over the dead and was more powerful than she was.”

“Sauron.” Aragorn and Legolas both answered together.

“Yes. But we must also remember a greater threat is coming. Without Hela, the Deviants will return.”

“How exactly did Hela defeat them all? When we used to ask her about that as children, she always diverted from the real answer and told us to not worry about it.” Said Merry.

“She didn’t defeat them.” Cain responded.  “The deviants had grown too strong and too numerous for her to handle. So she went to Mirkwood to seek council with Legolas’ father Thranduil. There he had given her a spell that could seal them deep beneath the seas. By using her blood she drew the gate, and with her lifeforce it became the key. She has lived the last 248 years as a walking key. But if she was ever slain in battle, the gateway would become accessible, on the day she sealed them away. Which is in three days from now.”

“Three days from now is also when Smaug had sacked Dale and took claim over Erebor. No wonder she said something else besides a dragon had needed her attention.” Gimli said.

“Now all they would need to do is wait for the red sun to rise on the third day, the seas will open and the gateway will be revealed.” Cain pinched the bridge of his nose sighing heavily.

“Even if you were there to help her Cain, you would’ve been turned to stone just like the rest of your kin. If not killed since you aren’t a Celestial.” Aragorn assured him, knowing that Cain was blaming himself for not being there for his sister.

“So how do we defeat them?” asked Pippin.

“We can’t.” Gandalf said solemnly.  “Sauron created the Deviants to only be taken down by the Celestials themselves.”

“We may not be able to defeat them, but there might be a way to hold them off.” Faramir said.  “I’ve noticed in a room just before reaching the dungeons there is a large rune of protection. Runes that I’ve only seen in the tales of the Celestial. Hela must’ve made it long ago when the deviants still roamed these lands. If we can somehow activate the spell that powers it, we might be able to create a barrier to protect us for a time.”

“Take me to these runes Faramir and I’ll work out the spell from there.” Faramir nodded then he and Gandalf left the throne room.

“Meanwhile the rest of us have to evacuate the city. The people have already been caught in the crossfires of the armies of Mordor, for them the Deviants would be a fate worse than death.” Aragorn said.

“Where will we take them? Osgiliath is in runes.” Pippin said.

“We will take them deep underground. Hela once showed me in the days of old when war came to this city, back when Sauron was still in power. There is a place large enough for the women and children to seek shelter in. Much like the caves back at Helm’s Deep. It’ll be safe and enforced to keep them alive while we handle the beasts in the city.” Everyone nodded to the King of Gondor and they began to prepare for evacuation and protection.

Legolas and Haldir (along with Eowyn’s assistance) helped the healers take the injured down to the lower levels first since they would need time to be moved and knowing that the Deviants always went for the vulnerable and the weak.  Gimli, Merry and Pippin helped the cooks and servants with the food rations that would need to be taken down, and Aragorn made the proclamation to the people of Gondor that they would need to prepare to go underground.

He told them that they would need to gather only what they needed and be prepared to move by the time of the second nightfall.   All the awhile Cain was back up at the tower of Ecthelion and he looked down at Hela.

He still couldn’t hear her heartbeat and yet he could still feel that her body was warm.

“We’re evacuating the civilians to the lower levels you helped made Hela. I promise, we’re going to hold them off for as long as we can. I may not have my Celestial power anymore, but Celestial blood still runs through my veins. And in your honor, I swear to you I will not let the white city fall to the Deviants.”

As he turned to leave the tower, Cain could almost hear a faint voice calling out.  He knew it wasn’t anyone out in Gondor calling out for this voice said something in both his and Hela’s Celeste language.  He felt around and soon pulled out the bag that Hela had given him that held half of their kin’s power stones.  He touched the bag and he could feel the strong aura of power emanating from the bag within.

“Druig.” He softly said.  He raced out of the tower and reached out to the others and told them to meet him at the throne room, and fast.

When the Fellowship, Haldir, and Faramir were in the throne room Cain had said.

“When I first met Hela to help her regain her spiritual connection to our kins celestial power stones, I’ve always felt a stronger presence within her brother Druig’s stone. Now him being a Celestial of the Mind, I believed it to be just his raw power alone, but I should’ve known better. A big brother, especially a twin, will always find a way.”

“What are you talking about laddie? Speak in words that don’t sound like riddle talk.” Gimli said.

“What I’m saying Gimli is that Druig didn’t just surrender all of his power into the Celestial gem, he also surrendered a part of his subconsciousness in here as well. Hidden away from even Hela until the right moment.”

“So you’re saying that Druig’s mind is inside his stone and he wants to come out now?” asked Pippin.

“Aye. And perhaps with his help, we can find a way to defeat the Deviants once and for all.

“I did always hear a voice for a time when Hela first came to me as a hawk. Translating every cry and squawk she made until I began to pick it up. And it happened right after I had found her family’s celestial gems within a cave not too far from the borders of Bree.” Aragorn spoke up, siding with Cain’s suggestion.

“But how do we get him to come out? Hela always warned us that if anyone unworthy touched a celestial gem, bad things would happen.” Merry said.

“Yes, and Druig is not one to trust people so easily. Especially those of the world of Men and Elves. Thought Men were too arrogant and Elves were too hotheaded. No offense.”

“I wouldn’t blame him for that.” Said Aragorn.

“Neither would I.” Faramir agreed.

“What about us? Hobbits have never been much for gold or riches. Do you think Druig would come out for one of us?” asked Pippin.  Cain and Gandalf looked to each other and Gandalf said.

“Your ancestors came long after Druig had been turned to stone. I wouldn’t see why he wouldn’t try. Being of the Mind he’ll see no ill intent within either of you.”

“Do you both know how to summon him?” asked Cain.

“Hela taught us all the calls to each of her siblings and her mother. We got this Master Cain.” Merry assured him.  He nodded then he and Gandalf told the others to stand back.  Cain took the bag and slowly turned it upside down and out came out Druig’s stone which was now glowing a golden light around the onyx black stone.

Cain backed away as Merry and Pippin stood on either side over Druig’s stone.

“Ready Merry?” asked Pippin.

“Ready Pip.” Answered Merry.  Together the two hobbits did Druig’s Celestial bow (pressing their hands together they had their thumbs, index and tall fingers touching each other while their other two fingers rested in the empty spaces between their fingers. Then they touched the center of their foreheads with the tip of their index and tall finger before resting them back in front of their chests).  The together they spoke Druig’s prayer.

“Oh He who was first of the Second Age Celestials. The first of the pair of three. The trinity that is of Mind, Body and Soul we ask thee of the power of the Mind. Celestial Druig, we call to you!” as they spoke, the gem began to glow brighter and brighter until it shone almost as powerful as the sun.  Until it suddenly stopped.

And nothing happened.

Everyone was confused.

“Did they say it right?” asked Gimli.

“Yes. I don’t understand, it should’ve worked. I’ve heard this prayer a thousand times whenever he, Hela and Makkari made it.” Said Cain.

“Maybe they didn’t……” Gimli continued but then a powerful beam of light shot out from Druig’s gem and red magic began to swarm around both Merry and Pippin.  Their arms were pinned behind their backs, they were lifted midway off the ground and around their temples a golden light shined as they felt their heads almost being squeezed.

The hobbits let out a pained scream and as the others readied their weapons and Cain called out their names.  But they too were soon consumed by the red magic, lifted just a few inches off the ground, their arms trapped at their sides.  Another light burst out from the gem but this time a figure began to take shape.

A translucent figure, almost like a ghost now stood forward, his pupils glowing a pure gold while his right hands glowed with the same red magic that now surrounded them.  He had long, wavy brown hair that came to his shoulders, like most ghosts and apparitions that appear in the Seen world, his lower half was none existent.  The black and red celestial armor was a given fact to the others that this was indeed Druig’s spirit that had been put into the stone.

He turned towards the hobbits and spoke in a voice that was both warm as honey but a deep as thunder.

“How did you both know to say that prayer? Only two people in all existence know those words.”

“Miss Hela taught it to us. She told us all about you, her and Makkari Mr. Druig sir.” Pippin said before letting out a cry as the glowing at his temples brightened feeling his head was about to explode.

“You may be familiar with the stories of me and my sisters but I don’t recall seeing your kind before. Who are you and why do you seek my power?”

“We’re Hobbits. Halflings. Shire folk. Please Lord Druig we need your help.” Merry said through the pain in his head.

“They speak the truth Druig.” Cain said.  Druig turned towards the others and he straightened up.

“None but my family dare say my name alone.” He raised his right hand and as he floated towards the others, he made a ‘come hither’ motion with his right index finger to bring Merry and Pippin along with him.  “There is something about you in your head, you’re clearly immortal but you are not of Elven blood nor like this Ranger here.”

“When you were younger, you once heard Orion and Delta speak about a fallen Celestial. A Celestial of their own power, but they spoke his name in a hushed curse. So you went to Phastos and Apollo to know what they were referring to, but Thena intervened before they could speak and told you the story of Cain the Wrathful.”

“And he is you. Cain the Wrathful? The fallen Celestial of Starlight.” Cain nodded.  “And just what does an exile? Two elves? A Dwarf? A wizard? Two hobbits? And two Dúnedain Men want with my power?”

“We don’t want your power for gain or conquest. We need your help. I’ve sensed your spirit within your gemstone ever since Hela came to me. As an older brother myself I know what it’s like to worry over your younger siblings. The spell you must’ve used could only activate when Hela was in dire need of help. And now she is.”

“What trouble has befallen my sweet, sweet Hela?” at the mention of his twin sister’s name.  He released everyone from his spell, his eyes reverting back to the deep brown.  When no one spoke he demanded, his voice now becoming like the deep thunder it truly could be, “SPEAK!!”

“Hela is……she’s……She has fallen.” Aragorn spoke solemnly.  Druig’s face went from anger to sorrow as he shook his head.  His eyes widened in disbelief.

“Take me to her.”

“Druig…..” Cain started but Druig snapped.

“Please!” his thunderous voice cracked in sorrow.  Most people think that ghosts and spirits can’t shed a tear, but everyone saw for themselves that even a spirit can still cry as a single tear fell at the corner of Druig’s face and slid down his chin before disappearing into thin air as it fell from his chin.

“Can you freely move without your stone or……” Gimli started to say.

“I need to be within range of her.” He turned to the hobbits and told them, “You both knew the prayer to summon me, I’ll freely allow one of you to carry my stone.”

“I’ll do it.” Volunteered Merry.  Druig gave him a soft nod then in a flash of light, Druig’s spirit disappeared and the light from Druig’s black stone dimmed until it was once again a simple black gemstone.  Merry walked over and picked it up. “It feels smooth, like a pebble but almost as cool as water. Huh, who would’ve thought after all these years of wondering what these gems felt like, it’d be that.”

“Best not keep him waiting.” Faramir suggested.  Everyone then headed back for the tower of Ecthelion where Hela lied in her bed.  Merry set them gemstone onto the floor and once again the gem glowed and Druig’s spirit reappeared before them.

When he caught sight of his twin sister on the bed beaten and scarred, he couldn’t believe that over 3000 years on her own, she’d fallen like this.

“How?” was all Druig could muster.  Everyone turned to Haldir and he finally spoke.

“Three dark sorcerers used me to get to her. She fought as best as she could, but they proved to be stronger than she even with all her power.” Druig turned to Haldir and floated right up to the elf.  He raised his hands up and placed them on either side of Haldir’s head, his thumbs just barely touching the top of Haldir’s eyes.  Druig’s eyes glowed gold and he slowly bowed his head as he began to look inside Haldir’s mind.

There he saw and felt every ounce of pain both he and Hela had endured with Deimos. Nergal and Perses.  The poison they gave Haldir, every slice of Deimos’s sickles on both their bodies, the raw power of Perses’ hand-to-hand combat, and even the gas that had taken them both down.

Druig suddenly released Haldir and actually stumbled to the ground weak and in agony at what he had just felt.  He crawled across the room, Pippin took a step in concerned but was not only held back by Merry but Druig’s voice echoed with agony.

“DON’T TOUCH ME!!” Druig finally pressed his back to the wall and curled himself inward in agony.

“Mr. Druig? Are you—okay?” Merry asked hesitantly.

“I saw it.” he whispered brokenly.

“Saw what?” Merry asked again.

“I saw her through your eyes.” Druig looked to Haldir.  “Even after what they did to you, you still fought by her side?” Haldir looked down.

“I only wish I had fought harder. If I had not gotten captured, maybe there would’ve been a greater chance at stopping them. But they…..” Haldir’s breathing grew sharp and heavy as regret filled him once again.  Druig tilted his head and could feel Haldir’s emotions radiating even without needing to look back into his head.

“You’re the one she chose.” Druig stood back up and once again levitated before Haldir.  “She always did have an admiration for the Elves but never did I think she would choose one to be her One.” Druig then floated over to his sister’s body and whispered. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you little sister. But at least you didn’t pass on alone.” When Druig reached out to touch her head he softly gasped.

His sorrow turned perplex as his eyes began to glow gold.  He remained still as he stared down at his sister’s body, not once removing his hand from her head.

“Druig? What is it?” asked Cain.

“I have seen many corpses in my life, many slain warriors even of my own kin. But not a single dead body’s mind is as active as Hela’s is.” Druig said.

“What does that mean?” asked Pippin.

“Have you ever had that feeling when you feel like your trapped in a dream? Where your body is completely still yet your mind is screaming at you to wake up?” they all gave him a nod.  “I sense within her that while her body is unresponsive, her mind is as active as a bee’s hive. This is a spell unlike anything I’ve ever seen before.”

“So….Hela isn’t dead?” Pippin asked with a hint of hope in his voice.

“Not yet. This feels like her power but I’ve never known Hela to do something like this to someone.” Druig turned to his sisters friends and his exiled brother and asked.  “You said dark sorcerers did this to her, what did they look like?”

“I can show you.” Faramir stepped forward.  Druig floated over to him and like he did with Haldir, he placed his hands on either side of Faramir’s head, his thumbs just above the young Steward’s son’s eyes and there Druig saw the faces of Perses, Deimos and Nergal.  Druig let out a gasp, his eyes widened in shock as he shook his head.

“It—it couldn’t be. No, no, no, it can’t be.”

“Master Druig, you know these men?” asked Gandalf.

“Not physically but…..oh Irmo I can’t believe how foolish I was to do that to her!” Druig snapped in his anger and in his anger, his raw power caused several objects to fling across the room, some of them nearly taking out some of the men in the room.

“What Druig? What did you do?” asked Aragorn.

“You would think I was a fool after I tell you.”

“For Hela’s sake? I think I would’ve done the same if I had been in your place. Please Lord Druig, we have no answers and if there’s anything you can tell us, we need to know. Not for Middle Earth’s sake or ours, but your sister’s.” Druig looked into Aragorn’s eyes and saw nothing but the truth.  He could see just how much this mortal man cared for his sister like she was his own blood.

“Shortly after Sauron had created his Ring of Power, Hela used to wake up screaming. From these….awful dreams. She never wanted to speak about them but she allowed me to see them through her mind. And each time it was always the same dream. She dreamt of darkness and fire. She saw herself standing over the world as it burned to the ground, Her armor changed into one of iron, almost like the Dark Lord’s himself. But she wasn’t alone. At her side, there were three men in Celestial armor as well, but they weren’t any of ours, it was unlike anything I have ever seen Celestial armor be. And those men were the very same men I saw in your head.” He said pointing to Faramir.

Everyone was speechless at Druig’s confession.  This couldn’t be possible could it? Those men in Celestial armor?

“I-I didn’t know how to comfort her or reassure her so I-I……I erased those dreams from her head. Each time until she didn’t dream of them anymore.” Druig scoffed.  “To think she was seeing the future and I made her forget. She could’ve known not to trust them.”

“She did.” Haldir spoke.  Druig turned to the Marchwarden.  “She didn’t know how to explain it, but the moment she had met Perses first, she told me there was something both familiar yet evil about him. Sam goes for Nergal and Deimos. She knew not to trust them.”

 “But why would she see those men in Celestial armor? I thought they were just evil wizards?” asked Pippin.

“It’s not possible. None but the Valar and the Celestial prime can create Celestials.” Said Gandalf.

“Her Celestial connection.” Cain muttered.  Everyone turned to him.  “When Sauron took possession over Hela, he didn’t just severe her connection to just the powers of our kin. She had lost her Celestial connection, in a way her aura was like how a mortal man’s is.”

“What do you mean Master Cain?” asked Merry.

“Celestials hold a certain aura that glows much like the Elves. When I first met Hela, I was shocked to see just how dim her Celestial aura was, it was like seeing the last specks of a campfire before it’s extinguished by a foot or dumping some dirt on top of it. It took the entire time she was with me to regain that Celestial glow that our kin is known for.”

“And Sauron’s servants did not kill all of our men. Some were said to have been taken straight into the Black Gates, never to be seen again. And those warriors that were said to have been taken were both strong bodied and strong-willed.” Faramir said.

“He’s deceived us all along. His plans for Hela, her powers, the councilmen of Denethor, it all makes sense now. Sauron didn’t want Hela’s powers for himself…..” Cain started fearfully.

“He wanted to harvest them.” Druig spoke grimly.

“Sauron has created his own Celestials of Death.” Suddenly thunder boomed from the sky but unlike storms in the past, the lightning that flashed from the sky was blood red.

“If they truly are Celestials of Death, then all is lost.” Gimli said.  “Lady Hela is a powerful Celestial, but with three Celestials of her own power on the side of our enemy, what hope do we have in stopping them? Especially when in three days’ time, they’ll bring back the Deviants.”

“That’s sometimes the trouble with your Dwarves that I’ll never understand.” Druig said.  Gimli grumbled under his breath offendedly.

“What do you mean?” asked Aragorn.

“I did say Hela is under a powerful spell, but all spells, no matter how powerful can be broken.”

“You mean you can break her free of that spell this whole time?” exclaimed Gimli.

“Not me, this is Hela’s magic working against her. Only she has the power to break this curse, but who’s to say she can’t do it without a little help?”

“What are you suggesting Druig?” asked Cain.

“If I can send my spirit deep into Hela’s subconscious, I might be able to help her break free of whatever imprisonment this spell has on her. But in order to counteract a spell this powerful, I need a host body to use my power.” Druig gave a small smirk for he already had chosen who he wanted to use his power.

“No Druig, absolutely not!” Cain immediately said.

“I didn’t even say who I’ve chosen!” Druig exclaimed.

“But I know who you’re thinking of choosing! And I can’t watch as his body is destroyed by your power!” he walked out of the tower and headed down the stairs.

As Cain trudged down the stairs in a huff, Druig’s spirit suddenly appeared before him and he demanded.

“Do you want to be responsible for what is to come next if we choose to do nothing?”

“You don’t understand Druig. Merry and Eowyn both went up against the second greatest threat the third Age has ever known. More dangerous than even Smaug. The Witch King of Angmar is not a foe to be taken lightly, they were both lucky to have come back with their sanity still intact.”

“I’ve seen through Hela’s eyes how the Black breath is and how dangerous Angmar was to Middle Earth. But it doesn’t change the fact that out of anyone in that room, Meriadoc Brandybuck shows more promise in wielding my power. And if you don’t let him and I find a way to help Hela, then Middle Earth will be nothing but shadow and stone.”

Cain’s breathing deepened as he crossed his arms, his body fidgeting with anxiety.  He cursed that Druig was right, even he could sense that Merry was meant for something greater, even greater than aiding in helping to defeat the Witch King himself.

“This is his decision. Not yours. If he says no, you will not use your mind manipulation to force him to help you.”

“And if he agrees, then you keep your mouth shut and let us do our work, while you do yours. Without Hela, the Deviants will go for any and all traces of life force to sustain themselves. And you’re the only one with enough knowledge on how to take them down. Deal, brother?” Druig held out his hand.

Cain then reached out and was actually able to grab onto Druig’s hand as the two brothers shook on it.

“If any harm comes to that Hobbit, you’ll see why I was given the name Cain the Wrathful.”

“And you’ll see that when it comes to my twin sisters, I’m not afraid to break the rules and risk banishment for their safety.” Druig’s eyes glowed red in warning.

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HAPPY 4 YEARS LOVE!! THANK YOU FOR BEING HERE WITH US DESPITE ALL THE HARDSHIPS!!

If it may not be too much to ask for, can I request for 3. Gazing at reader’s lips while they’re talking. After a moment, Character can’t help themselves, they interrupt them with a kiss, with Haldir please?

Love u lots!

Hello, Nonnie! Thank you so much for the four-year celebration and for sticking around with me through them! I hope you enjoy:

He didn’t mean to ignore you, truly he didn’t. But Haldir couldn’t help but feel utterly captivated. 

The sunlight made a perfect halo around your head, giving you an ethereal light as you ranted about something that caused such passion in you. 

A new book, he thinks it was, but that thought was simply forgotten as you continued to speak, your lips looking pillowy and soft and your eyes twinkled like starlight. 

Haldir’s eyes honed in on your lips, a soft smile forming on his face as he watched them move. 

And then they stopped. 

“Are you even listening to me?” You teased, lips stretching into a wide grin as Haldir finally looked into your eyes again, a bashful smile on his face. 

“Now that I’ve gotten your attention,” you leaned forward in a playful manner before resuming the spacing between the two of you. 

“I was talking about this book that the library got in from Imladris-“

He was lost in you again, gazing intensely at your lips, his tongue flickering out to wet his bottom lip before gazing back up at your eyes for just the briefest moment. 

“And there’s this character named-“ Your gushing was interrupted as Haldir leaned forward, lips slotting against yours as his hand went to cup your cheek.

“Mmph-“ Your eyes widened before slipping shut, melting into him as he shifted his other hand to slot around your waist, pulling you against his frame. 

The kiss was intense and passionate as he tilted his head to kiss you so, so, deeply. 

As you two finally separated, your chest was heaving and Haldir had a wide grin on his face. 

“What was that for?”

Instead of saying anything, Haldir just continued to grin, shrugging his shoulders and keeping you close to him as he rested his forehead against yours. 

A soft laugh left you in amusement as you rubbed your nose against his. 

“Silly,” You teased before his lips pushed against yours again.

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Happy New Year's y'all. Hope you all are having a good day! Each one will be NSFW and a part of the Modern AU series! I will also be having each character's drabble in its own post! 

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New Years - Middle Earth

Haldir: I’m just getting comfy.

New Years for you and Haldir meant movie night with your friends. Every year it was a struggle for everyone to agree on what movie to play. Eventually, someone would grab the remote and select a movie. This year, it was you who decided to just put on Star Wars: A New Hope. Once the movie was ready to be played, snacks ready, and everyone was seated, you turned off the lights.

As all of your friends have taken up the available seats, the only spot you could sit was on Haldir's lap. He beckoned you over, patting his lap. "Come here Love, come sit with me." He said, smiling up at you, as you walked over. He pulled you onto his lap with one hand, using the other to move the blanket he had over both of you. "I'm sure you'll be comfortable sitting with me." He had a mischievous grin.

You hadn't noticed before, but he had a thin pair of sweatpants on. You were able to see and feel his hard on as you sat down. With the blanket as a bit of cover, you decided to wiggle around a bit. As you settled down after getting both of your pants and underwear down, you got a questioning look from your friends. "What? I'm just getting comfy." You say, flashing a smile at them as you ground your hips into Haldir.

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[wordbunch]

LOTR/TH characters with an extroverted partner

a/n: guess who’s written something again!!! can you believe it? I hope to get back into writing a bit more 😁 thank you @goingtoladyworld for requesting this, it was a great idea and I enjoyed writing it 😘 if you like it, let me know, and consider reblogging so others can potentially see it too 💛

INCLUDES: Elrond (whichever version you want to imagine, will be fine), Aragorn, Thorin, Legolas, Haldir

ELROND

is absolutely in love with your energy

admires how you carry yourself in social settings and how you can have a friendly conversation with basically anyone

sometimes he’s too overworked and tends to forget someone’s name or some basic information about them - then he always looks to you for help and appreciates it so much when you remind him of things like that

doesn’t at all mind being “in your shadow” in large groups, actually he enjoys the fact that you’re outgoing and everybody knows you and he can just be there with you

gets the tiniest bit jealous (or insecure-ish) when he sees how much people gravitate towards you and your shimmering energy, but he would never ever want you to change that about yourself

🎊

ARAGORN

 actually it’s very convenient that an introverted KING has an extroverted partner to lean onto during royal functions or balls or such

he’s very dignified and he says what needs to be said, but someone has to take it up a notch, spice it up,  and it’s going to be YOU

if he is stuck in an awkward conversation or someone is annoying him needlessly, he will give you a “help me” kind of look

it almost makes you laugh because there’s this royal manly man who looks at you like a lost puppy, but of course you’re going to cut in and save his introverted ass

in case you ever feel a bit insecure about your personality or think that you’re “too much”, he will immediately reassure you with the kindest words and a decent amount of kisses

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THORIN

in case you ever start to feel insecure and think that you’re being too loud, too much or anything like that, he will reassure you instantly and tell you how perfect you are to him + include a decent number of kisses, just in case

he will side eye anyone who comes up to him with something that he deems stupid or unnecessary… except for you

everyone is in awe of how your very presence makes him change his demeanor

many times he will complain and grunt about not wanting to go somewhere people-y (because he knows that many will want his attention), but as long as you’re there, he will survive

he literally refuses to go to any kind of social occasion without you (you are sunshine he is midnight rain)

 if his words toward someone are harsh, you will expertly jump in and soften the blow and just quickly look at him with slight disapproval

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LEGOLAS

he doesn’t overtly admit it, but he’s impressed by how you carry yourself and give your time and attention kindly to others, he considers it a valuable skill and is very thankful to have such a person as his partner to strike a balance

I don’t actually consider him that much of an introvert, he’s just… himself and a bit odd

he can go off on a tangent about something that randomly crosses his mind and then you have to be the one to save the situation, and rescue whoever is the poor soul that ended up listening to the elf’s poetic monologues

he doesn’t dislike socializing, but you’re the one who pushes for it more, and he’s very rarely going to refuse

you love to dance and he needs time to get comfortable enough to dance with you in front of others, and then he will absolutely not take his eyes off of you - you keep him grounded

🎊

HALDIR

when you’re feeling like being a tease, you enjoy making him only slightly flustered in front of others, whether it be through some comment you whisper to him, or through physical affection - he is more reserved in public and you respect that, but sometimes it’s just a little fun to make the tips of his ears go red

bestie he is SUFFERING in social situations

nearly a death grip on your arm half the time

you find it slightly amusing how mortified this elf gets if he needs to make a speech or confront somebody

he can’t believe how someone could ever be extroverted but, goodness, does he appreciate the way that you are!

will try to find any excuse to avoid socializing with people he doesn’t know well

breathes an absolute sigh of relief when you pick up a conversation that grew awkward because he was giving short, seemingly disinterested answers

in private, you will lovingly make fun of him for all of that, but you two complement each other nicely

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[epilogue-and-prologue]

Holding On

Fandom: The Lord of the Rings Ship/Pairing: Haldir x Reader Trope: Best Friends to Lovers Note: Took advantage of the potentially invented elven tradition of gifting someone your most precious possession after your first kiss :D. Warnings: Angst/Miscommunication - damn you Haldir/Slight smut if you squint and zoom at the very end. Word count: 2 836 Tag-list: @heilith @asgardianhobbit98 @middleearthpixie @glassgulls @evenstaredits @fizzyxcustard @sotwk

The gentle breeze brought a soft tune to your ears. Of course, he would be playing in the first hours of the night. What else could he do, before leaving for another long month of patrol? Certainly not seek you out. The bitter lingered.

Haldir was a dear and close friend of yours. He had drawn you in with his cheekiness and teasing words. You were lucky enough to know those sides of him, usually hidden. Unlucky enough to be on the receiving end of those same unruly sides, sometimes. It felt harder and harder with each joust of words to stop the ones you wanted to say from blurting out of your mouth. Today was about fixing that. Upon walking the narrow path, your eyes met his silhouette before he could see you. The length of his hair covered his face. His bow and arrows were left in the grass, carefully propped against a branch. His head rose, and he finally saw you. A flutter of wings came to life in your stomach. He smiled at you.

“What are you doing out this early, melon?”

You had no good answer for that. Knowing he was leaving was one thing. Seeing him do so, even in your dreams, was another. Every departure was a torment for you.

Your lips curled sadly with your next words.

“Why did you not say goodbye, Haldir?”

The underlying harshness of your tone startled him. He paled, his eyes growing wide. He did not expect that. Not from you. You who were gentle and kind. Soft-spoken and careful in all manners of life. He never wanted to disappoint you. Nor hurt you. After your first encounter, he knew very quickly your presence could never be replaced by anyone else. When he identified those feelings as more than friendship, he snuffed them out. The mere thought of losing you because of them was unbearable. Deep down, he knew you would not leave him so. Yet, he feared it all the same and kept himself quiet.

“I thought I did. What is happening to you?”

A heavy sigh. Again, your emotions had got the better of you. The loneliness he left behind was a most cruel sentiment to have. Or to hold on to. His hands had stopped playing, and he laid the instrument next to him.

“I am sorry. I fear my future loneliness at your departure is haunting me in advance.”

Haldir chuckled weakly. You always did have a way with words. Even more so since becoming a script here in the palace. Where he was the one leaving, you were always the one staying. It tore his heart in two to see you afflicted so. The Marchwarden did not know what to do to alleviate the sadness in your eyes. You stepped forward until he had to raise his head to look at you. Soon, you sat down in front of him. An itch went through him from his fingertips to his shoulder blade; how he wanted to touch you right now…

“And you woke up this early because of it? Have I altered your sleeping by my rudeness? — Do not flatter yourself that much, Haldir.”

Finally, a smile had made its way onto your face. You reckoned that being mad at him was not your best skill. Unwavering, he stared at you expectantly, wishing you would answer and share your troubles with him, as you always did. This time proved harder than the other ones.

“I have made a decision.”

His eyebrows rose.

“What kind of decision? — About… us.”

His heart skipped a beat, and his breath shortened. He frowned even more, at a loss for words.

“We have been friends for a long and appreciable time. — Yes, we have. — Please do not interrupt me, it is already so hard to do…”

You bit on your lip, your courage leaving as water out of its bed. His stare became more present, his fingers tapping an invisible rhythm against the earth. Could this be it? Or had he been a fool this whole time?

“As a token of my appreciation, I want you to have this.”

Out of your hand, a piece of paper neatly folded — just as you knew how to. He had had those notes before. When you wanted to see him but could not fetch him yourself. Or when you wanted to say anything to him while he was on patrol. He took the piece of paper, seemingly heavier than the lasts. It seemed to contain something. Before he could pry it open, you stopped him.

“I also want you to wait until you are at your post.”

He looked at you as if you had grown a second head.

“Humour me. — Oh, I will.”

You laughed with him this time, inclining your head on one side. He found it entirely too endearing.

“I will, I promise. — Thank you.”

The letter clutched in his hand, he found himself speechless again.

A loud sound announced his departure. A few of his comrades passed you by. They soon waited by the end of the path for him to follow.

“Goodbye, my friend.”

While saying the words, he grabbed what was his, placing your letter in an inside pocket close to his heart. You noticed. You smiled as brightly as you could.

“Safe travels, my friend.”

He smiled brightly back, always one to try to cheer you up. Before you could register what he had done, he grabbed your hand and kissed your knuckles. His steps were barely echoing around you anymore when you realised. The flutter in your stomach turned into a full storm.

*

The advanced post took them three whole days to reach. During those three days, Haldir could not help himself from touching and toying with the piece of paper you left him with. He was patient; you knew that. When it came to you, he could have waited another lifetime. Yet, this simple piece of paper and what it contained, almost weightless, made him more impatient and frustrated than the longest watch had ever done.

Finally, he reached his destination, and they relieved the others from their patrol. He waited the middle of the night to be alone and open the gift you had left him with. The paper unfolded easily enough. It almost toppled the thin ring left inside. The details were weaved around it, organised in rows of leaves and polished silver. It could not have belonged to you. The size was too big, and the ornaments were indicative of a skilled touch. He held the jewel in his palm for the longest time, almost losing track of what he was supposed to watch out for. Luckily, his brother had joined him and kept an extra eye out when he saw him entranced by what an object he could not see. Rúmil only hoped it would be a good thing. And made a mental note to ask about it later on.

On the paper, read the following.

“Dear friend,

I have known you for the longest time. I have cared for you for just as long. In truth, I have more than cared for you. My friendship was soon turned into affections and my affections turned into love. True unbearable, unbreakable love. This seems sudden, I know, and if you do not feel the same, I wish you would forget all about this affair and we will go back to the way things were. I promise not to bring it up again. In my heart, I know that no matter what, I will always be by your side. I believe you know in our tradition, a first show of affection is to be rewarded by that which is most precious to us. With the ring, I hope to offer a payment in advance. You see, this belonged to my father. Before him, my grandfather and before him, my great grandfather. It has seen better times. I hope it will see better times. He passed it onto me, as his only child. It is my most precious and meaningful possession. I want you to have it, for if you feel the way I do, there is no other way forward but to spend the rest of my life with you.

You have known me to be meek, but when I am with you, I become brave. I want to be brave with you.

Again, if you do not wish for me in those ways, I will understand. That ring, nevertheless, shall always be yours, for I will never love anyone else.

With love, Your friend.”

Haldir’s breath stopped. The shock must have shown on his face, for the comrade next to him shook his shoulder in the hopes of waking him up from his reverie. A wide smile had spread across his face, his heart beating anew.

“Are you alright? — I am. Now go back to your posts, please.”

Never before had he said please when giving orders. They figured this letter must have broken his skull, for he spent the rest of the month whistling and daydreaming, spending more time alone than with them. The oldest knew. The youngest were still asking questions. When they received no answers, they settled for quiet speculations.

None of them could have figured out what was happening in Haldir’s head the whole time.

*

You waited for an answer.

It never came.

Your days were spent writing and copying the history of your people, under a strict supervision. Celeborn would have no mistake be made, whereas Galadriel encouraged you in more positive ways. They were nervous, for those scrolls were to be sent to other countries for archiving. They were a testimony and inheritance of your people’s knowledge and myths. No room for errors.

Alas, you were distracted. On the first week, you were wondering if anything had happened to Haldir during his trip to his post. Then, news came that his group had safely arrived. The second week, you convinced yourself he did not return your attachment and cried yourself to sleep every night. It was cruel, but you had expected it. After all, he was a Marchwarden and you were a mere scribe. The third one, right before he was supposed to come back, you willed yourself to go back to the way it was. He was probably giving you the space to mourn and grieve for what would never be. You had to let things go, eventually.

On the day he did come back, Haldir made no specific announcement to you, nor did he arrive during daylight. Rúmil had warned him about showing up at this hour, himself having gone directly to bed. Of course, he did not listen to his brother. Especially when he was teasing him about the love-struck face, he had a hard time hiding, all the way back home. The first thing he did was seek you out. Despite his restlessness, the odd hour triumphed over him, and he could not find you anywhere. Straight away, he went to your room, which for this hour should not have been this cold, nor this lifeless. Your bed was undone, it was obvious you had trashed around in it, the sheets left in disarray. Your work clothes were scattered around the floor. The windows were open, a faint trace of flowers in the air. He did not recognise this to be you. His worry only grew when he found inks and quills, papers thrown about on the desk. All of them with his name, some angry, others drowned in tears. The library was empty, your usual meeting point by the pond too. No guard could tell him where you had gone. He almost snapped his bow under the pressure of his hands. A quick detour to his room and he dropped off his bags and weapon. It was his fault. All of it. Not knowing what you wanted him to do, he had tried to write letters, never sending them out. It was all his fault for not telling you, even in unwisely chosen words, how he truly felt. What an actual idiot he had been. Only then did he realise where you must have been and ran.

The scribes had all left their working space. And here you were, hunched over and scrapping paper after paper, in your usual measured manners. He halted his steps. From where he was, he could not see your face, nor your hands, yet he was sure they were covered in ink stains and sore from having been overused. His feet reached you rapidly. You were about to cry out when you turned around.

Haldir had been right. You were wearing a wrinkled nightdress, clinging onto your skin with the sweat, your eyes haggard, hands covered in small ink stains. You probably had touched your face too, for it had several spots of ink there too. One by your left eye, over your eyelid. Another on your cheek, spread in a wild sprawl. The last ones on both your temples, where you must have tried to erase a headache.

As well as tears. So much tears growing in your eyes dying on your lips, nesting in your throat, making your skin damp when he reached for your face. How could he had let this happen?

“Why are you here? — I love you.”

He figured that in the state you were in, brutality was the swiftest way of ripping this sadness away. He did not think far enough to predict the anger that would follow.

“And you’re only telling me now!”

You wanted to hit him. Badly. Even tried to slap him. If it were not for his stupid reflexes, you might have done so. He would have let you, if the need to embrace you had not been so overwhelming. He pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead before securing his arms around you. You relented, too tired to fight with him. Without warning, he picked you up a hand under your knees and the other on your back. Your hands secured against his neck as he carried you out. Haldir did not bother looking out for onlookers. They would have no answer from him anyway, too focused as he was on seeing your face for the first time in a month. It was lucky this mission had been this short, otherwise… He did not want to imagine otherwise. Your room was the closest, and he reached it first, settling you in bed. You were the one to stop him. Those pleading eyes he could not resist, and a need to rest his bones close to the person he wanted to be with. He laid down with you, and you fell asleep safe and sound in his arms.

* The next morning, he woke up with a back pain, in the bed only made for one. You were nowhere in sight. He sighed. Maybe you had gone to wash and would come back soon. He waited a little while before deciding he probably had the time to wash and change too until you arrived. As he had been previously, he was wrong.

When you came back an hour later — the ink had washed away with difficulty and you needed clean clothes — your room was empty. No traces left behind. Frustration took root within you. Where could he be? Showing up in the middle of the night, no notes, no nothing announcing his return. Not directly from him, at least. You had hoped for a letter or a missive. Something, anything.

He did not have another mission yet, as far as you knew. The only logical places he could be were the bathhouse or his chambers. You chose the latter. You stomped into his bedroom with no warning.

“You did not say goodbye, Haldir.”

A chill ran down his spine. His undressed state did not seem to phase you. But then again, he thought he was the only one in love in this relationship and it had proved wrong. Deciding against his first instincts, he put a light shirt on and walked to you. You wanted to slap the smirk off of his face. Just as much as you wanted to take that shirt off of him right this instant.

“No, you did not this time. — I did not?! How… — Please…”

This time, he was the one pleading for mercy. You were looking precious, like this. A nymph or a divine being, freshly out of the water, droplets dragging against your skin. Haldir’s thumb touched your lips lightly, plump and warm against his fingertips. Your breath shortened, anger drowned by him. By his arm around your waist, by his breath fanning over your cheek, his hair caressing your collarbones, your throat, firm hands mapping your back. The fire within you could not be stopped this time.

“If you start this… — I know.”

His lips touched yours, and the world was ablaze. He brought your legs against his hips. You could feel his desire against your core. Never before had you willingly surrendered to your feelings like this.

You felt the edge of a silver ring you knew by heart around his finger. You bit your lips hard and kissed him again, even harder.

There was no letting go now.

Only holding on.

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[glassgulls]

Sweet Conversations

Fandom: Lord Of The Rings Return of the King

Pairing: Haldir x fem!reader

Warnings: Mutual pining, lots of kissing some not very innocent. Nothing explicit but please be advised this spicier than general audience.

Summary: A chance conversation leads to a simple game with the sweetest of prizes.

Comments: This was inspired by this prompt list "let me teach you what a real kiss is". The thought of Haldir saying that to me seems to have short circuited my brain as this was supposed to be a drabble but ran away from me, hopefully not to the detriment of the piece. I also would very much like to be chased down by Haldir. I have no chill.

Word count: 5, 359

Your eyes were fluttered closed as thumbs smoothed over your cheek bones. The strong hands that are cupping your face so tenderly tilt it up slightly. Your parted lips are trembling as the whisper of breath fans over your face. 

You feel the shift of the body in front of you as they press closer, a nose nuzzles against your cheek and you whimper softly as chapped lips brush the corner of your own.

“Haldir.” You plead softly, your hands reach up and curl your fingers into his tunic, breath catching in anticipation of his touch. 

His voice was a low purr as he speaks your name, making you quiver. He has barely touched you but your heart is thundering in your chest you're sure Haldir's sharp ears can hear it. 

Your fingers grip his clothing, holding on to try to ground you in the moment. His lips trailed up to press softly against your temple.

His name tumbles from your lips like a plea, a prayer. Let him have mercy on you and finally kiss you like he had promised.

"Let me teach you what a real kiss is." The Marchwarden had stated earlier. Moving slowly closer into your personal space. The apex predator closing in on his cornered prey. 

His steps had been slow and cautious, always giving you time to refuse but you hadn't. You had taken a step back so your back was flush with one of the decorated columns in this secluded vista. Back arching slightly to bend your body towards him. Welcoming his approach, encouraging him closer, a luring siren. No one would pass by at this time of evening. It was why you had run here, leading Haldir on a merry chase so you two could finally be alone. 

Your heart had been full of courage then, all breathy laughs and gasps as you had weaved around the various areas of Lórien. Turning every now and then to make sure he was still there and thrilled to see the glimpse of him moving with an unhurried pace behind. But always within sight, once or twice within grasp but had not reached out. You knew he just wanted you to know that he could finish this in a moment. It was sheer indulgence on his part or perhaps he was just looking to see you finally tired out and close in with ease. 

You had giggled and squealed as you turned a corner to see him already there leaning on a wall with a ghost of a smile and had danced away to change direction. You knew your destination, you were positive that Haldir also knew but was corralling you along more quieter routes, neither of you wanted anyone disturbing your game.

You had paused at a small ornamental garden with a delicate fountain in the centre with flowers of heady scents planted in a careful pattern around the area. The beautiful statue holding a vase that was pouring gurgling waters in the centre shone in the early moonlight. Swiftly hiding behind the fountain you placed a hand on your chest to catch your breath, your heart beating frantically under your touch and you let your eyes flutter closed for a second to try to calm its frantic pace and listen for any approaching noise. 

Silence.

Opening your eyes you had caught the full moon gloriously starting its climb across the night sky. It’s silver visage reminding you of the blue eyes of your pursuer. A sharp blue under the sun but at night a brilliant flash of quicksilver whenever your gazes met. 

You had bitten your lip at the flash of memory as Haldir had openly stared at you at the party earlier in honour of you and companions. The flush of alcohol in your system had made you more playful than usual as you had joined in on the teasing chatter of your companions. 

“Who was your best kiss?” 

It had made you frown and dip your head down as the others had whispered the lurid details of the treasured moments. But when it had been your turn you had only sighed in melancholy. 

“I’ve never-” You had started and then Pippin had jumped in spluttering his drink everywhere.

“You’ve never been kissed?!” His shrill tone making people turn towards your group.

“No, of course I have!” You shouted a little too loudly and dropped your voice low again in a conspiratorial whisper. “They’ve just been nothing to write home about.” You shrugged and your gaze had flicked up to see a certain elf watching your group, watching you with a look that had made you suck on your lower lip and heat rush to your face. 

You recognised him of course, Haldir the Marchwarden of Lorien. He who had escorted you and your group through the forest now dressed tonight in a more casual tunic and leggings of grey and green. Haldir who had approached you later to ask your name and gave you a tour of the main part of the beautiful Elven city. Haldir that you now had nightly dreams about driving him quite mad with desire and shaking his famous composure.

Haldir who had clearly heard the drunken conversation and was pinning you where you stood with his blue eyes. Perhaps you were not the only one who was dreaming of less than innocent thoughts. 

You had excused yourself to get another drink and while at the serving table you had felt a presence at your elbow. You knew who it would be immediately. After all, being in your every waking and dreaming thought had made you hyper away of him.

“Marchwarden.” You spoke and let your gaze flick to him. He had already grabbed the bottle you were reaching for and offering to pour you a drink. His voice was calm and quiet as he spoke your name. Placing the bottle back down again you took a small sip and let your eyelashes flutter up at him, noticing the way his jaw clenched at the action.

“I couldn't help overhear your conversation from before.” He spoke with such a blase tone you had a hard time reconciling it with the way his fingers tightened around the bottle, knuckles going white when you had let your tongue peek out to chase the wine on your lips.

“Did you wish to contribute to the conversation?” You had asked in a careful tone and moved closer to him. Purposely brushing against his arm to reach for a plate of strawberries and smiling in relief at the way his body shivered at the contact. 

"Not with the rest of your companions, no.” He stated simply in a low tone that seemed to suggest a hint of collusion. An air of secrecy between you and him. The implications of that made you hum in excited satisfaction and gaze up at him. Girlish fancy bubbling up in you at the prospect that you and the handsome ellon would share something together. You finish the wine in your glass and delicately place it down.

Biting into the strawberry you couldn't help the sigh of content at its sweet taste and looked to the side as if deep in thought.

“Then perhaps it is something you would like to converse about somewhere more quiet?” You felt the low rumble of agreement rather than with your ear, it makes you wonder if he takes it for granted that you don’t have the sharp hearing of him and his kin.

“If that would please you, my lady.” He says, looking over the party with an aching parody of drollness that it makes you giggle under your breath. 

The ellon takes a strawberry also and lets his gaze flick back to you while taking a small bite from it. There’s a sizzle of tension between you both, hot and heavy like before a thunderstorm. Feeling the brave courage of the wine in your veins you scan the room to make sure there was no audience to you and Haldir's little game. 

Seeing no spectators you arched an eyebrow and plucked the strawberry from his hand and let it tap at your bottom lip a second before sinking your teeth into it and letting the juice almost fall from your lips. Haldir had watched you with rapt attention the whole time, made you revel in the dark cast of his brilliant blue eyes. Pupils swallowing the iris till they drowned the blue.

“Very well, I’m going outside to take some air.” You announced to him, your voice thick with desire before brushing past him. A trail of fingertips against his hand still by his side you had walked over to your friends and told them you were going to retire to your rooms and sauntered out fully aware you were being watched.

Outside you had taken a deep breath and tried to cool the blistering heat of want that sat under your skin. The drink, you imagine, was not the wisest choice to do while this clearly besotted with a near stranger.

Walking to the little railing that overlooked the city below you stopped, resting your hands on it. The sound of a footstep approached from behind made you smile and you resisted the urge to turn to them as they stood a hair's breadth away.

“Marchwarden.” You said again and risked a glance at him. He was staring below with a tint to his cheeks that you assumed was from the heat of the party inside.

“Haldir,” He corrected softly, then ducked his head down a moment and gave a small cough. “While we’re alone you may call me by my name.” Haldir paused. "If you should desire." He gave the correction as if he wasn't completely convinced of your intentions.

"I greatly desire that Haldir.” You breathed and gave a thrilled grin. The ellon beside you tightened his grip on the railing when you had spoken his name so you tried it again. Letting it draw from your lips slowly and deliciously, tasting it on your tongue. 

“You wished to discuss something with me, my lady?” Haldir spoke through gritted teeth. You tutted and tilted your head at him.

“You should call me by my name also Haldir like we are friends.” You chided him and watched as his knuckles went white gripping the railing.

“You wish, we should be friends?” He muttered quietly and you dropped the teasing smile from your face.

“No.” You confessed with the groan of yearning you had harboured for the ellon who stood next to you.

“Good,” He whispered with what seemed like a relieved exhale. You let your hand move closer to his own on the railing, just a soft brush of the tips of your fingertips had him shuddering. “You are playing a dangerous game.” Haldir let out with a soft growl like distant thunder. The rumble made you shiver and your toes curled at the forbidden images it stirred in you. 

“If it’s a game you want to play I shall oblige you Haldir,” You had teased softly letting the evening breeze carry your voice away. 

Pulling away from the railing Haldir had followed the movement with a puzzled expression. Standing there with your hands clasped behind your back you felt the breeze flutter the skirt of your dress as you looked at the ellon with liquid courage in your belly.

“We can continue our conversation after.” You finished and attempted a coy smile but it shrank when he stood and loomed over you. A hot flame of unbridled lust hit you, licked up your spine at the sheer presence Haldir had. 

“And what is the game?” Haldir asked, tilting his head and with a curious voice.

"We can continue once you catch me." You breathed rising up and down slightly on your tiptoes. Haldir's stance changed, the curious puzzlement shifted into a coiled hunch. His head tilted again and it made you think of the large beasts in the forest. Eyes quick and teeth sharp ready to chase down and strike. 

You ran your tongue over one of your canine teeth. A show of bravado, a taste of your intent, a glimpse who you really were. You were no child to tease and run. You were a woman who knew what she wanted and more than capable of biting back. 

Haldir stands completely still and poised, awaiting the rules of the game. The only glimpse of emotion was that the ellon  swallowed hard at your action, his adam's apple bobbing.

"What prize do I win when I catch you?" Haldir asked and you know your own eyes are mirroring his own dilated with desire.

"Perhaps you shall be able to give me the kiss I shall always think of." You responded sweetly and his lips curled for a split second.

"I accept," He stated calmly without hesitation. "I will teach you what a real kiss is." He promised.

You can't help the rush of excitement, the arousal his gaze ignites in you as he takes one step forward. 

Taking one step back you had bitten your lip to stop the gasping giggle of nerves in your chest. He was still staring, unblinking, muscles clearly bunched and coiled even under the loose tunic. Broad shoulders rolled with anticipation and, Eru, that made you feverish with want. 

"Will you grant me a head start Marchwarden?" You ask breathely and Haldir's unwavering stare slowly blinks. Like he's engrained the sight of you behind his eyes. He gave a soft hum of acknowledgement and nod of his head.

Then with a slight curtsy and cocky grin you turned on your heel and sprinted into the evening.

That was how you had ended up hiding behind the fountain. Your anticipation of his promised kiss made you almost falter in your steps so he would finally catch you. But you would play this game, race to the finish line and win your prize. 

A light step stirred from behind and you held your breath. You had taken a peek from your hiding spot and gasped when long strong fingers were curled on the corner of the fountain behind you. The index finger tapped twice before sliding to hide again. You failed to hold back a giggle escaping you and strained your ears to pinpoint his next move. Your heartbeat thundered in your chest, fingers gripped your skirts in readiness to bolt again. 

A flash of blond hair from your right and you fled yelping and laughing. Reaching the other side of the garden you turn and see Haldir where you had been hiding, his hand on the spot where your body had been seeming to memorise the warmth your body had been. He looked up to see you there and there's a look of such longing that it knocked the breath from you. The urge to run to him filled your bones, thrummed in your veins, choking off your breath.

Instead you had given him a smile, brimming with your own yearning, your desperate need. There had been a long moment when you both stood there trying to convey to one another your heart's desire.

After a heartbeat Haldir stood straight again and smirked, alerting you immediately. Maintaining eye contact he made a deliberate step forward. Tensing up you gave another squeak of excitement and bounded off into the dark. 

Running, the night air whipped around you as you weaved through the familiar paths. Your feet made light work as you neared the end goal, your final destination.

Moonlight suddenly enveloped you as you reached the end goal. You had seen this remote spot in an earlier visit with your handsome tour guide. A small garden with columns surrounding a bench with sweet scented roses. 

Stopping in the garden close to one of the columns you spun around, your dress swirling at your waist. Behind in the dark of the pathway you caught a glimpse of silver hair, raising a hand to your chest you try to calm your chittering nerves.

Slowly, step by step Haldir crept into the garden. You were clearly reminded of who he is, what he is, Marchwarden and guardian of this place. Lifetimes trained to defend, a sentinel of silent deadliness. A hunter who now had his eyes trained on you. 

You fail to suppress the shudder that goes through you, goosebumps rippling across your skin as you finally make eye contact with him. Shadows gave way, falling from him, as Haldir was finally fully bathed in moonlight. 

He approached slowly, seeming to sense the excitement in you. Whether the ellon wanted to make certain you were still sure of your earlier intent or perhaps it was in his nature as a hunter to approach his prey with caution? A cornered animal is at its most dangerous then after all.

So with that you lifted your chin up and taken another step back to feel the reassuring presence of the stone column behind you. Your eyes never strayed from the ellon coming towards you, the thundering in your chest is now not because of the chase. Haldir tilted his head again and paused.

"You give up?" He asked, curious and almost disappointed that you had stopped.

"We will be alone here, yes?" You counter and Haldir nods, blinking slowly.

"No one visits here at this time." He confirms and you relaxed against the column.

"Good," Your voice was barely a whisper as you threw him a reassuring smile. "No one to interrupt our discussion." You finished grinning at him.

Haldir hovered a little closer and gave a little laugh.

"You are very different." He said and moved into your personal space. Tilting your head back to keep his gaze you pouted a little.

"Is that bad?" You asked.

"No," he breathed and let one arm lean on the column you rested on. Leaning down he crowds in on you, and your breath quickened. You could smell his scent, wild and fresh like the forest surrounding this haven. 

"No, living as long as I have, different, should be celebrated." He explained moving to bring his lips to your ear, his nose traced the shell of it. The tremble that it elicits causes you to bite your lip with a catch of breath. 

"Will you claim your prize?" You ask hoarsely, your eyelashes fluttered as he pressed closer. Tilting your head again you let your lips brush against the alluring column of Haldir's neck. Your mouth close enough to his skin you could taste him on your lips. He hummed deeply in his chest, the vibrations rumbled through you both. 

"Soon." He promised his breath against your ear making you whimper. "I will teach you what a real kiss is."

Haldir shifted his body and with a little trepidation ran his hands along your jaw. You let your eyes open to see his gaze studying you. Those impossible blue, now sliver regarding you closely, to gauge any discomfort on your part. 

Raising your own hands you let them rest on his, your thumbs stroking against the battle  scarred skin of his. Through parted lips you darted your tongue out to wet them and couldn't help the sense of satisfaction at his sharp intake of breath at your action. 

"You tease me." He muttered in an accusatory tone.

"I don't know what you mean Marchwarden." Your laugh is an indecent purr. 

His eyes roll white a moment at the way you address him as a violent tremble shaked him. When Haldir looks at you again the tease in you curls up as his gaze ripped through you, stripping you bare to bone. Naked and vulnerable under the watchful moon, those hunters' eyes are almost black. 

A small ancestral part of you hisses danger to you. Run, run, little thing before you get gobbled up, consumed in one bite.

Another grin tugs your lips, showing teeth wide and bright. You're no little mouse to hide, you have your own claws, your own hunger. Haldir's lips twitch then curl into a small smile before he whispers your name. Soft like velvet across your skin, a dark caress that fills your mind, that has you close your eyes to savour the sensation.

The adrenaline is a heady concoction with the earlier wine, feeling daring you move your hands from his and let them rest on Haldirs chest. Your fingers smoothed over the hard defined muscle under his loose tunic. 

The ellons own had moved to tilt your face up, calloused worn thumbs swept over your cheekbones. Haldir's name rolled off your tongue as it always did in your dreams of him, full of want and longing. It felt strange to say it aloud, sacrilegious to be able to speak it so. This perfect being you had fantasised about was now holding you, caressing you like he had dreamed of this also.

The scent of roses clung to his skin as you both stood curled around each other. Neither wanting it to end, let the night hold you like this forever and that is how you had stayed. Haldir pressing soft kisses to your cheeks, eyelids and brow. You grew more feverish and whimpered for him to finally bestow the finishing blow and kiss you fully.

Your fingers tangle in his tunic dragging him close, loathed to let any space between you both. 

Haldir sings your name and you open your eyes to see him watching you. There's a wrinkle in his brow, a tension to his shoulders as a hand moves to cup your jaw. Sweeping your hands you curl them around his neck and let your nails drag softly against his skin. He seems nervous, or as close to an approximation to it that you can tell. It's a sharp contrast from his usual stoic demeanour. 

Silken hair cascades over your fingers, like silver moonlight. Curling your fingers through it you ventured this was as close as to holding starlight, it's utterly bewitching. The fingers that still brush softly at the nape of Haldir's neck dip tantalising below the neck of his tunic. There's a hint of that bulk of muscle shifting again, like the roll of thunder, a force of nature. 

The fluttering if your heart beats out a frantic tattoo as Haldir's arms wrap around you. It's with a delicate care, testing your boundaries when you feel his fingers stroke your waist. A soft gasp escapes you as his free hand slides up to cradle the back of your head, strong fingers tangling in your hair as he tugs your heads back exposing your neck. 

Haldir's name chokes out your dry throat, when his breath fans across your pulse point, his nose nuzzling just under your ear. A whimper reverberates through you at plush lips pressed against your neck, the sensation as they made a slow trail along to your jugular and the fingers in your hair strong and insistent to keep you in place make you giddy.

Instinctively drag your nails along the perfect skin under your fingertips making Haldir groan softly. Your reward is the sharp scrape of his teeth that rips a sound from you that borders on animalistic. 

Haldir presses soft open mouthed kisses in a soothing gesture but it's too late for you. The feverish dizziness consumes you, shaking you to the core. Heady intoxication from wine is a poor comparison to the way your blood sings in your veins under his touch. You hold Haldir tight to you, convinced you can both stay like this forever, drunk on each other under the moon.

The fingers on your waist splay out, the searing heat of them surely branding you. Haldir nips at your throat again letting out a low pitched moan that you answer with your own. He must be leaving marks that a deep animalistic part of you craves. Dipping your fingers under the neck of his tunic again you claw at Haldir making him grunt and press you hard against the column. 

Arching against him you give a keening cry and eyes roll in your head at a hot sensation on your skin. A questing tongue flicking and dragging against your neck tasting you, his lips moving higher to your ear.

Haldir's nose nuzzles against you again, his own breath hurried as his fingers tighten on you. There's a sense of proud accomplishment that you of all people have caused this transformation in the Marchwarden. He's whispering in a low purr words you can't understand but the tone you can, it mirrors your own gasping pleas of want. 

"Please." You beg with no mind to your pride. Haldir groans low in his throat and the fingers on your waist disappear but before you mourn their loss you feel them again on your jaw. Haldir's thumb presses on your bottom lip and you instinctively nip and lick at it. A shudder rips through the ellon wrapped around you at your action.

The fingers on your jaw tighten for a second before twisting your face to his own. His lips are so close to your own you feel his panting breath, the heat of his already kiss swollen lips. Opening your eyes you look at him with a teary gaze, unable to hide the sheer desperation in them. 

Haldir meets your gaze with dark eyes, pupils blown wide.

"Haldir," you groan. "Please have pity on me." His eyes dip to your lips as you lick them.

"Yes meleth nin," Haldir's usual calm composed voice now choked out and gruff. "I shall take pity on us both." He stated.

Giving a rattled breath your eyes flutter close as Haldir presses his lips to your own, you both sigh in sated anticipation. His kiss is a lingering taste to savour you as he nips and sucks at your plush lips. Long and careful movements that unravel you with precision. Nothing can compare to this, your dreams and fantasies are poor fare to the reality. 

With your soft hiccups and moans Haldir's resolve starts to waver. What started out as a soft press of lips quickly evolves into a messy clash of teeth and tongue. Your fingers in Haldir's hair tug insistently, a warning not to stop. Haldir grunts and his fingers on your jaw near the border on bruising, but you have no mind to care. You'll wear them and his other marks with quiet pride.

Sliding your tongue against Haldir's you gasp which Haldir swiftly swallows. Sucking on his bottom lips causes a growl from the Marchwarden that makes your toes curl before he dives back in at you again. 

His ministrations make you reel, like a leaf in a storm whipped around. Hypoxia bleeds into your vision as you shiver and moan, Haldir stealing your breath. You pull away a moment and gulp air inelegantly, your hand not trapped in Haldir's hair cups his jaw, then move to trace his swollen lips to keep contact with him. 

Haldir presses soft kisses to your fingertips and when he sees you have your breath returned pushes past your hand to claim your lips again. Your fingers twitch and grapple to find purchase in Haldir's onslaught. 

You finally settle on his jaw again letting them flutter up to trace his ears. The reaction is visceral, violent shivers rocks through Haldir as he moans loudly. His chest heaves against your own as you meld into one another. Another desperate grapple at one another ensues to conquer, to consume the other, to become one.

Before you can press this advantage Haldir pulls away abruptly causing you to fall forward into him. He pulls you against his chest, letting you catch your breath. 

Tilting your head up you look to him confused but he's looking away into the darkness of the corridors beyond.

"Someone was approaching," he says softly, his fingers rubbing softly at the base of your head. You let your head rest against his chest, tucked safely under his chin. Words are beyond you as you try to reclaim your wits again but sure you're punch drunk. 

"It is getting late, perhaps we should continue our conversation tomorrow?" He states his question wavered with hope.

"Yes, tomorrow." You whisper into his chest loathed to move from his scent.

"I know of a place where no one will interrupt us, some place I would like to share with you."  Haldir states softly running a hand up your back, tracing your spine. 

You press yourself against him and sigh with content at the promise of tomorrow. Of Haldir wanting to share something precious of his life with you. 

"I would like that very much, Haldir." You reply and feel him shift slightly. The hand on your back moves to tilt your face up to look at him again. There's a look of satisfaction on his face for a mere moment at your appearance, soft doe-eyed and docile in his arms.

"Will you allow me to escort you back to your room?" He asks and you stifle a laugh. After what you had both just done, how he had reduced you to a quivering mess, to have him sound so proper was equal parts amusing and heartwarming.

"Please." You reply and take a moment to figure out if your legs will cooperate after the heady onslaught of a moment ago.

As you pull back slightly you straighten your clothing and idly hope you don't run into anyone on the way back. You must look like a complete shambles. Seemingly reading your thoughts Haldir reaches out and tucks some errant hair behind your ear before pressing close to kiss you again.

You squeak in surprise before melting against him again. The frantic energy from before still sizzles under your skin but Haldir seems to have a presence of mind to pull back again. 

Standing stupefied you feel Haldir tuck your arm through his own and whisk you away along unfamiliar paths. There's a sharp pang of grief of having to leave the sanctuary of moonlight and roses. But Haldir's presence at your side eases it immediately. 

There's twists and turns along darkened corridors that you are eternally grateful for being empty. Though you knew that was due to your guide's expertise in stealth, his feet lead you seemingly by second nature on desolate paths.

Soon enough you saw the familiar door of your room and a dread filled you at the realisation of having to separate from the ellon at your side.

Slowing down you both reach the door and begrudgingly you slip your arm free from Haldir. There's the distant noise of the party still in the throes of going on but all you want is the next day to come. 

Standing before Haldir you feel suddenly coy. Looking up at him under your lashes you fold your hands primly in front of you. You're sure anyone who may see would be adequately fooled into thinking you a chaste soul. And not the raging maelstrom of lust that the handsome Marchwarden stirs in you. 

Haldir tilts his head at your act and there's a moment of his eyes darkening again before he takes control of himself.

"Thank you for the tour, I enjoyed our conversation." You say saccharin sweet, Haldir ducks his head down a moment to hide the huff of a laugh.

"Hopefully it was memorable." He quips and you can't stop the small giggle escaping you as he glances up at you again.

"It was," you reply "Though I'm afraid my memory may fail me and I will need reminding Marchwarden." You confess softly and can see the twitch of his lips before his expression falls back into the easy mask of composure.

"I'm at your disposal my lady." Haldir pledges. Giving a small bow to you, he rises and you see the twinkle of mirth and promise in those beautiful blue eyes.

"Till tomorrow then?" You ask with baited breath. Haldir breaths quietly and you're quite sure he's fighting the urge to kiss you again. 

"Tomorrow and many more." He vows.

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[theelvenhaven]

Lazy Mornings with Haldir

Request:  Lazy mornings with Haldir?

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- When it comes to having a lazy morning with Haldir you are going to find that they are far and few between when you can actually have them, being a Marchwarden comes with a lot of responsibility. 

- Usually that responsibility is all tied into waking up early or being gone for long periods of time. 

- When he is home and waking up in the morning, it is hard to pin down Haldir for a lazy cuddly morning as he is ready to go out to the training or maybe even hunting with his brothers and he’s one for routine.

- So having a lazy morning is a little lost on Haldir and the idea won’t at all come to him, it will take you having to initiate for you to get your lazy morning. 

- As long as serious things aren’t having to take place, like readying to leave Lothlorien for his duties, you will find that he will be more receptive to a lazy morning with you. 

- Well it will take you asking a few times before he relents. 

- Haldir is a sucker for you, so don’t be fooled into thinking he doesn’t want to spend time with you. 

- He’ll feign halfheartedly about how he needs to go, while hesitating to dress and get ready to leave for the day and off to his routine but at another asking of him to stay, he does. 

- When you pat the bed, Haldir is quick to climb back into it next to you before you cuddle up to him and he wraps an arm around your shoulder and his desire to continue his routine is stamped out. 

- Haldir holds you close, but is wide awake but will happily hold you while you drift off back to sleep, resting his eyes while you two lay there together. 

- If you don’t drift back off to sleep, Haldir will enjoy the groggy chatter that you indulge him in, giving you his thoughts in return. 

- In your lazy morning that you spend together, Haldir will eventually drag you out of bed, far to restless to continue laying there for so long, bringing you out to the kitchens.

- There he will begin to cook breakfast, and you re welcome to join him in cooking or you can be there just to keep him company, either way, Haldir will be happy to have your company alongside him. 

- When breakfast is made, he serves it to you with you both lounging on the couch so you can enjoy your breakfast together. 

- He takes the time to talk about the happenings of the world, especially if you are so secluded from them. 

- Haldir loves the way your face lights up, the way you ask him questions full of curiousity about what it is he has heard through out the realms. 

- He also takes the time to ask you about the things he might be missing out on when he isn’t there with you- things about your day, things you’ve heard throughout Lothlorien, the things you’ve done. 

- Haldir tries to be as involved as possible while you two lounge together and eat breakfast, even when your plates are empty he only brings you over to cuddle him while he listens to you talk about everything under the sun. 

- When the day finally starts where he can get up for the day, Haldir is hesitant to leave your side and ready for his day. 

- But greatly has he enjoyed the time that you two shared together and you will be finding yourself having lazy mornings far more often shared between the two of you. 

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[tamurilofrivendell]

The First Meeting || Tamuril & Haldir

꧁ A Heart of Stone prequel ꧂

summary: as simple as the title states, this is the very first time that Haldir and Tamuril meet, when she travels to Lothlórien with Arwen 

a/n: basically, I wanted to start writing out the past relationship between these two, so this will be part one. while a few chapters of HoS will have flashbacks, it won’t really be this in depth, I don’t think. also, they’re cute, so.

It was the beginning of summer when Tamuril and Arwen arrived in Lothlórien. Arwen was on one of her usual trips to stay with her grandparents, to spend time with her beloved mother’s side of the family, and Tamuril had tagged along for a little change of scenery. As much as she loved Rivendell, she was growing far too used to her routine and was steadily becoming more and more restless by the day. Elrond, seeing it, had decided that it would do her good to change things up a little, visit another realm, and Lothlórien had always sounded so pretty and Arwen always came back with such fond memories that Tamuril had not taken too much convincing.

Since her mother was killed by orcs when she was but a child and Lord Elrond had taken her under his wing, Tamuril had grown into a bright, joyful half-elven woman. She adored animals and had a keen interest in writing poetry, and in reading, often spending lots of time in the library with Elrond, who had become half father-figure, half friend to her over the years. Tamuril also loved music and she enjoying singing, her voice a thing of true beauty. Many dinners passed where Elrond would ask her to sing along with the harpists and she was always more than happy to oblige. Tamuril was always laughing and exploring the gardens. She was just happy.

The journey to Lothlórien had been longer than she had anticipated. Tamuril had not truly ever left the borders of Rivendell, leading quite a sheltered life there under Elrond’s care. Sure, she had wandered into the wilds with Elladan and Elrohir but they had still stayed rather close to the valley. Besides, there had never been much real reason for her to leave, even within the borders there was all the wildlife she could wish for and pockets of wilderness to explore. Tamuril had never needed to leave home.

Still, she was not without a sense of adventure and as much as the trip was longer and more winding than she would have imagained, the sense of wonder she felt at all these new sights outshone any exasperation or exhaustion she may have felt. The world was indeed wide and beautiful and she decided quite quickly that she was going to accompany Arwen on her trips to her grandparents realm as often as the other woman would have her.

When they finally reached the borders, they dismounted their horses and left them to linger in the grass. Tamuril was loath to leave Willow, her beloved mare, but the guards assured her that she would be quite safe and happy with the others, meandering around by the river and munching on grass.

The woods of Lothlórien were so beautiful and so quiet. Tamuril moved away from the group after one of the guards had ventured further into the forest to announce their presence (though they never needed to bother as eyes had seen them approach from miles back). She slipped behind a tree and ventured a little further into the wood.

“Tamuril!” Arwen’s voice followed her as the older she-elf came hurrying after her. “Come on, there will be plenty of time for exploration when we reach Caras Galadhon.”

“I just want to see!” Tamuril insisted, lifting her hands to the tree trunk, running her fingers across the bark. She smirked as she looked up high into the foliage and then she grabbed hold of one of the branches and began to swing herself upwards.

“Tamuril!” Arwen sighed, shaking her head. Sometimes Tamuril got ideas into her head and would simply not be swayed to give them up. Arwen crossed her arms, trying to look as stern as her father would when scolding her as a child, but she couldn’t hide her amusement as she watched the elf she had come to see as a sister.

Tamuril chuckled as she climbed higher, coming to stand on a high branch. “Míra (lovely).” She breathed, looking around at the view from up high. In the distance, she was pretty sure she saw some movement in other trees, higher up, but she was distracted suddenly.

“My Lady!” A voice from below called and Tamuril glanced down. She had expected to look upon the face of one of the Rivendell guards but instead her gaze locked with the eyes of a fair haired elven male whom she had never seen before. “I was not made aware that there would be a half-squirrel in the company arriving from Rivendell.”

Tamuril immediately started laughing and the elf below broke out into a wide smile as he looked back at her. “If you would please return your feet to the ground, we will be escorting you through the woods now.”

“Well then, good sir, please turn around while I do so.” Tamuril called back, tilting her head, an amused smile still tugging at her lips. “Or do you wish to stare up my skirts as I climb down?”

With a smirk, the elf below gave her a little raise of his eyebrows and then turned so he was facing away from her.

Tamuril chuckled again, reaching for the branches that had supported her ascent into the tree. However, climbing up turned out to be much easier than climbing down. What started well enough soon turned into a mishap as Tamuril quickly lost her footing. She cursed as she felt herself falling through air but before she had too long for the panic to truly set in, she was caught, strong arms catching her firmly by the waist and setting her safe and sound upon the grass.

Arwen had been standing off to the side watching the exchange with mild amusement but she had turned to converse with others in their party and greet the Lothlórien elves, satisfied that Tamuril was now safely reigned in. She turned back when she heard the commotion as Tamuril fell, her eyes wide as she hurried back over. “Gods, Tamuril! Are you alright?!”

Tamuril was stunned briefly, blinking back up at her saviour - the golden haired elf who had been teasing her beforehand. His reflexes had served him well enough to spin around and catch her before she could hurt herself.

“Tamuril.” He smiled, testing her name in his mouth. “Meeting you has been quite the event. I am Haldir.” He let go of her, inclining his head just slightly as he stepped back, before he turned away to address his men.

Tamuril watched him go, her face flushing just slightly before she tore her eyes away and turned, finally, back to Arwen. The other woman was standing with an amused look in her eyes as she regarded Tamuril.

“What?!” Tamuril gave her a gentle nudge, shaking her head.

“Nothing.” Arwen replied innocently, giving her a soft smile as she led Tamuril back to the group so they could begin the final journey through the trees.

The journey through the wood was relaxing and easy enough. They took one rest, where Tamuril was pretty sure that she kept feeling eyes on her. Once, she glanced up and caught Haldir’s head turning. His expression remained neutral but she could have sworn there was the faintest flush of colour to the tips of his ears. Then they were off again soon enough. Tamuril found herself enamoured with the scenery, quite unlike Rivendell, and when she first set her sights upon the heart of the realm, she could scarcely believe her eyes.

“Welcome, nitya rasillo (little squirrel)...” Haldir spoke again then, turning to glance at Tamuril with a smile as he took in her awe of the realm he so loved. “...to Caras Galadhon.”

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[from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras]

Three Weeks on the Nimrodel

Well, here it is. My first (and oldest) piece of fic. I'm going against my brand here by posting something set in Lorien when Rohan is really my jam. But this is the first thing I ever wrote, so it seems fitting that it should be the first posted, too.

Pairing: Haldir x reader (The reader is gender neutral beyond 2 uses of the descriptor "beautiful", which is still neutral to me but your mileage might vary.)

Genre: Romance, I guess

Summary: Two elves who are frequently misunderstood by others find the joy of having someone really see and value them for who they are.

Inspiration: This all came from the well loved gif above, in which Craig Parker does beautiful work communicating a whole emotional arc (surprise, confusion, acceptance, appreciation) when Aragorn unexpectedly shows Haldir some loving affection. In that half-second of screen time, I see an entire book of backstory about Haldir's character--about being someone who is very reserved by nature, who isn't necessarily comfortable freely expressing feelings and innermost thoughts, but who still feels deep emotional connections to others that can come out under the right circumstances. As a very reserved person myself, I can relate--if you tend to keep your thoughts and feelings close to the vest, people will make a lot of assumptions and judgments about you that probably aren't right, and that can be exhausting. When someone finally does understand you and allows you to be comfortable enough to open up on your own terms, it's a life changing experience. So that's what I tried to write.

Word count: approx 3200 (~ 6 pages)

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It is still early when you arrive in the center of Caras Galadhon, joining the crowd of elves waiting to find out where they will be posted for the next few weeks of guard duty. Most in the group are veteran marchwardens, deeply familiar with each other and the daily routine of life near the borders. By contrast, you are a city warden, often dedicated to the direct protection of the Lady of the Wood. But you have been asked to serve a temporary rotation on the borders while several of the regular marchwardens are away with Lord Celeborn on a visit to Mirkwood.

The change of pace is not unwelcome to you. While you love Caras Galadhon and are honored to spend time in the service of Lady Galadriel, you frequently find yourself craving distance from the city in favor of the quiet outlying areas, where it is easy to hear clear birdsong, the rustling steps of small animals scampering by, and the patter of light raindrops falling on mallorn leaves.

The crowd begins to murmur as the deputy captain appears and begins handing around sheets of paper with duty assignments. As the pages spread through the crowd, the murmurs turn to both sighs of disappointment and quiet expressions of satisfaction.

“All I want is to avoid the Nimrodel,” you overhear the elf next to you mutter to a friend of his. You recognize him as Calendil, who, like many of his companions, is well known for carousing around Caras Galadhon any time he is home on leave. As a group, the marchwardens are a boisterous company who seem always determined to pack several weeks of fun into the few days of free time they’ve been given. “Three weeks posted with the captain is more than can be asked of me.”

Your eyebrows shoot up in surprise at this mention of Captain Haldir. You know him a little–everyone in Lorien knows the leader of the marchwardens–and have never before heard a negative word uttered about him. Your path does not often cross with his, but you admire his impressive record of achievements and have never seen him treat another elf with anything but courteous respect.

“You speak truly,” replies Calendil’s companion. “I cannot spend so much time with someone who has so little to say. That much silence is enough to drive one a little mad.”

A wave of indignation rolls through your body. It is undeniably true that Haldir is very reserved. He says little that isn’t necessary to the conduct of his duties, and what he is truly thinking behind his large blue eyes is often a mystery. But that has never seemed a negative trait to you. Indeed, you appreciate that he does not talk simply for talk’s sake and that he does not seem concerned with always making his own opinions known. What’s more, you recognize a fair amount of his inherent reserve in your own nature. If you didn’t often force yourself to satisfy others’ expectations by taking on a more outgoing, sociable persona, perhaps your own wardens would describe you just as these elves have described their captain.

Calendil’s conversation comes to an abrupt end as a copy of the assignment sheet makes its way into his hands. Peering over his shoulder, you quickly find your own name allocated to a remote post near the edge of the Dimrill Dale. A glance further down the list confirms what you already know from the quiet groan that has just escaped from Calendil’s lips: he has been assigned to the Nimrodel post.

An idea quickly forms in your head, and you tap him on the shoulder. Why should he spend three weeks feeling miserable with his posting–and, no doubt, making anyone around him miserable as a result–when you have no particular attachment to your own assignment? Calendil can go to the Dimrill Dale, and you will spend your posting with Haldir instead.

“If such a trade is permitted within your ranks, I will gladly make the exchange,” you offer. “I have always loved the river. And I have no objection to the company of someone who takes his duty seriously and does not revel in idle chatter.”

Calendil’s face registers a moment of regret as he realizes that his prior conversation has been heard by others, but it is quickly replaced by a wide, beaming smile that reflects his rapid change of fortune. “It is permitted,” he says, “and I happily accept. Remind me the next time we are both on leave, and I will reward your generosity with some of my own!”

You doubt that whatever reward he has in mind will suit your inclinations, but there is no need to worry about that now. Calendil has already sprinted off toward the deputy captain to report the change, and you turn toward home to gather your supplies.

****

Two days later, you are approaching the Nimrodel post, which is located in a lovely old mallorn tree with twisted roots that hang over the river’s edge. You raise your hand to your lips and whistle the signal. The return call echoes off the trees before a slim rope ladder drops from the branches above you. You run lightly up the rungs, making easy work of the climb to the talan perched near the great tree’s crown, where it commands a wide view of the river and much of the western section of the border.

As you hoist yourself and your pack onto the platform, you look up to see a single figure standing a few feet away. It is Haldir, leaning against the wind screen with his bow slung loosely over his shoulder and his white-blonde hair blowing gently in the breeze.You are surprised to see him there alone; wardens generally keep watch in pairs or groups of three for safety. You are there to relieve Arthalion, who is due now to return home for a break, but there is no sign of Arthalion or his things.

“Mae govannen, Captain,” you say, placing your hand on your chest and bowing your head slightly. “Is everything well?”

Haldir returns the gesture with a small smile. “Yes. It has been blessedly uneventful. Perhaps it is the threat of the weather.”

This makes sense. Just last month, an orc party attempting a surprise attack during a thunderstorm found themselves nearly washed away by sudden flooding from the Celebrant. Since then, even the hint of rain has tended to keep them at bay.

“And Arthalion? Is he out on a task?”

Haldir shakes his head. “I sent him back early. You might have passed one another in the forest except that he planned to meet a small hunting party further north. As I said, things here were quiet, and he was anxious to join his friends.” He gives a small shrug and looks down. “I will do the same for you, if circumstances allow and you desire it. I do not wish to keep anyone from their enjoyments unless duty requires it.”

You permit yourself a brief moment to wonder what Haldir’s own enjoyments might be. You have heard that he is a talented artist, making detailed pencil sketches of the forest, but he does not often show his work to others.

“That is a thoughtful offer,” you say. “But I have no pressing need to return, and I would not have you out here alone, even if there is no other elf in Lorien better able to protect himself.”

He acknowledges this compliment with a modest smile and gestures toward a small shelf where you can store your belongings. His own are few in number but neatly stacked or folded with military precision. You note that he does, in fact, have a small bundle of pencils and a notebook, but, as expected, there is no sign of any actual drawings.

After stowing your things, you settle into a position opposite him on the talan, and a silence ensues. It is of no bother to you–you’re enjoying the smell of the damp air and the touch of the light wind on your face–but you soon notice that Haldir is looking increasingly discomfited as the quiet minutes slip by. His gaze shifts frequently between the horizon, his hands on his bow, and your face.

“Was…your journey here pleasant?” His face is studiously neutral, but his voice sounds strained and he picks at a splinter on his bow. You realize that he is trying to make conversation for your benefit, to fill in the noticeable silence with casual talk that clearly does not come easily to him. You feel a sudden rush of affection for him, this intensely quiet being who is making himself uncomfortable so that you will feel welcome. You wonder how best to put him at ease.

“It was very pleasant,” you reply. “I am so rarely outside of the city these days that any chance to enjoy the forest is a gift. I can understand why being a marchwarden is an attractive job, at least during times of relative peace.”

He looks up, reappraising your face, and nods his agreement.

You hesitate before speaking again, unsure about how directly to address his uneasiness.

“Captain,” you begin, “it sounds like we may have an uneventful tour here. If that is the case, please do not feel that you are obligated to occupy my time. I am quite comfortable with quiet activity and my own thoughts and would gladly afford you space for the same if that is something you wish.”

His cheeks and ears flush slightly but, despite his apparent embarrassment at being accurately perceived, he seems immediately relieved as well. “Thank you,” he says. “If you are as good a warden as you are a reader of people, I feel myself in safe hands indeed.”

The next several days pass by peacefully. Between occasional scouting trips up or down the riverbank and regularly monitoring the view from the talan, you mostly spend the time together in companionable silence. You take turns preparing simple meals, and during breaks in the intermittent rain you make minor repairs to nearby rope bridges and other hidden defenses in the area. In the evenings, you read a book by lantern light while Haldir sits next to his own lantern and sketches in his notebook, occasionally transferring completed drawings into a closed leather folio at his side. Every so often, you both glance up at the same time, and you give him a warm smile when your eyes meet before turning back to your respective pages.

*****

One evening, as you clean up the remains of your small dinner and take out your book again, Haldir lightly clears his throat.

“That book seems to engage you much,” he says. “May I ask what it is?”

Surprised, you hold it out to him, and he takes it, examining the cover and flipping through a few pages.

“I do not recognize this script,” he says, looking at it with curiosity.

“It is a representation of Rohirric,” you tell him. “My brother was a skilled linguist who passed on some small portion of his knowledge to me. He spent many months visiting a friend in the court at Edoras and helped them to start preserving some of their oral traditions with a system of letters. This is a copy of one of his first completed projects–the story of the founding of Rohan–which he sent to me as a gift.”

Haldir looks again with renewed interest at a few pages before handing the book back to you. “Your brother sounds like an impressive scholar,” he says. “Does he remain in Rohan?”

You hesitate slightly before responding. “In a way. Two years ago an orc band in search of horses raided a village near the Limlight while my brother happened to be visiting. They caught him and his hosts unaware. The Rohirrim buried his body in a place of honor with their people, though his spirit has surely gone to Mandos.”

You relate this with downcast eyes, tracing over your brother’s name on the cover of the book with your thumb. After a few moments, you look up again, expecting to see Haldir withdrawn from the conversation. You know that many elves are uncomfortable with death, which is an unnatural state for your kind, and there is nothing in your interactions so far to indicate that Haldir will want to continue such a personal discussion. You are surprised once again, however, to find that he is looking at you intently.

“I am deeply sorry,” he says. “Working as I do, I have known many elves who met a similar fate in battle, and it is never easy. My own brothers are a treasure to me, and I cannot imagine losing them. I hope I have not contributed to your suffering by unwittingly bringing up a painful subject.”

You blink back a few tears and smile. Through your sadness, you are moved by the warmth of his response and honored that he was willing to share something personal of himself. “Of course not,” you say. “Talking about my brother is one way to keep him with me. Thank you, Captain.” You reach forward and squeeze his hand. He flinches slightly at the unexpected touch, but then gently returns the squeeze.

“Please,” he says, “call me Haldir.”

*****

After that night, things are different between the two of you. You both speak more often, tentatively at first but then with increasing comfort. You trade stories about old adventures and talk about the joys and frustrations of your daily lives. You discover that he has much to say when he finally feels more at ease. He is even quite funny, with a dry wit that you did not expect but thoroughly enjoy. You walk together in the forest and rest your feet in the waters of the Nimrodel during the day, and in the evenings he asks you to read to him from your book. You happily relate tales of Cirion and Eorl and the coming of the Northmen to Calenardhon as he draws quietly, occasionally interjecting a question or a brief comment.

The time passes quickly and easily, and soon your rotation will be at an end. You realize there is a growing pain in your heart each time you think about your imminent departure. Your old life suddenly feels dull and uninteresting to you now. You do not want to go back to a time without his companionship. You debate whether to say this to him, but you cannot imagine how he might react to such a confession. Paralyzed by uncertainty, the last days of your assignment tick by.

On your final evening, you are preparing for one last opportunity to enjoy what has become your nightly routine. Just as he is about to settle with his notepad and folio, however, he notices your canteen is empty and insists on climbing down to fill it for you. As he reaches the ground and disappears over the riverbank, the wind changes direction and a sudden gust rips across the talan, flinging back the cover of the folio and sending papers flying out in all directions. You cry out in dismay and throw yourself desperately onto the pages whipping around you, seeking to hold them down long enough to gather them safely together.

It is only after you have retrieved all the loose pages and are preparing to neatly stack them that you first look at the drawings themselves and are stunned by what you see: beautiful illustrations of the stories you’ve been reading to him, the words of your brother’s book brought to vivid life in graceful pencil lines and delicate shading. You leaf through the stack in awed amazement only to nearly drop the whole pile again when you turn a page and find an image of yourself as you must look to him each night, sitting by your lantern with your book in your lap. You keep turning pages and find more of yourself…braiding your hair first thing in the morning, standing at the wind screen and scanning the horizon, unlacing your boots at the end of a day. Your breath catches in your throat as you absorb these images. You have never looked more beautiful than you do here, seen through his eyes.

A sudden noise behind you tears your attention from the papers in your hand, and you turn to find Haldir standing there. You are immediately overwhelmed by panic and begin to stammer out an explanation for how you came to be holding his personal things, violating his privacy. “I…the wind…they were blowing away and…”. Hot tears well up in your eyes and are soon spilling down your cheeks, partly from embarrassment at the situation but mostly as the feelings you’ve been keeping pent up threaten to come flooding out all at once. “I was not trying to…I…”. An involuntary sob robs you of the ability to finish your sentence, though you aren’t sure how you would have finished it had you been able.

At the sound of your sob, he moves forward, quickly closing the distance between you. He hesitantly cups a hand under your jaw and uses his thumb to brush a tear from your cheek. “Please do not cry,” he says. “I would not ever see you in pain if it were in my power to prevent it. I am not upset. These drawings were for you, for your book. You were meant to have them, except the last few, which I hoped to keep as a reminder of these days and how happy I have been.” Your eyes snap up to his face, searching for confirmation that you have correctly understood his words.

“You know that I am not much for talking,” he continues. “But I am a very good observer. I know that you see me for who I am, just as I see you. I see all of the ways that you are kind and interesting and intelligent and beautiful. I have no expectation that you return my feelings, and if all I ever have with you are these three weeks then I will cherish the memory of these weeks through all the long ages of my life. But I would….”

Before he can complete his thought, your body reacts on its own impulse, a pure release of elation. You throw your arms around his neck and bury your face in his broad chest, still crying but now with tears of joy. You hear a sharp intake of breath as he processes your reaction, and for a fraction of a moment he stands motionless and silent before breaking into a smile and wrapping you in his arms. You could live in those arms forever, and now perhaps you will.

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Reunited - Haldir X Fem!Reader

Oneshot, word count: 828 Warnings: steam

Your eyes fluttered open to the soft morning light warming your face through the window. Outside, the woods of Lothlorien were waking with the sunrise. You stretched, ready to shake off another night of restless sleep in an empty bed without him. 

It had been months since Haldir had left at Lady Galadriel’s command, riding at the head of five hundred elven warriors to the defense of Rohan. Each passing day took you further from his memory and dimmed the possibility of reunion. A tender bruise was forming on your heart as, moment by moment, the reality of Haldir’s death pressed in on you. 

Eager to rid yourself of the weighty grief that waited for you in the empty bed, you threw off the covers. The cool air chilled you, raising goose pimples on your arms and legs. You reached for the fur-lined robe that Haldir had gifted you on your wedding night - the nights in Lorien are cooler than those of Rivendell, he’d told you - and wrapped it around you. You let your mind briefly imagine it was his arms snaking around your waist, not the sash of the robe, but quickly extinguished the image when that aching bruise in your chest blossomed with pain. 

You took a breath in, steeling yourself for another day. You didn’t let yourself hope for his return any longer; now, you hoped more for another day without news of his death. 

“Come back to bed, my love. There’s a chill without you.”

You froze, every muscle in your body rigid and brittle as if you’d been turned to glass. The breath in your lungs evaporated, leaving your chest feeling treacherously close to caving in on itself. Not real, not real, not real.

When you felt a hand - warm, broad, and strong - grip your waist, your emotions broke out of their dam with a roar. Tears sprang to your eyes in an instant, your body racked with sobs as you buried your face in your hands. Real, real, real.

“Ssh, ssh my love.” Haldir sat up behind you as you pulled the hair off one side of your neck before encircling you with his arms. You whimpered when you felt the warmth of his chest and torso against your back, the soft breeze of his breath on your neck. 

“Haldir.” Your voice cracked on his name as you gripped his arms, tightening his embrace around you as if he were the only thing keeping you from shattering. 

“I must admit, this is not the joyful homecoming that kept me lying awake at night for the last seven months.” His tone was light and playful, and he pressed a few kisses to the soft skin where your neck met your shoulder. 

Something shifted in that moment, and the second wave of repressed emotions leapt through the barriers you’d carefully constructed around them since the moment you’d said goodbye to him. Despite the tears swimming in your eyes, you laughed as you twisted to face him. 

“Haldir,” you said again, cradling his handsome face in your arms. He looked just as you remembered him, although you didn’t miss the pale stripe of a new scar stretching from his cheek down across his jawline and onto his throat. Instinctively, you ran a thumb along the scar. Haldir closed his eyes, nuzzling into your hand and breathing in deeply. 

“Is it really you?” It was the only question you were able to ask. The only one that mattered.

He opened his eyes, his gaze meeting yours where it burned with an intensity you hadn’t realized you’d forgotten. You melted beneath it, your skin tingling and your heart pirouetting in your chest. He didn’t need to say anything for you to hear his answer: yes, it is really me. 

“It’s really me,” he replied simply, his hands traveling up your back and pulling you tightly against him as if trying to melt away the skin and muscle and bones that separated your two souls. Your hands danced over his face, his jaw, his lips, his hair. Reacquainting themselves with the angles, hollows, and grooves of the man whose image was imprinted on the inside of your heart.

The moment was close to yielding to the needs of two bodies alight with heat and love, but for another few breaths, you let yourself soften into the warmth of the reunion. His forehead connected with yours and you took a synchronized inhale. Around you, the sun bathed the forest in early morning light and the birds sang. The sunlight felt stronger and the birdsong sweeter, but you knew that was just because your heart was once again open to beautiful things now that it was healed.

“About damn time,” you whispered after a few moments. Haldir chuckled wickedly, the sound sending flames dancing up your spine and a molten coil of desire churning in your core as he guided you down onto the bed for a proper welcome home…

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[mirkwoodshewolf]

IATCOD Chap. 25; The siege continues

*Author's note*

So confession time, I've had this chapter done for about a week or so but I wanted to rework some things because I've got a double update for you guys today. Now this was probably my fav. chapter to write bc I absolutely LOVE the battle of Pelennor fields scene, and I wanted to do it justice through Cain's POV. So I'll stop typing and let you guys get to reading :)

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*Cain’s POV*

After our departure from Dunharrow we rode on till midday where Eomer and some other Rohirrim members went to meet with some scouts who went ahead towards Gondor to inform us about the severity of the White city.  From what I heard, it wasn’t looking good.  Orcs taking over the capital city of Osgiliath, the walls overrun with orcs, and all nine Nazgul raining down their terror upon their fellbeasts.

Suddenly my ears picked up a piercing scream.  I tensed inward as my face contorted into pain.  The screams were getting louder and louder until all that was left was this piercing ringing sound.

“Lord Cain?” I heard Gamling say my name in concern.  However his voice sounded muffled while some sounds like the horses huffing and eating sounded normal.  “Are you alright?”

“I-fine I’m-I’m fine.” I assured him as I stood up and walked over to Wysteria and felt around for my waterskin.  Things seemed to return to normal as I drank my water but then suddenly there was silence.  Absolutely silence.  I couldn’t hear anything, no wind, no voices, not even the sound of Wysteria’s heartbeat.  My body froze as my tastebuds were suddenly enhanced further than they’ve ever been before.  The taste of cooper and iron suddenly came across my upper lip, I knew the taste anywhere.  Blood.

I raised my hand and my sense of touch had picked up the feel of blood running down my nose.  My heart raced as now my hearing had finally been taken from me.  How was this even possible? And more importantly how long would it last?  I felt someone touch me and in fear I twisted the man’s arm before kicking them to the ground.

As I too collapsed to the ground, I felt through my hands the thundering sound of something surrounding me.  But without my eyes I couldn’t see just what or who was making that sound, and now without my hearing I—I can’t tell what is going on around me.  The only thing I really could do was scream as loud as I could until I was able to hear something.

*3rd Person POV*

Gamling quickly raced back towards Theoden and called out to him.

“My king, something’s wrong with Lord Cain!” Before Theoden could ask, Cain’s screaming was soon heard throughout the entire platoon.  He, Gamling, Eomer and the other leading captains raced towards Cain to see him lying on the floor on his back, screaming as loudly as he could.  His mare Wysteria was going frantic, not out of fear but she wasn’t allowing anyone to come near Cain.

She circled around him, stomping her hooves and rearing towards anyone who came near snarling and neighing protectively.

“What happened to him Gamling?” asked Theoden.

“I don’t know sire. He just—froze in his spot holding his ears in pain. He told me he was fine until one of our soldiers tried to grab him and he nearly broke his arm off.”

“There’s no point in going near him his mare won’t let anyone near him. I’ve seen this only once before with Brego and my son long ago. We’ll have to wait it out. Hopefully Lord Cain will come to his senses.” Theoden said.  That being said, Gamling ordered every man to not go anywhere near Lord Cain and to steer clear of Wysteria’s protective barrier she was making around him.

In the back of the crowd, Merry and Eowyn looked at each other worriedly, Merry most of all.  Eowyn wrapped an arm around the young halfling in assurance that Cain would somehow pull through.

After a few minutes, Lord Cain finally became calmer as he now just laid there on the grass, his hands resting over his stomach as he took calming, deep breaths.  Meditating and focusing on his breathing, Wysteria still circling around him.

*Cain’s POV*

After screaming didn’t help, all I could do now is do what Ajak taught me shortly after I had been resurrected and had lost my sight.  Whenever my senses became too heightened or the world became too much for my darkened eyes to take, she taught me how to focus my breathing and find peace within me.

I took deep, calming breaths and remained still.  After awhile the silence around me soon turned to muffled conversations until finally I heard Eomer say.

“How long do we have to wait?”

“Not anymore.” I spoke up.  I soon heard the sound of every man’s heartbeat that surrounded me pick up.  I then heard Wysteria’s hooves walk closer to me and she lowered her head nickering softly as I felt her warm breath at my face.  “I’m okay girl, thank you.” She knelt down softly whinnying and I reached out to her and allowed her to help me stand up.

“What happened Cain?” I heard Theoden ask me.

“The Celestial roar.” I answered.

“The what?”

“The Celestial roar. It’s not necessarily a power, but in pure, raw rage, a Celestial can let out a scream so loud and so thunderous, it is said to make the Misty Mountains themselves tremor. Only few Celestials in history have ever done such a scream, most of them being from Thena’s side. Something must’ve happened in Gondor to allow Hela to roar like that. Something bad, and I fear it’s not because of the city falling.”

“Lord Cain I must ask this, are you able to still fight? Or even ride?” Theoden asked to which I immediately responded.

“Yes. I know what all of you must be thinking, and I sincerely apologize to whoever it was that I hurt. But I am still able to fight and ride.” Theoden remained silent for awhile until he said to me.

“Very well. But if you should have an outburst like that again, I will have no choice but to order you to return to Dunharrow and recover under my niece’s care.” Little does he know that his niece is closer than he thinks.

“Yes my lord. Again I severely apologize for making everyone worry and for delaying our trip to Gondor.”

“We ride through the night.” Theoden told me.  “Sound the call!” I then heard the horns of the mark sound off and Wysteria nudged her face into my chest.  I patted her nose and got onto her back and soon we all rode in full gallop, long through the night and day without rest until we would reach the white city.

*My POV*

I had hoped I’d never even get within 20 feet of this place.  Ever since the Witch King took over this place, it brewed an aura so foul and evil, it made me tremble in fear at the mere mention of it’s name.  Now Haldir was inside this horrible place, who knows what tortures those council members have already done to him.

I took a deep breath and exhaled before finally taking that first step across the bridge and came to the doors.  Using Thena’s strength, I kicked the doors opened and it was so quiet.  No orc guards, no Nazgul, not even the torches were lit.

“Show yourselves cowards.” I hissed lowly.  I looked around as I summoned Aeglos to my hand and slowly walked further into Minas Morgul.  Already the dark magic of this place was starting to affect my mind as I heard the dark chants of not only the lost souls who had been trapped here after the fall of Minas Ithil, but also the Witch King himself.

Perfecting his dark incantations he’d use in battle long ago before his fall in Angmar.

“So, you’ve come at last.” I heard Deimos’ voice echo through the darkness.  “I was beginning to think you were too weak to come here to this place.”

“Why hide in the shadows like a snake in the grass?” I said looking around in every direction to where he could be hiding.

“We have nothing to hide.” Nergal’s voice soon spoke up.

“Then show yourselves.” I sneered.

“To find us, follow the cold shiver running down your spine, and the cold spots that cling to the back of your neck.” Nergal said, almost mocking me.  Then all went silent once again.

I slowly walked further into the fortress until I came to the stairs that led up to the watch tower.  Like Nergal said, I felt a cold spot as my breath suddenly became visible and I felt the hairs on the back of my neck begin to stand up.  A shiver of fear ran up my spine as I made the climb up the stairs.  Finally I made it to the top level of the tower and I was horrified at what I saw.

Haldir lay there on his back unconscious and surrounding him looked to be the same symbol that I had seen branded on Théodred’s soul when he came as a hybrid Deviant back at Helm’s Deep.

“Haldir.” I quickly raced over to him and was shocked to see that his entire body had been cut with what almost appeared to be a thousand knives no not knives, they were too shallow to be knife wounds, thread? But how could thread do something like this? “Haldir? Haldir? Come back to me.”

He remained still, like he was in a deep sleep.  I pressed my lips to his forehead and remained there for a solid minute until I felt him awake choking and gasping for air.  His eyes (for the first time) showed true, blind fear as he frantically looked around.

“Hey, hey, hey look at me. Look right at me Haldir. It’s me, it’s Hela.”

“Hela….” He croaked.  His voice completely parched from lack of water.  “Y-you sho…..”

“Shhh, save your strength.” I whispered to him.  “I’m here to get you out. Can you stand?”

“Trap…..”

“What?”

“Trap……it’s a trap! They—they’re after you. They—AHHH!!!” suddenly Haldir’s body contorted itself inward before he was lifted into the air.

“Don’t you just hate it when puppets don’t do what they’re told?” I growled and summoned a whip and captured Nergal by the waist.

“Whatever spell you have him under release him now or I’ll have your bones crushed underneath this whip!”

“The smell of rage, yes. Almost as pleasant as the smell of fear.” Deimos soon came out from the darkness to my right.  Another pair of footsteps soon followed and there stood Perses just a few feet in front of me.

“That is a rush isn’t it? Knowing you have someone’s life under your will.” Perses spoke with a growl to his voice.  It was almost as chilling as Sauron’s voice itself.

“What do you want with me? And why bring Haldir into this? If you wanted me you should’ve come for me directly and left him out of this!” I snarled at Perses.

“Then you wouldn’t have felt what you’re feeling now. Can’t you feel it Hela? The power you had unleashed when you found out about your precious Elfling being brought here. The rage, the anger, it fueled you did it not? We heard it ourselves. The Celestial roar.”

“So what? You want it? Hate to tell you it’s not really a power that can be taken by any means.”

“No, you misunderstand me Hela. Much like you misunderstand why you and your kin were brought to Middle Earth.”

“What?”

“I’ve seen how she’s trapped you. Fighting the Valar’s ‘holy, moral mission’. Bringing peace to Middle Earth and guiding it’s new comers to a better world. That’s not the mission of the Celestials, let alone the mission of the Celestial of Death.”

“And what would you know of why I was brought here? You don’t know anything about me!”

“Don’t we?” Deimos said.

“Middle Earth doesn’t need you to save them, they don’t deserve your help!” Nergal said.  “What you are is not a curse, it’s a gift.”

“You three don’t know what you’re talking about.” I tried to ignore them and redirect the conversation elsewhere but Perses soon spoke again in that haunting grovel of his voice.

“I myself have watched you from behind Denethor’s cowardly eyes. Struggling to have everything you want. While the world makes you choose. Celestials don’t have to choose, we take.” Not wanting to hear another word, I threw Aeglos straight at Perses and saw as it pierced right through his chest but it had no effect on him.

A sadistic smile came across his face as his eyes grew wide and glowed pure white and his hands began to glow white and he fired a powerful magical blast right at me.  I summoned a Celestial shield to block it and I soon saw Deimos’ hands glow red as he began to fire at my other side.  I summoned another shield but together both of their blasts were too powerful for me to hold back.

Soon I had no choice but to disband the shields but using Makkari’s speed I got out of the way as their blasts hit each other creating an explosion of white and red.  I then saw as Nergal began twisting his hands around (much like my water elemental sisters did) and saw Haldir land to the ground on his feet, his hands going straight to his belt as he was forced to draw out his sword.

Against his will, he came at me swishing and slicing his sword frantically.  I dodged each of his attacks before flipping over him and used Makkari’s ability to chi-block.  Hitting each of Haldir’s pressure points hurt me but I had no other choice.

‘I’m sorry Haldir.’ I signed to him.

“You did what you had to do.” I felt the vibrations of his voice say.  Suddenly my arm began to twist backwards before it was pulled behind me.  I gripped my arm but I couldn’t bring it down, then I felt myself being forced to stand fully erect like a guard of the Watch tower.  I soon felt myself being lifted into the air and slowly being turned around to face Nergal.

“You should’ve learned this technique before you faced us. It’s impossible to fight your way out of my grip. I now control every muscle, even your very soul is mine to command.” With a twist of his hands and arms, I was jerked to the right before I felt my feet sliding across the floor towards the left only to feel both my arms being thrown behind my back to stop me.

My body contorting, almost spasming as I felt my entire body crumble then go erect before crumbling again.  Until finally I was forced down on my knees, tears falling down my face in pain.  In the pain, I was forced to let go of Makkari’s powers and I pleaded with Nergal.

“Stop……please.” Nergal only cackled at the sight of my agony.  But then through the pain, I felt this rush of power surging through me.  I breathed sharply through my pain as I used the magic that surrounded me.  I slowly stood on my feet and said, “You’ve underestimated me Nergal. You, Deimos and Perses all underestimated me. I am not the same Celestial of Death I once was, and technique is useless on me!”

Using my own Celestial magic, I drew in some of the dark power from this very fortress and converted it to my own personal brand of Celestial of Death magic and fired it at Nergal.  He took the beam and redirected it back towards me as well as drew in dark power from the fortress as well and all three beams of magic combined into one as it headed straight for me.

I took a strong front stance and did a palm-heel strike at the beam which dispersed and scattered around the fortress like millions of fireflies.  Nergal was shocked at what I had done then using Makkari’s speed I slammed right into him and repeatedly came at him punching and kicking him into the wall until he was all but unconscious.  A gleam soon caught my attention and I took his left wrist to see a vial with both a red and watery speck within.

The vial was what one of the Blue Wizards called a voodoo vial.  If someone’s blood or any form of fluid got into this vial, the magic bearer could control said person using their own fluids against them.  Nergal must’ve used both Haldir’s blood and the sweat from my armor after the battle of Osgiliath and put it into this vial.

But how he got it was the question, these vials hadn’t been seen since the Blue Wizards vanished from Middle Earth.  I tucked it away so that Nergal couldn’t use it again before racing back to Haldir.  I helped him up dropping Makkari’s powers and said to him.

“I’m sorry again about what I did earlier.”

“And as I said, you did what you had to do. I probably would’ve done the same thing.” I smiled softly and got us back towards the stairway and we tried to get out as fast as we could.

Once we had reached the main level, a powerful blast was shot behind us which threw both Haldir and I off our feet.  We both turned to see Perses and Deimos levitating above us.

“Haldir, run.”

“But Hela—”

“This is not up for debate, you’ve already been in this foul place long enough, I refuse to allow you to stay another second here!”

“My, my how adorable they are. Seems ashamed we’ll have to tear you both apart. Limb from limb.” Deimos mocked with a sadistic grin on his face.

“Haldir please. Just get out of here!”

“I won’t leave you to fight them alone!” Valar above Haldir don’t make me do this! I took the vial and thought my command.  Soon Haldir stood up, his eyes widened in shock.

“Go.” Then he turned and against his will, he ran out of Minas Morgul leaving me to fend off both Deimos and Perses.

“Such a noble cause, but he won’t get far.” Perses said to me monotonous, almost devoid of any feeling.

“If either of you want him, you’ll have to kill me first.” I summoned Aeglos back to my hand as well as used Kingo’s power to summon a cosmic energy ball.  Deimos soon summoned out his two sickles flipping the blades together making a clanking sound.

“I’m going to enjoy this.” He said lustfully.  Then the three of us charged at each other.

The battle lasted throughout the night, by the end Minas Morgul was left with various openings and cracks within its structure.  As we stood upon the highest tower once more, I was panting and breathing heavily, my body bleeding and bruised whilst both Perses and Deimos barely had a scratch on them.

How were they able to get by with barely a scratch?! They couldn’t be normal mages or sorcerers so just who or what were these men? Suddenly I became overwhelmed with the crying voices of the people of Gondor.  Hearing their heartbeats beat their last beat or feel the souls leaving their bodies as they were being slaughtered like pigs.

“Ohhh that is a delicious scent. Death. Feeling the souls of the departed and their blood pour out.” Deimos said taking a deep inhale before exhaling in pleasure.  His eyes seemed to glow redder as he slid his sickles across the ground and walked towards me.

“You’re even viler than Azog himself.” I muttered.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” Deimos mocked.  I charged at them again but they quickly disbanded and took to the air.  I fired at Deimos using Kingo’s cosmic arrows firing them one after the other when I felt Perses coming at me from behind.  I quickly ducked his punch and went to punch him but he grabbed my wrist in his hand.

“Strong enough to have it all,” he then kneed me in the gut which knocked the wind out of me.  “Too weak to take it!” he then kicked me in the face sending me across the tower but I got back into a low crouching stance.  I then used the peaks of the tower to run up and capture Perses with my legs (a technique favored by Thena and Makkari).

I used my monetium to pin him to the wall and with as much force as I could I began punching Perses in the face repeatedly.  But what frightened me was that with each punch, he kept turning his head back towards me, a wicked smile spreading across his face almost as if he were enjoying it.  As he cackled I cried out and punched him harder even elbowing him straight down on the head.  But Perses held me by the back before finally slamming me down through the roof of the tower sending me falling straight back to the same room where I had found Haldir.

I groaned and coughed up some blood as I tried to pick myself off the ground.  I then felt a foot on my back and saw as a sickle came at my throat.

“I say it’s time we put an end to this little game of ours.” Deimos said to me.  Just as I felt the blade start to touch my neck, a horn was heard in the distance.  A horn that I knew all too well.  “Impossible!” Deimos growled and I let out a laugh.

“They’ve come.”

*Cain’s POV*

With the sound of the Horn of the Mark echoing through the sun’s rising in the East, we had finally arrived at Gondor open fields.  Our horses neighing and whinnying as we marched over the Pelennor fields and looked down upon Gondor.

Even though I couldn’t physically see the destruction that lay before us, I could easily compare it to one other city that had been this badly attacked.  The night Gondolin was attacked.  The fire, the panicked screams of the people, the smell of decaying flesh, it all came back to me as we stood upon the hill.

The haunting chants of the number of orcs that stood before the walls of the White city were probably the greatest I had ever felt in my lifetime.  Sauron was willing to take no chances to allow the city of Kings to remain standing.

Wysteria nickered and stamped her hooves nervously, and I could pick up the fear coming from Merry deep within the armies.  I patted Wysteria’s neck comfortingly and whispered to her.

“Steady girl, steady.” ‘You too Merry. This is what true war is like, but if you remember your training, you may yet survive this.’ I soon sent a telepathic message to Merry.

“Form ranks you maggots! Form ranks. Pikes in front, archers behind!” I heard a general orc command his army.  I heard as the orc armies got into position and I tightened my grip on Wysteria’s reins.  I then heard the thundering hooves of Theoden’s horse Snowmane and he gave out the orders.

“Eomer, take your eored down the left flank.”

“Flank ready!” Eomer called out to his section of the army.

“Gamling, follow the king’s banner down the center. Grimbold, take your company right after you’ve passed the wall. Forth, and fear no darkness!” The two men got into position and soon Theoden stopped before me and Wysteria, “Master Cain, you ride with me at my side. Together we lead our men to battle!” I nodded and urged Wysteria to follow Snowmane as Theoden proclaimed to one and all of his riders, pacing across the entire army of Rohan.  “Arise, arise, Riders of Theoden! Spears shall be shaken, shields shall be splintered. A sword-day, a red day, ere the sun rises!”

The riders lowered their spears and I heard the orcs wielding their pikes get into full position crouching down with their pikes standing outward.  Snowmane soon rode onward and I urged Wysteria behind him, Theoden’s sword clanking with each spear as he gave his men the courage to ride forth into battle and death.

“Ride now! RIDE NOW! RIDE! RIDE FOR RUIN AND THE WORLD’S ENDING!!” When Theoden stopped at the middle of the army to lead us onward, he proclaimed out for one and all to hear, his sword raised. “DEATH!!”

“DEATH!” the men echoed back raising their own weapons.

“DEATH!” I then cried out.

“DEATH!” the men echoed back, accepting me as their Celestial General as they and their ancestors had done for Hela so long ago.

“DEATH!!!!” Both Theoden and I cried out once more and this time the riders, Merry and Eowyn echoed back death so loudly, the sun fully rose behind us.  Lighting up the darkness that had befallen Gondor and giving their people back their hope.

“FORTH EORLINGAS!” Theoden proclaimed as the Horns of the Mark pierced the dawning sky.  And with the final horn call, Theoden and I lead the charge as the riders all yelled and cried out a battle cry, I could swear it would’ve rivaled a Celestial’s roar.

Wysteria went from a slow trot to a run and finally a full on gallop.  I gripped my axe in my hand as I urged her to go faster.  My confidence urging her onward as she neighed fiercely.  I soon heard the orc general proclaim the archers to fire and the sound of whizzing arrows filled the skies, and the sound of horses tripping and falling as well as men being taken down off their horses.

But we did not stop.  We kept charging towards the orc armies head on.  As Theoden let out the full command to charge, I could already hear the shift in the air from the orcs.  More arrows continued to come down at us, but even the orcs soon realized that we weren’t retreating, they became shocked, nay frightened.

I raised my axe into the air and proclaimed out to Gamling and the rest of the men at the center.

“CHARGE!!!” The sound of the orcs’ heartbeats beated furiously with fear and some even started to retreat back but it was too late.

Like a tidal wave crashing down, the horses ploughed through the orcs like they were nothing.  I sliced every orc that was within range, relieving them of their heads or slicing their necks open.  Wysteria rammed down each orc and made sure to trample over each one she had knocked down as we continued to charge deeper within the ranks of the orc armies.

Rohan had come to Gondor’s aid, and the old Alliances of Men was finally reforged.

Swords clashed, spears broke, shields splintered, just as Theoden said but we managed to slay most of the front lines of orcs and free the gate of any orcs that tried to enter the city.

I beheaded two orcs one after the other before coming across another orc who tried to come at Wysteria.  I grabbed his spear and headbutted him before using his own spear to stab him through the heart.  Wysteria reared as she kicked another orc that came near us before riding onward.

“Drive them to the river!” I could hear Eomer’s voice call out and his men did as they told.  The orcs quickly retreating as Theoden proclaimed.

“Make safe the city!” that’s when a deep rumble was heard.  I knew I was the only one who could hear it because the Riders had yet to notice what was coming.  I knew those deep, thunderous footsteps well and just the smell of them coming I knew who was now here.

“Find Theoden Wysteria. Hyah!” she rode onward but it was too late.  Soon the fighting stopped as the sound of chants echoed through the plains.  The deep bellowing horn and the chants of the Men now became clear.

The Haradrim had come.

The spiked heartbeats of the men around me grew in fear as they now looked upon the beasts that stood before them.  The Mumakil or as my kin called them once Oliphaunts.  Long ago, the Celestials once bred them for helping to build our great castles and removing dead trees to make room for new ones.

But shortly after the Deviants destroyed our home, they had been scattered and found themselves into the hands of people of Harad.  Nowadays they bred the Oliphaunts as war-beasts.  Which soon earned them their new name, Mumakil.

Wysteria nickered and paced fearfully.  I patted her neck and urged her to find Theoden once more.  She huffed but obeyed my command.

“Reform the line! Reform the line!” I heard Theoden’s voice proclaim.  What no! Theoden you can’t lead these men in a direct attack against these Mumakil, you’ll be slaughtered!  The Oliphants’ soon roared out furiously as they now began to charge.

“THEODEN! THEODEN WAIT!” I cried out as I rode towards him but it was too late.

“Sound the charge! Take them head on! Charge!”

“NOOO!!” I cried out but my voice was drowned out with the Horn of the Mark and the cries of the Men as they charged head on towards the Haradrim soldiers.

Within seconds, the sound of horses being flung through the air, men falling to their deaths at great heights, and giant hooves squashing both men and horses bones were all I could hear.  Arrows whizzing from both Haradrim and Rohirrim soldiers silenced any and all (but I could mostly hear the Rohirrim being slaughtered).

I growled and urged Wysteria forward and as I got closer I advised to them.

“NOT THE BEASTS! TAKE DOWN THE RIDERS! AIM FOR THE HEAD RIDER! EOMER!! TAKE DOWN THE LEAD RIDER! BRING HIM DOWN!!” Eomer’s head turned to me and I felt him grip his spear tightly as I heard a Mumakil coming right towards him.  He waited and waited for the right time to strike, then he let out a grunt as he threw his spear straight at the lead rider bringing him down.

By killing the lead rider, you force the Mumakil to go wherever they go.  And since this one was now dangling dead to the right, the Mumakil he was controlling was forced to go right, straight into another Mumakil bringing them both down.  I rode to Eomer and told him.

“Nice throw.”

“Thank you.”

“Tell your men to either aim for the riders, the head or their lower legs and ankles with your swords and spears. Their skin is too think to use arrows anywhere else.”

“I take you’ve dealt with these soldiers before?” he asked.

“Unfortunately yes. Haradrim soldiers, they’re twisted, vile, and kill for the pleasure of it. If I had to say whose worse orcs or them, you’d be surprised to say I’d rather take my chances with the orcs before these men.”

“Thank you for the advice Lord Cain.” I nodded then urged Wysteria onward to find Theoden.  Taking my advice, I heard Eomer command the men to fire their arrows where I had told them to.  One Mumakil was getting ambushed on all sides having arrow after arrow being fired at him.  He reared up taking down some of the men before a spear to the leg finally brought him down and finally give the men enough fire power to kill him.

It was sad to see these once innocent creatures now being used for war but I couldn’t let it interfere with my part in the war.  I urged Wysteria onward and used my axe and orc spear to cut one Mumakil at the ankles which brought it down.

I then used the orc spear to take down one of the archers before he had a chance to take either me or Wysteria down.  I then heard Eowyn’s voice calling out for Merry in a panic.  No! What happened!

“Hyah!” I kicked Wysteria’s sides and she raced onward.  I followed Eowyn’s heartbeat and soon tracked her near Theoden who was surrounded by orcs.  But her love for her uncle fueled her fire to fight and defend him in battle.  That’s when I heard the sound of coughing nearby and the familiar choked grunts of Merry.  “Come on Wysteria! Ha!”

She raced ahead and I soon picked up Merry’s racing heartbeat and his labored breathing.  Surrounding him were three Haradrim Soldiers.  Two of which had him held prisoner, while the third was ready to behead him.  I urged Wysteria on and she raced ahead before rearing up and kicked the Haradrim soldier holding Merry by the neck hard in the head, breaking his neck.

I then sliced one of the soldiers holding Merry across the face before twirling it and threw it at the other one, silencing him.

“Master Cain!” I got off Wysteria and knelt down in front of him, cupping his face.

“Are you alright?”

“I am, thanks to you.” I sighed in relief and embraced the young hobbit tightly. 

I was forced to live with the fact that I had allowed Hela to be tortured by the Haradrim soldiers for an entire day just because I couldn’t allow anyone to see how a blind man could fight.  I refused to allow anyone else I care about fall victim to these vile men ever again.

“Are you okay?” I sniffled softly and separated from him and said.

“Yes. Now that I know you are.”

“I remembered what you taught me, but they came out of nowhere from the orcs that also came by to take advantage of me.”

“As I said, they’re clever but they also fight dirty. Come.” I took back my axe and whipped the blood off of it and put Merry on top of Wysteria and got on her back just behind Merry.  “Let’s finish this, Hyah!” together Merry and I rode into battle slaughtering any stray Haradrim soldier that came at us or aiding the men who needed help.

Suddenly a piercing screech filled the air which made me clench my ears in agony.  Wysteria reared in such a panic, she had bucked both Merry and I off her back.  I soon heard the growls of a fellbeast and the crunching of horse’s bones before hearing the cracks of Theoden’s lower back snapping in two.  With an injury like that, even if he did somehow survive, he’d never be able to walk again.

“What happened Master Cain? Why did you horse do that?”

“The Witch King. He is here, and he means to kill Theoden.” I then heard his haunting voice say.

‘Feast on his flesh.’ But then a heartbeat filled with both fear and anger stepped forward and I heard Eowyn say.

“I will kill you if you touch him!”

‘Do not come between the Nazgul and his prey.’

“No, Eowyn what are you doing?”

“Lady Eowyn is there? Facing that thing? I have to help her!”

“Merry no! You can’t. No man can beat the Witch King of Angmar. He’s too powerful.” I gripped his arm before he could run off.

“But I’m no man, I’m a hobbit. Please Master Cain, I have to help Lady Eowyn. She’s helped me just as much as you have. I’d never forgive myself if I let her die when I know I could’ve helped.” I looked at the halfling and nodded.  I released his arm and told him.

“I’ll cover you.” He quickly embraced me before racing off to find Lady Eowyn.  Any man or orc that set their eyes on Merry, I slaughtered them where they stood.  Until finally the evil aura of the Witch King was so close, I couldn’t take another step out of fear.

With no other choice I turned and ran the opposite way, hoping Merry would be alright.  That’s when I felt a strong spiritual wave overcome the fields of Pelennor.  The same ghostly presence I had felt back at Dunharrow just days ago.  They did it! Aragorn and them succeeded in bringing the Army of the dead to help aid us.  Knowing the dead cant be killed nor have anything else to die for, the armies of Sauron were doomed far worse than ever before.

I slayed a few Haradrim soldiers and as I was crossing blades with another one, our strengths equally matched until he headbutted me and sliced at my leg through my disorientation.  But before he could deliver the finishing blow, Wysteria came and kicked the soldier in the chest cracking his ribs and then trampled his face in.

She came up to me and helped me stand back up.  I patted her neck as I slowly got on her back once more praising her on saving my life once more.  She whinnied and charged onward while I beheaded or cut the throats of any enemy that came near us.  But as I relieved two orcs of their heads, three arrows whizzed and Wysteria suddenly collapsed rolling forward neighing in pain, sending me off her back and down in a crouch position, my axe held close to my chest.

I heard the heartbeats of six Haradrim soldiers surrounding me and I took out my small dagger kept behind my boot and with grace and agility, I sliced through each of their necks, ending their worthless lives before turning back to Wysteria.  I knelt down beside her and could hear her heartbeat starting to slow and her breathing was labored.

Tears filled my eyes as I stroked her neck and pressed my head to hers.

“You were very brave Wysteria. So very brave, and I am honored to called you my faithful steed. You can rest now. Be at peace wild mare of Rohan.” She nickered softly once more before her heart went still and her breathing stopped.  I kissed her muzzle and stroked her neck once more.

I wish I had more time to grieve but the battle still needed to be fought.  I ran away from Wysteria and continued fighting on foot, cutting down any enemy forces that came my way until I came across a few familiar heartbeats that I knew had come with the army of the dead.  I sliced off an orc’s head and proclaimed.

“Aragorn!” I heard him chuckle as the two of us came together and embraced each other.  “Glad to see your mission was a success.”

“Glad to see you’re still in one peace. Not that I doubted from Hela’s older brother.” We both chuckled.

“Hate to say you were wrong before but 6000 was enough to break the lines of Mordor. At least until the Haradrim came and tipped the scales with their Mumakil. But with you and the armies of the dead here, we may yet reclaim the city back in your name.”

“Yes. Fight at my side Lord Cain?”

“To the death, King Aragorn.” I said gripping my axe and dagger tighter and giving him a smirk.  Together we both charged at any enemy in range.

As the battle continued to rage on, I sensed something.  Something far beyond the fields and pass the White city but not at the gates of Mordor.  It was somewhere inbetween the two kingdoms, a dark fell place and suddenly there was a loud boom.  A boom so loud, it shook the very earth and I could hear what sounded like a building starting to crumble down.  More explosions followed and I turned to Aragorn and asked him.

“What do you see to the West?”

“A fog of green and black smoke. A shape of a skull now forms in the sky, just over Minas Morgul. I knew it was a fell place of dark magic but never before have I seen something like that before.”

“Seems we’ll have to wait till after the war to decide what it was that caused that explosion.”

“Agreed. We’re almost at victory, we can’t afford to stop now.” I nodded in agreement.  After a few more minutes of fighting, I felt as the army of the dead swept the city and all the orcs that had breached the city were silenced.  Soon all went quiet except for one faint heartbeat.

I followed it and soon discovered that it was Theoden King.  He was barely clinging to life even with his body broken.  I knelt down beside him and stroked his head softly, I could feel the muscles around his eyes struggle to open and soon he said.

“You have your sister’s heart.” I smiled softly.  “And her smile, Master Cain.” His voice was soft as his heartbeat was slowly beginning to fade.  His gloved fingers came to my cheek softly stroking it, “My eyes darken.”

“I know…..I know.” I softly told him.  “I’m sorry I cannot spare the pain of your passing like my sister can.”

“You already are.” He assured me.  As a tear slowly slid down my face, Theoden stroked the tear away.  “Master Cain, do not weep over me. For your sister has taught me to not fear death.” I smiled softly.

That was what I had hoped Hela would give to the world.  For if she befriended all races that live in Middle Earth, when death comes for them no matter what shape or form, Hela is the sign that death is not a path to fear, but to one day embrace.  And look to like one looks at a dear friend.

“I go to my fathers, in whose mighty company I shall not know of yet shame.” Ever so slowly his heart beat got quieter and quieter until he choked out my sister’s name before he went silent.  His heart beating no more.

Theoden King had now passed.

Tears fully ran down my face as I cupped the face of the now dead king and whispered to him.

“Be at peace, Theoden Horse-master.” I kissed the center of his forehead before closing his eyes forever.

*My POV*

With the arrival of Rohan coming to Gondor’s aid and the Alliances of Men finally being reforged, it seemed to anger both Deimos and Perses in a way I had never seen before.  It fueled their attacks which took a deep toll on my body.

I tried to fight back with all my strength but even that wasn’t enough for the two of them combined together.  At first their fighting style had been to toy with me in order to keep me here and not go back to aid Gondor.  Now, now they were fully out for blood.  They weren’t holding back on anything whether their physical attacks or their magic.

I had been thrown against the tower by Perses before he came at me holding me by the throat.  He then picked me up and together the two of us slammed through the walls of Minas Morgul until we came to the main level of the fortress once again.  As I slammed hard against the floor, creating a large crater-like dent in the floor, Perses and Deimos soon appeared on top of me, Deimos taking my hands and pinning them to the ground while Deimos squeezed my throat with both his hands.

“Your weakness Hela, is morality. It’s choking you!” Both of them stared me down with insane, wide eyes.  There was nothing I could do now, my body was practically beaten and my vision was quickly going black as the air from my lungs was quickly running out.

“Can’t you feel it?” Deimos taunted as he gripped my left wrist and snapped it within his palm.  I didn’t even have any air to scream as I could literally hear the bones in my wrist crack but then the both of them screamed and finally let me up.

I let out a loud gasp as coughed and crying were mixed together.  I looked up and had seen that Haldir had returned.  Deimos and Nergal growled lowly as they withdrew Haldir’s twin daggers out from their backs and tossed them aside.

“Stupid Elfling you really thought those daggers would work?!” Deimos snarled.  As I continued coughing and rolled over to my side cradling my broken wrist and slowly tried to stand up.

“Nergal was right! She got it from you that pathetic sickness that is love!” Perses snarled.  I then felt a foot slam into my back sending me face first back into the rubble of the marble floor.  Haldir stood his ground now wielding Aeglos.  Both Deimos and Perses forced me up gripping either my hair or shoulder roughly.

“The cunning warrior attacks neither body nor mind.” Deimos taunted me.

“Haldir go…..” I choked.

“They attack your heart.” He finished.

“Haldir……please…..” I pleaded.  But he stood his ground.  Then suddenly a fellbeast bursted through the main entrance of the fortress knocking Haldir off his feet and threw him across the room.  I cried out his name as the fellbeast flew around before landing.  Riding on top of it was Nergal, he gave me a smirk and soon joining with him on top of the fellbeast were Deimos and Perses.

“Hela, Hela, Hela. No good deed goes unpunished. You can thank us later.” Perses told me.  I saw as Haldir lay there on his side near one of the columns grimacing in pain.  I watched as Perses nodded to Nergal who took out a circular vial filled with green colored potion.  He tossed the vial towards Haldir but I leapt towards it.

But the second I touched it….BOOM!! Just like at Helm’s Deep, a large explosion happened everywhere and I was thrown across the other side of the fortress.  I heard two more additional explosions ring out and the last thing I saw before I briefly blacked out was nothing but green and black mist forming around me.

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⛈️🧯Fuck the Forbidden pt. 1 by @entishramblings

Boromir x mermaidfem!oc Teens and Up but read the warnings carefully 9,500 words

Now I want mermaids in everything. why aren’t there mermaids in everything? The descriptions are so well done, everything is so vividly easy to visualize, oh I just loved it.

I am so hyped for pt 2!!

🍬⛈️ Healing Touch by @ass-deep-in-demons

Boromir x fem!oc Teens and Up 4,350 words

My film studies degree was very happy about the descriptions of movement in this one - it’s a little specific but hear me out. It’s much easier to see the actors playing the scene when it’s described this well! THAT ENDING, I have to say I joined Legolas, and I don’t have excuses.

I cannot wait to read the rest of the adventures of Joanna!

🍬 I Might Need to Kiss You by @fizzyxcustard

Thorin Oakenshield x fem!reader 400 words

I was squealing, this is so sweet. like the perfect little pick me up when you need a reminder, and Thorin is nothing if not a good king to his subjects 😇

🍬 Sweet Conversations by @glassgulls

Haldir x fem!reader Teens and Up 5,360 words

did I almost break my mouse when I clicked on this? noooo

Would I do it again? approximately 5 times since ☺️

Who doesn’t love sneaking around and kissing pretty elves, especially when they propose the idea so nicely… Just read it, you’re welcome

⛈️🧯Transformed by @sotwk

Thranduil’s son OC x fem!reader Teens and Up 2,400 words

There are at least two werewolves! When I tell you I read it three nights in a row, just to truly catch all the little things that made me go absolutely feral this so lovely to read. Yes, there’s gore (only a little bit) and there’s angst, but there’s also dialogue that would be made into gifs were it a movie.

Pirates of the Caribbeans

🌪️Catch the Wind by eriathiel (@esta-elavaris)

James Norrington x fem!oc Explicit 418,000 words

101 chapters of epic, pirates, and sweetness. The definition of you will suffer and you will like it. I finished this in like two days, because I couldn’t put it down, like a child on Halloween night going through their whole bag of candy.

⛈️🍬 Fallen Through Time by eriathiel (@esta-elavaris)

Catch the Wind AU Mature Ongoing; 34,000 words

12 Chapters so far, but it’s probably going to make me want to read everything about Theodora again. I am very normal about this character. 😌

Other fandoms

🌡️One of Those days by @capricornafterdark

Jason Todd x fem!reader Explicit 750 words

Sometimes you need to be taken care of, and sometimes its easier to take care of others.

🍬Patience by @velvetcloxds

Charlie Swan x fem!reader Just straight cuteness 600 words

A cute yet serious conversation with Charlie

🌡️That Takes Trust Darlin by @capricornafterdark

Jason Todd x transmasc!reader Explicit 1,950 words

It takes a lot of trust to tell a person about your desires, and even more when you spend your time catching villains.

🌪️ What Happens After You? by StrengthBeforeWeakness

Ominis Gaunt x fem!oc Mature 219,000 words

A badass Ravenclaw, sweet sweet Garreth, and dark!Sebastian. I am tempted to say it’s almost a Hogwarts Legacy AU because the lore in this fic is so incredible, it feels new again.

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