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wareagleofthemountain · 1 month

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Long Story…

Summary: Orophin and Caladwen have a little adventure.

Caladwen leapt from tree branch to tree branch, sharp green eyes fixed on the ellon beneath her who was currently plodding along the muddy path pulling a cart behind him. The chilly air nipped at her fingers and the earth was left dampened by the recent rainfall. The rivers of Lorien were at their most productive, flowing fast and running deep. It had been Orophin’s idea to set off towards the creek bed and try to pan for gold as all the recent activity would have no doubt stirred up the sediment which lay below the water.

“Could use a little help here.” Her brother in law grumbled, the wheels of the cart having gotten caught in the mud for what must have been the fiftieth time that day.

Caladwen grinned, swinging upside down on a Mallorn limb by her ankles. “What’s wrong? The big, strong Marchwarden Orophin having a hard time?”

“I’ll show you a hard time, you elfling!” He smirked, muttering a hushed command to the tree she was hanging from, a vine promptly slithering out to fling her off.

“Oof!” She sat up from the bush she’d landed in, scowling at the smug face staring back at her. “Real mature.”

“You had it coming.” His eyes sparkled with mirth and he extended a hand to help her up. “Alright, let’s get the shovels. Again.”

Caladwen chuckled. “I love how you bought these with the intention of digging up rocks in the creek, but all we’ve done with them so far is excavate our cart from the mud.” She reached out and retrieved the two items in question, both Warden-grade shovels struggling not to bend under the thickness of the mud and already caked in grime.

“I’m just glad Rumil reminded me to grab them when I was headed out the door this morning. Nearly forgot.” Orophin panted, chucking away his third scoop of debris into the tree line.

“Eru forbid ‘tis one of us who should get caught in this stuff. It’s like quicksand.” It was now Caladwen’s turn to take up pulling the cart loaded with mining supplies, the elleth noticing the fatigue in Orophin’s arms.

“If the bounty in that river is half as plentiful as the dwarves say, the mud will be worth it.” Orophin was known to frequent bars run by dwarves, as he claimed they lead to more interesting stories to tell at the end of the night. Though his brothers certainly stopped finding this habit of his amusing after the time Orophin had come scrambling home in the early hours of the morning, hurrying to lock the door and constantly looking over his shoulder. As it turns out, the young fool had been so caught up in his cups that he’d spent all of his gambling money at the bar. And dwarves, especially the very greedy miner Orophin had played cards with that night, do not take kindly to not receiving their winnings. The dwarf spent two hours banging on their Tallen door and shouting curses at the ellon inside about what he was going to do if Orophin didn’t pay up. Haldir ended up having to foot the bill that night, and in turn Orophin earned a very long lecture about responsibility the next day as well as being put on paperwork filing duty for the following week to teach him a lesson.

But did that experience deter the willful ellon from returning to such establishments? Of course not!

“Haldir thinks we’re mad carrying on out here in the cold like this.” Caladwen’s heart clenched, already missing her husband. She thought back to Haldir’s soft blue eyes gazing up at her as he knelt to tie her boots this morning, draping his rainproof cloak over her shoulders as she walked out of the door. Even now she could feel his warm breath ghosting over her pointed ear, and hear his voice making her promise to stay safe in its usual gruffness. It made her long to be in his embrace once more, Caladwen focusing her attention on her fea to connect with the ever present reassurance of their soul bond. It was like having her skin kissed by the thin reys of the sun on a warm summer day; not overpowering, but just enough to feel its comforting presence.

“I’m sure he’ll warm up to the idea when we bring home the gold!” Orophin puffed his chest out confidently, and Caladwen could see that he had no intention of leaving the creek without his treasure.

Both elves stopped and turned to each other when they saw the steep slope that lay before them, terrain dotted with boulders and trees. It was the only way to get down to the water they realized with a shared sigh. Now, had it only been the two of them, this hike would have been no trouble. But unfortunately, there was no way they could make it down while pulling the cart.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Orophin gave her a sly wink.

“No. Come on. No! Orophin!” Caladwen was now seated in the cart, Orophin standing behind it with his feet ready to give him a running start.

“It’ll be fine.” He assured her.

“Famous last words!” The elleth protested. “How are we even going to get it back up here when we’re done?”

“Meh, that’s our future selves’ problem.” Was the last phrase Caladwen heard before her world became a blur of colors zipping by as they rolled down the cliff, Orophin having pushed off and now sitting behind her. “Lean left!” He commanded between gritted teeth, struggling to throw his weight around enough to guide the direction of the cart.

“Look out!” Caladwen’s eyes went wide, seeing a huge tree only a few feet in front of them. “Need a plan here pilot!” Her voice was panicked, but also agitated by his lack of response.

They held their breaths and leaned in the opposite direction, just barely grazing the tree. Orophin was the first to burst out laughing when the shock wore off, Caladwen joining in with shaken hands.

“Woooo! Take that! We rule this mountain!” Orophin threw his head back, howling their victory.

“Uh… Orophin?” Caladwen’s shaking again.

“Oh no…” His eyes fall on the ledge in their path, approaching too fast to react. “Brace for impact!”

Instinctively, Orophin moved to cover Caladwen’s body with his own, wrapping around her to break her fall as the two were ejected from the cart. The wood splintered as it hit the ground below.

Orophin landed on his feet, carefully lowering her to the soil. “You okay Cali?”

“Yeah, I think so…” She panted.

“Haha! See? Told you we’d make it.” He patted her shoulder as he walked off to scavenge for their mining supplies which were now strewn about all over the bank. Eventually, everything was retrieved, and the wide array of tools Orophin managed to procure for their trip was truly impressive; old kitchen pans with holes poked into the bottom of them to act as sifters, a pick to scrape mud and moss off of potentially valuable rocks, and the aforementioned shovels. Lastly, each elf brought a pack filled with food, fresh water, and plenty of space to take home any treasures they might find. They eagerly leapt into the cold water, standing about waist deep as they began digging for handfuls of rock to sift through.

Caladwen stifled her laughter as Orophin nearly face planted trying to walk in the stream, his boots so close to getting sucked off of his feet by the mud. “You good?”

He immediately picked up on the sarcasm in her tone, gathering a clump of slimy moss from the end of his shovel and holding it in front of his face with a wrinkled nose. “Ewww… think fast!”

The elleth yelped as it landed in her already messed hair, overbalancing and landing in the stream. Sputtering, she scrambled to her feet.

“You look like the creature from the Black Lagoon.” Orophin chuckled.

“Who eats troublesome lads like you!” She couldn’t help but splash him to even the score.

Not having any luck in their current position, Caladwen decided to branch off and sift in a shallower section of the creak by the bank, perching atop a rock outcropping. Her eyes lit up when they caught sight of something interesting in the bottom of her pan.

“What is it?” Orophin’s ears pirked up.

“Not gold, but look at this beautiful wild clay!” She exclaimed, holding the chunk of clay, a marbled combination of orange and purple, up to him. “This would be perfect for making jewelry beads!” She set about collecting as much as she could, even happening upon a few patches of yellow clay, and wrapping the material in damp cloth before placing it in her bag. Orophin, for his part, was not able to locate any gold but collected a few unique small fossils embedded in rocks.

He was the first to notice the darkening skies, having learned through all his years as a warden that it would be unwise to travel given how intense the rainstorms have been in case of mudslides. “Let’s tuck in for the evening. I saw a cave about half a mile upstream.”

XXX

Caladwen and Orophin were eager to put their supplies down once they reached the mouth of the cave. The cart had been broken in the crash, leaving them to carry their tools along with the heavy packs. Caladwen built a fire and they left their cloaks and boots to dry by it, nibbling on lembas and relaxing in a soft patch of moss by the warmth.

“I’m bored.” Orophin groaned, apparently unable to withstand the lack of activity in the last five minutes.

“Hmm…” Caladwen tapped her chin thoughtfully, eyes wandering over the stalactites on the roof of the cave. “Want to play a game?”

“I’m listening.” He rolled over to face her.

She picked up two sticks from the surrounding area, dipping them into the charcoal and water mixture that had collected in puddles in the darker regions of the cave, creating a quill of sorts. “It’s called three line. You draw three arbitrary lines and the other person has to create a picture out of them.” She demonstrated by scribbling three lines on the cave wall, Orophin quick to follow. They switched places and proceeded to begin to craft an image using the abstract lines they were given.

“There. A masterpiece!” Orophin said ostentatiously as he unveiled his work.

Caladwen squinted. “What is it?”

He swats her playfully, his face a mask of mock offense. “A slice of cake!” As if it was obvious.

“Did it get run over by a horse?” She quipped.

He laughed. “Don’t blame me, they were your lines.” He leans over, looking at her drawing. “A sun?”

“You got it!”

Their night was filled with laughter, paining the walls with round after round of three line until they drifted off to sleep.

XXX

They must have been quite the sight, coming over the hill caked in mud and carrying supplies that were even dirtier.

“What… happened to you two?” Was all Haldir could muster as he leapt down from his watch tower to meet them.

“Long story…”

#Haldir #lotr #Haldir’s wife #Haldir of Lorien #Orophin #Haldir x ofc

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calendril · 1 year

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Of Dust and Everlasting Stars (Haldir x OFC fanfiction)

Playlist

“Reverence” - Gisli Gunnarsson

“Arcade” - Duncan Laurence ft. FLETCHER

“Wide Eyed” - Billy Lockett

“If Our Love Is Wrong” - Callum Scott

“lovely” - Billie Eilish ft. Khalid

“Beautiful Mess” - Kristian Kostov

“I Found” - Amber Run

“Many Are The Stars I See” - Ursine Vulpine ft. Annaca

“If I Say” - Mumford & Sons

“Way Out West” - REUNION

“Wildfire” - SYML

“Whispers” - Avalanche City

“Hurricane” - Tommee Profitt ft. Fleurie

“Slip Away” - UNSECRET ft. Ruelle

“Power” - Isak Danielson

“Silence” Rene Miller

“Uranus (Instrumental)” - Sleeping At Last

“Morning’s Wings” - Tony Anderson

#haldir #ofc #haldir x ofc #lord of the rings #lotr #movies #the fellowship of the ring #the two towers #the return of the king #jrr tolkien #drama #romance #fanfiction #lotr elves #lothorien #rohan #playlist

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dancerinthestorm · 7 months

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Fic Recs: "Didn't see that one coming" edition...

I've been wanting to start collecting my all time favorite stories in ages but never knew where to start, there are just too many talented souls out there. A lazy day of re-reading favorites makes me want to finally give it a try though.

Featuring today: stories that defy my usual hunting patterns but still became all time favourites against all odds. Stories leaving me utterly gobsmacked thinking "That was so, soo awsome... but how on earth did I end up in this fandom / character / trope tag of all places?".

@messy-insomniac-bookgirl Let's be honest: this writer is the spirit animal of this specific selection. Never heard of the fandom? Dislike the protagonist with a passion? Doesn't matter: she writes it, I devour and love it. The reason? Dense and hugely rewarding story-telling, perfect pacing, side characters you want to adopt on the spot, delicious slow burns with sooo much yearning. And, most importantly, the awesome female OCs. I am in love with each and every one of them, regardless who they share a screen with. It's almost impossible to select just one story for this list but let's go for "Keep Calm and Buckle Up" (AO3) for suddenly making me feel things when Steve Rogers entered the stage in "Infinity War". Steve Rogers x OFC, James "Bucky" Barnes x OFC, Steve x Bucky x OFC. Action, slow burn, emotional roller coaster rides. Rated E.

@batsingotham "Written in the stars" (AO3) I don't do Soul Mate AUs. I don't do Robert Pattinson characters. For me the best things about "The Batman" were Andy Serkis' Alfred and 3 hours of Niravana in a loop. But the undisputed goddess queen of slow burn domestic fluff overruled all of that. Bruce Wayne/Reader. Soulmate AU. Dorks in love. Bruce needs a hug and Alfred has the patience of a saint. Rated M.

"Sweet Conversations" by @glassgulls Lord of the Rings has been living in my head rent free ever since I was a teenager but I simply don't do Elves. Period. Yes, Glorfindel is very cool and Lee Pace's Thranduil is an absolute vision (the costumes, the voice and the make up, mind you, don't get me started on any other aspect of the Hobbit movies though...) but otherwise? Thanks but no thanks. Nevertheless: the award for best fictional kiss I’ve come across in ages goes to this gem. Amazing scene setting and character work for something so short. Leaves you weak-kneed and high as a kite on serotonin for the rest of the day. Haldir/Reader. One-shot. Rated M.

„Ownership of Mine“ by @amywritesthings . Okay, lets be honest, peeps: Prison settings for a romance story? Seriously? Who in their right mind would be able to think about romance and seduction when all of your freedom is taken away, you are crammed into a small and dark space with people of questionable character and put under constant surveilance. Well… apparently I can… with this story. Even if that tag is a big red NO GO sign for me otherwise. Amazingly dense story telling and atmosphere building in just 3 short chapters. Kino Loy/Reader. Rated E.

„Directions“ by @zinzinina . Probably a sure sign that I am getting too old for all of this but tags about age gaps, first love or first times usually make me run for the hills. Add a character like Poe Dameron (I mean: come on! Howww…?!) to the mix and there is not enough willing suspension of disbelieve in the world to get me immersed in the plot. Or so I thought. Unwisely. Until this beauty came along. Poe Dameron/Reader. Rated E.

#fic recs #stories to cherish and re-read for all eternity #fan fiction #steve rogers x ofc #james bucky barnes x ofc #steve rogers x james bucky barnes x ofc #haldir x reader #haldir survives lotr goddamit!#bruce wayne x reader #battinson x reader #kino loy x reader #poe dameron x reader #dancerinthestorm reads

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sotwk · 8 months

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Hello! I was wondering if I could please request a Haldir x reader one shot :) maybe something where they’ve known each other for a long time and have always liked each other but never said anything and when Haldir sets out for Helms Deep he refuses to let the reader go too because he doesn’t want her to get hurt/killed. Reader disguises herself, joins the elf army, and she later saves Haldir from the orc! You can decide if she lives or dies for some extra suspense on my part lol. Sorry if this is really long and please feel free to take any liberties on the story, I love your writing!! :) thank you in advance!!

Hello my friend! :)

Good News: I would love to write this request for you, and as a matter of fact, I already have a Haldir fic idea on my "Fics to Write" list for this very same premise as you described above. It just hasn't jumped off the "concept" stage to the "working draft" stage.

Not-So-Great News: I have a massive pileup of WIPs/Requests that's worse than an LA freeway traffic jam (Californian joke right there), so although I can promise that I will work on this, I cannot guarantee when it will be finished and delivered. I hope you can be patient, and I appreciate your faith!

Back to Good News! One of my very talented writer friends, @firelightinferno, has written a Haldir x OFC story with the same scenario you described, and I happily recommend it! Here is the LINK if you'd like to check it out. It's good stuff right there!

But as I have said earlier, I accept your request and am happy to place it on my To-Write list. Thank you again for thinking of me for your fic needs and for your kind compliments. :)

#sotwk answers #fanfic request #response to request #haldir #haldir x reader #kind anons #anon asks

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ao3feed-tolkien · 1 year

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Clever Fox

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/ruo42Xa

by Theavengershavetakenovermylife

A tenth walker fanfic, but with a twist I have not seen.

Our character falls into middle earth rather violently. Taken first to Rohan, she is nurtured back to health before the events of the fellowship. Adina is an ex-FBI trained now loner after her stalker pushes her to her death - her fate. Her blood flows with that of the enemy, and her soul is tied to the rings fate. Will she overcome the ancestry she discovers much down the line? Will she save those she loves?

An Eomer x OFC x maybe Legolas fic, I haven't decided.

Words: 12115, Chapters: 3/3, Language: English

Fandoms: The Lord of the Rings (Movies), The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Aragorn | Estel, Gimli (Son of Glóin), Arwen Undómiel, Frodo Baggins, Sam Gamgee, Pippin Took, Merry Brandybuck, Boromir (Son of Denethor II), Faramir (Son of Denethor II), Gollum | Sméagol, Legolas Greenleaf, Éomer Éadig, Éowyn (Tolkien), Gandalf | Mithrandir, Théodred (Tolkien), Bilbo Baggins, Gamling (Tolkien), Galadriel | Artanis, Haldir of Lothlórien, Original Female Character(s), Sauron | Mairon

Relationships: Éomer Éadig/Original Female Character(s), Legolas Greenleaf/Original Female Character(s), Éomer Éadig/Reader, Éomer/Original Female Character(s), Eomer/Reader

Additional Tags: Romance, Eventual Romance, Eventual Smut, Eventual Happy Ending, Plot Twists, Love Triangles, Unrequited Love, Fluff and Angst, Attempt at Humor, Adventure

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/ruo42Xa

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #Tolkien #JRR Tolkien #Tolkien works #ao3 #fan fiction

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haldirs-melda · 2 years

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“How?” he asked between kisses. “Why was my wish granted?” He rested his cheek to yours, “My sunlight in armour, the most beloved sight.”

Haldir x OFC

Chapter 25/27

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writing-hazard · 2 years

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The Place Beyond The Sky (chapter 4)

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Words: 797

Warnings: badly translated Sindarin

Pairing: Haldir x OC

When a strange human speaking a foreign tongue appears outside Imladris one day, it changes the fate of Arda forever. More than that, it changes the fate of Haldir, who finds his path hopelessly intertwined with hers.

Bold italics are Star-Speak! Also, please don’t bully my awful Sindarin, I spent like an hour going back and forth on different weebly lessons just for this one sentence :,) I did my best

ARIA IS LAYING IN THE GRASS, A PATCH OF SUNLIGHT WARMING HER ALONG WITH THE GROUND BENEATH HER. Haldir supposes he can’t really say anything in particular about it, given that this is somewhat of a more private place. Still, it feels a little strange for a lady to lay in the grass.

“The sky here is very pretty,” Aria sighs, immensely pleased. Briefly, Haldir wonders how she continually notices him so quickly without even opening her eyes. “And the sunlight is warm, and I can hear birds and leaves when I close my eyes. I enjoy it; it’s all very peaceful.”

“I’m glad you like it here, Lady Aria,” Haldir replies, and he’s a little surprised by how true that is. She smiles lightly.

“I am too; although I hope to one day travel the whole of Arda, to see all its beauty,” she confesses. “For now, I am more than content to enjoy Lothlórien.” He smiles a little, but some part of him has begun to hope she’ll stay here for a while longer.

“It is lovely,” he agrees, “but why do you lay in the grass? There is a bench naught but twenty steps to your left.” She laughs, the sound echoing through his mind into something perhaps more beautiful than it is.

“I lay in the grass because it is soft,” she informs him, still smiling. “I have seen little grass in my life, and I like it; therefore, I am enjoying it.” He smiles at her, with a twinge of amusement.

“If you have seen little grass, then perhaps you aren’t informed of its penchant for staining clothes,” he advises her, almost daring to tease. Her eyes open, and she looks at him in curiosity.

“It stains clothes?” she wonders, amazed. “How incredible. I wonder why.” A long silence passes before Haldir speaks again.

“You said your people don’t originally speak Westron,” he reminds her, almost as though she’d forgotten. She hums.

“That is true,” she confirms. He shifts slightly.

“What do they speak, then? What does your native tongue sound like?” he wonders. She smiles lightly, sitting up and tucking her legs to her side.

“In Westron, I would call it Star-Speak,” she advises him. “It has developed a long way since my people left our home planet, many thousands of years before my birth. As to its sound, well…” she tilts her head to the side, thinking for a moment.

“I guess the only way to tell you is just to speak it,” she muses, in the language itself. “I don’t really know what to say, but I hope this is good enough.” He blinks with some amazement.

“How incredible,” he notes. “I don’t recognize it in the slightest, of course; but it sounds lovely.” She smiles again.

“Thank you, Haldir,” she replies lightly. “I’m glad you think so, at least; I think Lord Elrond was rather too busy trying to understand me to appreciate the language.” They both laugh a little at that; Haldir cannot imagine Elrond at such a loss.

“Star-speak,” he repeats quietly, still amazed. She turns her head to him in interest.

“What about you?” she inquires. “I’ve heard Sindarin, of course, but never from you.” He offers up a small smile before affixing his attention to the sky.

“Menel bain,” he sighs, “ach ci langë vain.” (1) She hums, returning her focus to the sky.

“You say Star-Speak is lovely, but it’s not as beautiful as Sindarin,” she sighs lightly. “Perhaps I’ll manage to learn it soon.”

“I could teach you,” he offers, without thinking. “I mean— if you would like.” She smiles.

“I would love that,” she assures him, looking so genuinely pleased that it urges him to say the next words.

“But if you don’t mind,” he continues, “I’d like it if you could teach me Star-Speak, in return.” She sits up, looking at him like he just offered something strange.

“You would learn Star-Speak?” she wonders, looking bewildered. His heart aches for her a little; it must be tough, staying on a planet where nobody knows your native tongue. He gets a little confused from time to time just visiting Imladris.

“If you would allow it,” he confirms. She smiles, though it looks a little sad.

“I will teach you,” she agrees, “but be warned that I will need to take some words from the Old Language. There are many things that no longer exist to my people.” He nods.

“Then we have a deal,” he agrees, sticking out his hand. This gesture, at least, she seems to understand. Her grip is firm when she shakes his hand, and he can feel some roughness to her hands from 3000 years of being a soldier.

Truly, this is the beginning of something beautiful.

1: “The sky is beautiful, but you are surpassingly beautiful.”

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bonjour-rainycity · 2 years

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Double Heart | Chapter Twenty-Six ~ Cosima

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Pairing: Haldir x OFC

Rating: PG-13

Word count: 4054

**You can find this story on Ao3 under the same username and title*

It’s Haldir.

In the next second, my arms are around his shoulders, my face pressed against his neck. I feel the warmth of his hands on my lower back as he holds me close to him and dips his cheek to press it against mine. I breathe deeply, taking the moment in, and then pull away only far enough to rest my forehead against his so I can look into his eyes. He smiles softly while one of his hands drifts from my back and twines itself in my hair.

“Marchwarden,” a delighted voice sounds from behind me. “Welcome back!”

Haldir twists to press the lightest of kisses to my cheek and then straightens, letting his hand fall from my hair to hang by his side. Reluctantly, I step away from him, remembering how elves prefer to keep displays of physical affection private, and turn to face Mirime, trying not to look too disappointed with her continued presence.

“Mirime,” Haldir greets with a deep nod of respect. “I cannot thank you enough for the work you’ve done here. It gave me peace of mind to know my Cosima was so well cared for in my absence.”

My Cosima. The phrase does quite a lot to make up for the sting of not being able to cling to him like I want.

Mirime absolutely beams at the praise. “Of course. I consider it an honor to have been able to help.” She darts out a hand to grab a crocheted bag off a hook in the wall. “If it’s alright, it’s about time I get home.” Is it my imagination, or does she send me a wink? “Someone’s got to run with the dogs, and I just know it won’t be my sister.”

I stop her before she can walk through the door and offer her a head bow with my hand pressed to my heart as I know is the custom of the elves. “Truly, thank you for everything you did. I’d love it if you stopped by sometime. Maybe I could cook for you in return.”

Mirime grins widely and then presses her lips together, as if trying to contain it. “I would like that very much, thank you.” Then, she waves and crosses the threshold. “Goodnight.”

Haldir closes the door behind her. I step up to him and wrap my arms around him once more. He hugs me even tighter this time, encircling me completely with his arms and pulling up so that I’m lifted off of the ground. I laugh against his neck and place a light kiss there. He puts me back on the ground and kisses me. I sigh, thankful that everything in the world feels right once again. The time away from him was too long and, by the way he holds me in a vice-like grip, he agrees. Slowly, I pass my hand up his chest and over his broad shoulders, enjoying being able to take my time in a way that I haven’t since Imladris.

He hums and pulls back to rest his forehead against mine, looking furtively into my eyes. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you,” I agree, squeezing his shoulder for emphasis. “Thank you for sending Mirime ahead to get everything ready for me. It was so thoughtful.”

He blinks once, a perplexed expression setting over his face. “Of course. I couldn’t have you arriving to an empty home with no food, clothing, or blankets.”

I grin up at him. “And the books and candles and more throw pillows than anyone could ever need?”

He rolls his eyes playfully. “I’m aware you became accustomed to a certain lifestyle during your stay in Imladris. I simply couldn’t have deprived you of that now. It would have been too jarring to your poor mind.”

I laugh and shove him lightly, though I’m quite glad he and Mirime thought to stock this place with all the comforts I could want. It certainly makes it easier to acclimate.

I tug on his hand and lead him into the kitchen. “Come on, you must be starving. Want anything special?”

He snorts and takes a seat at the table, watching me as I head for the cupboards. “Do you know how to cook Elvish food?”

I roll my eyes and shake my head easily, then retrieve the food from the counter. “No, but Mirime does.”

At this, he smiles brightly and takes the plate I hand him, waiting until I sit down with my food to begin eating.

He smiles when he takes a bite. “Mirime is one of the best cooks I know.”

I grin. “She also wants to work for you.”

“Work for Lothlórien,” he corrects, to which I roll my eyes. Haldir leads Lothlórien’s border guard, so she’d essentially be working for him. “And she is too young. She does show promise, though, especially her skills with a dagger.”

I beam, and he points his fork at me in stern warning. “Don’t tell her that. I want her kept on her toes, always working to improve.”

I give him a mock salute. “Yes, Marchwarden.”

His answering smirk is a little wicked, and I have to remind myself to focus on chewing my food.

I take a steadying breath. “What did the Lord and Lady think of what we saw on the road?”

Haldir’s expression darkens. “They share our concern for what is to come. I have been busy these past days, and will continue to be busy, I’m afraid.” He shoots me an apologetic glance. “There is much we have to do to prepare.”

“But you’re not going anywhere, right,” I ask, worried that ‘busy’ means he has to go on another trip, perhaps even to hunt down the monsters whose danger I think we only got a taste of on the road.

“Not at present, no,” he confirms, much to my relief. “We are sending patrols out, but I am not leading them — there are too many. I will coordinate from our home base and oversee strategizing and training as we work to prepare for whatever is coming our way.”

An uncomfortable cold spreads through my limbs. “And just what do you think is coming our way?”

Haldir purses his lips, and it’s obvious that he’s thinking over how much to tell me. I give him a little nudge with my elbow, knowing that, no matter how frightening it is, I should know the truth.

He sighs, acquiescing. “Sauron — he is on the hunt for something. We cannot ascertain what that is, which is why everyone’s forces are likely to be spread so thin. We’re trying to cover the whole of Arda. If we could just narrow it down to an area — a region, maybe —” Haldir breaks off with a sigh and rubs at his forehead as if he’s had a very long day. Which, he almost definitely has — a very long handful of days, if we’re being honest.

I cover his hand with mine and squeeze gently. His eyes meet mine and the lines around them soften. He brings my hand to his lips for a kiss.

“How are you feeling? Your headaches? Your memories?”

I shake my head and shrug, not willing to call him on his abrupt change in subject. He’s probably desperate to talk about anything else. “I feel fine. No new memories, but no getting sick, either. Alex…” I sigh, unease creeping into my stomach. “He doesn’t seem to be getting any better. He didn’t say anything, but he was so pale on the journey here. And even after resting, he always seems to be scrunching up his face in pain…I don’t know why he’s keeping quiet about it.”

Haldir shrugs, concern tugging at his brow. “Perhaps he recognizes that, for the time being, there’s little that can be done.” At my look of panic, he squeezes my hand. “I’ll talk to Baranor tomorrow and the other healers if necessary. We’ll figure something out.”

I have to believe him, believe in the truth of that. Because the alternative…the alternative is a lifetime of pain for a dear friend. I don’t want him to suffer that.

A knock sounds on the door.

I start to rise, but Haldir shakes his head, wiping his mouth on a napkin before standing and going to the door. “Sit, finish eating.”

I sit back in my chair and watch him with a smile. He quirks an eyebrow once he sees my stare, but a smile tugs at his own lips which he schools when he gets to the front door.

From my spot at the table, I have a clear view. A gruff, lightly armored ellon stands outside and passes a piece of paper to Haldir.

“Message for you, Marchwarden.”

Haldir takes the paper and reads it over. Whatever is on it causes his mouth to pull into a grimace. He pockets the paper and nods to the warden at my door. “Rouse the guards in squadron E. I will meet you at the training grounds shortly.”

The warden nods seriously and then turns on his heel, hastening in what I assume to be the direction of the barracks.

Haldir sighs and reaches for the peg by the door to grab his cloak. “There was a miscommunication in the rotation schedule — one of our northeastern border stations is seriously understaffed. I left instructions to follow in my absence but now that I’ve returned, there are mixed interpretations of which schedule to follow.” He shakes his head in frustration and walks over to me, ducking to press the quickest of kisses to my lips. “I’m sorry to leave so soon. I’ll be back though — two hours, tops.”

I try not to let my disappointment show. Two hours? In my exhausted state after days of traveling, I’m likely to be asleep by then. But he’s back to work now, I remind myself, trying to look content with him having to rush off. Despite the evident urgency of the situation, he waits with a raised brow, looking at me closely to make sure I’m alright.

I plaster a smile on my face. “You’re welcome to come back here when you’re done. I’ve got to unpack and everything, so I’ll be up for a while. Or if you’d be more comfortable at your house—talan— we can meet for breakfast in the morning.”

Haldir smiles at me. “If you have no objections, I will return here for the night. Enjoy the rest of your dinner and unpacking. I shall see you soon.”

And with that, he disappears through my front door as quickly as he arrived.

{***}

Unpacking is easy. I wasn’t able to take much with me, so it really only occupies about twenty minutes. After that I do the dishes and properly preserve the leftovers from what Mirime made. That takes twenty-five. With over an hour until Haldir is set to return, I find myself with very little to do. If I stay in the bedroom, I will surely take advantage of the bed and fall asleep, so I force myself into the living room and busy myself with rearranging some of the decor and furniture there. When the time comes for me to move the pillows and blankets, I sit on the couch to fold. I lean against the plush pillows as I complete my task. The warmth of the unfolded blanket across my lap is incredibly soothing…

{***}

The strong arm behind my back is replaced by the padded firmness of a mattress, and the cold of the night countered by the thick duvet pulled over my body. I sigh and twist into the warmth, pleased when I find a solid source of it materialize next to me in the bed.

Haldir chuckles as I snuggle against him, his hand coming automatically to brush over the waves of my hair and down my back. “You should really lock your door, you know.”

“Oh, like it would keep you out,” I mumble sleepily. “You’re the Marchwarden — probably could’ve…picked a lock or…or something…”

If he answers, it’s lost on me, because I fall right back to sleep.

{***}

“Did you get that scheduling mix-up fixed last night,” I ask over breakfast.

Across the table, Haldir nods. “It was a relatively simple fix. People just don’t listen as well as I hope they would. They’re not all like you,” he grins playfully.

I roll my eyes but can’t stop my smile. “Yes, well, if they all shared a bed with the Marchwarden, I’m sure their attitudes would improve, too.”

He sputters out laughing at that, and I can’t help but join him.

But when our laughter dies down, I sigh. “I need to go check on Alex today. Do you know where he’s staying?”

Haldir nods. “I can walk you there after breakfast if you like. It’s on the way to one of my meetings.”

“Speaking of meetings,” I take a sip of my tea. “Do you think you could introduce Alex and me to Lady Galadriel? Elrond said it was important to speak to her as soon as we could.”

Haldir’s face turns serious. “Of course. I will speak to her today. If Elrond says it is important, it is wise not to delay.” There’s a tightness in his eyes, stress in the lines of his shoulders, and I know he’s even more anxious for me to speak with Lady Galadriel than Elrond is. Out of everyone, she’s the most likely to have a cure for the condition that periodically damages my fæ.

I reach a hand to him and he takes it, smiling softly. “It’ll be okay.” My reassurance is meant for us both.

{***}

After breakfast, Haldir takes me to Alex’s talan. It’s nearly the same as mine, but it is about twenty feet higher off the ground. When I stop short, Haldir grins easily and places a hand on my back, pushing me along.

“The practice is good for you, Cosima.”

The extra height is daunting, but I have Haldir holding on to me, so it’s not as awful as I thought it would be. I just keep my eyes straight ahead and focus on Haldir’s grip, knowing that, should I trip and fall, he’ll be able to pull me up. Once I’m inside Alex’s talan, Haldir says his goodbyes and promises to be back in time for dinner.

The door closes behind him.

“You seem settled in well,” Alex grumbles, looking at me with a bit of accusation in his eyes.

I sigh and try not to rise to the taunt. We’ve been over this before and both have to work to understand the other’s unique situation. So I ignore his comment and stride to the couch. “Haldir is going to get us a meeting with Lady Galadriel.”

At this, Alex’s mood improves significantly. He sits down across from me. “Well, that’s good. Did he say when it would be?”

I shake my head. “Not yet — he’s going to speak with her today. I’ll keep you updated.”

“Thanks.”

We lapse into silence.

I take the opportunity to observe the place that will be his home for the foreseeable future. The notes he brought back from Imladris cover the surface of his dining table.

I turn back to him. “Did you eat?”

Alex nods once. “Yeah. Haldir had someone come in here and leave clothes and food and all that, which was pretty nice of him, all things considered.”

I can’t stop the grin that covers my face. “Alex, did you just admit that Haldir is nice?”

He rolls his eyes. “I said it was nice of him, not that he himself was nice.” He grins and shudders for comedic effect. “No one would make that mistake.”

My grin widens and I lean back against the couch. “I think he’s pretty nice.”

“You would, considering he’s had his tongue in your mouth for the past who knows how long.”

I huff, eyes widening with surprise and laughter, and throw the nearest pillow at his head. He laughs heartily and catches it before it can hit the ground, keeping the weapon safely in his hands.

“Alright, alright, point taken. Come on, Baranor showed me where the library was. Let’s go check it out.”

With no objections, I follow him outside, taking his outstretched hand gratefully when we cross the safety of the door. The library is a short walk away, closer to the center of the city, and as we pass, the two of us are met with all kinds of looks. Some are curious, some are openly disdainful, some questioning. But no one bothers us on our walk, so none of it upsets me too much. Honestly, it’s pretty much just a repeat of my first few days in Imladris.

We reach the library. The entrance is higher than I would like, but I keep a tight hold of Alex’s hand and focus on putting one foot in front of the other. Soon enough, we’re inside.

Just like Elrond’s library, it is huge and filled with millennia of knowledge. Only whereas Elrond’s was all dark oak and open floor plans, Lady Galadriel’s is filled with opalescent shelves and floors, with many private rooms for study or reading. Somewhere high above me, I hear the cadence of a professor, someone teaching a class. The familiarity of the pacing prods at my mind, daring me to remember something, and the first signs of a migraine begin to push at my skull. I wince and do all I can to focus on everything new before me, trying to force myself to focus on the present, not the past.

The trick works. Thankfully, the pain does not worsen and no new memory takes hold.

I don’t want to remember.

Alex and I split up to collect books that will serve each of our interests. I grab two novels, a history account, and a guide on Sindarin, so I can continue my lessons. I’m rounding the corner to see what else is available when I spot a familiar head of strawberry blonde hair.

“Mirime,” I call, mindful of the low buzz of voices blanketing the library.

She turns to me with a bright smile and hurries to my side, arms laden with books. “Cosima, good to see you. Are you alright in your talan? You have enough food? Enough blankets? The Marchwarden said humans are very sensitive to temperature and hunger so I tried to leave you with enough —��

I try to wave off her worry. “Everything is perfect, Mirime, thank you. What are you researching?” I gesture to the books in her arms.

Her smile doesn’t fade. “Some new recipes I want to try, some military strategy. Just the odds and ends of what I’m interested in.”

I gesture to the general area where Alex and I are set to meet. “I’m going to be here for a while with my friend Alex. Do you want to join us?”

“I’d love to!”

Already set up at a table, we find Alex at least thirty pages into the book he holds in front of him. The man’s quest for knowledge is unquenchable. I introduce him and Mirime to each other and they briefly exchange pleasantries. I sit at the table with Mirime at my right and crack open a book, seeing that she does the same. The three of us work in relative silence for about an hour or so, when someone begins tugging at a strand of my hair.

I reach behind me to swat at the hand, guessing it’s Alex, but when I turn, I’m shocked to find it’s Rumil standing behind me.

He grins broadly. “Human senses really are terrible, Cosima. I hope Haldir is working on that with you.”

Happiness spreads through me. He really is trying to be my friend again.

I play along. “Who’s to say I didn’t let you do that?”

Rumil scoffs in a playful dismissal. “Please.” He nods to the others at my table. “Good morning Alex, Mirime.”

“Rumil,” Alex greets, briefly looking up from his book. “What brings you to the library today?”

Rumil slides into the seat between myself and Alex. “Haldir sent me. I’m supposed to be doing research, which can get dreadfully boring if you ask me.” His eyes light up and he turns to me once more. “Say, you like to research, don’t you?”

I tilt my head, wary. “Topics that I’m interested in, yes.”

“Well, you’re sure to find this one fascinating. It’s about —”

Mirime narrows her eyes in amused disapproval and cuts in. “Did the Marchwarden ask Cosima to do the research, or did he ask you?”

Rumil smirks haughtily. “It’s called delegating, dearest Mirime. It’s a privilege that comes with being a senior member of the guard.”

“I take it half-assery is another privilege of your esteemed position?”

Rumil’s eyes fill with shocked delight. “Careful, or I shall bar you from ever entering the guard.”

Mirime only rolls her eyes, unintimidated. “Please, I’ve been practicing since I became of age, and next year, I hit the minimum age requirement. Nothing is going to get in my way, especially not an overconfident ellon.”

Rumil places a hand on his chest, affronted. “Overconfident? I am quite justifiably confident in everything I do.”

“If you say so.” Mirime casually raises a shoulder and then returns to her book, leaving Rumil grinning widely and looking like he just weathered a magnificently powerful storm.

I purse my lips, trying not to smile. “Why is there an age requirement anyway? Seems a bit trivial to have to be considered an adult for five hundred years before you can have a certain job.”

Rumil turns his focus to me. “It’s because it’s so dangerous — they want to make sure you’ve had ample time to think about it, but most of us don’t need as much time as they think we do.”

I try not to focus on just how dangerous their job really is. “When did you know you wanted to join?”

“Since I could think, really,” Rumil admits, a faraway look in his eye. “To grow up and see both of your brothers choose such a noble pursuit…it makes it difficult for you to want to do anything but follow in their footsteps.”

I smile and try to imagine a young Rumil watching his older brothers with nothing but admiration in his eyes.

A quick flash of a memory, a sharp stab in my temple, and I suck in a breath and close my eyes against the pain.

Rumil’s hand is on my shoulder immediately. “Are you alright? Is the pain back again?”

From across the table, Alex watches me warily, Mirime, in concern.

“It’s fine,” I grit out, teeth ground together against the pain. “It will pass. Just the thing you said about being a kid — reminded me of something.” The memory flickers and fades, and with it, the worst of the pain. I sigh, feeling good enough to open my eyes now. “I can’t remember what, though.”

Rumil purses his lips and lowers his hand, but he still watches me carefully. “The episodes are shorter now. That could be a sign of improvement.”

Mirime leans in closer, seeming alarmed and unsure. “Cosima, what just happened? Should I fetch a healer?”

“No, no,” I shake my head, forcing a smile even though the movement causes the pain to flare again. “Thank you though. It’s just a side effect of leaving my home world and coming here. It’s improving with time, which is good.”

“That is good,” Mirime agrees, though the concern for me does not leave her eyes.

She and Rumil share a worried look.

Alex sighs and reaches for another book. “If it was a bad one, she’d go to the healers, okay? Don’t worry about it.”

I shoot him a grateful glance, though his tone could have been nicer.

Mirime and Rumil return to their books, and so do I. We spend the next few hours in the library. The pain fades as time goes on, but I don’t miss the periodic look each of my friends gives me. I focus on their faces, on the library around me, and do everything I can to stay in the present.

Don’t remember.

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It's still October... Icould’ve sworn I already dropped a message, but I can’t find it so a very, very Happy Birthday to my birthday month twin @wareagleofthemountain

The request was family time with forts:

“What did I tell you?” Rúmil demands as he turns sharply to face his brother and crosses his arms over his chest.

Orophin winces as he surveys their half-flooded talan. The storm had only come in last night, but it already had raised the Celebrant a solid quarter foot since and there was no sign of the rain letting up.

Orophin sighs and gestures at last year’s rescues in their open cages. “They needed to be able to come and go.”

“The birds-!” Rúmil stops himself then asks incredulously, anger evident in his tone. “You left open ALL the windows while you were scheduled to be gone for over half a year?”

“Well… not the ones in our sleeping rooms.” Orophin mutters weakly as he dips down to fish out his favorite vase from their rainwater-talan-soup.

It seems the gutters could only do so much as clogged with the autumn leaves as they now were.

“Once the storm clears, it’s an expected warm patch before the mid-autumn festival. The talan should dry out fairly quickly!” Orophin says brightly, forcing his regular optimism out past his own disappointment in spending another night on the forest floor. They were already soaked through to the bone, their cloaks long overdue for a re-weathering and patching.

He falters at the look on Rúmil’s face. “Let’s just spend the night at Haldir’s till the storm lets up.”

Rúmil sighs and steps into the talan, wincing at he makes his way through the knee-height, frigid water to close and lock the windows shut against the intruding water. At least the beavers would be happy with the newly felled trees he could hear cracking in the distance.

He leans his head against a window frame briefly, his muscles aching with exhaustion. He, too, would prefer to be in a real bed with warm quilting. He chuckles wearily and pushes himself back up.

“Fine. But you’re explaining to our dear brother why we’re so rudely interrupting his first night home since last winter solstice.”

Orophin feels a shudder run down his spine at the smirk on Rumil’s face.

“Fine! I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

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Orophin shifts his feet and worries his lip, staring at the closed door in front of him while he wrings his dripping hair around a fist.

Really, Haldir would be glad to see them. Again. After half an hour…

At the very least he would never turn them out.

Orophin sighs and Rúmil steps past him with a low, “Here, let me”, and knocks briskly on their brother’s talan door. He is also - rather quite uselessly - attempting to wring out his cloak.

There is no response from inside.

Orophin sighs again and bangs harder on the door. “Haldir!”

There’s a shout, then laughter from inside, and after a prolonged moment, their brother opens the door, half-clad in only trousers. The scent of bread hits the cold air, warming his toes.

“It has been less than an hour. What on Arda has happened to the two of you?” Haldir asks, this brow furrowing in concern.

“And why is it our problem and not yours at home?” Haldir’s partner says warmly, her eyes sparkling as she wraps her arms around her husband from behind and leans out the door. Haldir’s arms wrap over hers.

Rúmil smacks a leaf out of his face and turns to Orophin. “Well?” He snaps, short-tempered as he rarely is. This was his first break home since his most recent promotion and he’d been out even longer than Haldir.

Orophin ducks his head, looking away. “I left the windows open for the birds while we were gone and now the talan is flooded - absolutely flooded, I meant that quite literally - and it’s cold and wet and maybe we could sleep on your floor for the night instead of outside? Please, Haldir?” He mutters in a fast breath, tired and more than a little embarrassed at the whole situation.

Suddenly, as if queued for dramatic effect, the thunder breaks above them - the sound that of a herd of elephants - and the sky opens up as if they were standing under a waterfall.

Haldir frowns, his instincts and worry winning out over his annoyance. “In. Both of you. Now.” And he steps back to let them in, pulling his wife away from trying to catch droplets of fresh rain on her tongue, her laugh carrying in the air.

Orophin hesitates and Rúmil shoves him in front of him, a wall of warmth hitting them as they cross the threshold. Dry, heat, bread.

“Rúmil, go draw yourself a bath. Cool off and warm up. Make sure to take those boots off.” Haldir orders, resorting to his elder brother mentality as he begins divesting both of his younger brothers of their outer layers before wrapping a shivering and contrite Orophin in some damp toweling and rubbing some warmth into his arms.

Rúmil grumbles and stalks off to the bathing room, closing the door behind him.

Silence descends upon the remaining inhabitants of the room.

“How bad is it?” Haldir asks as he starts pulling out their extra blankets.

“Bad.” Orophin winces. “I didn’t mean to.”

“Of course not, you ridiculous elf.” His sister-in-law says, hugging him tightly. “We’ll deal with it tomorrow. Together.”

Haldir nods, then looks up at the ceiling as thunder crashes again. “Or whenever the storm lets up.” He quite suddenly tosses a blanket at his brother then disappears into the kitchen.

Orophin and his sister grin at each other. “His bread senses were tingling.” “Mhm.”

The door to the bathing room opens and Rúmil emerges, long hair wrapped in toweling and the rest of him in dry clothing.

“Yours.” He says to Orophin shortly, his tone lacking most of the bite from earlier.

Orophin grips Rúmil’s arm as he moves past. “I’m sorry.” He says apologetically.

Rúmil lets out a long breath and grips his elbow in return. “I know. We’ll deal with it tomorrow. Love you, little brother. ”

Orophin smiles and shoves him off and goes in search of water hot enough to broil his skin clean off and soap.

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When he emerges from the bath, the rest of his family is putting the finishing touches on a blanket fort large enough to hold all four of them: Rúmil obsessively testing the tension of the arches, Haldir laying his freshly-made bread and other fruits and cheeses in the center, and his sister in all but blood stoking the fire higher to fight off the frigid air. The rain had let up some, but still could be heard dancing across the talan’s roof.

Orophin smiles, the warmth of it all chasing away the last of the chill in his bones. As he moves toward the fort, he pulls them all with him, resulting in a string of curses and jabs to his sternum but well worth the effort for the laughs that follow.

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Deleted scene because it made me laugh:

The four of them stare in horrified awe at the felled mallorn branch Rúmil and Orophin’s talan had been located on.

“That is so not my fault!” Orophin exclaims.

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