Author's Notes:
Alright...here it is...what you've been waiting for. Haldir &
Glorfindel together again. It's not NC~17...grrr! But it will have
to do. Hope ya like it!
Disclaimer:
The following characters belong to
J. R. R. Tolkien.
An Answer to a Call
Somewhere deep within the depths of the Golden Wood, invisible to the mortal
eye, yet well aware of all who lurked within his realm, the march warden,
Haldir stood his guard, protecting his beloved home from the most unwelcome
intruders.
To the average ear, all was still and silent, but someone approached in the
distance and Haldir could sense his presence even though he could not yet be
seen and he cocked his bow, prepared to face whoever crossed his path.
An Eastern wind blew through his flaxen locks, carrying on it a sweetness that
only the Elves, themselves, could behold. It was the smell of orchids in
full bloom on a fine spring morning, only it was mid-December and all orchids,
to Haldir's knowledge, were buried deep beneath the winter snow.
Haldir's heart raced as he felt the stranger draw near, his bright eyes scoping
the trees. Suddenly a voice called from out of the darkness
and as the figure appeared his face became clear.
"Haldir of Lorien!"
Glorfindel's voice was smooth as he beckoned his friend and Haldir lowered his
bow, letting it slip from his fingers and fall to the ground below.
"My Lord."
Haldir said, taking a knee before his fellow Elf.
The great Elf reached down and tipped Haldir's chin, bidding him to rise.
"I see ye are well."
He said softly as Haldir rose to his feet, matching Glorfindel in height and
structure.
"But tell me, my brother, why do ye fawn at my feet like a servant?
It is I, Glorfindel, and here we are equals...friends."
Haldir's ice blue spheres blazed into those so near his own and in a voice no
more than a whisper he replied.
"I saw ye in a dream. Never before hath
such a vision been so real."
A slender crescent drew across Glorfindel's unblemished features and he silenced
Haldir's words with a hand upon his trembling lips.
"I know of what ye speak, dear Haldir, for I have seen this dream as
well. Fate hath chosen us to share this vision, and unto this calling I
have sought ye out."
Haldir's eyes widened as Glorfindel gently touched his cheek, and he felt his
face grow warm beneath his fingertips.
"Then it is true,"
He said, releasing the laces of his tunic to reveal the silver leaf that
adorned his neck.
"We are meant to be together!"
Glorfindel's warm smile assured him this was so and Haldir eagerly fell into
his arms and kissed him deeply, recalling, vividly, the velvet of his flesh
upon his own.
Though enraptured by his lover's contingence, Glorfindel drew away slightly,
breaking the kiss, caressing Haldir's golden hair.
"Haldir, my love, why doest ye advance with such haste? We have the
journey of a thousand lifetimes to share, yet ye commence to fulfill them all
in a single day. As much as I adore to feel thine hands upon me, I must
wane this lust with the promise of love eternal and of fruition another
day."
