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!

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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."