A/N: That's Haldir's POV, I hope you like it!
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Never again
Can this really be?
I feel the knife entering my body, destroying my life, destroying everything.
Elrond had sent a message to Lorien, asking the Lady Galadriel to help, to help the race of Men, to help his foster son Estel.
And of course she helped, she always helped.
As she had helped me when I was nothing but a small child. My parents had been killed then and Galadriel and her husband Celeborn had raised me and treated me like their own son. Later, when I had grown up, they had made me the leader of their army. "We trust you with the safety of our home and our people." Galadriel had said. That had been the greatest honour I had ever known.
Now after Elrond's message she had immediatly put together the most skilled warriors of the Golden Woods and sent them, with me as their leader, to Rohan.
I can still hear her gentle voice. "Be careful, Haldir, for you will stand against the greatest number of enemies which has been seen since the Battle of the Last Alliance."
The second knife slides into my body. Now I realize that I will die, there is no chance for me.
I hear Aragorn's voice shouting my name.
But I cannot answer.
Suddenly it is so hard to breath.
My eyes wander over those of my kin which have fallen already.
I have failed, dissapointed my Lady.
When we had entered Helm's Deep our hearts had been full of hope. As I had told the king and Aragorn we had been proud to renew the alliance between Elves and Men.
One time we had defeated Sauron side by side, I had been sure that we would be able to do it a second time.
But now that I see the faces of fallen Elves, which I have led to death, I don't believe in hope anymore.
Yes, now I realize that there has never been hope. We have been about 100, the Men a little more than 300, some of them old men and children, barely able to hold a sword. It had been impossible to defeat an army of 10.000 Uruk-Hai.
We should have known that!
Now I feel hands on my shoulders which try to support me. But I can already feel that life is fleeing my body.
I hear a voice desperately calling my name and I look up one last time.
I see stormy grey eyes, a greatness lies in their depths and I know that he is stronger than any man I have ever known. No, he does not show the weakness which has prevented the destruction of the One Ring.
He will survive this war, he will reunite his kingdom and save the world of Men.
His elvish name is Estel, which means Hope. Elrond has chosen wisely.
Never again will I walk through fair Lorien, never again will I see the beautiful face of my Lady.
But I know that hope will not die with me.
End
Please Read and Review!!!!
Disclaimer: All belongs to Tolkien!
Never again
Can this really be?
I feel the knife entering my body, destroying my life, destroying everything.
Elrond had sent a message to Lorien, asking the Lady Galadriel to help, to help the race of Men, to help his foster son Estel.
And of course she helped, she always helped.
As she had helped me when I was nothing but a small child. My parents had been killed then and Galadriel and her husband Celeborn had raised me and treated me like their own son. Later, when I had grown up, they had made me the leader of their army. "We trust you with the safety of our home and our people." Galadriel had said. That had been the greatest honour I had ever known.
Now after Elrond's message she had immediatly put together the most skilled warriors of the Golden Woods and sent them, with me as their leader, to Rohan.
I can still hear her gentle voice. "Be careful, Haldir, for you will stand against the greatest number of enemies which has been seen since the Battle of the Last Alliance."
The second knife slides into my body. Now I realize that I will die, there is no chance for me.
I hear Aragorn's voice shouting my name.
But I cannot answer.
Suddenly it is so hard to breath.
My eyes wander over those of my kin which have fallen already.
I have failed, dissapointed my Lady.
When we had entered Helm's Deep our hearts had been full of hope. As I had told the king and Aragorn we had been proud to renew the alliance between Elves and Men.
One time we had defeated Sauron side by side, I had been sure that we would be able to do it a second time.
But now that I see the faces of fallen Elves, which I have led to death, I don't believe in hope anymore.
Yes, now I realize that there has never been hope. We have been about 100, the Men a little more than 300, some of them old men and children, barely able to hold a sword. It had been impossible to defeat an army of 10.000 Uruk-Hai.
We should have known that!
Now I feel hands on my shoulders which try to support me. But I can already feel that life is fleeing my body.
I hear a voice desperately calling my name and I look up one last time.
I see stormy grey eyes, a greatness lies in their depths and I know that he is stronger than any man I have ever known. No, he does not show the weakness which has prevented the destruction of the One Ring.
He will survive this war, he will reunite his kingdom and save the world of Men.
His elvish name is Estel, which means Hope. Elrond has chosen wisely.
Never again will I walk through fair Lorien, never again will I see the beautiful face of my Lady.
But I know that hope will not die with me.
End