First of all, I would like to say that my last Haldir L.S... really didn't meet up to my expectations so I deleted it. Sorry. Now.. Uh.. I think this will be a bit more... interesting..?

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Chapter 1

The Journey

An elf-maiden rode silently on her horse at the head of an elven company, made up of ten elves. She was on the yearly trip to Thranduil's realm, offering aid to destroy the evil that lingered there. Galadriel would have made the journey herself, but she was bedridden due to her pregnancy, and therefore Ithilia had taken her place. Not that she minded. Great joy had spread throughout the city at news of their Lady's pregnancy.

The Marchwarden of Lórien rode up beside the female elf whom was clad in weapons and armor with a cape. "Ithilia..." He murmured, silver eyes searching the elleth's white ones. The Lady glanced over before turning forward.

"What is it, Haldir?" The ancient female asked softly, eyes never leaving the forest path.

Silence followed after. Rúmil and Orophin rode up as well to the elleth. "Ithilia. You should be more excited. Lady Galadriel is expecting."

Ithilia's calm face twisted into a soft frown "I am sure Aegnor, Angrod, and Finrod would've made great uncles to the infant.. If only they were still here.." The elleth said it so softly, that the three brothers had to strain their keen ears to even hear her. Haldir looked at his beloved with a worried look in his silver eyes while the other two brothers shifted uncomfortably in their saddles. They knew how much Ithilia's brothers meant to her, therefore, when she learned of their deaths, she had gone silent for a few days before returning to her cheerful self.

The plains spread out before the company, but darkness was falling upon them fast. A little while later, they found boulders that were arranged in a way that would provide them shelter from the wind, and large enough to cover their mounts. Rúmil grinned "Well, would you look at that." Orophin agreed, his lips turned up in a smirk.

Once the group settled down, Ithilia walked over to Haldir who was isolated from the others, sharpening his sword. She sat down beside him, watching the gleaming metal in his hands shine softly from the glow of the fire. After several minutes, the ellon set his sword down and looked over at the elf who sat next to him, hands behind her, supporting her as she gazed up at the starry sky.

He traced her faraway gaze to the sky's brightest light. Eärendil. "The star brings us hope." Ithilia murmured, finally coming back to herself. She looked over at the Marchwarden "Hope for another safe journey."

Haldir smiled softly, his left hand moving over to clasp her right one. "Do not fear. We will all make it back to the woods of Caras Galadhon after we aid King Thranduil. We will celebrate for many things." A few moments later, he met the gaze of the she-elf, the ghostly pale hue boring into Haldir's. "Besides, with your immense magical power, I'm sure King Thranduil's realm will be cleansed after a few more visits." He joked.

Ithilia scoffed, looking to the campsite to see everyone settling down. "I take that as an insult." She said in mock hurt, turning back to look at her fiancé. Haldir merely smirked in reply before he got up to put away his sword while The Lady of the Moon went over to settle down to her own space. She whistled softly, calling her horse, Araela. The bay-colored mare trotted over, laying down beside the bedroll and against a rock. Ithilia smiled and laid down on her back, staring up at the sky once more. She could faintly hear the horse beside her grazing on the grass, reaching it's neck to get what it can.

The elleth found it comforting to know that her life-long companion was always safe. Araela isn't a normal horse. She's immortal like the elves. Soon enough, Haldir came over and laid down on his own bedroll that was beside the elleth's. Since he was very tired, he bid his lover a good night before pulling his cloak over himself, falling asleep like the others. Orophin was on watch with another elf, but Ithilia stayed awake.

She was already up and about by the time everyone started waking up. Rúmil yawned loudly, stretching while doing so. He sniffed the air like a dog and perked up "Is that your famous stew?" He said happily, fumbling around to get up and walk over, kicking many other elves in the process.

"Rúmil! Don't disturb the others!" The she-elf hissed, motioning to the sky. It wasn't light yet. The ellon just plopped down in front of the fire, staring at the pot intently. "Patrol was not silent. Orcs were crawling in the shadows." Ithilia informed as she lifted the top and stirred the food and liquid within.

Rúmil smiled when she fussed over the food. "You shall be a wonderful mother one day... Oh! I hope you cook for us every night because you're my soon-to-be-sister!" He grinned. The elleth rolled her eyes and glanced up at the sky before she abandoned the stew to walk over to her items. Araela had gotten up to go back to her comrades so the spot where the horse used to be, was cool. The ellon sitting before the fire looked slightly afraid when she came back, all ready to move out after they ate.

Ithilia smiled and asked evilly "Rúmil, will you help your dear sister a hand?"

He gulped "Uh-oh."

"Go on, I'm growing older waiting for you." She said, sitting on the stool beside the fire while the other elf sighed and hopped onto a boulder. He gulped, glancing down at the female. Ithilia rolled her eyes and gestured him to yell already.

The fair haired ellon took a deep breath in before yelling out his lungs. "WE'RE UNDER ATTACK!" He had a set of lungs so the elleth winced when it reached her sensitive ears. Therefore, for the other elves that were sleeping, they jumped up and unsheathed their weapons, looking around frantically but glared at Rúmil when they saw and heard nothing.

"Rúmil!" Orophin bellowed, clearly angry that his brother awoke him from his usual 'beauty sleep'. The elf on the boulder cowered away slightly before pointing at the elf who was peacefully sitting behind the crowd, near the fire, making breakfast.

"It was her idea!" He whimpered out pathetically.

When everyone turned their heads, Ithilia put on an innocent face with an eyebrow raised "Now what did I do to take the blame? I'm just a helpless elf sitting beside the fire, making your breakfast so we can move on already..." She trailed off, turning back to the fire and picking up a bowl, filling it with warm stew. Everyone shrugged and came over, each taking their portions.

Haldir smirked "You really are the master of trickery."

"Oh, it isn't me, Haldir. It's Aranel who is the real master." She corrected while putting everything away.

The group was on the move again, clearly happy because of the incident this morning. Rúmil had received good hard slaps on the back while Ithilia got compliments of her cooking. Currently, Rúmil was sulking at the back of the company. "Look! The forests of Mirkwood!" Haldir had Ithilia change because it was custom for the Lady to be presentable. As they neared the forest, everyone tensed at the evil presence lingering within. Even the horses were jittery. "He he... well... At least we finally arrived..?" Rúmil said. To Ithilia and the others, it sounded more like a question than a statement.

A/N;

So... Yeah. That's my next attempt at a Haldir/OC LS.

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