*After Note: Hey I changed something here. After reading it through again, I realized what a bad sense of direction I have and that I said that Elves sail East instead of West. So that was changed.*
A/Ns: First off, I just want to say that this is my FIRST LOTR fic, so if I get something wrong, please correct me nicely. I'm sort of new to LOTR so yeah. Go easy on me. And for God's sake don't flame me!!
Second, I got this idea when I saw The Two Towers for the second time. I was thinking about what would happen if one of the Elves who went to Helm's Deep to fight that got killed had a lover who was waiting for them to come back. And then I saw Haldir die (*sob*) and was like, "Okay, I'm definitely using him." Just because I'm too lazy to think up another name.
So I went out and bought myself a copy of The Silmarillion (which I'd been meaning to do anyway) and picked out a name and ta da! And I apologize in advance for any mistakes.
Third, this isn't a Mary-Sue. I don't do Mary-Sues. It isn't my thing. So all you Mary-sue haters can continue because I do not see any for miles.
Lastly, conversations between the elves are in Elvish. Or they should be. Use your imagination. That's why you have it.
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Dinuial sat upon a small rock with her legs crossed by a small creek in the Woods of Lothlorien. bright green grass that seemed to have a golden shine surrounded her. The water in the creek was as clear as glass and sparkled continuously as if undaunted by the presence of anything around it. The trees around her seemed to be so tall that they looked as if their growth never ended. Dinuial smiled lightly as a frog-like creature jumped into the creek from a slippery log, but got stuck between two other rocks. She bent over and helped the tiny creature free itself.
Dinuial was one of the Elves of Lothlorien. She was as beautiful as she was intelligent, with piercing eyes of bright green and long golden curls that fell to her waist which was tied back with various ornaments made of tiny white flowers. There were little braids woven throughout her hair and a few wisps strayed and fell into her pale face. She wore a long, bottle green dress with wide sleeves and a silver cloak.
Dinuial yawned and pulled a small piece of parchment and a feather pen from her cloak and began to sketch the creek. Soon she began to sing to herself quietly. However, the elf was not as content as she seemed.
Unbeknownst to her, she was being watched. Another elf stood behind one of the trees staring at the young maiden silently. He was dressed in a black shirt, black pants, and boots with a greenish gray cloak on top. Upon his back was a quiver of arrows and he held a bow in his hands. He also wore a sword at his side. The top half of his shoulder-length blonde hair was pulled back into a braid and two long strands fell loose in front of his ears. His name was Haldir, and he was the Guardian of Lothlorien.
Dinuial let out a desolate sigh and smiled at the creek sadly. She put the objects in her hands back into her cloak and stood up. She looked around and suddenly realized she had no idea where she was or how she had gotten there. She had been so distracted by her thoughts while walking that she had gone much farther then she should've.
"I must be miles from where I started out," she said to herself softly. "And I know not how to get back. I guess I shall wander till I do."
Enter the Guardian
, thought Haldir upon hearing this. He took an arrow and set it into his bow and stepped out from behind the tree."Who goes there?" he called out to Dinuial. Dinuial gasped and turned, suddenly aware of her companion. She watched him nervously as he slowly walked towards her. "Who are you and why are you all the way out here?" he asked, stopping right in front of her.
Dinuial looked at him suspiciously. "I ask the same of you," she replied. "Tell me your name and I shall speak mine."
"I am the Guardian of these woods," Haldir replied. "I am called Haldir. I have told you my name, now tell me of yours."
Dinuial nodded and smiled. "That would explain why you are here." she responded, directly avoiding his question of who she was. She took a few steps back and looked over at the creek, then back.
"May I ask why a lady has wandered this far into the forest?" Haldir asked.
Dinuial shrugged. "I have no reason as valiant as yours, Lord Haldir." she replied with a hint of arrogance in her voice. "I am simply lost. I was taking a walk and wandered too far." Dinuial glanced at his bow, looked back up at Haldir and smirked. "It would do you good to lower your weapon." she stated. "I am unarmed, and therefore no threat to you. I assure you that I am from these woods, and I don't think the Lady of the Wood would be pleased if you were to harm a fellow Galadhrim."
She bowed leisurely, deliberately revealing the low neckline of her dress to the elf before her. Haldir laughed as she straightened up again.
"Your attempts to entice me are in vain." he announced. "For I am not as easily ensnared as others."
"I haven't any idea what you are talking about." answered Dinuial calmly. "I do nothing of that nature. And if I were to, it certainly wouldn't be directed towards you."
Haldir frowned. "I have no time to play word games with you, milady. I would like your name."
"Dinuial." Dinuial answered, turning away from Haldir. "Since you are the Guardian, you must know these woods well, correct?"
Haldir nodded. "I do."
Dinuial glanced over her shoulder at him. "Could you possibly-"
"I am ordered to lead all those who have lost their way back to their dwellings." He responded, cutting her off. "Follow me, and I suggest that you do not wander alone anymore, Lady Dinuial. Just because it is guarded doesn't mean these woods are safe."
"That's exactly why I do." Dinuial replied sharply. Haldir turned and walked over to her, a look of anger upon his face.
"I do not find your sarcasm to be funny, milady. It would be wise not to go shooting your mouth off to just anyone." Haldir turned away from her with a small grin creeping across his face. "You might get yourself into a hole you cannot get out of."
Dinuial glared at him. "One is not always being sarcastic, Lord Haldir."
Haldir looked back at her, but she had drawn her hood over her head and would not speak to him anymore. He sighed and began to walk out of the clearing with Dinuial following. As they walked throughout the tall, green trees and the fading light of the sun, Haldir stole a glance at the silent maiden beside him thoughtfully. He wondered what she had meant by "One is not always being sarcastic." Perhaps her time in Middle Earth was coming to an end and she would soon be sailing into the West. Maybe that's why she walked about so freely in Lorien; she wanted to spend the rest of her time in Middle Earth doing what she loved to do.
His thoughts were interrupted as he felt the burning gaze of Dinuial upon him. He looked over at her. "What is it?" he asked quietly.
Dinuial pointed to the sky. "Twilight approaches us."
"That is aright, Milady, for we are very near to our destination." Haldir pointed at the faint glow of silver lights in the distance. "Do you not see the lights? We will soon be in Caras Galadhon."
"'Tis not what I meant, Haldir." she replied softy. "I do not wish to return this night, and I would prefer if you were to leave me here."
Haldir looked around at their surroundings. They were in a small clearing which was surrounded by many tall trees. The gold-green glow of the grass and the silvery sparkle that the creek gave off made the place seem very tranquil. Spiraling around one of the trees was a shimmering staircase that led up to a small platform. It seemed safe enough, yet Haldir felt something was amiss and spoke of it too.
"Why do you wish to remain here?" he asked her. Dinuial shrugged. "This is one of the older tree-dwellings. I do not believe it is safe."
"I have stayed here many a night, and I am very fond of it." Dinuial answered. "I assure you it is safe."
She turned and walked towards the staircase. As she began to climb it, she looked down at Haldir and smiled. "You should go back to your duties, Lord Haldir!" she called. "I thank you for your help and for getting me here safely. Good evening!"
"I bid you farewell also, Lady Dinuial!" Haldir replied, looking back and nodding. For a single moment their eyes met and Dinuial felt something stir inside her. A feeling she could not describe, yet she still felt it to be good. She suddenly recoiled and started up the stairway again. Haldir watched her until she disappeared from his view.
"Till we meet again." Both unknowingly whispered at the same time.
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A/Ns: Like I said, use your focking imagination. Also, if anyone is actually reading this which I seriously doubt (Except for Blade, in which case I say Hello.), do tell me nicely if I got something wrong.
And I also request to know whether or not Elves go to this "Heaven" place of theirs [which I know the name of, I'm just to lazy to remember/go get The Silmarillion.:)] if they die? Like as in, of sorrow (Also need that explained to me) or in battle? Or do they just die?
It might help me out in future.
And even if this doesn't get any reviews, I'm going to continue just because I can (can-can.) Have a peachy day. And I hope that you enjoyed it so far.
P.S. In case you care, Dinuial means "Silent Twilight" which I thought was cool. *shrugs* Sounds better in Sindarin.