~ladystarlet~ I don't own any of the LOR, Amy is of my own work and imagination. Please review!
"CLASH !"
Haldir parried and stabbed his keen elven sword deep into the heart of the orc before him that nearly managed to decapitate one of the Rorriam warriors on the battlements of Helm's Deep. The elf sidestepped to the right and pulled out his sword and swept his sword though the orc's thick neck with a elven battle cry. The rain came pouring into the ditches of the battlements, causing the stones to become slippery and wet with blood and gore from the dying and the fallen. Haldir pulled out a hidden dagger out of his vambarace and stabbed the orc in the neck for sufferance and pulled it across it's ugly neck and pulled it out, panting.
The cry of the men of Rohan and their fellow comrades as they fought to keep up the deference of Helm's Deep 's walls from the Army of samuron and his ten thousand strong Oruki as the orcs's continued to pour over the battlements like ants in a anthill. There were only about 1,00 strong Rohimm men left to fight and what was left of Haldir's small army of Elven warriors and archers. It was getting more grim as more and more men and elf were cut down by the cruel blade of the Orulki orcs of the white hand. They didn't have any possible chance to win this imposable battle if they didn't have any reinforcements by morning.
" I pray to valar, that we all try to make up out of here." He thought , while running across the battlements, fighting off orcs here and there and giving encouragement to the Rohimm and his own men. Haldir was one thousand and forty five years old in the eyes of mortal men. And considered a enable catch among the elven women. He was unweded and was very handsome and well toned with grey eyes and long shoulder length golden blond hair. But due to the years of guarding the realm of Lady Galandriel, traveling abroad from time to time and fighting orcs, Halidir didn't have time to settle down and have a wife and children. Right now there was a war to fight in middle earth against Sadroun and quest to rule all the races of middle earth by the power of the one ring. Halidr ducked into a roll towared a narrow gully way that was filled with the dead bodies of both man and orc alike and managed to take an orce down with his dagger in the throat and turning swiftly on the other orc behind him with a heavy swing of his elven sword.
"GARRRRRRRRRRRR!" The white painted face of the orc roared his challenge swung it's own upward and came down swift. The orc missed and sidestepped to the side to distract the elf. The captain didn't fall for it. He rolled backwards and stabbed upward into the orc's shoulder in an upward sweep and lopped off the head. it fell in toe rain soaked mud before Haldir with a heavy thud! The elf didn't even pause for a second as another one came up from behind and tried to catch him unawares. the elf turned quickly away for a second and the charged at it with a elven battle cry.
They orc and him met with mighty thrusts and parries of their swords. Haldir hit from his right and swung upward and came down diagonally as the orc parried the blow and punched Haldir in the face with an iron covered fist. For a brief moment, he saw stared and became dizzy. The big orc screamed. Haldir's vision came back , just in time to duck out of the way from the death blow of his opponent. Haldir landed hard against the stone wall, bruising his ribs and he winced slightly as he felt his mithr'el mail stab into his fair skin. Halidr pushed himself up and swung at the orc with all of his elven strength His sword hit home and the orc bent down to pull it out of the armor when all of a sudden agony like red hot fire, broke out in his back l. He fell to his knees and could barley focus on someone calling his name.
"Haldir!"
Haldir saw a body of a dead elven archer nearby not too far from him. Cruel orc barbed arrows stood out of his body and a huge gash across his chest told him how the elf died. "So this is how death looks like to us, immortal beings." Haldir thought bitterly as his vision rapidly became dim and dark. He didn't feel himself fall to the ground. He allowed his eyes to close and his breathing became shallower. a mighty roaring noise broke out and Halidr felt a numbing coldness surround him and felt something hard and wet hit his face and body. The last thing he remembered before succumbing to the darkness was a sharp sound and then nothing. Just the cold darkness and feeling alone and numb inside while fire and pain continued to burn his back and wounds.
~Southern California, present day, 2010~
"Amy! do you need a lift home? A young blond teen called from the doorway of a Kitty's Nightclub to the long brunnet teenager, dressed in a pink mini skirt, fishnet stockings aqua strapless tank top and spiky two inch high heels. Amy laughed out loud.
"Are you kidding, Mary? I've already called for my ride long time ago to come pick me up at ten." She looked at her silver watch and pointed with a slender finger. "See? its ten already on the dot." She beamed.
Mary rolled her eyes upward at the heavens and smiled slightly. "Just making sure, girl that you do go home and not some other nightclub and party till dawn. What will your mother say to that?" Amy stuck her tongue out at her playfully and giggled as a black sports car pulled up to the curb beside her. "Goodnight Mary." she called back to her as she got inside and shut the front door.
"See you Monday at school." Mary shouted though cupped hands. She watched her friend drive off and sighed tiredly. It had been a long night, but at least her friend was going home before her curfew tonight. No worries here about Amy. She was always the smart one in the head when it came to her responsibility as a daughter and trainee to be a doctor. Ant that was why Mary always kept an eye out for her friend whenever Amy's mom, Mrs. Lock, was abroad with her newest ans second husband, James Lock. At least she will be alright once she's home.
"Bye guy's, see ya at school." Amy said as she stepped out of the car and shut the door closed. She looked up at her parent's three story mansion and sighed. Another long dreary night alone in a big mansion, while mom was away on her vacation with her new husband Jeff. She took her time unlocking the front door and walked inside with a sigh.
"Man, if only I could just have one night of just being normal without such a big house." Amy groaned while slipping out of her jacket and high heels. She tossed them onto the nearby sofa without a backward glance. "Now for a long needed hot bubbly bath."
Amy headed for the first floor bathroom, feeling too tired to bother going upstairs to her own bedroom to take her bath. This was what you got for having a three story mansion. Too many unused rooms that took up too much space and being a pain in the rear to keep up the maintenance. Amy took a good look at herself in the mirror and made a slight face at her body image. She had always thought she was never really pretty to the eyes of others. Ignoring the mirror, she drew her bath, watching it fill up with bubbles and steamy hot water.
Musing, she thought about her slightly 5'3 height, slender built. Amy always made time to work out once or twice a week when she could during her busy scheduled at school, but never,ever had she once been asked out by a guy. Its was just something about her that just made guys want to stay away from her overall. She smirked out loud. What was the use about being concern with what she looked like toward others when no one even bothered to pay attention to her anyway?
Slipping into the hot bath slowly, she was just about to submerge her whole body under the water, when a low moaning noise reached her ears though the bathroom window overhead. Amy felt a creeping shiver crawl though her body as she heard it again, this time a little more louder to the point she thought it sounded like a human groaning in pain. Amy dashed out of the tub, grabbing her nearby terry robe and her baseball bat by the door where she kept just in case. The noise sounded like it was coming from outside in the herb garden that her mother kept for medical purposes.
Amy paused for a brief second at the patio door, biting her lip. Going back inside, she grabbed the flashlight and headed back out, swearing under her breath as she ran the light over the backyard. "Hello? Is anyone out there?" She said.
All kinds of different scents of herbs and night air hit her nose as she walked slowly along the brick path that led toward the small herb garden.
"Hello?" She called again a little bit louder while continuing to scan the grass with her light. "Is there someone out here?"
Suddenly to her she heard the groan again. It was much closer to her now and it really did sound like someone was in dire pain. Amy wanted to go back inside the house and call the police but something told her in her gut to go see what is was that was making that noise. Tightly gripping her robe with a sweaty hand, she told herself to not scream as she followed the noise to one of the back yard trees that stood closer to where she and mom kept their herb garden. She could see a a shad ow of a figure laying on the ground in a crumbled heap. As Amy got closer, she could easily hear something like ragged breathing that were almost too shallow, along with a unusual odor that smelled like the mixture of blood and sweat.
"H-h-hello? Are you hurt?" She called as she slowly crept forward, inch by inch until she saw under the beaming light of her flash light, that is was a young man dressed very oddly in something that looked like heavy metal pieces and a red crimson cloak with gold thread woven into intricate designs of flowers. She knelt beside him and reached out to part the long blond locks of hair from his face.
What Amy saw made her gasp sharply and pull her hand away as if she had been burned with fire.
The blond guy was very handsome, so handsome to the point that it made every boy she had been dating in the past two years look like complete shit. Despite the blood mixed with sweat and grim on his fair face, she could see that he could be close to her age, perhaps even older by a few years. The stranger slowly opened his eyes and focused them for a moment on her. The man faintly said something to her in a foreign tongue that sounded like music to her ears, before wincing sharply when he moved his arm towards her.
Amy wasn't sure if she was dreaming, but obviously this was a real guy that was in need of immediate help. "I'm sorry but I don't understand you, sir." She said as she scanned the rest of his body with her flashlight. "Are you hurt? Do you need for me to call for help?" She asked with concern. The blond shook his head and gestured behind him and back at her before collapsing in a dead faint. Amy felt panic rise in her brain as she frantically grabbed his shoulder nearest to her and shook him hard.
"Hey! Wake up dude! What the hell is the matter with you and what the hell are you doing in my backyard?" She cried. She shook him again for good measure, but all she got was silence from him. Amy pulled her hand back and found blood covering all of it. She felt her body shake uncontrollably as she looked back at his still form. With trembling fingers, she check his pulse and found it still beating, but it was only faintly.
"I have to call for help, sir." She told him, hoping that he would understand her. "You are hurt and you need a doctor to see what is wrong with you." She began to pull away from him when all of a sudden she felt hard fingers tightly grab her wrist that was hovering over him and tighten to the point she cried out in pain. Amy struggled as she saw that the man had regained consciousnesses once more and was alert enough to glare up at her with piercing grey eyes that made her heart skip a beat. He seemed to have sensed that he was hurting her and slightly loosened his grip but didn't let go when she tried to take her hand back.
"Let go of me!" She cried, still trying to get her hand away from him. "Don't you want me to help you or not?"
He said something again in his foreign tongue at her that sounded like an insult. Anger quickly took over her for a moment and before she knew it, she had dropped the flashlight in her other free hand and slapped him hard across he face. His head went to the side, but seemed to have little affect on him as he slowly turned back to her and said something that sounded like a question.
Amy shot him her worst death glare that she could think would curl milk into curds. "Listen to me, you trespassed onto my property and second of all, I have the right to call the police on you and have you arrested. And third," She added in a much louder tone. "I DO NOT UNDERSTAND WHAT THE FUCK YOU ARE SAYING!"
The guy actually had the nerve to laugh at her for a moment before he made a grimace of pain. Amy pulled at her hand. "Hey, at least let me go so that I can see what the hell is bothering you."
He made a grunting noise that sounded like a ok from him to her ears. Amy felt his fingers slacken around her wrist. Quickly taking advantage before he even though of grabbing her again, she pulled her hand away and scooted a foot from him to give herself a quick breather.
Ok then. She had a unknown man whom she did not understand what he was saying to her, bleeding away in her backyard. Now what was she going to do now? Amy stared for a long moment at him, lost in her thoughts. Against her better judgment, she suddenly reached out against towards his face, keeping an eye out in case he decided to pull something on her again and fully pulled back his hair from his face. Amy felt her eyes pop out of her head and her mouth drop to the ground as she saw a pointed ear. "What the-" She ejaculated. The man opened up his eyes and mumbled something to her and motioned to his back again, this time openly groaning with pain as he tried to get up into a sitting position.
Amy reached out without thinking as she somehow managed to prevent him from falling forward onto his face. "Whoa there, I don't know that the hell you are, but you are in no condition to be putting your body through that sort of stress if you are in pain like this." She warned as she helped him lie back down on the ground. She bite her lip as she touched his ear with her fingers and found that it was warm and very much real.
What the hell was going on? Was she dreaming about everything that was happening? The sickly smell of blood that reached her nose told her that this was not a dream and it was very much real, no matter how bad she wanted it to not be real at all. Amy looked down at his breathing form, her mind conflicted to the max.
One side of her wanted to call the police and have them hull this strange freak away off of her property, but the other told her of what could happened to him if they were to find that he was...not natural. For all she knew based on what she saw in TV shows and movies, they would call the FBI or CIA and they would quarantine him and do tons of exspiraments in a big lab,putting him through pain and torture so they could see what made him different from them.
Would you really want him to be put through all of that just because you are scared of a pointy ear?
But he isn't 'normal' at all. She argued in her head. It is better that he is taken to someplace of where he could be treated an evaluated by doctors about his condition.
Oh really? Her other half said with amusement. Then I suppose you are willing to let a wounded man dye in the hands of people who know no pity when it comes down to something that they fear. He obviously didn't hurt you, and even if he tried to, he would be too weak to life a weapon against you. Better for you to take him into the house and treat his wounds and find out for yourself who he is and what he needs.
Amy groaned in frustration as she fought within herself. She looked down at him. He was alone and completely defenseless as long as he was in his weakened state. For all she knew, he could be dying. She recalled the scared look in his grey eyes. It was of desperation and determination to try and make her understand him even though she didn't know what he was asking of her. Calling herself an idiot with a soft heart, she knelt beside him and tried to shake him back to conciseness
"Hey blonde " She said sharply. "I need for you to wake up so that you can try and help me get you onto your feet." She tapped his face until she saw his eyes open and slowly focus onto her. Recognition lit within them and she thought she saw a slight smile on his face but didn't really get to see it since it was so dark outside. She placed herself under his arm and tried to pull him up, but was easily taken down when she found that his gear and combined weight was too much for her to handle.
"Damn, what are you made out of blonde?" She complained as she tried for another go ahead.
"Haldir."
Amy almost dropped him in shock. "What?" She asked. The man grimaced as he felt her tug on his armor. Amy quickly tighten her hold onto him as he struggled to get to his feet without crushing the young woman. "Haldir." He repeated again. When he saw that she was only staring blankly back at him. He pointed to himself and repeated the word again. "Haldir."
It took Amy a long moment to realize that what he was saying to her in his own language was his name. "Oh! Haldir. You name I am guessing. Well I am Amy." She replyied, pointing with her free hand to herself. That seemed to loosen him up a bit because he smile at her through his pain and said it with that musical sound voice of his. "Amy"
She nodded her head as she somehow managed to get him up to his feet with him supporting half of his weight on her shoulder. "Yes, now Amy is going to take you into her home and see what it is that is wrong with you." She said in an encouraging voice as she used her flashlight to guide them back along the stone path walkway. It seemed like forever that they slowly made their way to the back door with an occasional stop for Haldir to catch his breath for a moment and for her to wipe the sweat from her brow. She checked his pulse once they made it through the front door and found that even though it was stronger slightly, this man was still very much hurt and she wasn't quite sure what exactly what it was that he was in pain from until she managed to get him to lie down for her to check.
Where am I supposed to put him now? She groaned in her head. She could just dump him onto the couch nor could she get him up to one of the upstairs guestrooms without him passing out from all the climbing and possibly fainting from his bleeding. Amy grumbled softly, but guided him firmly into her own bedroom where she was staying and helped him lie down on his stomach. He immediately passed out again, this time from sheer exhaustion then rather from his pain.
Amy wiped the sweat from her brow with the sleeve of her robe and sat down for a moment, breathing hard. Taking him in with her eyes, she found that she would need to strip him down in order to treat his wounds. Sighing heavily, she began the daunting task of taking each piece of armor off his body and placing them beside the bed, wincing every time she heard their heaviness hit the wooden floor. Good God, how heavy was all of these anyway? I could barely lift the bigger ones without falling over!
After an hour and half of mistakenly removing the armor from his body and finding a hidden stash of small weapons that made her shiver, she groaned once more as she found herself looking at his under clothes. She slowly took off what looked like a fine chained vest mad out of pearls and set them aside on a nearby chair and focused her attention to removing the rest of his clothing. That didn't take very long since they were light. And nicely made too. She noted as she pulled off his boots and socks. It was then she noted the large gaping hole in his back once she had come back with some gloves and her mother's medical kit. She took a look at it. Haldir had lost a lot of blood, but it had looked like that his vest is what saved his life and prevented him for losing even more so despite the bloodied state of his shirt she had removed.
"Looks like this large wound will need stitching." She said softly as she pulled out a needle and stitching thread. She injected him with a low dose of morphine that would help with the pain. She then cleansed and sterilized the wound as best as she could before starting the slow job of stitching up his back. It was already past three in the morning by the time she had finished up and bandaged his whole mid-section and tended to the other minor wounds on his body.
Amy yawned loudly and stretched her arms over her head. It was then that she found that her left wrist had bruised finger marks around it. She lightly touched it with her other hand and looked up at the sleeping form of the man or being, responsible for the bruise. She pulled the sheet over his body and placed a light quilt to keep him warm before dimming the lights low enough to where it would not disturb him, but still have enough light to where she could check up occasionally to see how he was progressing. Amy gently pulled his hair back from his face and found that his face had a peaceful expression now.
Pity stirred in her heart as she gently took a wet towel and wiped away the grime and blood off his face until all she saw was a very faint glow appear on his skin. She didn't know what could have possibly possessed her to do so, but she leaned over and placed a soft kiss on his cheek. She took a spare heavy blanket and pillow from the living room couch and decided to lay beside him until later on in the morning. She laid herself next to him where he could see her face in case he was to take up before her and just watched him for a while before eventually her own pure exhaustion got the best of her body and mind and she too, was drifting into a deep asleep.
~Meanwhile in Middle Earth~
Lady Galandriel watched the image of the girl and Haldir sleeping slowly fade away until all what was left was just her own reflection in the water along with the stars above. He was safe for now in the hands of someone kind enough to recognize that he was in need.
She wasn't quite sure what had happened but she had sensed something powerful had transported him to another world of where her own powers were completely powerless. Galandriel waved a hand over the waters but they remain dark, the image that she had just seen for the time being, lost to her gift of sight.
"May our creator look over you, loyal guardian of Lordrian," She said softly to the waters. "She will guide you back to us soon once it is time for you to return home by the same way you came. Have no fear of the unknown and just follow what your heart says. I am always with you Haldir, no matter how far you are from the woods of which you were born in."