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Haldir strode through the forests he'd known since childhood. He was on patrol on the eastern borders of Lorien, the woodland realm of the Lord Celeborn and Galadriel, Lady of Light. He had pledged himself to protect both the Lord and Lady and their realm when he was but a young elf.
What else was he to do? Celeborn and Galadriel had taken him in as a child when his parents had been killed in the last war of elves and men. He had found deep compassion and profound comfort here in Lothlorien and he loved it deeply as he loved the Lord and Lady. He would protect them above all else and defend the home he loved.
But lately, he had a strange feeling about his duties. Yes, he rose in the mornings with one thought and his singular purpose in mind. Yet….there was something else floating in the back of his mind. A nagging feeling of apprehension combined with a slight tingle of excitement.
His years of service amongst the Lorien Guard had finely tuned his ability to perceive danger ahead of time. Combined with his high elven heritage he was adeptly attuned to foresee events but he was struggling with these misty feelings and vague visions of what was coming his way. It did not necessarily feel like danger but he felt the unmistakeable urge to be on his guard.
Sometimes he would awake with his lips tingling and a warmth in his loins as though he had spent the night with a loving elvish maid. Other times he would waken in deep concern, uncertain of his future with a desperate longing and unending emptiness within him. It would be long into the day and after many hours with his Guard comrades before he would shake these early morning feelings of utter aloneness and heartaching despair.
True, he had never found his one true love. His edar {soul mate} that elf-lore told would be known to him, the moment he laid eyes on her. This rapture had eluded him to date. He had had relations with not a small number of Lorien's elf-maids but none had captured his heart nor captivated his mind. For the most part, the maids of Lorien were beautiful but lacked the depthful spirituality and the compassion and wisdom that Galadriel embodied.
Yes, from the moment he'd set eyes on the Lady of Light as a young, orphaned elf he had fallen deeply in love with her. As had all elves that were fortunate enough to bear witness to her beauty and kindness.
His deepest dream was to find a maiden with even the faintest traces of Galadriel's qualities. An elvish beauty possessing both intelligence and strength of heart to grace his side for the eternity that blessed the elf-kind. So far, Haldir had found no lady even close to these standards. Secretly, he feared he'd set his sights too high and wished for the impossible.
In the meantime, he'd pledged himself to his guardship duties and tried to think of little else than becoming the best Captain of the Lorien Guard he could. His work took up a great deal of his time so finding his soulmate was easily pushed from his mind. Until now…..until these haunting, lonely dreams that nagged on his heart so.
What could they mean?
He was pulled from his thoughts by the sound of a horn. It was elvish. It was a warning. An enemy had been sighted nearby. He sprang towards the sound of the horn and unsheathed his sword as he ran.
