Author's Note:Meh... Just some story. A Haldir-ish story. May involve romance later on, no graphical crap though. Just Haldir's life how I perceive it ^_^

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Sunlight flooded into the wood of Lorien, lighting it up brilliantly in the waking hours of morning. The smell of Spring was in the air, of life renewing itself. The trees were green and their trunks silver-grey. The floor was decorated with a brilliant golden hue. Elves were speaking in their own tongue, and sometimes their clear voices broke into fresh and crisp song. And some were silent, listening to nature's everlasting song: the birds singing, the leaves rustling in the fresh morning breeze, bees buzzing about, busying themselves with bee-like work.
The only one to seem rather unhappy was the ambassador of Lorien as he stomped through the forest. First day of spring and he had to sit in a tree all day and watch the sun go by! Why didn't he just let his brother get the job? He knew not.
As he stormed and grumbled and cursed whenever bramble attempted to get in his way, he ran into a figure. Shorter of height it was than Haldir, for Haldir was tall, even for an Elf. Out of my way! Haldir cryed as he regained balance.
said a male voice in a very annoying tone, Don't have time for your little brother?
Haldir groaned, Sorry, Rumil, but no, I don't.
And with that, he lifted his baby brother, turned a bit, and set him down, going on his way before Orophin could say a word.

Orophin only smirked. Annoying Haldir was so fun! Better than Rumil even. And Rumil was all too fun to taunt, though three quarters of the time he was brushing his hair and flirting with female Elves. This, Orophin found amusing. Since his oldest brother was seemingly busy with ambassadory duties, he might as well go off to find Rumil. Rather amusing that his own brother couldn't tell the difference. After all, Rumil was the prissy one, and Orophin was the annoying one! Was it really that hard? Maybe Haldir was just overworked or something.

Vedui', Haldir! Said Arame, an accquaintance of Haldir, out of the very few. Haldir was usually so anti-social, and rather scared of females, for what reason, none knew. Haldir jumped at the sudden voice that penetrated his thoughts of wading into Nimrodel and laying on the rich emerald grass thereafter.
--his greeting was interrupted by a hasty yawn-- He thought for a moment who the Elf was, He said finally as he rubbed his eyes in attempt to make his vision a bit clearer.
Woke up on the wrong side of the tree this morning, Haldir? Arame waved a hand in front of the silver-haired ambassador's face.
I didn't wake up at all. I never got any sleep. Haldir ignored the fair Elven-hand of the annoying male Elf in front of him.
Poor Haldir! Arame cryed, clapping his hands together, Shall I make you some tea?
Haldir scowled and went on his way, pushing Arame out of the path.
After awhile, Haldir's booted feet wandered off the path in search for a desserted place where he could rest for a moment or two. After all... He didn't have to guard until nine, and it was seven thirty. He still had an hour and a half to do whatever he pleased. Perhaps he'd take a nap, or frolic in the trees, or just sit in a tree and watch the milky white clouds go sailing by. Or he could sing, or wade in the Nimrodel, or bathe in the sun. Or go to his secret fort, which he built when he was only an Elfling. Heh. How funny.

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Weee! ^___^ Well... This could really turn out to be a story. Tell me in reviews if I should continue or no =D

~Mr. Kittlez

P.S. I've no clue what the name Arame' means. No clue at all. And in such a case, you cannot yell at me, cause I didn't feel like researching a bunch of Elvish crap just for a name. Thank you!