Disclaimer: If you thought for a second that these characters, and this universe was mine, you should go slam your head into a wall.

*Author's Note: I usually prefer to remain very faithful to Tolkien's books, but this story wouldn't work unless I went into the Movie-verse and imagined that elves came to Helm's Deep. If you are completely against the movie or that particular part (which I have called an abomination in the past...) then maybe this isn't the fic for you, but honestly, you may enjoy the story. Have Fun.

-Chelsea

Summary: Haldir/OC (female), Movie-verse. The consequences of his fall in the heart of his love.

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Chapter One: Loss

Gray eyes stared blankly up at her. They had once held such depth and emotion and now they held the cold, glazed look of death. She lifted her lover's head onto her lap and stroked his blond, bloody hair. The tears slowly began spilling down her cheeks as she rocked back and forth on her heels, cradling her fallen love. She clutched him ever tighter and closer to herself, in some vain attempt to believe that he was still with her, that everything was fine. Burying her head into his neck she let the sobs rack through her body as she realized that he was not going to return her embrace, he was actually gone.

Londe straightened her posture in order to look into the face of her love. She was trying to understand how he could be dead. Why was he taken from her? Why did it have to be him? How could he not be able to kiss her anymore? Why couldn't he hold her in his embrace? Why did they have to be so galant and save the men of Rohan? She didn't care about them, she didn't care about anyone all she cared about in the world was Haldir and now he was gone and she had nothing! Her grasp was destroyed and her true love struck down by some disgusting fiendish monster.

She screamed these questions out in her head until her emotions tore loose and she let out a mournful wail that shook the very foundations of the world. Legolas, her dear friend, tried to soothe her and take her from the gruesome scene, but all Thalichamiel recognized was that she was being pulled away from her love and she swatted the offender away. She wanted to be left alone to lay with her lover while she mourned.

"O Elbereth! Oh, oh, oh, oh, Haldir...Haldir. Why? why did this have to happen? We were so happy. Please don't be dead. Come back to me. I need you. I need you so much." Londe muttered these words over and over under her breath until they slurred into a moan of sorrow.

"Londe, please, you can't stay here," Legolas tried once more to bring her inside to rest,"you need to rest. You've had a straining day, we all have. You need to sleep."

"Go away...please."

Legolas, recognizing his defeat, slowly turned and walked away. He was need in healing the wounded men and elves. He knew that Londe would not be alone, there were friends everywhere. She just needed some time.

Londe's sobs began to diminish into whimpers and soon she lay silently next to Haldir, remembering all their time together.

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