Author's Note: This is my first time fiction about Haldir and this is also the first time I am writing things from the POV of the characters. So, please let me know how it is. Thank you!

- Anarya of Lorien

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters that you are familiar with and believe me Anya is mine.

Thoughts and dreams (they are thoughts in a way) are in italics.

CRYSTAL DREAMS

Chapter – 1 (Confusions…)

Anya's Point of view:

A very humid day. And History of Magic was not exactly the best diversion. Professor Binns droned on as my head fell from my propped elbow for the second time. Did that man – er – ghost notice anything at all? I screwed up my eyes to bring them back to focus. From the illustrations on the blackboard today, we were learning something about elves. I was in my seventh year. And why hadn't I dropped History of magic when I had the chance last year? Because, it was either this or Divination and I would swap divination for anything anytime!

I was brought out of my dreamy stupor by the bell. Good, it was break and boy did I ever deserve one! Slowly I put back the monstrous volume of 'Ancient and lost civilizations by Atlanta Feanor' and got up slowly from my seat. I was walking back still half asleep when,

"Anya! Lost again never to be found?" a dreamy voice asked me. I started a little before turning back to smile at a pair of the dreamiest blues I had ever known.

"Clara! I was expecting you. So, how was – er – divination?" she seemed elated at being questioned about her favorite subject.

"Oh! It was really superb! Today, we did crystal gazing and can you imagine who I Saw?"

I tried my best not to roll my eyes. "I would dearly like to know." I said monotonously. Maybe my tone would get her away from that wretched subject! But there was no escape that day.

"Oh I Saw you! You were in a wood, unconscious!"

"We don't have care for magical creatures, Clara! Not yet." Her smile became even dreamier if possible. She had not heard me, just as I feared.

"It was an enchanted wood! It had leaves of gold and an ethereal light glowed all day long! The people were beautiful and songs and merriment were abound and aplenty! It was wonderful."

She sighed. But she was not the only one.

"Clara, I think we are going to miss our seats for lunch. I don't want a seat close to Julius. Not again."

"Oooh! Why is that?"

"Nothing." I said.

Clara was my best friend. But there were certain things I didn't tell her. For her own good. If I was to say that Julius Benedik was staring at me as though I was a creature from another world and calling me by a name I didn't even know, then Clara would have a seizure of dreaminess and out would come the portable crystal ball she carried with her every where she went! Another time I see those white vapors, I would be sick!

"Okay! But he comes from a family of celebrated Seers. I would take it as a privilege!"

I smiled at the blonde head beside me as I linked arms with her and dragged her towards the dining room.

"Then why deny you the 'privilege'?"

She smiled back as the both of us walked back towards the dining room.

Haldir's Point of view:

It had been twenty-eight years since I first came here. Every day of those twenty-eight years, I wondered. What had I erred to the Valar that they punish me like this? The snow drifted slowly down towards the white earth. The dead of winter, and yet I stood there. The only living creature in that premise. A stone carving of a glorious tree adorned her resting place.

"Laurelin." I breathed. "Melamin," what more could I say? What more could I say to make her believe that I felt pain so great that soon I would join her in the halls of Mandos. I would die of a broken heart. A heart that broke twenty-eight years ago.

"Captain." he called from behind.

"Orophin, you needn't have come. The borders need experienced warriors. As March Wardens, we-"

"Do you underestimate your brothers?" he jested. But it was still laced with sadness. I smiled a little.

"No," I turned to face him. "I don't. But Rumil shall kill me if I leave him alone. Especially in this weather."

The brightness of mirth left a little from his eyes. "He will understand, Haldir. I understand." I nodded my head.

They would, but their heart was not constantly ripped apart by sorrow. Their dreams weren't nightmares of her death. They sympathized but they hardly understood. I took my bow and quiver from the ground and placing a hand over the stone, as though hoping I would still be able to feel her soft and warm skin instead of the cold and hard stone, I got up.

"It is time we left." My voice stuck. I was leaving her again. Orophin nodded understandingly as he bowed his head and retreated back to the tree from which he had ascended. I turned back to look at her one last time before I climbed the nearest of the branches and soon, she was lost to the foliage.

Anya's Point of view:

There he sat, Julius Benedik, the greatest Seer in Hogwarts. He turned to look at us as we sat next to him. Clara, from the moment she had settled down, was staring at the boy. But he was smiling at my direction. I turned and smiled a little.

"Good day, Laurelin." He breathed. Oh Merlin! We're at it again. I turned back to face him fully.

"Julius, my name is Anya. You seem to mistake me for someone else!" his gray eyes shone. He shook his head smilingly as he put his hand into his school bag. Gods don't let him take out a crystal ball! But it wasn't a crystal ball. In his hands, he held a mirror. The runes on the side panels of the mirror looked alien. But they were beautiful. People with such beautiful language ought to be beautiful. He placed the mirror across Clara in front of me. I turned to look at him. His smiled seemed fixed.

"Er, Julius. What is this supposed to mean?"

"Ai lirimaer, have you no memories at all? Of the golden wood?"

Of the 'what'? I wanted to scream. But I checked myself in time. Here were two people who had lost their marbles and they seemed proud of it.

"I don't think I comprehend what you are trying to say, Julius." Apart from his really spooky ways, he was quite good and helpful.

"You will soon enough." He said simply. I continued to stare at him as he heaved his bag higher and walked out towards the Entrance Hall.

"What ever did he mean by that?" Clara's voice sounded. I shook my head not trusting myself to speak. It was after the last shadows of him left the dining room that I glanced at my plate. Beside my plate lay the mirror he had given me. I took it absently in my grasp and gazed at the reflection staring back at me.

"Haldir," I whispered. But the next moment my eyes went wide. Clara looked at me bewildered.

"Who is that?" she asked. I felt my hands caress the runes gently. "I have no idea."

Clara dipped her fork into her food. "Maybe he was your past or something!" I turned to look at her. She seemed to avoid my glance. I turned back to stare at my reflection. I would have rather died than admit it, but deep in one corner of my heart, I wished she were true.

Lirimaer – lovely one

Melamin – My love

There it is… my first Haldir fic. Any sort of pointers you might have as to how I can improve the fic can be sent as reviews as I want to know how to improve my writing. Please read and review…

- Anarya of Lorien.