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Bright Elven-Eyes

By: Jay P

Chapter 1: Golden Home

Haldir watched his two younger brothers, Orophin and Rúmil, very carefully as they started walking back to their home. Haldir was the leader, the captain, of the Guard of the Golden Wood. It was his duty to make sure every one of his elves returned safely, and that the new replacements came in just as safe. He turned to Defindel, who took Haldir's position when his shift ended.

"Defindel, are all your elves in order now?" Defindel nodded and brushed a strand of his snowy hair behind his pointed ear.

"Yes Sir." Haldir pressed his lips tightly together as he gave another glance at the elves silently getting positioned, and of the land beyond the Golden Wood. Defindel chuckled softly to himself and gave his commander a reassured grin. "Do not worry captain, no Orc will even get within 100 leagues of our forest, or of the Lady. All is well! Now please sir, go home and get some rest." Haldir gave him an I-guess-you're-right look, and slid down the tree he was in. His keen eyes saw his two kindred ahead of him, and quickly but almost silently he caught up to them both.

"Well that was a wonderful week of seeing what? Seeing nothing! N-O-T-H-I-N- G! I almost wish we had a few of the scrawny leftover orcs to just, eh, you know? Play around with." Rúmil said as he stretched out his arms. The day was getting late, and the sky was crimson red with tints of orange and yellow still bubbling and staining the endless sky.

"Rúmil!" cried Orophin, lightly nudging his brother in the arm. "You cannot wish just one foul creature. What of the rest of us? Surely we need playtime as well!"

"Oh, you don't need any more playtime than you got last week." Said Rúmil, an evil smirk appearing on his face. "Don't think I, no, all of Lothlorien didn't hear you and your wife two weeks ago? Ai, that must have been a whole 2 hours of nonstop-" The young Elf was cut off of his sentence as Orophin quickly sent his sword soaring over his brother's head. Orophin was flushed and angered at the tendered subject. Rúmil laughed as he ran away, his brother now chasing him.

"I'm going to mutilate you into a horrible Orc! Than I shall have a great excuse to disembowel you!" Orophin's anger now died as he laughed as he playfully chased his kin around trees and over logs. "I will avenge my honor!" he shouted. Rúmil leapt behind Haldir and clutched his eldest brother's shoulders tightly.

"Oh brother of mine!" cried Rúmil, biting his lip to keep him from falling on the ground from the breathtaking chase. "Come into battle with me! We must defeat the evil that has possessed our sibling!" Haldir rolled his eyes as he pushed Rúmil off of him.

"Bite your tongues, both of you!" Haldir said rather annoyed. He turned to Orophin. "I can see how Rúmil can act like such a child, him being a mere century old." He sent Rúmil a dirty look out of the corner of his eye. "But you, Orophin, you are not much younger than I! You went through puberty countless years ago, now act as if you slightly matured from it!"

Rúmil and Orophin exchanged puzzled looks. "What's the matter with you?" Orophin asked. They knew he wasn't the most pleasant to be around, but this was the most serious they had seen Haldir in years.

Haldir frowned. "Nothing, just, just leave me be." Neither on of the noticed the sad look in his eyes. They walked off away from him, as he requested. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

When Haldir arrived at his home it was night, and Lothlorien was fast asleep. He sighed from the aches in his muscles, and he stripped off his shirts and boots, leaving just his pants dangling on him. He walked to the window and opened it, feeling the cold breeze cool the sweat that settled on his chest and neck. He made his way to the wash bin and dunked a white rag in the water. He felt the drenched cloth dribble the liquid on his dry hands, and he shut his eyes as he dabbed his face with it. He cleansed himself as thoroughly as he could, he figured he would take a real bath tomorrow, but he couldn't stand one more second of his own hygiene. He took out the braid in his hair and let the golden strands fly and let loose in the wind that came through the window and wrapped around the Elf's neck.

Haldir plopped atop of his bed, the firm mattress slowly forming to his shape. It always took him a while to get used to the bed since he was at his post half the time, sleeping in the trees and sitting on their majestic branches. As he lay there he thought to himself. He had such a high honor, such a noble background, and he had a great family. Why didn't he feel the joy that it should bring? Well, his brother's he thought were great when they weren't so immature. His father was killed in battle 101 years ago. His mother was so hurt, and so depressed, that her happiness was forever lost. Haldir and Orophin were quite sure she was to commit suicide, and sadly there was nothing they could do about it. But just then a miracle happened; their mother was pregnant, with Rúmil. She lived only to see her child of her husband was born. She died during childbirth, so her other two sons decided to name the child after their father. Haldir and Orophin tried their best to raise their brother, but Rúmil never really had the "mother's touch." They blamed themselves for his passion for running free and being so independent. Luckily he joined the Guard to knock some discipline into him. He started to drift into a sleep, still recalling the sorrowful memories when he heard a knock on the door.

"Who is there?" he called out, slowly rising up from bed and shook the weariness from his mind. Before he could receive the answer Rúmil burst into his chambers with a huge smile on his face. Calaglin, one of Haldir's soldiers, and his young brother's best friend, followed in reluctantly behind him. The 2 Elves could hardly be separated from each other, in battle, and at ease.

"He's here!" cried Rúmil, yanking Haldir off of the mattress and throwing him a change of nicer clothes.

"Who is here?" the Elf questioned, a puzzled look now on his face from watching his brother excitingly running around the room. Rúmil obviously didn't hear him from being so anxious, so Calaglin smiled and answered for him.

"It's Glorfindel, sir." Haldir raised an eyebrow. "Glorfindel has arrived from Imladris." A small grin was placed on Haldir's face.

"My old friend." He whispered.

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