"Who are you?" A voice rang suddenly, as at least several hooded elves surrounded the caravan, with bows drawn, and aimed at the soldiers surrounding it. The caravan was a group of human soldiers from Alegasia, sent to transport the newborn princess to her grandfather.
"Who are you?" The voice repeated with agitation laced in it. The soldiers shuffled nervously as they spotted the owner of the voice. An elf that stood behind the others surrounding them. They could clearly tell he was the leader, and wouldn't hesitate to end their lives. "Humans are not allowed in Lothlorien. If you do not state your name and reason for coming, I will order my men to kill you." The leader threatened.
Nervously the leader of the caravan of soldiers stepped forward, and bowed lowly to the elves. "I am Captain William of the country of Alegasia, and my men and I had orders to escort the young princess to Lothlorien; where her grandfather lies." Captain William was an older man in his mid thirties, and unlike his young subordinates, he did not feel threaten by Lothloriens wardens.
The elven leader stared at the middle aged man for a few moments before saying, "let me see this princess that you speak of." William nodded, and lead the leader to the carriage that the princess lay. The surrounding elves lessened their hold on their bows, but still kept them notched at the remaining soldiers. William moved the cover aside letting the leader look inside. Inside the carriage were bundles of blankets, and in the center of it all layed a newborn child. The child looked no more then a few a days old. It had matted white hair atop its head, and elven ears clearly showing the leader it heritage. " The princess will come with me. The Lord and Lady are awaiting her arrival. But you and your men are not allowed entrance into Lothlorien."
William looked at the princess solemnly for a few moments. Guilt and sadness echoed in the mans heart, his face however, remained still. "What is your name warden of Lothlorien?" "Haldir Marchwarden of Lothlorien."
Sighing heavily, William tiredly looked at Haldir, and spoke with such weight of sadness that it overwhelmed said elf. " I have served the Queen of Alegasia for many years, but sadly darkness has fallen in our lands and has destroyed the throne. This child, Princess Lelouche Fairbrooks of Alegasia is the hope of our people. Please watch over her until her time comes, when she has to take back the throne of her people. Will you do this Marchwarden?"
Haldir nodded and grabbed Williams forearm in a firm shake. "I will keep your princess safe." He says firmly, then with one last look, Haldir carefully took the sleeping princess in his arms, and took her away to her new life...an ignorant, blissfully happy life.