A.N. Back by popular demand - I apologize for the shortness, it will get better.
Haldir was getting very tired of the looks being sent his way. As march warden of Lorein and honored guest of Lord Celebron he should be honored and his word respected. As far he knew (and he could lay claim to quite an impressive vat of knowledge) 'I am holding an invisible kitten' did not mean 'Please stare at me'.
"Are you feeling quite well Lord Haldir?" A younger she-elf questioned after receiving Haldir's blankly delivered kitten line.
Haldir recognized the woman, but only just as she for once wasn't flapping her lashes rapidly at him. She was part of a handful of self-proclaimed admirers that had been all but stalking him since his arrival some years ago. Lord Celeborn had called his friend's extended visit to Rivendell a social visit, but now that he had begun to take on the responsibilities of Rivendell's march warden-ship Haldir had admitted that his friend would likely never let him end his social visit. Haldir's so called fan club had apparently taken this to mean that he would be seeking a wife now.
He chose to continue walking, hoping she would take such rudeness on his part as the hint it was and leave him be.
"They think you're crazy," Harry the kitten informed, glancing around curiously.
"I had gathered as such," the blond replied with a dark frown.
Harry seemed completely unperturbed by Haldir's less then friendly expression – quite an accomplishment all things considered. "Maybe you should stop telling them you're carrying a feline they can't see." The kitten said matter of factly as he clawed his way painfully onto Haldir's broad shoulders. It plopped itself down and shimmied it's way around the elf's neck as that one set of paws were on each side of Haldir's head and the back of his neck was tickled by a soft underbelly.
"Mmmm, warm-" Harry supplied, the rumbling of his purrs vibrating Haldir's neck in a way he found quite unsettling.
Haldir chose to ignore the kitten's new perch, as he was sure the small feline had done it to rile him. The small creature seemed to very much enjoy doing such things – a past time that would have garnered him much pain if it weren't for the fact that he was – in fact – a very small kitten. Harming such a defenseless thing simply didn't have the same appeal as breaking the arm of an arrogant cadet that thought himself a god.
"Alas I am carrying a feline they cannot see," he answered to his heavily purring cargo.
"You sound like my grandfather," The kitten scoffed sleepily. "Besides, what would you say if some else told you they had an invisible cat?"
Haldir again chose to ignore all logic he was faced with. "Your grandfather was also a talking feline?"
"No, he was a wizard." Harry replied, his voice low from near unconsciousness. The small feline seemed to have a better time answering Haldir's questions now – the elf noted. Perhaps the misplaced thing could only access his mind fully when on the brink of sleep?
"That would mean that you too are a wizard."
"You're saying I'm," The kitten yawned largely – hot breath puffing gently against Haldir's neck. "Uh… that I'm not?"
"Wizards cannot turn into elfish speaking kittens."
"So you say," the kitten murmured before dropping off in a purring sleep. Haldir continued walking for a moment, to be sure the thing was well and truly asleep before he paused to remove the small creature and carefully cradle it in his much larger hands. Harry wrapped his small warm paws around Haldir's hand in a strange sort of hug. Haldir softened very slightly in his rigid stance, trailing a finger the size of one of the kitten's legs along the warm stomach that had only just been pressed against his vulnerable neck. Any other would have died for touching him without his permission in such a private place – but again the kitten was simply too small and delicate to harm.
"What are you holding Haldir?"
It was yet another fan club woman, this one of the more daring in that she felt it her right to call him by name without any precursor to speak of. Haldir did not spare her a glance.
"I am carrying an invisible kitten that can speak elfish."
She gave him one those looks, almost identical to the one her 'rival for his affection' had given him just moments ago. He ignored her and continued on.
A.N. Woops! The lord elf's name is Celeborn not Celebron. Also, thank you to all those who supplied me with the name of Haldir's home Lorien – I couldn't for the life of me find it anywhere. Anywho – I love the LOTR arc, but I am no expert so please feel free to correct me if I screw anything up. Also, I have a a review poll for you all. Should Harry the kitten be able to influence people other then Haldir? I.E. Should Harry be able to scratch the other elves and still be felt? Tell me what ya think.