This is the second instalment. Please review, I always like hearing people's thoughts. This is again edited, compliments to Certh. :)

'Come on Haldir!' she called back running through the woods of Lorien 'Hurry, I want to practice.'

She was breathless as she ran, something she did not understand. No other elf gasped for breath after a sprint. She was so different to them, the other elves. Yet she was so similar at the same time. There was no denying the beauty in her face, but she had a rugged quality as if she were a diamond in the rough. She was tall and thin, but not slender like her peers. Her blue eyes pierced, but they showed naivety and a lack of knowledge which was not the case with other young elves-not that there were any other young elves in Lorien. She had great strength, stamina and elegance, but looked weak next to Haldir albeit he was much older and wiser than she. She heard Haldir catching up to her. He was completely silent, all but the rustle of leaves as he darted through the fauna.

'I am here. Patience,' he spoke with no tone of weariness like she. Though she sensed he was weary of her over excitement. Haldir was the Marchwarden of Lothlorien, charged with protecting the perimeters from orcs and other unpleasant beings. He was a skilled warrior and was the perfect tutor for the young elf.

Flash Back

Haldir stood before Galadriel and Celeborn on their silver flet in the heart of Caras Galadhon. An eerie yet beautiful pure light shone from the Lord and Lady as explained to Haldir about the most important task he would embark upon…

'She is the daughter of Arwen and Aragorn, a half-elf like Lord Elrond. One day, like him, she shall be given the choice to become human or elf kind. Until that choice is given to her we have decided you should teach her our ways,' instructed Celeborn.

'I did not know they had wed, nor even had a child. You have kept it from her all this time?' enquired Haldir

'There are few who do know of this, and it is to remain so. Do you think it wrong of us to keep her true identity from her?'

'No, I was merely taken aback by what you have told me. Apologies for my outburst. I have known of her for a while but never did I think…'

'She was brought here for her protection. She went into hiding for the same reason Aragorn did when he was a child. He was raised in Rivendell, and she will be raised here. If Sauron knew of her. If he knew there was another heir who could potentially reclaim the throne of Gondor, she would never be safe,' informed Celeborn. 'Only here in Lorien can she be safe, that is why we've hidden the truth. It is for her own good. Do you understand?'

Haldir, Celeborn and Galadriel were close and the Lord and Lady trusted him. But he in turn knew to respect them as it was he who served them. However, still he was unsure.

'My Lord, I do not think I am suitable for such a task. A-a child…there has to be someone better, with more experience.'

Galadriel looked to Haldir frowning slightly, he needed some persuasion. 'Haldir, we have given this much thought. We believe you are the one to teach her. You are the most skilled in weaponry, more so than any other in Lorien. She will need to know how to fight, and fight well. She has been taught elven customs, laws and arts by my husband and me. But we think that she will learn combat well through instruction from a Marchwarden in his element, protecting Lorien as one day she may have to do so with her own kingdom. She has matured quicker than any other elf because she has human blood coursing her veins. Now at 18 years of age is she ready to be trained in combat'

'Will you help us?' Asked Celeborn.

'Of course my Lord' bowing his head he accepted.

'Excellent Haldir, le hannon' smiled Galadriel…

Flash Back over

'Perfect shot,' admired Haldir, he watched the arrow fly from the young elf's bow. 'Very good.'

'Thank you,' said the young elf accepting his compliments.

'Again.'

'Again?'

'Again, yes, and then a few more times.'

'As you wish,' she smiled, taking aim and struck the target again with perfection.

'Finally, you have mastered archery,' complimented Haldir.

'Finally?' she asked with one eyebrow raised. Her face showing clear signs of offence at his remark.

'I did not mean it in that way,' sighed Haldir 'As always you are too easily affronted. You are doing well. It took you a long time and many hours of practice to become this skilled. Do you remember?'

'Of course, it was so…so frustrating,' she reminisced 'Never have I seen an elf take so long to learn a new art.'

'We all learn at different speeds, with your long hours of practice you have shown great improvement and skill.' His face lit up with fond memories of her first taking a bow in her hands.

'Sparring now?' She enquired.

Haldir pulled his sword, the sharp sound of the metal being scraped against the scabbard showed her he agreed. Haldir's feet were planted firmly in the ground braced for the blows he knew he would be taking. It had taken him years of training her for hours a day and he knew all of her strengths and weaknesses. Though, she knew his as well. She could now best some of the other elves in Lorien, those less experience with swordplay (although it had taken her much longer to learn how compared to an ordinary elf) and now she was ready to defeat Haldir. She wasn't perfect at it, but she had a fierce energy. Haldir sensed this. A wide space between the trees gave a round arena for their match. For too long had she felt humilliated that every time they sparred she ended up on the floor.

'Ready?' she called.

Haldir simply narrowed his eyes, smiled and jutted his head up ever so slightly. That, was the signal. His opponent sprinted forward towards him and the embraced in forceful combat. One trying to break through the other's defence, then switching. They were fast. Each striking with deadly precision, only, to be forced back. The Mallorn trees took some of the brunt as the two elves swerved in and out, in between and around. After a fierce battle, Haldir's superior balance won him the match. The younger of the two had lost her footing while doing some complicated acrobatics. She had landed flat on her buttocks with Haldir's sword pointing directly at her neck. Her face gave away her anger and she let out a long sigh of disappointment. She was defeated.

Haldir kicked her sword away. The final stage of her defeat, her weapon taken. Haldir looked down on her. His long blonde hair shone in the rays of glistening sun that had penetrated the canopy of the forest. As he bent forward for her hand he looked into her strikingly blue eyes that were the image of her mother's. Yet her hair was golden, just like Galadriel's. She looked more like Galadriel than she did her parents. She took his hand and was hoisted to her feet, her height matching that of Haldir's. She had noticed his stare.

She looked puzzled. 'What?'

'I was just thinking how little you look like-' now he'd done it. The look of sudden mistake did not escape her notice.

'My parents,' she finished his sentence. 'Haldir please tell me about them.'

'You've been told about them before.'

'Yes, but you clearly know of them,' she huffed, she knew he was keeping something from her. 'Tell me about them. What did they look like? What did they do? Who were they? I know nothing about them.'

'You will come to know in time,' said Haldir, firmly.

'Haldir,' she spoke softly 'I want to know. Please.'

She took his hand and pulled it.

'They are great people, they will meet you one day. You will see. You will understand.'

'In the Undying Lands?'

Haldir smiled, sadly.

I think I will soon introduce the 'Lord of the Rings' story and give more of a sense of adventure. Thanks for reading.

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