"Ada" The words rang out over the clearing as Celeborn stood amongst his men up ahead. speaking quietly with them as he reassigned several patrols. The word captured the attention of the men who smiled gently upon the owner of the voice. Even while Celeborn stood unblinking as he focussed on the task at hand.

The blonde elf stood watching all of this from where she was, bundled up in a warm cloak gifted to her by her mother just that morning. It was in fact what she wanted desperately to show her father. Watching his large back from where she was. Waiting patiently for him to turn towards her, to acknowledge her in some small way.

Her hopes flew when she saw the guards dispersing, each smiling warmly upon her as they bowed their heads to their young lady. She held her breath to hold in the excitement from exploding from inside her as at last the blonde turned towards her. She beamed brilliantly up at him as his eyes met her own. Opening her mouth to speak she however fell silent as her ada spoke, not to her but to the elf guard who stood silently behind her.

"What is she doing here. Return her to her mother's care." Celeborn ordered to the elf before beginning passed the two. His eyes never once flickering back to the gaze of daughter as she watched him go with disappointed eyes.

The hurt bloomed up within her as she watched her father dismiss her so casually. As if she was no more than a speck of dirt that had landed upon his boots. She watched him go and stood with her arms wrapped around her chest as though to hold herself together. Pushing the pain of the rejection away until she could smile brightly up at the blonde haired guardsman who looked upon her with a sad pity.

Reaching out to accept the hand of the male who was her caretaker when she was not within the boundaries of her rooms she chattered at him as they made their way up the path towards the main halls. She was bouncing from place to place as they came across the first blossoms of spring and her guardian smiled gently as he watched her. The young blonde taking joy in gathering up the pretty flowers that she found there and bringing them with her.

She had long ago made it a habit to bring her Nana flowers every day. The smile it brought to her lips was wonderful and it brought such joy to the little elfling as she would then crawl into her mother's lap and tell her about how she had found them that morning.

Slipping into the halls of her mother, now alone since her guard never entered into the lady's chambers, she walked as silently as she could to peak her head into her mother's inner chambers.

A quick scan of the room showed that her mother had long left her bed, where she had been darning just that morning as the elfling had skipped out the door to find her father and show him her newest treasure.

Slipping into the room the blonde tiptoed to the doorway leading into her mother's bathrooms. She loved watching her mother when one of the servants brushed out her long hair. The golden spun locks were so beautiful and it brought a certain joy that she had inherited her mother's golden hair. Not that she was not in awe of her father's silver locks.

Smiling as she edged around the doorway until she was only able to see into the room without being visible from where the two elves stood. She watched in silence as the two were exactly where she had knew they would be. Her mother sat proudly in her seat and Naya, her loyal serving elf, was behind her pulling a brush through her. The two were speaking silently together.

That was, until the young one's surprise, their voices fell silent. In the place of the gentle words between the two elves all that was left was silence. The elfling watched the mirror as best as she could and was horrified to see that in that silence, large tears were rolling endlessly down the otherwise beautiful face of her Nana.

"My lady. Would you like for me to tell the guards to let no one in so you can have a few moments alone?" That was Naya trying desperately to comfort her lady as she completed her task and remained there, on hand resting upon her shoulder.

"No. Nassasha will be returning soon. She went to show her father her new cloak." Moriia's voice was soft from where the elfling, Nassasha, stood. Even still the blonde elfling could not miss the bitterness within her Nana's voice.

Pulling back Nassasha stood staring into the quiet stillness of her mother's chambers. She wondered about the words her nana had spoken and worried about the disgruntled sound of her mother's voice. Did it displease her mother that she had wanted to show her father her present?

She began to worry as she thought back on the many times she had been given something by her beloved nana or the other members of the household and after laughing and thanking her nana she had run off to show her ada.

Did her Nana cry every time she went to him? Did it pain her so? These thoughts swirled within the little one's mind as she stood in silence. Turning away from where she stood as she heard the two rise from where they were she slipped out into the outer chambers. Waiting a few long moments before taking a deep breath and skipping forward to throw open the door to her nana's inner chambers she beamed upon the two golden haired elves within.

"Nana!" Nassasha called happily, rushing to her nana's side and burying her face in her side.

She stared up at her nana's face, trying to see the sadness that she had seen before. She could not see even the puffiness that should have been the tell tale signs that she had been crying.

Wondering that this was so easily concealed in so short a time. How many other times had her beloved nana cried in such away. Cried alone in her chambers with only Naya beside her to bring her comfort?

The smile upon the older elf's face would have been comforting if it did not worry Nassasha how easily her beloved nana covered up her own sadness and pain. She could see that she was glad to see her. The joy at having her there was apparent in her eyes, so like her own.

Nassasha marvelled in that moment how she had taken after her mother in almost every aspect of her appearance. Except for her height it would seem. The young elfling was already a head above her age group. A trait that Nassasha had heard attributed to her father.

Beaming up at her beloved mother Nassasha held up the flowers she had gathered and was rewarded with that happy, truly happy smile. The one that lit up her nana's whole face and made her eyes glimmer with joy. Nassasha's own smile widened as she saw that. A desperate need to see that happiness, that moment in which her mother was completely at peace.

Climbing into her nana's lap she smiled brilliantly up at her and regaled her with the tale of her journey. Purposely keeping the detail of her ada ignoring her and banishing her from his sight out of her telling. Somehow she felt it would probably only sadden her nana again. She chattered at her nana as her fingers played absent mindedly with the older female's hair.


Seated at the table Nassasha ate in silence. Glancing up from her food rarely. When she did it really was only to peak glances between the two who sat on either side of the table. To her right sat her nana. Her head held high and her eyes gazing off to the left of her ada's right shoulder as she ate in silence. To her left sat her Ada who's gaze never once left his plate as he ate slowly.

The only sounds that accompanied their meal being the sounds of their utensils against their plates. The faint sounds of glasses being refilled and the servants that bustled to and fro to provide the family with refills.

Finally Nassasha plucked up the courage. Digging deep into her core, to the part of herself that she pushed all of her bad emotions when they came upon her. She would need all the strength she could muster.

"I want to start training soon Ada."The silence that followed her statement made the previous moments seem as loud as if they had been shouting at one another.

There was absolutely no sound, followed quickly by the itchy feeling of eyes peering intensely upon her. Swallowing the lump that had been building within her throat Nassasha managed to drag her eyes up to meet first her nana's eyes. Wincing seeing the flash of pain as the older female realized that that would mean that her elfling would spend more time away from home and her.

Steeling herself against what she would find, Nassasha at last turned her eyes to meet the cold gaze of her Ada. He was staring at her intently. There was something in his stare that made her feel small and insignificant. Instantly regretting the request. Wishing desperately that she could swallow it and that they could return to their silent meal.

"I see. Well you are of age. The training will do you good. you'll finally be of use" With those cold and hurtful words Celeborn stood from his seat. Folding his napkin over his plate and turning from them.

"Where are you going my lord?" Moriia called to him watching his retreating back.

Nassasha looked after her father, trying hard to swallow the pain that those hurtful words had caused her. Clutching desperately at her dress' skirt as she blinked rapidly. The vision of her ada's retreating back blurring until she was unable to see him as he disappeared from the room.

The blonde elfling blinked more before finally turning her eyes towards her nana. Whincing as she saw the knowing eyes of her Nana staring gently upon her with worry, and sympathy. She swallowed hard and felt the smile that she had long ago mastered she tilted her head as she let herself believe once more. Everything was alright.

"May...I.. be excused?"

Moriia's eyes softened slightly before at last the older female nodded silently. Nassasha could feel her nana's gaze upon her as she pushed her seat out and turned to leave through the halls heading towards her rooms. She knew that she should go straight there, as her mother and guardsmen were expecting her too. However the recent events had left Nassasha pained and raw and so she took an early left turn, making her way towards the halls leading from the manor to wander the paths of her beloved home in silence.

It was then among the trees and the stars that Nassasha's keen hearing picked up the distinct tones of her Ada. Joy and hope slipped into the young one as she stepped closer in silence as she heard her name within the conversation. Happiness swelled within her as she realized. Her ada was talking to others about her...even though he almost never spoke to her, and never spent time with her, he talked about her...

"It's a waste really. Nassasha will not become at all useful no mater the training. Her mother has spoiled her too greatly." Celeborn was remarking in distaste as he spoke with the trainer. The brown haired elf frowning faintly but not responding to his lord's words.

Nassasha stood a moment longer, hoping that the words that were echoing throughout her mind were a play of the mind. A trick or illusion. There was no way that her father believed that she truly had no use? ...Spoilt? How had she ever behaved in such a fashion? Nassasha's mind was left reeling.

Memories of standing silently on the outside of her ada's study, clutching her story book to her chest and praying that he would come out and read her a bed time tale. Staying there until her nana had to gather her up and carry her passed out elfling to bed. Memories of chasing after her ada's great and fearsome back, waiting patiently for him to turn around just so that he would look at her.

The dam felt as if it was beginning to crack. The pain she felt inside of her welling up within her as she turned quickly from her hiding spot and dashed into the halls of her parent's manor. Knowing the path she needed without really needing to look up from her mad dash. She had come here many a time when she had not wished to worry her beloved nana and her pain from her ada's cold indifference had become too much.

Throwing open the doors to the room even as she called out a name. The name of one she felt she could turn to for everything. The one she always came to when she suffered such crushing agonies.

"Haldir!"

The look of shock may have stopped Nassasha short if she had not been so desperate for the affection she needed. Throwing herself into the arms of the Marchwarden Nassasha clung to the older blonde. His wide eyes filling with understanding and soon sympathy as he wrapped his arms gently around the young one now sobbing desperately into his chest.

Many were the nights when Nassasha had first come to her time of age, the delicate time in a young elfling's life when they looked to their parents for the paths to form their beings, the young one had ended up here in his arms. Haldir had first met the young blonde upon her birth. Celeborn had been unable to attend the birthing of the elfling girl now clinging to him.

Haldir had been sent in his place, really only to bear the message that his lord was unable to free himself of his currant duties. The screams of pain and the desperate loneliness upon the face of lady Moriia had however drawn him. Calling to a part of his heart and soul. A part of him that remembered that beautiful face so filled with joy and life that he had felt his heart would break from the sight of it.

From that moment onwards that night Haldir had been unable to drag himself from the side of the lady Moriia. The messengers had been sent to Mirkwood in regards to the birth however they had received reports that the convoy with her family had been delayed. So in those moments Haldir was all that Moriia had other than the healer and his apprentice that were currently guiding her to bring her child into this world.

The silence upon the child's birth had brought a sense of great worry for the Marchwarden when he had first beheld the babe within the healer's arms. Worry had appeared with in him. Had the dear one been still born? Had something happened?

The look upon the healer's face, once Haldir calmed himself enough, told of another story. He was smiling so brilliantly that Haldir could already guess the sex of the child before the healer informed lady Moriia that she had given birth to a healthy baby girl.

Haldir had withdrawn from the bed to give them a moment's privacy as the child was placed with in her nana's arms. The blonde warrior had watched in silence as the exhaustion and pain seemed to seep from Moriia's face as she looked down upon the face of her beloved child. Cuing to her gently and singing softly. The babe was oddly silent but Haldir could tell that the child was alright as she reached out and caught the ends of her nana's hair, her tiny fist holding onto the golden locks.

"Would you like to hold her?" The tired words came as a surprise to the warrior as he had looked then to the lady. Her gentle eyes meeting his and the look of gratitude nearly crippled him.

Lady Moriia was truly grateful for his aid. For his presence. Haldir wavered a moment, his eyes flickering between the bundle within her arms and the door. He really should be leaving. He had fulfilled his job, and had even remained to ease the birthing process with some comfort. He should return to his patrol.

It was the sound of a gentle gurgling from the bundle that decided it for the blonde. He had felt himself stepping forward before he really knew what he was doing. Looking down at the child as his arms eased out to take the bundle from the lady. Having helped with his brother's raising he was not entirely uncomfortable at the weight with his arms.

Looking down upon the young one within his hold he felt his heart clench as he looked into the wide eyes of the one he held. The knowing gaze and gentle face was so touching to the warrior that he found himself cradling her to himself more. A gentle smile slipping over his face as he adjusted his hold so that he could trail a gentle finger down one porcelain cheek.

Haldir felt himself falling for the elfling in his arms. Settling into the chair beside Moriia's birthing bed he cued to the child in his arms. Loving the gurgled responses and the way she pressed her little hand against his chest and clung to him.

"She's beautiful My lady" Haldir breathed as finally he turned to regard the infant's mother.

What he saw when he looked towards her made him stop short. The beautiful elf had her head tilted back and her eyes were clenched shut. Her hands tight fists within the blankets. The truly horrifying aspect of the whole thing were the tears streaming silently down the female's cheeks.

In that moment Haldir reached out to touch Moriia's hand in her time of need. Feeling his heart breaking. Here he was, an outsider to the lady's life. Seeing something so personal. He should be replaced with someone else. Someone else's arms should be holding the beautiful bundle that was cuing and gurgling up at him. Someone else should have been here holding her hand and whispering words of encouragement. It was here in this moment that he truly understood the gravity of the lord's absence. Seeing the damage it had done to the female before him.

"My lord, grieves that he could not be here. He wanted to so badly to see the birth of your daughter. I'm sure of it" Haldir found himself speaking quietly to the crying female. Trying anything to ease her suffering.

"No he does not. He has wanted nothing to do with this pregnancy since I first told him." The broken voice of the lady drew a twinge of pain from the golden haired warrior.

His mind flipping back to the many times he had seen the lady throughout the duration of her pregnancy. Not once had he seen the lord beside her, assisting her as she sat or stood. Wrapping a shall around her as she became chilled or otherwise just fawning over his pregnant mate as any male should do.

Sighing gently he captured the distressed female's hand in a solid grip of his own and looked into the lady's eyes. A certainty coming over him then as he held her hand to his chest and cradled the precious bundle to himself more.

"I promise my lady I will do what ever i can for you and this precious one. If ever there is anything. Just ask" Haldir vowed to her gently, smiling reassuringly at her as her eyes lit with surprise.

She repaid the gentle smile with a tired one of her own as she gripped his hand more solidly, reminding the blonde warrior that beneath the beauty the lady had once been one of the finer swords masters in the green woods. seeing the light returning to her eyes he smiled more deeply as he bowed his head and kissed her hand gently before rising to lay the golden haired infant within a cradle that had been set out near the hearth.

"Nassasha. Her father will not care for her. I know this...she, Nassasha will need someone to turn to when her father breaks her little heart" The tired voice was ladled with grief. The pain tainting the tone as the golden haired female watched her beloved daughter.

Haldir looked upon the face of the child as she cued and slowly fell asleep. Her little fingers curling around the blanket that she had been wrapped in. The sight alone brought a joy to the blonde warrior. His heart reaching out for the child. Deep down he knew that what the lady said was true. A father that could not bring himself to be here for the first moments of his daughter's life. Would again hurt the delicate heart that would desperately seek her father's approval and love.

Reaching into the cradle he cupped the tiny cheek in one of his powerful hands and watched her sleeping face. The warm feeling of love spreading over him as he felt his resolve forming a decision before he had even fully been aware of making it.

"I will shelter her precious heart if she should wish it My lady. I will do all I can to guide her and help her as she grows. This i swear." The ease that came over the lady then as she met his eyes did much to ease the growing unease that had been forming in his heart at the sadness he had seen within Moriia.

"You must rest now my lady. I will send the nurse maid in within a while to tend to the little lady so please just rest now" Haldir said gently as he bowed to the female. Watching as she smiled gently and let her tired body ease back into the bed and fade off to sleep.

As Haldir stepped from the room he made a vow to be there for the lady Moriia and her precious daughter as much as he was able.


" Shh my little lady. What has happened?" Haldir cued gently as he caught the crying bundle within his arms and held her sobbing against his chest. The blonde daughter of Celeborn clutching to him with desperation as she cried so desperately.

The two sat within Haldir's rooms. He had just arrived there himself. Sighing as he glanced to where he had only just managed to remove his weapons and top tunic. Turning his attention completely upon the little one in his arms he cued to her gently, picking her up as he moved to place her upon the seat he himself had been in and moved to kneel in front of her. Cupping her tiny hands within his own as he made her look up at him gently. His eyes softening seeing the misery within those brilliant green orbs.

"Ada thinks I'm spoilt and useless" The blonde elfling sobbed softly, her face flushed with misery as she clung to the older elf's hands.

The frown upon Haldir's face would not go away upon hearing that. How would the little lady think that? That was not something any should tell their child...and never before had he heard the lord say those words to Nassasha. He had suspected that the lord was frustrated at having a daughter in place of a son, however he had never out right expressed those sentiments.

When the warrior had finally gotten what what had happened from the child his frown only grew worse. The words though meant never to be heard by the little one, had obviously cut Nassasha deeply.

"Oh my lady shh shh" Haldir shushed the young one gently as he reached to wipe her tears from her flushed cheeks, his heart crying along with the elfling. It was moments like this that Haldir never regretted vowing to the lady to be there for this beautiful, sweet young child. Her heart was so big and giving that he would give anything, even his own happiness to stem her pain and those heart breaking tears.

It was a long time before Nassasha felt the tears slowing. She slung to Haldir for a long while before finally feeling the pain ebbing away. She knew that she was safe here with him. He had always been so kind to her since she could remember. Always there to pick her up when she fell and had helped her often when she was still little.

Looking to the older blonde as he now stood behind her brushing her hair soothingly she bit her lip. She felt herself wishing her Ada was like Haldir. Sighing gently she turned to catch the other's arm gently.

"What can i do to make ada love me?" She asked. Surely someone would know. someone would be able to explain to her what to do. she needed her ada to love her.

The stillness of the other, along with the look upon his face made Nassasha hesitate worriedly. Had she said something she shouldn't have? Was it wrong of her to want to make her ada love her?

A gentle sigh slipped from her when she felt his strong hand cupping her cheek as he knelt down once more to meet her eyes. There was something so soothing about the other's obvious care for her.

"Oh no little lady. Lord Celeborn does love you. Just in his own way" Haldir's words, though soothing and care filled. Did little to ease the turmoil within the elfling.

Nassasha's eyes lingered on the other's face, noticing the tightness around the other's eyes. The tell tale signs that the other was trying hard not to say something. He smiled tiredly at her as he met her searching eyes with knowing eyes.

"Here. if you are going to be beginning your training soon" He smiled at her and pulled back to help her from where she sat. Leading her to a small trunk he had tucked away in the back of his closet.

Sitting down on the bed to watch as he pulled the trunk out she quirked her head curiously. He smiled at her gently as he pulled out clothes and a small sword, obviously meant for someone of a smaller size. Someone, she realized, her size.

"These clothes were Rumil's and the sword was Orophin's" Nassasha stared in awe at the gifts as the older blonde passed them to her. Running her fingers over the tunic of muted green colour and the leggings.

"For me?" Nassasha was astonished. Of all the gifts that she had ever received, and there had been many from her mother. These meant the most to her.

"Aye little one. to help you in your training and this. was my first bow" Haldir explained as he pulled out a smaller bow. the wood was smooth and carved as was all bows made from the halls of lorien. Haldir smiled at her as he held it out for her to take.

Nassasha took the bow and cradled it to herself gently marvelling at how light and yet sturdy the bow was. Staring up at Haldir she beamed brightly moving to kiss his cheek gently.

"Thank you Haldir" With that she gathered her gifts to herself, feeling better than she had when she came here.

Running off to change into the clothing she returned fiddling with the belt attached to her new sword unsure of how it worked. She smiled sheepishly up at the older blonde as he smiled gently and leant down to help her. Watching how he did it so that she would remember in the future.

Finally fully dressed Nassasha turned to look upon the closest mirror, curiously studying herself in the mirror. From the clothing to the sword and bow she held to herself. Looking inside that image for the image of her father. Something that showed she was his daughter. Finally though she turned to look at the older elf as he stayed behind her, watching her.

"Could you cut my hair?" The question left Haldir staring at her in puzzled silence.

Nassasha could understand why. Nassasha had never once let her hair be cut. She preferred to grow it out in order to be like her nana. However as she stood there with her hair down past the small of her back she felt that it would just get in the way. The words spoilt still lingering in the back of her mind. Smiling reassuringly up at Haldir as he hesitated she moved to sit down with her back to him.

Haldir couldn't help but frown as he watched the golden haired elfling. She had never expressed anything but a wish to grow her hair out like her beloved mother's hair. However now she wanted to cut it?

Hesitating he stepped forward before resting his hand on her shoulder as he side stepped her to kneel before her. Looking up into her face he cupped her cheeks and leaned forward to kiss her forehead.

"I am sorry my little lady. But i do not feel it is my place to do so. Perhaps your nana can help you with that?" He smiled gently at her seeing the disappointed pout that formed on her face. The pucker and the line between her furrowed brows.

Nassasha stared up at the older elf before sighing gently and nodding. She could understand his worry. His words also did make sense. Her nana loved brushing her hair so it would be a horrible surprise for her should she suddenly cut her hair in that way. So finally she beamed gently and nodded.

Rising from her seat she hugged him. Letting the older elf take her hand and speaking with him quietly as they walked along. Cuddling into him a little more as the chill of the night ran through her.

She spoke gently, momentarily lapsing into silence with a squeak as Haldir gathered her into his arms and carried her. Cuddling against the older elf she let him take her home.

The walk really wasn't that long from Haldir's rooms to the manor, the golden haired warrior slipping into the rooms of lady Moriia. He let Nassasha down as he stepped over to knock on the doors the the lady's inner chambers and smiled in greeting as he stepped within the room. He met Moriia's eyes and watched as she regarded him with her warm smile that he had become accustomed to over the twelve years of Nassasha's life.

"Greetings Haldir." Moriia smiled brightly as she rose from where she sat near the hearth.

Stepping across the room to wrap her arms around Nassasha to pick her up to look at her. Her eyes took in the young elf. A gentle furrowing of her brows crossed over her face momentarily before she smiled once again. Running her fingers through the golden blonde hair of the child Moriia seemed to stand there in silence.

"You look so amazing my little hunter."The lady breathed gently to her daughter. The sound of her voice catching was almost inaudible as she swallowed around a lump that was quickly forming.

Blinking rapidly she set Nassasha down and knelt to look upon her daughter before reaching for a set of sheers upon her night stand. Her eyes meeting those of her daughters as her fingers trailed through her long hair one last time before she smiled nodding to the stool to her left.

The fact her mother understood her wishes without her having to ask brought a brilliant smile to the elfling's face as she bounded to take a seat. She sat straight and held still. the excitement upon her face clearly being restrained with in the elfling.

Moriia smiled sadly as she brought a comb with her as she crossed over to stand behind her daughter. Working in silence as she trimmed away at the blonde locks. Working until at last the blonde hair was no longer than shoulder length. Reaching forward to capture the longer parts that she had left at the front she gathered hairs and pulled them back to braid them into the customary braids of the Mirkwood elves of their class.

"There my daughter, Your hair is complete. My beautiful little hunter" Moriia let herself stare down upon the brilliantly smiling face of Nassasha as the girl bounced up to cross the room to gaze upon the herself in the mirror.

Moriia knew without looking that what she saw pleased Nassasha as she focussed then on gathering the hair from her chamber floor. Tucking away a few locks she took care of cleaning the remainder up. Smiling encouragingly at the blonde as the elfling skipped forward to wrap her arms around her waist and beamed up at her.

"Now off to bed my little one" Moriia laughed gently, leaning forward to kiss the child's head. A genuine smile slipping over her face at the pure joy and delight that lit up the face of her daughter. Pushing away the lingering pain she had first noticed within her eyes.

Watching then as Nassasha hugged Haldir and skipped off Moriia waited until she heard the sounds of her outer room door before at last allowing herself to sit upon her bed. Clutching at the golden locks of her daughter.

"This is happening to fast. She will be gone for far more time then she has been up until now. I cannot handle this ..." The whisper left her in a broken tone.

The gentle yet firm hand that caught her wrist brought the blonde's head up to meet the knowing gaze of the Marchwarden. The gentleness that lit those eyes eased her aching soul.

"She is your little one. Nassasha will never forsake you my lady. For you are her beloved nana." The gentle words did bring a faint ease to Moriia as she nodded.

Bowing to her once more Moriia watched Haldir slip from her chambers, leaving her in her room to mourn the life that she had led up until then with her daughter. She let herself cry for what felt like hours. In the first light however Moriia let herself rise and stepping out onto the balcony of her chambers she looked up into the sky to watch the last stars disappearing behind the veil of the growing light as the sun came out over the horizon.


A/N: Hello everyone. So I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of my OC story. This fiction shall show a dark side of the lord and lady of Lothlorien, OoC Celeborn, Mean/OoC Galadriel.

Please feel free to review with what you like or do not like. I love constructive critiscm. Please no flamers though