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Chapter 11:
"So it is?" Salena asked, resting her hands on top of his.
"I saw to it myself. There's ne'er been a finer sword crafted in the realms of Lorien, save for the king's, but that tis another matter." He stood, helping her up and throwing back his hood. The long, blond hair spilled forth from its confines, the Elven braid snaking its way down to the front. "The elves have pledged their allegiance to you, milady, as have I. Now come, I hear we have another matter to take care of. The master of all things Elven himself, has come to your aid."
"Master Elrond is here? Is he getting adventurous in his old age, Haldir?" Said man… er… elf threw his head back and laughed.
"He'd have your hide if he heard you say that." She smirked.
"So he's going deaf too, is he? Next thing you know he won't be able to see."
"You best do well to keep quiet. We shan't rouse his temper, you know."
"Oh, I know. My little friend, here, doesn't know how to control his."
"I am not little!" Cutler snarled. Haldir inclined his head towards him.
"Duly noted, my friend. But if there's one temper you don't wish to rouse, it's Lady Salena's. Because between her and Master Jones, with both them controlling properties of water, you, my friend, would be standing on some very precarious ground… or should I say water?"
"You are not my friend." Cutler stated, as clear and simple as he could make it. He rose to his feet, the welt on his face now bruising. Haldir leaned forward in the dim moonlight.
"I could make that go away, if you wanted me to." He leaned forward, and Cutler jumped back.
"Freak," he muttered under his breath. Haldir pulled back affronted, and Salena's good hearing, unfortunately for Cutler, caught it.
"Excuse me?" Salena asked, her voice rising upwards. "Who do you think you are to call him a freak? What right," She walked to him and jabbed her fingers into his chest, pushing him backwards. "do you have to call anyone that kind of name?" Cutler shut his mouth quick, wishing he hadn't had said anything. He was backing up fast, until his back hit a mast and then he had nowhere to go. He looked to both sides frantically. She grabbed his shirt collar and growled fiercely, baring her teeth in his direction.
"W-what are you?" He stuttered.
"I am a shape-shifter and a water bender. And you, boy, are no longer on thin ice, but you're in the blooming water!" Her hand hit the mast beside his head hard. The sound of bones cracking was heard as her injured arm gave way underneath her weight. She pulled back slowly, and Haldir was by her side in an instant, picking her up bridal style. She was crying, but no sounds were being emitted except for an occasional sniffle as she placed her head against his chest.
"Let us go, mi amour." He jumped over to the other ship, landing gently on the other side. "Master Elrond! Please, come quick." The older elf walked over to him and gingerly took Salena from his arms. He set her down in a rightful room, one decorated for royalty. She was aware of the dark-haired elf pressing something against her lips and the amber liquid burning her throat. Haldir pulled her upper body into his lap, whispering soothing words while Elrond worked on extracting the poison. Only when he was setting the bone, did she let out a small whimper. Haldir leaned down and kissed her gently. He could tell that the medicine Elrond had given her was in her bloodstream because she was drooping.
He let her sleep, slipping out of the room quietly, only to be met with the point of a sword at his throat. Cutler was having trouble keeping the blade steady because it wasn't made for his kind and size. Haldir snorted, taking the blade in the palm of his hand gently.
"You can't wield this sword. It's not made for you. Though it seems that won't stop you from trying."
"What is Salena to you?" He growled, trying to lift the blade from the elf's hand.
"You tell me," Haldir said, a small smirk playing on his lips.
"You called her your love. What are you playing at?"
"Oh, did I? Slip of the tongue then." Cutler almost dropped the blade.
"You fool, it had better not slip up again or you'll find yourself without one." Haldir arched an eyebrow at the smaller man.
"Pardon? Says the man who called me a freak. Listen, I don't care who you are, if you disrespect my queen, I'll soon as cut something off and shove it so far up that it'll be coming out the other side." Cutler swallowed nervously.
"W-what is she to you?"
"My queen and my love. Oh? She has not told you? Did you think that she loved you?" Cutler let go of the blade entirely. "She is the marchwardenness of the Silver Forests of Lothlorien, and I am Haldir of Lorien, marchwarden of Lothlorien."
"You are married to her?"
"I am bound to her, yes. Does that answer your question?"
"You are the king?" The elf nodded his head curtly.
"That would include in being bound to her, yes."
"Forgive me, I will not bother you any longer." Cutler walked stiffly over to the other ship and boarded. He went straight to his brother. "She loves me, huh? You didn't tell me she was married." Jacob looked surprised.
"I wasn't aware that she was. To who?" He asked curiously.
"To that… creature." Cutler spat.
"To Haldir? I was not at all aware of that. I understood that they were friends; she fought alongside him in battle and saved his life. But marriage? She never mentioned it. Though it would explain the green leafed necklace she's wearing. I though it alone was a token of friendship. It seems I was wrong."
Don't you just love cliff hangers? Sorry, read and review please!
