Title: 'First Impressions'
Author: Anarane Narmolanya
Type: FCS
Genre: Romance, Adventure, some angst
Characters: Haldir/ OFC, Galadriel, Celeborn, OC's
Rating: Eventually NC-17
Disclaimer: I hereby quote that I Anarane Narmolanya receive no profit for publishing LOTR Fan fiction. I do not own the characters except for Brynwyn, but I don't make a profit.

Summary: Brynwyn, daughter of the chief advisor of Mirkwood, is sent to Treetown (a human town) from Lothlorien on the matter of gaining diplomatic experience. As such, Haldir is appointed as her guardian. But before the journey has even begun, they fall into each other's bad graces. Will they survive the trip and each other? Or succumb to hatred and disdain. Please heed the M warning.

~~~ Chapter 11 ~~~

Turmoil

Haldir stormed through the castle, oblivious to all else except for the pain and confusion warring in his soul. His feet took him to the stables and he found himself leaning against Thirin's stall, breathing heavily. The great beast within rose to his feet and walked over to his master, sensing his turmoil.

The great Marchwarden blinked as something soft brushed his cheek and he looked up at his stallion, his pain easing a little. "Hannon le, mellon nin," he crooned, reaching out to stroke the beasts neck. Thirin snorted and ruffled his mane. "What would you understand, mellon nin?" Offended, Thirin pushed his chest and stamped his hoof. Smiling, Haldir stepped towards him, his hands raised peacefully. "Forgive me, Thirin,"

A soft whinny behind him made him turn and Haldir's eyes met Filith's as the stunning mare chewed on a batch of hay, her bright intelligent eyes glistening as they looked from stallion to master. "Hmm," the Marchwarden grunted dryly. "Maybe you do understand." Filith's ears pricked and she raised her head, seeming to pierce him with her disapproving eyes. With a great sigh, Haldir walked over to her and brushed his hand along her snout. "I know, bain nin, I know," he crooned softly. "I should not have left her so... I am afraid she has awoken a sleeping beast within me," he began, a soft smile upon his lips. "Whoever knew an annoying advisor from Mirkwood would shatter those walls and make herself at home beneath." Haldir shook his head with a defeated sigh before returning to Thirin. "Us men should stick together, mellon nin." Thirin whinnied and Filith snorted. She knew better than they did the lack of fire behind those words. "Women," he grumbled with distaste. "Unsettle everything with a bat of their eyelashes, flaunting their curves and pursing their lips-"

For the next hour the horses in the stables grudgingly listened to the Marchwarden's grumbling about the female species. Thirin had lain down and his eyes drifted closed whilst Filith continued to happily graze on her latest treats. "-always need babysitting, can never be left alone-" Haldir jerked. He had left her alone. Haldir groaned and ran his hand over his face. Falling in love was something he would consider, but shirking his duty was a definite must not. He quickly bid farewell to the horses before trotting out of the stables, across the courtyard and into the fortress, his powerful legs easily covering the short distance to their rooms.

Haldir paused outside of her door and raised his hand to the handle; his hand hovered and he closed his eyes. Coward. His inner voice taunted. With a frustrated sigh, Haldir reached for the handle and entered his own rooms, cursing the inner voice that continued to taunt him. Coward, coward, coward.

Tbc

Name: Meaning: Pronunciation

Brynwyn: - : (Brin-win)

Thirin: - : (Thir- reen)

Filith: - : (Fil- eeth)