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 21 ~~~

Visitation II

~~~ That evening ~~~

Brynwyn was reading serenely in her sitting chamber, a goblet of wine resting beside her, scarcely touched; when there was a firm knock to the talan door. Choosing to ignore the disruption, she returned her attention to her book, until there was another rap of knuckles against the wooden frame.

Sighing in frustration, Brynwyn tossed the book aside and stormed to the door, whipping it open with her mouth open in protest. What she saw before her forced her lower lip lower in surprise.

"Haldir?" she asked weakly.

Haldir looked her over, his eyes hooded, yet his expression guarded.

"You depart in three days?" he asked and the crimson haired elleth nodded breathlessly.

"Aye," she whispered. Suddenly, there was a long, awkward silence that stretched between them, bewildering her. "Would you... would you prefer to come indoors.

This appeared to break the warrior from his daze. "Nay," he whispered, his eyes shadowed in the dark. "I merely visited to make a delivery, my Lady," He reached into his pocket and Brynwyn looked down to find her necklace, with the beautiful emblem attached, resting in his palm. "I lied to you... I found it."

Their fingers brushed and the spark, which had always existed between them, ruptured into flames, all-consuming and sweltering in its intensity.

"Haldir," she whispered. Brynwyn stepped towards him, her petite hand rising to rest upon his huge chest. She heard him slowly inhale and lean towards her, a deep grumble escaping his throat.

"Brynwyn."

Elated, yet winded, Brynwyn leant into him and tilted her head. Their eyes connected, emotions swarmed and irises darkened with passion and desire.

"Brynwyn," he whispered once more: longingly, desperately.

Then he did something that stunned her. He twisted away.

She almost stumbled, but caught herself against the door. "Haldir!" she called after him and the warrior paused. "Haldir... you will come to me will you not? Before we depart... three days hence?" she asked, staring at his back. Haldir looked towards his shoulder, but would not turn, would not turn his eyes or body to hers. There was a moment's stillness and to Brynwyn's despair, he left her without a word or a glance.

Brynwyn lowered her gaze to the necklace clutched in her palm and tears gathered in her eyes. She raised it to her bosom and trembled with emotion, barely restricting her torment. Her heart shattered and her knees gave way as she broke into sobs, rocking back and forth in misery and pain.

"Brynwyn?"

She did not turn at the sound of her father's voice from behind, but continued to rock, her small frame wracked with grief.

"Ai, pen neth," Idhrenion crooned as he pulled her into his arms.

"H-hurts ada," she sobbed.

Her father's arms tightened and he rocked his daughter, his heart torn at her pain. Would she ever recover from this? "I know meleth nin... I know,"

TBC

Translation

meleth nin: my love

Pen neth: little one

Ada: dad