Disclaimer: None of the Characters from the book Lord of the Rings are mine
as much as I wish they were. The fact is Tolkien would be rolling over in
his grave if he knew what I have done to his characters but he doesn't so
hey what the heck. I give you chapter 2!
There were no words to describe the pain Haldir felt as those words escaped from Legolas's mouth. Haldir attempted to open his mouth but no words came so a nod would have to do. Numerielle looked so different not as he remembered her, she was just as beautiful, perhaps more so now that she was no longer his, but some how she seemed subdued defeated as though she was dieing.
"Well Haldir I don't mean to be rude but my wife and I have pressing matters to attend to, I have taken the liberty to have your old room prepared for you. I trust you remember it's whereabouts?" Haldir looked up in an attempt to meet Numerielle's eyes but it was in vain. "Yes I remember its location well enough." In a last attempt to get a message to Numerielle he said rather loudly "I will be there if anyone wishes to speak to me."
The hall seemed to be cold and cruel as though the very walls were laughing at him for loosing her. How could he have been so blind? A radiant creature as Numerielle staying single for seven years, epically in the same region as Legolas Greenleaf. The winding staircase that led to his room was flooded with memories, memories of Numerielle.*** her arms and neck as white as snow, they were gleaming in the moonlight. She was running up the stairs to the only room at the top, his. "Haldir, Haldir, .I love you" her voice seemed to breathe in his ear, all he wanted was her and she was his. His arms were behind her as he placed her on the bed. She ran her fingers through his hair.*** NO! Stop thinking of those things. She was Legolas's wife now, a princess now, not concern of his.
Everything about the room was the same as it had been when he hade left it seven years ago. The same green covers on the dark walnut bed. The same vanity and green velvet stool.*** Her face was illuminated by the soft glow of the candles, her eyes shimmered, her skin, so soft.**** "AHHHHHHHH!!! Valar help me!" he flung himself on the bed "no one else can."
He laid there, pain flooding his body, for what seemed like hours. When a knock came to the door. He jumped up, what if it were Numerielle? He ran to the door and opened it.
It was not his Numerielle, only a plain maid. "Haldir of Lothlorien I presume?" his body felt heavy "yes it is I" "prince Legolas wishes for you to know that the evening meal will be shortly if you care to partake." With that she walked away.
He decided that he would go to the meal; maybe he could steal a privet word with Numerielle. The chest of drawers and pulled out fresh clothes. When he removed his tunic he saw around his neck the little silver and gold leaf incrusted with emeralds that Numerielle hade given him one that night when the hade departed vowing to love one another undyingly. *** She was staring down for the horse; Glorfindel was urging her to leave. But her white hand clung to his. "Numerielle for the love of the Valar if you plan to live through the night then we must leave." Glorfindel was yelling over the howling of the wind. "You must go my love, I will see you again, and this is not goodbye, never goodbye Numerielle, never say good bye." The words left his mouth but were some how lost in the wind, but she knew what he hade said. As the horse ran off he could hear here words "Do not forget me Haldir" as he turned away he found something in the palm of his hand, it was her necklace. He would ware it until the day he saw her again, or until he died which ever came first.*** It seemed to Haldir that both were happening to him at the same time. He pulled the tunic over his head and left.
As he walked down the stair way and into the hall he could smell the sent of lembas and wine. He entered the room Legolas was smiling "so glad you could make it, when you arrived today you looked rather ill, to much traveling I assume." Numerielle was next to him. Haldir snatched up her hand and pressed it to his lips in a soft kiss "Lady Greenleaf you look beautiful, as always." She looked at him, those eyes, and soft as the silver clouds and the moon all in one, oh how he loved those eyes.
As he drew away he felt something in his hand, it was a note. Written in Numerielle's hand. It read:
Haldir, I must talk to you, alone. I shall come to your room tonight I know not when but as soon as it can. I never forgot you, and never I will. Until
tonight.
Numerielle
His hands shook he would speak to her tonight, until then he would eat his meal.
***********************Later after dinner, Haldir is in his Chamber awaiting Numerielle***********************************************************
His palms were covered in sweat. Soon very soon she would be here with him again. All would be known, and if it all went well perhaps they would be Numerielle and Haldir, Together as one.
There was a sharp knock at his door. He ran to it and opened it. She was there in all her glory as beautiful as ever. "Numerielle.. I." she jumped into his arms and her lips were pressed against his, At first in shock he did not respond, but quickly he gave in as her tough worked its way into his mouth. He spun her around and shut the door. He carried her across the room to the bed. ***************************Next morning*******************************
His eyes opened and there she was, not a dream but as real as day. In the early morning light she was as lovely as a winters day covered in frost. But then it hit him; this beautiful girl next to him was Legolas's wife.
There were no words to describe the pain Haldir felt as those words escaped from Legolas's mouth. Haldir attempted to open his mouth but no words came so a nod would have to do. Numerielle looked so different not as he remembered her, she was just as beautiful, perhaps more so now that she was no longer his, but some how she seemed subdued defeated as though she was dieing.
"Well Haldir I don't mean to be rude but my wife and I have pressing matters to attend to, I have taken the liberty to have your old room prepared for you. I trust you remember it's whereabouts?" Haldir looked up in an attempt to meet Numerielle's eyes but it was in vain. "Yes I remember its location well enough." In a last attempt to get a message to Numerielle he said rather loudly "I will be there if anyone wishes to speak to me."
The hall seemed to be cold and cruel as though the very walls were laughing at him for loosing her. How could he have been so blind? A radiant creature as Numerielle staying single for seven years, epically in the same region as Legolas Greenleaf. The winding staircase that led to his room was flooded with memories, memories of Numerielle.*** her arms and neck as white as snow, they were gleaming in the moonlight. She was running up the stairs to the only room at the top, his. "Haldir, Haldir, .I love you" her voice seemed to breathe in his ear, all he wanted was her and she was his. His arms were behind her as he placed her on the bed. She ran her fingers through his hair.*** NO! Stop thinking of those things. She was Legolas's wife now, a princess now, not concern of his.
Everything about the room was the same as it had been when he hade left it seven years ago. The same green covers on the dark walnut bed. The same vanity and green velvet stool.*** Her face was illuminated by the soft glow of the candles, her eyes shimmered, her skin, so soft.**** "AHHHHHHHH!!! Valar help me!" he flung himself on the bed "no one else can."
He laid there, pain flooding his body, for what seemed like hours. When a knock came to the door. He jumped up, what if it were Numerielle? He ran to the door and opened it.
It was not his Numerielle, only a plain maid. "Haldir of Lothlorien I presume?" his body felt heavy "yes it is I" "prince Legolas wishes for you to know that the evening meal will be shortly if you care to partake." With that she walked away.
He decided that he would go to the meal; maybe he could steal a privet word with Numerielle. The chest of drawers and pulled out fresh clothes. When he removed his tunic he saw around his neck the little silver and gold leaf incrusted with emeralds that Numerielle hade given him one that night when the hade departed vowing to love one another undyingly. *** She was staring down for the horse; Glorfindel was urging her to leave. But her white hand clung to his. "Numerielle for the love of the Valar if you plan to live through the night then we must leave." Glorfindel was yelling over the howling of the wind. "You must go my love, I will see you again, and this is not goodbye, never goodbye Numerielle, never say good bye." The words left his mouth but were some how lost in the wind, but she knew what he hade said. As the horse ran off he could hear here words "Do not forget me Haldir" as he turned away he found something in the palm of his hand, it was her necklace. He would ware it until the day he saw her again, or until he died which ever came first.*** It seemed to Haldir that both were happening to him at the same time. He pulled the tunic over his head and left.
As he walked down the stair way and into the hall he could smell the sent of lembas and wine. He entered the room Legolas was smiling "so glad you could make it, when you arrived today you looked rather ill, to much traveling I assume." Numerielle was next to him. Haldir snatched up her hand and pressed it to his lips in a soft kiss "Lady Greenleaf you look beautiful, as always." She looked at him, those eyes, and soft as the silver clouds and the moon all in one, oh how he loved those eyes.
As he drew away he felt something in his hand, it was a note. Written in Numerielle's hand. It read:
Haldir, I must talk to you, alone. I shall come to your room tonight I know not when but as soon as it can. I never forgot you, and never I will. Until
tonight.
Numerielle
His hands shook he would speak to her tonight, until then he would eat his meal.
***********************Later after dinner, Haldir is in his Chamber awaiting Numerielle***********************************************************
His palms were covered in sweat. Soon very soon she would be here with him again. All would be known, and if it all went well perhaps they would be Numerielle and Haldir, Together as one.
There was a sharp knock at his door. He ran to it and opened it. She was there in all her glory as beautiful as ever. "Numerielle.. I." she jumped into his arms and her lips were pressed against his, At first in shock he did not respond, but quickly he gave in as her tough worked its way into his mouth. He spun her around and shut the door. He carried her across the room to the bed. ***************************Next morning*******************************
His eyes opened and there she was, not a dream but as real as day. In the early morning light she was as lovely as a winters day covered in frost. But then it hit him; this beautiful girl next to him was Legolas's wife.