~*~*~ A/N: M-I-C... K-E-Y.. M-O-U-S-E! *giggle* I'm weird, okay? *~*~*~
Nicole departed the garden, catching Haldir looking upon her.
"Haldir," she said softly, and a gentle smile crossed his face.
"Nicole," he responded, and, without a word, took her hand, leading her into the forest. They came to a clearing, hidden deep in the trees of Lothlorien, with lush green grass and patches of wildflowers spread about haphazardly.
"This is where I come to think," he explained, taking a seat. She sat near him, about a foot away to his left. They were silent for several moments, as they looked up in wonder at the setting sun.
"This place is so beautiful," breathed Nicole after a moment, breaking the silence.
"Aye, milady," Haldir said softly. "But nae so beautiful as you."
Nicole paused, her jaw dropping slightly. She turned, looking at him in wonder.
"Haldir, that is perhaps the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.. I'm quite astonished that it was you who said it."
He glanced down, giving a slight shrug of his shoulders.
"I thought you did not like me," Nicole continued, and he looked back up, chuckling softly.
"Nae, milady, for it is quite the opposite. There is just something about you.. I feel drawn."
Nicole glanced down, her brow furrowing. "But, Haldir.. you're an elf, and you could probably have any unmarried elven maiden in all of Middle-Earth. Why would you favor me?"
Haldir moved a bit closer to her, now quite near to her side. "Do not put yourself down so, Nicole. I find you quite aimiable, and beautiful. Not mentioning your sense of humor, which, while strange, is quite refreshing."
She blushed slightly, looking down. Haldir, however, glanced about for a moment.
"I sense something in our presence," he whispered to her, as he reached toward his bow. "This place is close to our borders, I hope it is not orcs."
Nicole looked about for a moment, but did not see nor hear anything.
After several minutes, Haldir replaced his bow, shaking his head.
"'Tis nothing."
"Haldir?"
He looked up, moonlight shimmering off his hair. He was completely golden, radiant. Nicole sighed softly as she looked upon him. So handsome.
"Yes, Lady Nicole?"
She smiled, and leaned forward. Immediately, he understood, leaning toward her. Their mouths were just inches apart.
A sharp 'twang' sound filled the air, as an arrow landed merely centimeters from Nicole. Haldir instantly drew his bow, jumping up and firing an arrow toward the offending orc, who had shot at them. Nicole's eyes were wide, looking at the arrow which, if it had been merely an inch to the right, would have peirced her.
"Are you all right?" Haldir asked, helping Nicole to her feet.
"I'm wigged," she admitted, receiving a strange look from Haldir.
"Wigged?"
"Oh.. frightened. I'm frightened, that arrow.. it almost hit me."
Haldir nodded, pondering for a moment.
"I had best guide you back to the House of Healing, and then I will return to check for more orcs."
Nicole nodding, sighing softly. She had almost kissed him, but then was almost killed. That was a portent if she ever did see it.
Galadriel looked grimly into her mirror, watching as Nicole almost kissed Haldir.
"That orc was a warning," she said wisely, closing her eyes. "Iluvatar, and his Valar, must wish them not to be. I do wonder why."
Celeborn joined her, eyes lowering to the image in the mirror.
"I warned Haldir," he said softly. "Why did he listen to me not?"
Galadriel turned, smiling sadly at her husband. "If someone had warned you not to love me, would you have listened?"
Celeborn shook his head slightly, and took his wife's face in his hands.
"Nae, my fair flower."
Haldir walked Nicole up to the House of Healing, hand in hand, watching as she moved under the light of the moon. As they reached the door, she turned to him, smiling.
"Well, this is my stop," she said, and he returned her smile, though, half the time, he did not understand what she said.
"Good evening, Lady Nicole," he said, bowing his head politely. He drew her hand to his lips, kissing the back of it softly.
"I think I'm going to swoon," Nicole thought to herself, and grinned at Haldir.
"Good night," she responded, and slipped into the House.
As Haldir descended the stairs, he shook his head.
"Celeborn warned me to love her not, yet my heart yearns for her. Was that orc merely a coincidence, or was it a portent of warning?"
Nicole ran across the room, jumping up onto the bed. Luinëlotwen looked at her, a strange expression on her face, as Nicole jumped up and down on the bed.
"What are you doing?" the elf asked, chuckling a bit at Nicole's carefree attitude.
"Oh, Luinëlotwen!" Nicole exclaimed, pausing the jumping for a moment to respond. "You have no idea how wonderful tonight has been!"
Luinëlotwen was about to respond, when her husband, Himlómion, came behind her, taking her hand in his. He was tall, noble in appearance, and quite handsome.
"It would seem that Nicole's ankle has healed," he said gently, smiling a bit as Nicole resumed jumping upon the bed.
"Yep!" Nicole exclaimed, finally tiring and falling to a sitting position. Himlómion and Luinëlotwen shared a look as she began to sing, in a rather loud voice. They did not care, for the House of Healing was empty besides the rather strange human girl.
"Responsibility! What's that?! Responsibility, not quite yet! Responsibility! What's that? I don't wanna think about it, we'd be better off without it!"
(A/N: That's by MxPx. Great band. Great song. Great. )
Celeborn approached Haldir, a worried look on his fair, timeless face.
"Haldir, I come to warn you once more."
Haldir looked down, nodding. "I know, my lord. It is just.. I feel I cannot help myself."
"Why do you favor her so?" asked Celeborn, raising delicate eyebrows. "After all, you could wed nearly any maiden in all of Lothlorien."
"I know not," said Haldir in a low voice. "She is a mystery to me, quite intriguing."
"I understand that," responded Celeborn, shaking his head. "But you must not love her. I warn you yet again, Haldir, please - for your safety and hers."
~*~*~ A/N: What will happen? Iunno. *~*~*
Nicole departed the garden, catching Haldir looking upon her.
"Haldir," she said softly, and a gentle smile crossed his face.
"Nicole," he responded, and, without a word, took her hand, leading her into the forest. They came to a clearing, hidden deep in the trees of Lothlorien, with lush green grass and patches of wildflowers spread about haphazardly.
"This is where I come to think," he explained, taking a seat. She sat near him, about a foot away to his left. They were silent for several moments, as they looked up in wonder at the setting sun.
"This place is so beautiful," breathed Nicole after a moment, breaking the silence.
"Aye, milady," Haldir said softly. "But nae so beautiful as you."
Nicole paused, her jaw dropping slightly. She turned, looking at him in wonder.
"Haldir, that is perhaps the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.. I'm quite astonished that it was you who said it."
He glanced down, giving a slight shrug of his shoulders.
"I thought you did not like me," Nicole continued, and he looked back up, chuckling softly.
"Nae, milady, for it is quite the opposite. There is just something about you.. I feel drawn."
Nicole glanced down, her brow furrowing. "But, Haldir.. you're an elf, and you could probably have any unmarried elven maiden in all of Middle-Earth. Why would you favor me?"
Haldir moved a bit closer to her, now quite near to her side. "Do not put yourself down so, Nicole. I find you quite aimiable, and beautiful. Not mentioning your sense of humor, which, while strange, is quite refreshing."
She blushed slightly, looking down. Haldir, however, glanced about for a moment.
"I sense something in our presence," he whispered to her, as he reached toward his bow. "This place is close to our borders, I hope it is not orcs."
Nicole looked about for a moment, but did not see nor hear anything.
After several minutes, Haldir replaced his bow, shaking his head.
"'Tis nothing."
"Haldir?"
He looked up, moonlight shimmering off his hair. He was completely golden, radiant. Nicole sighed softly as she looked upon him. So handsome.
"Yes, Lady Nicole?"
She smiled, and leaned forward. Immediately, he understood, leaning toward her. Their mouths were just inches apart.
A sharp 'twang' sound filled the air, as an arrow landed merely centimeters from Nicole. Haldir instantly drew his bow, jumping up and firing an arrow toward the offending orc, who had shot at them. Nicole's eyes were wide, looking at the arrow which, if it had been merely an inch to the right, would have peirced her.
"Are you all right?" Haldir asked, helping Nicole to her feet.
"I'm wigged," she admitted, receiving a strange look from Haldir.
"Wigged?"
"Oh.. frightened. I'm frightened, that arrow.. it almost hit me."
Haldir nodded, pondering for a moment.
"I had best guide you back to the House of Healing, and then I will return to check for more orcs."
Nicole nodding, sighing softly. She had almost kissed him, but then was almost killed. That was a portent if she ever did see it.
Galadriel looked grimly into her mirror, watching as Nicole almost kissed Haldir.
"That orc was a warning," she said wisely, closing her eyes. "Iluvatar, and his Valar, must wish them not to be. I do wonder why."
Celeborn joined her, eyes lowering to the image in the mirror.
"I warned Haldir," he said softly. "Why did he listen to me not?"
Galadriel turned, smiling sadly at her husband. "If someone had warned you not to love me, would you have listened?"
Celeborn shook his head slightly, and took his wife's face in his hands.
"Nae, my fair flower."
Haldir walked Nicole up to the House of Healing, hand in hand, watching as she moved under the light of the moon. As they reached the door, she turned to him, smiling.
"Well, this is my stop," she said, and he returned her smile, though, half the time, he did not understand what she said.
"Good evening, Lady Nicole," he said, bowing his head politely. He drew her hand to his lips, kissing the back of it softly.
"I think I'm going to swoon," Nicole thought to herself, and grinned at Haldir.
"Good night," she responded, and slipped into the House.
As Haldir descended the stairs, he shook his head.
"Celeborn warned me to love her not, yet my heart yearns for her. Was that orc merely a coincidence, or was it a portent of warning?"
Nicole ran across the room, jumping up onto the bed. Luinëlotwen looked at her, a strange expression on her face, as Nicole jumped up and down on the bed.
"What are you doing?" the elf asked, chuckling a bit at Nicole's carefree attitude.
"Oh, Luinëlotwen!" Nicole exclaimed, pausing the jumping for a moment to respond. "You have no idea how wonderful tonight has been!"
Luinëlotwen was about to respond, when her husband, Himlómion, came behind her, taking her hand in his. He was tall, noble in appearance, and quite handsome.
"It would seem that Nicole's ankle has healed," he said gently, smiling a bit as Nicole resumed jumping upon the bed.
"Yep!" Nicole exclaimed, finally tiring and falling to a sitting position. Himlómion and Luinëlotwen shared a look as she began to sing, in a rather loud voice. They did not care, for the House of Healing was empty besides the rather strange human girl.
"Responsibility! What's that?! Responsibility, not quite yet! Responsibility! What's that? I don't wanna think about it, we'd be better off without it!"
(A/N: That's by MxPx. Great band. Great song. Great. )
Celeborn approached Haldir, a worried look on his fair, timeless face.
"Haldir, I come to warn you once more."
Haldir looked down, nodding. "I know, my lord. It is just.. I feel I cannot help myself."
"Why do you favor her so?" asked Celeborn, raising delicate eyebrows. "After all, you could wed nearly any maiden in all of Lothlorien."
"I know not," said Haldir in a low voice. "She is a mystery to me, quite intriguing."
"I understand that," responded Celeborn, shaking his head. "But you must not love her. I warn you yet again, Haldir, please - for your safety and hers."
~*~*~ A/N: What will happen? Iunno. *~*~*