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Chapter 5
Melda stayed at least an arms length away from Haldir, why had she agreed to the walk it was suicide, not only was he gorgeous but she a 17 year-old girl. She played with a crease in her dress; she did not know how to act around men outside of a social occasion. The only males she had ever been friends with were her brothers. She felt beyond unsettled and the fact that Haldir kept trying to get her closer did not make the situation any better. Haldir turned and touched her on the arm Melda flinched it away, he spoke with concern "Why do you keep me at such a distance I will not hurt you."
Melda replied flatly avoiding his gaze "There are different kinds of hurt I am protecting myself from all."
Haldir held Melda by her arms neither tight nor loose he looked straight into her eyes "I would not willing induce any on you."
Melda broke the gaze but still stood in his arms "Yes you would just to satisfy your own needs."
He pulled her closer "How can you accuse me of such a thing? You know that I would not. If it meant hurting you then I would never. I mean that with all my heart NEVER."
This did make Melda look at the beautiful being in front of her, she felt a flush of something within but her sense cut in and repressed it. Melda stepped back from the embrace and began fiddling with her hands muttering "The heart is fickle, it out runs the brain when emotions are involved."
Haldir took a step forward "That may be true, but a heart senses what a brain does not."
Melda could not argue with that comment, but she had never felt that she ever needed a heart, no one to love or to love back except her family and they were no longer part of her. Haldir tentatively stepped forward ad brushed a hand down Melda's cheek; she did not flinch this time but merely said, "Please do not do that again. I will let you away this once because you have caught me at a fragile moment."
Haldir continued stroking her neck this time lifting her hair from her ears "Why are you feeling fragile and why are your ears curved?"
Melda lifted his hand away "These are questions I am unable to answer, perhaps one day they will be revealed but not now. Do not ask more or I shall have to lie and I do not want to lie to you." Melda cursed herself for letting Haldir know that he was breaking her protective ice. They had only met properly hours ago and already he had seen her naked, she had let her guard down and she contemplating things that a young girl should not. A very eventful meeting to say the least.
Haldir stared at the girl she was more than aloof, constantly on guard incase she got hurt, but by what? She said so many cryptic things about affairs of the heart that he never really knew what she meant. Not only had he never met her before but also there were things that puzzled him about her, she was supposed to be a relative of Arwen yet she had the ears of a man, but the face of an elf, though she did not act like one. Melda suited her though her name 'Beloved', her parents must of known she would be of beauty even to rival Arwen, perhaps they could be related after all. His mind went back to their first 'personal' meeting, it had been very personal. He thought back to her legs all bloodied and bruised how rude she must be in agony and he asked her to go for a walk, they better sit down. Still he could not tear his mind away from it; she had stood before him in 'all' her glory shy and ashamed not realising what an effect she had on him, and how wonderful she looked. A sudden realisation hit Haldir, no wonder she did not want him to touch her, she must think that he is some sort of animal only after one thing, following her around, asking to go off for a walk he had made such a fool of himself.
Haldir asked Melda if she wanted a seat, it was gladly taken because her legs were crippling under the pain. He tried to change the conversation topic from subjects that buried to far underneath Melda's protective coating. He simply asked, "Why do you wear boy's clothes when riding?"
Melda blushed not wanting to tell the true reason why she had worn them that day but why she wore them normally "They are easier to ride in that's all. A skirt can be bothersome when you have to go at a great speed."
Haldir smiled "And it would have been bothersome that day. You are a very skilled rider, but why did you flee when we approached?"
Melda licked her lips, it was begging to become a habit "I did not want you to see me dressed as a boy, it would be most embarrassing."
Haldir laughed "Opposed to seeing you in the nude."
Melda turned a very dark red colour and then joined in, the laughter caused her to shake so violently that she made no sound. She was beginning to like the elf very much she felt that now all the deep stuff was over she could get to know him, as friend above all. The couple sat there for sometime laughing and joking about the sheer embarrassment of their first meeting and how Melda did look like a young boy to an extent in her guise. She did not know whether to take it as ac compliment of not so she asked her new friend "Do you prefer me as a boy or as Melda?"
He toyed "Now that is a tough question."
Melda tapped him on the arm "I hope that you are not saying that I look like a boy!"
Haldir creased his brow trying to stop a smile from reaching his lips "Of course not I would be far to scared."
Melda stuck out her bottom lip "Why would you be scared of someone like me, so small and fragile?"
Haldir stood up and lengthened a steady arm for Melda, who wobbled about trying to stand on her weak legs, he said, "Because people are not always as they seem many are and many are not. For all I know you could be a warrior who has come out of many battles or a sorceress with tremendous powers."
Melda dusted herself off and tried not to look to deeply into what Haldir had said, she looked at him "You don't have to worry I am not a warrior or an all powerful sorceress, just Melda." The name had become part of her already she felt that it fitted her, perchance more than the one before.
Haldir took her arm; she shivered free Haldir kept a smirk on his face "Well just Melda I hope to find out more about you."
She giggled trying not to sound like those girls at the feasts all over men "And I you Haldir."
They walked back to the courtyard.
Karr could not sleep his mind spun in the silent room. The funeral had been today the thought of his older but somehow younger sister dead caught him, how could it have happened? He asked his mother why she was up in the tower room again, like she had when she was younger Karr had a vague memory of the disgusting room that she spent her early life in. His mother simply avoided questions saying that Aria liked the view, but he knew that she was not letting on to something important. His mother always thought she had this great effect on men bending them to her will but they only played along with her sick games. She was just a sad old woman who wasted her youth on men and chasing a good time. Karr made sure that he would never marry a woman of that sort or if need be not marry at all, children didn't matter that much to him unless it was with the right girl other wise they would end up unloved and abandoned like he and his siblings. His mind cast back to the funeral and the tear stained face of his little sister Sora; she was going to be a beauty just like Aria. The name brought back the pains that tore the edges of his heart. His little sister Sora he could not let his mother mar the little girl like her elder. He could not forgive himself. Then he thought of his brother's Orren and Kavan young and mischievous. He made up his mind there and then that he would be the best King that Ahelstan had ever had, he had to protect his siblings from the corruption and hatred that his parents fed off. Since a young age he had always advised his father on political matters, that man was incompetent when it came to matters of the state. He even got to go to the counsel of Elrond; no other his age had done so. He knew more about the world out side him and the affairs of he ring than any body in the Ahelstan palace, save Aria who had an interest in the matters as well. Karr turned over in his bed the night was cold and lifeless. He clambered out of bed and opened the colossal window that over shadowed his room. He stood for sometime when he heard the latch click on his door; three small shadows stood in the space. A voice spoke "Karr, we're sorry to bother you but can we sleep in here tonight. A horrible noise is coming from down the hall and we're scared." Kavan stepped forward holding his little sisters' hand. Sora was close to sleep and rubbed her eyes. Karr smiled at the children and motioned to his bed "Of course you can sleep in my bed." The children heads had barely touched the pillow and they had fallen asleep. Karr chose not to sleep in the cramped bed, he went to an armchair by the fire and sat quietly. His mother was definitely back to her old tricks. Literally tricks. He tried to soothe his mind to sleep but it would not relent. The sun came and Karr stood to get ready for the day ahead.
Chapter 5
Melda stayed at least an arms length away from Haldir, why had she agreed to the walk it was suicide, not only was he gorgeous but she a 17 year-old girl. She played with a crease in her dress; she did not know how to act around men outside of a social occasion. The only males she had ever been friends with were her brothers. She felt beyond unsettled and the fact that Haldir kept trying to get her closer did not make the situation any better. Haldir turned and touched her on the arm Melda flinched it away, he spoke with concern "Why do you keep me at such a distance I will not hurt you."
Melda replied flatly avoiding his gaze "There are different kinds of hurt I am protecting myself from all."
Haldir held Melda by her arms neither tight nor loose he looked straight into her eyes "I would not willing induce any on you."
Melda broke the gaze but still stood in his arms "Yes you would just to satisfy your own needs."
He pulled her closer "How can you accuse me of such a thing? You know that I would not. If it meant hurting you then I would never. I mean that with all my heart NEVER."
This did make Melda look at the beautiful being in front of her, she felt a flush of something within but her sense cut in and repressed it. Melda stepped back from the embrace and began fiddling with her hands muttering "The heart is fickle, it out runs the brain when emotions are involved."
Haldir took a step forward "That may be true, but a heart senses what a brain does not."
Melda could not argue with that comment, but she had never felt that she ever needed a heart, no one to love or to love back except her family and they were no longer part of her. Haldir tentatively stepped forward ad brushed a hand down Melda's cheek; she did not flinch this time but merely said, "Please do not do that again. I will let you away this once because you have caught me at a fragile moment."
Haldir continued stroking her neck this time lifting her hair from her ears "Why are you feeling fragile and why are your ears curved?"
Melda lifted his hand away "These are questions I am unable to answer, perhaps one day they will be revealed but not now. Do not ask more or I shall have to lie and I do not want to lie to you." Melda cursed herself for letting Haldir know that he was breaking her protective ice. They had only met properly hours ago and already he had seen her naked, she had let her guard down and she contemplating things that a young girl should not. A very eventful meeting to say the least.
Haldir stared at the girl she was more than aloof, constantly on guard incase she got hurt, but by what? She said so many cryptic things about affairs of the heart that he never really knew what she meant. Not only had he never met her before but also there were things that puzzled him about her, she was supposed to be a relative of Arwen yet she had the ears of a man, but the face of an elf, though she did not act like one. Melda suited her though her name 'Beloved', her parents must of known she would be of beauty even to rival Arwen, perhaps they could be related after all. His mind went back to their first 'personal' meeting, it had been very personal. He thought back to her legs all bloodied and bruised how rude she must be in agony and he asked her to go for a walk, they better sit down. Still he could not tear his mind away from it; she had stood before him in 'all' her glory shy and ashamed not realising what an effect she had on him, and how wonderful she looked. A sudden realisation hit Haldir, no wonder she did not want him to touch her, she must think that he is some sort of animal only after one thing, following her around, asking to go off for a walk he had made such a fool of himself.
Haldir asked Melda if she wanted a seat, it was gladly taken because her legs were crippling under the pain. He tried to change the conversation topic from subjects that buried to far underneath Melda's protective coating. He simply asked, "Why do you wear boy's clothes when riding?"
Melda blushed not wanting to tell the true reason why she had worn them that day but why she wore them normally "They are easier to ride in that's all. A skirt can be bothersome when you have to go at a great speed."
Haldir smiled "And it would have been bothersome that day. You are a very skilled rider, but why did you flee when we approached?"
Melda licked her lips, it was begging to become a habit "I did not want you to see me dressed as a boy, it would be most embarrassing."
Haldir laughed "Opposed to seeing you in the nude."
Melda turned a very dark red colour and then joined in, the laughter caused her to shake so violently that she made no sound. She was beginning to like the elf very much she felt that now all the deep stuff was over she could get to know him, as friend above all. The couple sat there for sometime laughing and joking about the sheer embarrassment of their first meeting and how Melda did look like a young boy to an extent in her guise. She did not know whether to take it as ac compliment of not so she asked her new friend "Do you prefer me as a boy or as Melda?"
He toyed "Now that is a tough question."
Melda tapped him on the arm "I hope that you are not saying that I look like a boy!"
Haldir creased his brow trying to stop a smile from reaching his lips "Of course not I would be far to scared."
Melda stuck out her bottom lip "Why would you be scared of someone like me, so small and fragile?"
Haldir stood up and lengthened a steady arm for Melda, who wobbled about trying to stand on her weak legs, he said, "Because people are not always as they seem many are and many are not. For all I know you could be a warrior who has come out of many battles or a sorceress with tremendous powers."
Melda dusted herself off and tried not to look to deeply into what Haldir had said, she looked at him "You don't have to worry I am not a warrior or an all powerful sorceress, just Melda." The name had become part of her already she felt that it fitted her, perchance more than the one before.
Haldir took her arm; she shivered free Haldir kept a smirk on his face "Well just Melda I hope to find out more about you."
She giggled trying not to sound like those girls at the feasts all over men "And I you Haldir."
They walked back to the courtyard.
Karr could not sleep his mind spun in the silent room. The funeral had been today the thought of his older but somehow younger sister dead caught him, how could it have happened? He asked his mother why she was up in the tower room again, like she had when she was younger Karr had a vague memory of the disgusting room that she spent her early life in. His mother simply avoided questions saying that Aria liked the view, but he knew that she was not letting on to something important. His mother always thought she had this great effect on men bending them to her will but they only played along with her sick games. She was just a sad old woman who wasted her youth on men and chasing a good time. Karr made sure that he would never marry a woman of that sort or if need be not marry at all, children didn't matter that much to him unless it was with the right girl other wise they would end up unloved and abandoned like he and his siblings. His mind cast back to the funeral and the tear stained face of his little sister Sora; she was going to be a beauty just like Aria. The name brought back the pains that tore the edges of his heart. His little sister Sora he could not let his mother mar the little girl like her elder. He could not forgive himself. Then he thought of his brother's Orren and Kavan young and mischievous. He made up his mind there and then that he would be the best King that Ahelstan had ever had, he had to protect his siblings from the corruption and hatred that his parents fed off. Since a young age he had always advised his father on political matters, that man was incompetent when it came to matters of the state. He even got to go to the counsel of Elrond; no other his age had done so. He knew more about the world out side him and the affairs of he ring than any body in the Ahelstan palace, save Aria who had an interest in the matters as well. Karr turned over in his bed the night was cold and lifeless. He clambered out of bed and opened the colossal window that over shadowed his room. He stood for sometime when he heard the latch click on his door; three small shadows stood in the space. A voice spoke "Karr, we're sorry to bother you but can we sleep in here tonight. A horrible noise is coming from down the hall and we're scared." Kavan stepped forward holding his little sisters' hand. Sora was close to sleep and rubbed her eyes. Karr smiled at the children and motioned to his bed "Of course you can sleep in my bed." The children heads had barely touched the pillow and they had fallen asleep. Karr chose not to sleep in the cramped bed, he went to an armchair by the fire and sat quietly. His mother was definitely back to her old tricks. Literally tricks. He tried to soothe his mind to sleep but it would not relent. The sun came and Karr stood to get ready for the day ahead.
