~*~Look, I'm telling you, I don't have any Pretty Elves. Not one~*~
That night, the Dining Hall of Lord Elrond was buzzing with festivity. Minstrels were playing, vocalists were singing, Elves were dancing, and laughter filled the air. The great table was filled with delightful foods and drinks, and baskets of Lembas bread sat at each end.
Haldir stood close to the wall, talking with the Twins and Orophin when he noticed Rumil walk into the Hall, Gilraen's arm linked through his. Haldir had to admit Gilraen looked beautiful, with her long dark hair pulled up in a loose bun, and wearing a light yellow gown. He looked at Orophin and they both smiled, noting how happy Rumil looked with this lady by his side. Every time Rumil and Gilraen looked at each other, it seemed like they were falling more and more in love.
Gilraen and Rumil approached the four men and extended their greetings. Gilraen smiled at Haldir, knowing he was looking for Alatariel.
"Don't worry, Haldir, she will be here momentarily.", she said.
Haldir sighed impatiently. Then he laughed. After all those years of making her wait while he attended to something or other, it only seemed fitting that she would make him wait this time.
Just then, Elrohir walked forward, a broad smile upon his face.
"Malfanaion, my friend!! Good to see you!!", Elrohir said, shaking the other man's hand.
Haldir looked up to see a tall, thin man with long dark hair and fragile features. He seemed a bit boring, his expression and voice monotone.
Suddenly Haldir noticed who the dark haired man had his arm around. It was none other than Alatariel. And she looked absolutely radiant.
Her dark auburn hair was falling free down her back, a crown of sliver gracing her forehead. She wore a white slip dress and, as ever, the necklace Haldir had given her.
Haldir narrowed his eyes. His Lalaith was with this twit? How long had this been going on? Were they bethrothed? Why had she not mentioned it to him earlier?
Why did he care so much? This was his old friend, someone he thought of as a sister. And he was bethrothed himself. But he couldn't stop staring at them.
Alatariel finally noticed him starting at her and smiled, motioning for him to come over to them. He straightened his tunic, held his head high and walked towards them.
"Haldir, I'm glad you're here!", she said reaching up and kissing his cheek. He smiled, then turned to the dark haired man.
"I'm Haldir of Lorien, lifelong friend of Alatariel", he said, his blue eyes cold.
"I am Malfanaion.", said the dark haired Elf, his expression not changing.
Haldir looked to Alatariel questioningly before turning back to Malfanaion.
"May I have a word with the lady for a moment?", Haldir asked, not waiting for an answer before leading Alatariel to a quiet corner.
Alatariel looked at Haldir, confused.
"What is wrong?", she asked, noticing how cold his eyes were.
Haldir looked back to where Maldanaion stood, the same dumb expression on his face.
"What are you doing with him?", he asked, turning back to her.
Alatariel shrugged.
"He's couring me.", she answered simply.
Haldir snapped his head back to her
"What?? For how long?", he asked stepping closer to her.
Alatariel took a step back.
"Why do you care so much?", she asked sharply.
"Because I just do", he replied quickly.
Alatariel noticed his eyes changing as he looked at her. Her heart fluttered ever so slightly as she realized how she felt about him.
"You're jealous, aren't you?"
Haldir turned away.
"Don't be silly. I'm just looking out for your wellbeing. Besides, I have Uruviel.", he said, softly.
Alatariel felt the tears stinging her eyes, the pain that his words caused.
"That's right. I forgot all about your precious Uruviel", she spat, turning on her heel and running out to the gardens.
Haldir stood there, and closed his eyes, silently cursing himself before turning to walk towards his chamber, punching a wall on the way.
~*~typical male~*~
That night, the Dining Hall of Lord Elrond was buzzing with festivity. Minstrels were playing, vocalists were singing, Elves were dancing, and laughter filled the air. The great table was filled with delightful foods and drinks, and baskets of Lembas bread sat at each end.
Haldir stood close to the wall, talking with the Twins and Orophin when he noticed Rumil walk into the Hall, Gilraen's arm linked through his. Haldir had to admit Gilraen looked beautiful, with her long dark hair pulled up in a loose bun, and wearing a light yellow gown. He looked at Orophin and they both smiled, noting how happy Rumil looked with this lady by his side. Every time Rumil and Gilraen looked at each other, it seemed like they were falling more and more in love.
Gilraen and Rumil approached the four men and extended their greetings. Gilraen smiled at Haldir, knowing he was looking for Alatariel.
"Don't worry, Haldir, she will be here momentarily.", she said.
Haldir sighed impatiently. Then he laughed. After all those years of making her wait while he attended to something or other, it only seemed fitting that she would make him wait this time.
Just then, Elrohir walked forward, a broad smile upon his face.
"Malfanaion, my friend!! Good to see you!!", Elrohir said, shaking the other man's hand.
Haldir looked up to see a tall, thin man with long dark hair and fragile features. He seemed a bit boring, his expression and voice monotone.
Suddenly Haldir noticed who the dark haired man had his arm around. It was none other than Alatariel. And she looked absolutely radiant.
Her dark auburn hair was falling free down her back, a crown of sliver gracing her forehead. She wore a white slip dress and, as ever, the necklace Haldir had given her.
Haldir narrowed his eyes. His Lalaith was with this twit? How long had this been going on? Were they bethrothed? Why had she not mentioned it to him earlier?
Why did he care so much? This was his old friend, someone he thought of as a sister. And he was bethrothed himself. But he couldn't stop staring at them.
Alatariel finally noticed him starting at her and smiled, motioning for him to come over to them. He straightened his tunic, held his head high and walked towards them.
"Haldir, I'm glad you're here!", she said reaching up and kissing his cheek. He smiled, then turned to the dark haired man.
"I'm Haldir of Lorien, lifelong friend of Alatariel", he said, his blue eyes cold.
"I am Malfanaion.", said the dark haired Elf, his expression not changing.
Haldir looked to Alatariel questioningly before turning back to Malfanaion.
"May I have a word with the lady for a moment?", Haldir asked, not waiting for an answer before leading Alatariel to a quiet corner.
Alatariel looked at Haldir, confused.
"What is wrong?", she asked, noticing how cold his eyes were.
Haldir looked back to where Maldanaion stood, the same dumb expression on his face.
"What are you doing with him?", he asked, turning back to her.
Alatariel shrugged.
"He's couring me.", she answered simply.
Haldir snapped his head back to her
"What?? For how long?", he asked stepping closer to her.
Alatariel took a step back.
"Why do you care so much?", she asked sharply.
"Because I just do", he replied quickly.
Alatariel noticed his eyes changing as he looked at her. Her heart fluttered ever so slightly as she realized how she felt about him.
"You're jealous, aren't you?"
Haldir turned away.
"Don't be silly. I'm just looking out for your wellbeing. Besides, I have Uruviel.", he said, softly.
Alatariel felt the tears stinging her eyes, the pain that his words caused.
"That's right. I forgot all about your precious Uruviel", she spat, turning on her heel and running out to the gardens.
Haldir stood there, and closed his eyes, silently cursing himself before turning to walk towards his chamber, punching a wall on the way.
~*~typical male~*~