~*~NO PRETTY ELVES, OKAY???~*~
Alatariel walked quietly down the corridor towards Haldir's chamber, her hand clutched to the necklace. She felt terrible about running out the way she did at the feast, and wanted to apologize to Haldir for it.
She stopped in front of his door and took a deep breath before knocking.
"Enter", came his voice, muffled through the door.
Alatariel opened the door slowly and peeked around the door to see Haldir sitting in a chair, a cloth wrapped around his hand.
She rushed to him and kneeled at his feet, seeing the pain in his face.
"What did you do?", she asked, unwrapping the cloth to find his good fighting hand cut and bloody.
He winced at her touch, but did not pull away.
"I punched a wall. I was angry at myself for hurting you", he said, his voice shaky.
Alatariel looked up at him.
"Well, now I'm angry with you for acting like a child. Nothing is gained from punching inanimate objects besides a broken hand.", she scolded, using some Elvish magic at the same time to mend his wound.
Haldir sat there, watching her. He took in the sight of her, letting all thoughts of anything else leave his mind. She looked up just then, her eyes meeting his. He took his free hand and placed it on her cheek, stroking it with his thumb.
Alatariel sighed, closing her eyes. She placed her hand on top of his, smiling slightly.
She opened her eyes again, staring into the deepness of Haldir's own blue eyes.
"I am sorry for earlier", she said softly, breaking the silence.
Haldir just smiled and leaned slightly forward, pulling her face towards his. In that moment, all he wanted to do was take her in his arms and kiss her.
"There is nothing to be sorry for", he replied, as she leaned forward towards him.
They were inches away from each other, Haldir's fingers running through her hair. Alatariel reached up and ran two fingers down his neck and over his collarbone as their lips touched.
Haldir wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his chest as she threw her long slender arms around his broad shoulders.
They kissed each other for a few minutes before Haldir came back to his senses and pulled away suddenly. She looked up at him, confused and scared.
"I can't do this, Alatariel. I'm sorry.", he said, turning away from her, avoiding her questioning eyes.
"Why? I thought you-", she started before he cut her off.
"Just leave me be", he said, standing.
Alatariel felt like someone had plunged a knife in her back as she turned and ran out of the room, tears flooding out of her eyes.
Haldir sunk back down to the bed, holding his face in his hands.
~*~
Hours went by as Haldir sat in the chair, thinking about the events of the evening, wondering why he had let himself hurt the one person he had grown to care about.
And then, as if she were there in the room with him, Haldir heard the words Galadriel has spoken to him the night before Alatariel had come to Rivendell.
"You do not yet know what impact this child of mine will have on your life, Haldir. Only time can tell."
Suddenly, it all made sense to him. Alatariel was the one he was supposed to love. She was born to be with him.
He couldn't marry Uruviel. Not when he knew this.
Not now that he realized he was in love with Alatariel.
And he was going to make sure he fixed this mess he had made. Starting first thing in the morning.
~*~oooo~*~
Alatariel walked quietly down the corridor towards Haldir's chamber, her hand clutched to the necklace. She felt terrible about running out the way she did at the feast, and wanted to apologize to Haldir for it.
She stopped in front of his door and took a deep breath before knocking.
"Enter", came his voice, muffled through the door.
Alatariel opened the door slowly and peeked around the door to see Haldir sitting in a chair, a cloth wrapped around his hand.
She rushed to him and kneeled at his feet, seeing the pain in his face.
"What did you do?", she asked, unwrapping the cloth to find his good fighting hand cut and bloody.
He winced at her touch, but did not pull away.
"I punched a wall. I was angry at myself for hurting you", he said, his voice shaky.
Alatariel looked up at him.
"Well, now I'm angry with you for acting like a child. Nothing is gained from punching inanimate objects besides a broken hand.", she scolded, using some Elvish magic at the same time to mend his wound.
Haldir sat there, watching her. He took in the sight of her, letting all thoughts of anything else leave his mind. She looked up just then, her eyes meeting his. He took his free hand and placed it on her cheek, stroking it with his thumb.
Alatariel sighed, closing her eyes. She placed her hand on top of his, smiling slightly.
She opened her eyes again, staring into the deepness of Haldir's own blue eyes.
"I am sorry for earlier", she said softly, breaking the silence.
Haldir just smiled and leaned slightly forward, pulling her face towards his. In that moment, all he wanted to do was take her in his arms and kiss her.
"There is nothing to be sorry for", he replied, as she leaned forward towards him.
They were inches away from each other, Haldir's fingers running through her hair. Alatariel reached up and ran two fingers down his neck and over his collarbone as their lips touched.
Haldir wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his chest as she threw her long slender arms around his broad shoulders.
They kissed each other for a few minutes before Haldir came back to his senses and pulled away suddenly. She looked up at him, confused and scared.
"I can't do this, Alatariel. I'm sorry.", he said, turning away from her, avoiding her questioning eyes.
"Why? I thought you-", she started before he cut her off.
"Just leave me be", he said, standing.
Alatariel felt like someone had plunged a knife in her back as she turned and ran out of the room, tears flooding out of her eyes.
Haldir sunk back down to the bed, holding his face in his hands.
~*~
Hours went by as Haldir sat in the chair, thinking about the events of the evening, wondering why he had let himself hurt the one person he had grown to care about.
And then, as if she were there in the room with him, Haldir heard the words Galadriel has spoken to him the night before Alatariel had come to Rivendell.
"You do not yet know what impact this child of mine will have on your life, Haldir. Only time can tell."
Suddenly, it all made sense to him. Alatariel was the one he was supposed to love. She was born to be with him.
He couldn't marry Uruviel. Not when he knew this.
Not now that he realized he was in love with Alatariel.
And he was going to make sure he fixed this mess he had made. Starting first thing in the morning.
~*~oooo~*~