AUTHORS NOTE: Well, exam week is over and I'm back. I've finished most of
my other story so I'm here to continue this one. I update frequently so
don't worry about another thing like where I stop my story again. So let's
get back to it!
Can we please drop the whole God thing? I know a lot about the "Religions" of Middle-Earth and happen to know about the Valor and all that fun stuff. I've real the Silmarillion. This is the way I choose to write my story and if you don't like it, well go read something you do like.
Haldir stirred in the bed. He felt the silk of the sheets running along his bare, hairless feet and legs as he shifted. His head thudded lightly still, but he didn't feel much else. He turned his face into the soft pillow. It smelled good, like the wind after a rainstorm. He braced his foot on the bed and attempted to roll over onto his left side, but as he moved, his chest felt like it was ripping. He hissed loudly and grabbed the sheets in his hands. His chest felt like it was on fire. And slowly, he remembered. But not of the War, but the female Elf. He would have thought on, but the dull thud in his head became a sharp hammering. Again he hissed and whimpered.
That's when he felt it. The soft skin against his. He stilled as a slim hand slid into his and long nimble fingers entangled with his. He gasped in a breath and the other hand slid onto his forehead. Soft Elvish words reached his ears. "Calm down." They said, "Open your eyes, Haldir." The melodic voice commanded him, and he obeyed. Slowly, he pulled his heavy eyelids up. His sight was blurred and he blinked a few times to clear it. Slowly, the most beautiful sight in all of Middle-Earth came into view. The female Elf that had been with him last night as he fell into a deep and dreamless sleep.
"Back to join the living I see." She said lightly. He smiled slowly, almost anything and everything hurt. "What happened?" He whispered, "Sauron. the Ring?" Her smile faded and she sank back into her chair. "Well, we won, and Sauron was defeated, but I fear not forever." "What do you mean?" He questioned further. "We lost the Gondorian king, and now his son, Isildur, has the Ring." Haldir's face dropped, "He kept it?" She sighed and nodded slowly, "Unfortunately, yes. Though I know it will mean the end of him. It is with a heavy heart that I was forced to leave his side." "His side?" She looked a bit lost in thought, but continued without eye contact, though he wished she would look at him, "I was the captain of all military actions in Gondor. I have been for the past 1700 years, but. the Ring. he told me to leave. I know it was that damned Ring that made him do that. I have trained every soldier that Gondor has produced in the last seventeen centuries, and in one moment, he destroy's it all."
She looked crushed when she finished, a resigned look about her features and very sad eyes. "You do not live amongst your kin. the Elves?" He asked, "Men are my kin. I was raised in Gondor since I was ten. I have no place in the world of Elves." She brought her eyes to meet his. "What happened?" She exhaled as she spoke, "I was abandoned in Osgiliath after my parents found it unnecessary to keep me any longer." "Where are you from?" "I have told you my lord, Gondor." "Your kin, I mean." "I don't know, I've been told Mirkwood, but I care not. I live in the world of Men, and I always will. They are my life. I live for battle and war. Nothing a culture of tree- talking Elves would understand."
Haldir laughed. "That is something I never thought I'd hear, an Elf who doesn't approve of the docile ways of Elves." "I do not believe in pacifism. There is a need for war, and Elves refuse to see that. I hold no desire to leave the world of Men, and I refuse to let Isildur force me out." Haldir nodded. After a silent moment he asked, "How old are you?" "1807." She responded, "And yourself?" "Much older than you, my lady." He suddenly tried to stifle the urge to yawn. Unsuccessfully of course.
"Why not return to your sleep?" She asked. "I still have much I wish to speak with you about." She leaned forward and brushed his hair back, "There much time for that. Though immortality is a curse, I find it a gift in this one instance. I wish to speak with you more also, Haldir, and will stay by your side until you awake." He smiled at this and accepted. He fell back to his healing sleep, but this time, he dreamt of the most beautiful Elf on all of Middle-Earth. And she was right beside him.
Can we please drop the whole God thing? I know a lot about the "Religions" of Middle-Earth and happen to know about the Valor and all that fun stuff. I've real the Silmarillion. This is the way I choose to write my story and if you don't like it, well go read something you do like.
Haldir stirred in the bed. He felt the silk of the sheets running along his bare, hairless feet and legs as he shifted. His head thudded lightly still, but he didn't feel much else. He turned his face into the soft pillow. It smelled good, like the wind after a rainstorm. He braced his foot on the bed and attempted to roll over onto his left side, but as he moved, his chest felt like it was ripping. He hissed loudly and grabbed the sheets in his hands. His chest felt like it was on fire. And slowly, he remembered. But not of the War, but the female Elf. He would have thought on, but the dull thud in his head became a sharp hammering. Again he hissed and whimpered.
That's when he felt it. The soft skin against his. He stilled as a slim hand slid into his and long nimble fingers entangled with his. He gasped in a breath and the other hand slid onto his forehead. Soft Elvish words reached his ears. "Calm down." They said, "Open your eyes, Haldir." The melodic voice commanded him, and he obeyed. Slowly, he pulled his heavy eyelids up. His sight was blurred and he blinked a few times to clear it. Slowly, the most beautiful sight in all of Middle-Earth came into view. The female Elf that had been with him last night as he fell into a deep and dreamless sleep.
"Back to join the living I see." She said lightly. He smiled slowly, almost anything and everything hurt. "What happened?" He whispered, "Sauron. the Ring?" Her smile faded and she sank back into her chair. "Well, we won, and Sauron was defeated, but I fear not forever." "What do you mean?" He questioned further. "We lost the Gondorian king, and now his son, Isildur, has the Ring." Haldir's face dropped, "He kept it?" She sighed and nodded slowly, "Unfortunately, yes. Though I know it will mean the end of him. It is with a heavy heart that I was forced to leave his side." "His side?" She looked a bit lost in thought, but continued without eye contact, though he wished she would look at him, "I was the captain of all military actions in Gondor. I have been for the past 1700 years, but. the Ring. he told me to leave. I know it was that damned Ring that made him do that. I have trained every soldier that Gondor has produced in the last seventeen centuries, and in one moment, he destroy's it all."
She looked crushed when she finished, a resigned look about her features and very sad eyes. "You do not live amongst your kin. the Elves?" He asked, "Men are my kin. I was raised in Gondor since I was ten. I have no place in the world of Elves." She brought her eyes to meet his. "What happened?" She exhaled as she spoke, "I was abandoned in Osgiliath after my parents found it unnecessary to keep me any longer." "Where are you from?" "I have told you my lord, Gondor." "Your kin, I mean." "I don't know, I've been told Mirkwood, but I care not. I live in the world of Men, and I always will. They are my life. I live for battle and war. Nothing a culture of tree- talking Elves would understand."
Haldir laughed. "That is something I never thought I'd hear, an Elf who doesn't approve of the docile ways of Elves." "I do not believe in pacifism. There is a need for war, and Elves refuse to see that. I hold no desire to leave the world of Men, and I refuse to let Isildur force me out." Haldir nodded. After a silent moment he asked, "How old are you?" "1807." She responded, "And yourself?" "Much older than you, my lady." He suddenly tried to stifle the urge to yawn. Unsuccessfully of course.
"Why not return to your sleep?" She asked. "I still have much I wish to speak with you about." She leaned forward and brushed his hair back, "There much time for that. Though immortality is a curse, I find it a gift in this one instance. I wish to speak with you more also, Haldir, and will stay by your side until you awake." He smiled at this and accepted. He fell back to his healing sleep, but this time, he dreamt of the most beautiful Elf on all of Middle-Earth. And she was right beside him.