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Broken Mirror
By Nezumi
Chapter Five: Flower
Haldir composed himself. After his last visit, he'd been left unsettled witht he questions she had asked him. Nevermind it was hardly common for a lone elf to cling to a high member of society and drain her fea so much that she had fallen into a deep slumber through her tears.
When he enterred she was pacing, despite the bandages woven of elven silk, she was adorned in a dress worthy of a queen. She had always made him wonder, which was strange enough in itself, but this enterred more pressing questions into his mind. Had she been some politician's daughter? Where had she been sent such clothing? ... And that was before he noticed mithril!
"Skairukh was sent, as a welcoming gift, some possessions by Celeborn," the healer smiled at him. "I do not know why, but he came personally while she was still asleep."
Haldir raised his eyebrows. It was rare Celeborn knew more of the happenings of the wood than Galadriel. Galadriel had Nenya, Nenya made them powerful - Celeborn's wisdom ranged to every cranny of Middle Earth, true, but... Galadriel was Galadriel. Not one single elf had challenged her rule since she had come to the Golden Wood and had transformed it into the Golden Wood. They'd challenged her power once, he remembered; he did not remember why the people had been in whispers only that they had been.
"Why can't I leave?" she demanded.
It was hard to believe it was she who had been sobbing a few days ago in his arms. Why had he given into that trap? She was still a rather... cold, if you will, elf. She had been hardened beyond where most elves could not be hardened. It was remarkable she had survived so long with the orcs, but, obviously, elven qualities and a good personality had suffered. The healer was dismissed, and Haldir began, "Patience --"
"Is a virtue I hope I never gain," she snapped. "I can walk. I want to see Lady Galadriel," she emphasized so he would not reprimand her furhter. She did not like being scolded, especially by Haldir. His criticism was unbearably simple mined, by elven standards - or perhaps just her standards - and he never gave reasons. Not yet had he given her one legitamit reason to call her Lady Galadriel. She was a self-appointed ruler. Therefore, even if she was Noldor, Skairukh saw her as her equal.
Haldir cleared his throat once Galadriel gave him his orders, "the Lady of the Golden Wood wishes to meet you. I suppose she knows your intentions. Better than we do at any rate..."
.*.
At first Haldir had dreaded the duty of escorting her to the Lord and Lady of Lothlorien but as he walked with her - he was quite happy he had. Vibrant was the only word that seemed to describe her mood for of the day. She entedned her curiousity to him, and not once did she snap. "Did Gandalf the Grey live here? I lived here once!"
"Yes, Gandalf holds his residence here while in Lorien."
She crooked her head to the side, "Were the trees at all damaged by the war?"
"The war of The One Ring?" Haldir looked at her. How could she have been aware of that? Were the orcs aware of the war of the ring? Well, she said she was bound to an Uruk-hai didn't she? But still... it was odd that she should mention such current things. Especially since she claimed she came from the orcs in the mines of Moria. When she nodded to confirm his question, he replied easily, "No."
"I'm sure you..." she stopped as she stepped onto the spiraling staircase to the place in which it was customary to bring visitors. "She isn't up there."
"How do you know?"
"Only Celeborn is there," she replied. "I thought I was going to speak to Galadriel again. I already talked Celeborn."
"You talked with Celeborn? The healer said you were asleep."
She snorted, "That's what she thought. Because I didn't like the fussing. Fussing doesn't do anyone any good and most Amandili fuss excessively."
"And what would you have to talk with him about?"
"How he's been doing," she looked at him as if he were insane. "Anyway, Galadriel's out back in her garden, by the water where she draws her mirrors from." She crooked a smile. "I suppose you've looked in the mirror of Galadriel."
"No."
"Really?" she seemed amused and her feet found the path well enough without his assistance. He rolled his eyes back in his head and followed. Oh, he would get in so much trouble if Galadriel was having a bad day. Not that she had many bad days anymore, but he, by all technicality, should have gone up to see Celeborn first. He caught up with her quick enough and passed her when she paused for a small group of flowers and crouched.
Seeing the Lady up ahead, he was relieved to find she smiled at him, "I trust Celeborn told you to come down here."
"Well... partly..." Haldir picked his words carefully.
Galadriel told him, "I only know what the trees told me."
He was puzzled. The trees told her many things, he was sure. After all, more than once he'd come upon her having a conversation with one - when he most certainly could not hear the other side. It no longer gave him discomfort. But Galadriel always knew the tidings of those in her wood before they ever reached her palace in the trees. When he turned back for Skairukh he found her... talking in a tongue he didn't understand to a flower. A flower. Now he could understand trees, but a flower. "Skairukh," he whispered.
Her head snapped up, whispered one more word to the flower, and she stood up to full heighth.
.-*-.
A.N. ^_^ Not yet. Next chapter. Pinkie swear. More history on the sassy one too. ^_^ I was to lazy to find an elvish word, so... yeah... This was just a lead in to chapter six! R & R please!
Broken Mirror
By Nezumi
Chapter Five: Flower
Haldir composed himself. After his last visit, he'd been left unsettled witht he questions she had asked him. Nevermind it was hardly common for a lone elf to cling to a high member of society and drain her fea so much that she had fallen into a deep slumber through her tears.
When he enterred she was pacing, despite the bandages woven of elven silk, she was adorned in a dress worthy of a queen. She had always made him wonder, which was strange enough in itself, but this enterred more pressing questions into his mind. Had she been some politician's daughter? Where had she been sent such clothing? ... And that was before he noticed mithril!
"Skairukh was sent, as a welcoming gift, some possessions by Celeborn," the healer smiled at him. "I do not know why, but he came personally while she was still asleep."
Haldir raised his eyebrows. It was rare Celeborn knew more of the happenings of the wood than Galadriel. Galadriel had Nenya, Nenya made them powerful - Celeborn's wisdom ranged to every cranny of Middle Earth, true, but... Galadriel was Galadriel. Not one single elf had challenged her rule since she had come to the Golden Wood and had transformed it into the Golden Wood. They'd challenged her power once, he remembered; he did not remember why the people had been in whispers only that they had been.
"Why can't I leave?" she demanded.
It was hard to believe it was she who had been sobbing a few days ago in his arms. Why had he given into that trap? She was still a rather... cold, if you will, elf. She had been hardened beyond where most elves could not be hardened. It was remarkable she had survived so long with the orcs, but, obviously, elven qualities and a good personality had suffered. The healer was dismissed, and Haldir began, "Patience --"
"Is a virtue I hope I never gain," she snapped. "I can walk. I want to see Lady Galadriel," she emphasized so he would not reprimand her furhter. She did not like being scolded, especially by Haldir. His criticism was unbearably simple mined, by elven standards - or perhaps just her standards - and he never gave reasons. Not yet had he given her one legitamit reason to call her Lady Galadriel. She was a self-appointed ruler. Therefore, even if she was Noldor, Skairukh saw her as her equal.
Haldir cleared his throat once Galadriel gave him his orders, "the Lady of the Golden Wood wishes to meet you. I suppose she knows your intentions. Better than we do at any rate..."
.*.
At first Haldir had dreaded the duty of escorting her to the Lord and Lady of Lothlorien but as he walked with her - he was quite happy he had. Vibrant was the only word that seemed to describe her mood for of the day. She entedned her curiousity to him, and not once did she snap. "Did Gandalf the Grey live here? I lived here once!"
"Yes, Gandalf holds his residence here while in Lorien."
She crooked her head to the side, "Were the trees at all damaged by the war?"
"The war of The One Ring?" Haldir looked at her. How could she have been aware of that? Were the orcs aware of the war of the ring? Well, she said she was bound to an Uruk-hai didn't she? But still... it was odd that she should mention such current things. Especially since she claimed she came from the orcs in the mines of Moria. When she nodded to confirm his question, he replied easily, "No."
"I'm sure you..." she stopped as she stepped onto the spiraling staircase to the place in which it was customary to bring visitors. "She isn't up there."
"How do you know?"
"Only Celeborn is there," she replied. "I thought I was going to speak to Galadriel again. I already talked Celeborn."
"You talked with Celeborn? The healer said you were asleep."
She snorted, "That's what she thought. Because I didn't like the fussing. Fussing doesn't do anyone any good and most Amandili fuss excessively."
"And what would you have to talk with him about?"
"How he's been doing," she looked at him as if he were insane. "Anyway, Galadriel's out back in her garden, by the water where she draws her mirrors from." She crooked a smile. "I suppose you've looked in the mirror of Galadriel."
"No."
"Really?" she seemed amused and her feet found the path well enough without his assistance. He rolled his eyes back in his head and followed. Oh, he would get in so much trouble if Galadriel was having a bad day. Not that she had many bad days anymore, but he, by all technicality, should have gone up to see Celeborn first. He caught up with her quick enough and passed her when she paused for a small group of flowers and crouched.
Seeing the Lady up ahead, he was relieved to find she smiled at him, "I trust Celeborn told you to come down here."
"Well... partly..." Haldir picked his words carefully.
Galadriel told him, "I only know what the trees told me."
He was puzzled. The trees told her many things, he was sure. After all, more than once he'd come upon her having a conversation with one - when he most certainly could not hear the other side. It no longer gave him discomfort. But Galadriel always knew the tidings of those in her wood before they ever reached her palace in the trees. When he turned back for Skairukh he found her... talking in a tongue he didn't understand to a flower. A flower. Now he could understand trees, but a flower. "Skairukh," he whispered.
Her head snapped up, whispered one more word to the flower, and she stood up to full heighth.
.-*-.
A.N. ^_^ Not yet. Next chapter. Pinkie swear. More history on the sassy one too. ^_^ I was to lazy to find an elvish word, so... yeah... This was just a lead in to chapter six! R & R please!