Uuma Ma' Ten' Rashwe, Ta Tuluva A' Lle (Don't Look for Trouble, It Will Come to You)
Authors: Violet Raven and Moshy Mango
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: We don't own anything relating to LotR, it all belongs to J.R.R. Tolkien.
Summary: Little Haldir, Legolas and Arwen in Rivendell causing mischief. :)
A/N: We aren't all-knowing about LotR. We just thought this would be adorable, so sorry if any of the details are wrong, but hopefully it is cute despite any mistakes. I mean-- Little Haldir. Need I say more? (Stupid Peter Jackson, killing him…) Oh, and the translations of the Elvish used in here (it is all italicized) are at the bottom. Enjoy! :)
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"But Atar," a little elf boy pleaded quietly to his father, "I want you to come with me." He sniffed and shifted his small feet.
"Haldir, your mother is with child, I cannot leave her here and she cannot travel. You know this. Celeborn and his men will keep you safe." Halmir kneeled down so he was facing his son. He reached forward and handed the blonde boy a long gift wrapped in a green cloth. "This is for the journey."
Haldir closed his fingers around the present with wide eyes. He unwrapped the cloth from the outside and saw that it was a cloak.
"You seem to have outgrown your old one," Halmir said with a soft smile. Then he gently prodded his son. "Look at what is inside."
Anxiously, Haldir looked down and was overjoyed to find a little over two dozen arrows with lavish golden tips. He picked one up and admired it, his mouth the slightest bit agape. He turned it around in his fingers already imagining the moment he would get to use them.
"Those are for the hunt," his father informed.
For a moment Haldir said nothing, captured by the beauty of his new arrows. Then realization dawned on him and his face brightened with pride and excitement. "You mean… I'm old enough to compete in the hunt this year?"
Halmir nodded and laughed. "You have been practicing, and it seems that it has paid off."
The boy grinned and hugged his father tightly. "Diola lle, Atar!"
"Now you should be going, Celeborn will not wait forever." Halmir gave his son one last hug and sent him on his way. "Namarie."
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Legolas Greenleaf finished tying his fishtail braid in the back of his long blonde hair and stood up from his bed. He looked around his room, his face contorted in thought. He was to accompany his father and his father's men to Imladris for the Yenearsira celebration that was held annually. The New Year celebration was not of much interest to the young prince, although the hunt was something he enjoyed to watch. He was still too young, at least in his father's eyes, to actually compete. The only thing that made the celebration exciting was that it was usually the only time in the year his best friend Haldir and him got to see each other. Not to mention that he was always captured by the beauty of Elrond's home.
Since it was rare that he saw Haldir, he always had to be extra sure that he didn't leave anything important behind that he wanted his friend to see, or to have.
When he was positive that he had everything, Legolas grabbed his bow and arrow (just in case) and ran to meet his father, who was outside speaking with everyone that was going to the festival. He sat patiently through the long speech, and when it was over, he bounded over to Thranduil's side.
"Are we leaving, then?" He asked, unable to contain his excitement.
His father gave a small smile. "Yes, we are leaving. Make sure you have everything, and please, Legolas. Calm down. You are a Prince." He put a hand on his son's shoulder gently.
Legolas masked his enthusiasm, nodded to his father respectfully, and ran ahead to where the elves of Mirkwood were already heading out.
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Haldir walked with another young elf boy who was with his father and they spoke, Haldir mostly spilling his joy at getting to see Legolas. The boy listened happily, but even if he hadn't, Haldir wouldn't have noticed.
When they reached the entrance to Imladris it was getting dark, and Lord Elrond was there to greet them. He bowed reverently to Celeborn, who was in the lead, and after exchanging a few words with him, all the elves who had journeyed from Lorien entered Rivendell. Haldir still was in awe of the beautiful city, even though he went there every year. The mountains, the water, the soft glow of the homes… everything about it was incredible.
In the middle of the city Haldir saw many other elves speaking with each other. There were more children than the previous years, but he only sought out one at the moment. His eyes passed over the young elves from all over Middle-Earth, until they came upon a small boy quietly standing by his father's side.
"Legolas!" Haldir called out, running towards his friend.
The prince looked up, spotted the other elf, and ran to greet Haldir.
They hugged each other, all smiles.
When they released each other, Legolas was the first to speak. "Mae govannen Haldir, mellonamin." He grinned. "Bring me anything from Lorien?"
Haldir laughed and feigned hurt. "Is that all you want?"
Legolas shrugged. "Yes," he joked, playing along.
"Okay, then." Haldir kneeled and dug through his bag. He handed Legolas a small vile full of the clearest water he had ever seen. "This was snow from Mount Caradhras." Haldir frowned. "It melted before I got it home, though. Still, it's kinda pretty, don't you think?"
Legolas nodded eagerly as he took the vile from his friend's hand. "Thanks!" He exclaimed as he played around with it a little, shaking it up.
Haldir pretended to be impatient. "Well? What did you bring me?"
Legolas frowned. "Bring you…?"
"Come on, I want to see!"
"Okay, okay," Legolas laughed. He reached around his neck and undid a necklace, placing it Haldir's hand. It was a thin piece of rope, and in the middle there was a tooth. "My father brought this back from one of his battles. It's an Orc tooth." Even at the mention of the Orcs, the prince scowled in disgust. "But it is from a dead Orc, the only good kind."
Haldir grinned as he fastened it around his neck. "It's great."
"I'm glad you like it."
As they spoke, sharing stories of life since they had last seen each other, a small girl came in. She had long brown hair and blue eyes that almost glowed. Haldir watched her intently, all conversation forgotten.
"Haldir?" Legolas looked at his friend, who seemed almost to be hypnotized. "What is it?"
Haldir nodded towards the girl. "Arwen."
"I know that, Haldir. But why are you staring at her like that?"
"I never noticed how pretty her hair was before. Look at her."
Legolas looked disgusted. "Not like you are, I won't. You act like you like her or something."
Haldir scrunched his nose. "Do not."
"Haldir likes Arwen, Haldir lik…" Before he could finish, Haldir had pinned him to the ground and clamped a small hand over his mouth.
"I do not! And be quiet, or she'll hear you!"
Legolas nodded, still grinning slyly. Haldir uncovered his mouth and helped him up from the ground.
The prince dusted himself off as Arwen rushed towards them. Only she didn't slow down as she neared them. Instead she ran straight into them and brought them both to the ground.
The two boys struggled for breath as it was knocked out of them.
"Did I hurt you?" Arwen asked, grinning mischievously.
Legolas shrugged. "Haldir doesn't mind, do you?"
Haldir growled. "Be quiet!" He punched Legolas' arm.
They all stood up and Legolas once again dusted himself off.
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*Translations
- Atar= Father
- Diola lle= Thank you
- Namarie= Farewell
- Yenearsira= According to http://www.grey-company.org/Circle/language/intro.htm, this is 'the Winter Solstice, the Elven new year. A day of rebirth'.
- Mae govannen, mellonamin= Well met, my friend