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Chapter 2: Reconciliations
Ziéta walked along beside Haldir; and Orophin followed behind with Ziéta's horse. He didn't need to lead the horse however, because the creature seemed to know the whole of Lorien like he'd lived there forever.
The other elves had stayed behind at the borders at strict instructions from Haldir and re-assurance that "he could in fact cope with looking after an Elven maiden" But yet had only just restrained himself from strangling Rumil, when he said that Haldir didn't know the first thing about looking after a maiden properly!
As the group walked on, Haldir and Ziéta spoke of many things, old and new but there was one question in particular, that Haldir yearned to get off his chest. So he did.
"Ziéta, you have not yet told me why you have returned to Lorien so soon, when you were so willing to leave to see the world last you were here." Inquired Haldir with a slight perplexed expression.
"As to that Haldir, I do not know" Ziéta replied. "All I know is that I have a feeling somewhere in my heart, that something is descending on Middle-Earth, something that may change the fortunes of all bound to see their fate here."
Haldir looked astonished.
"Are you saying that you." but Ziéta cut across him.
"I am not saying I can see into the future Haldir, for I know I cannot. But I just have a feeling that something is going to happen to Middle-Earth quite soon"
"But you have not yet answered my question. Why did you return here?"
"I had to Haldir. I had to see that nothing had happened to you or any of the others here, I truth be told, I was scared that it had."
Haldir stopped sharply in mid-step and turned to face Ziéta, concern in his eyes.
"Scared? Of what? What could be so terrible as to inject so much fear into your heart as to make you leave the life that you love so much?" asked Haldir
"I really do not know Haldir. This feeling could all be false, I know it could. I could easily be worrying over nothing" she replied.
They started walking again and their pace quickened slightly as they neared the City in the Trees.
"Please, do not burden yourself with these worries any longer, Ziéta, for I am sure that my Lord and Lady shall give to you the answers you seek when you are ready. For now though you appear to have come at the right time." Haldir said.
"Why?" implored Ziéta
"Because tonight there is a feast on in one of the main halls so it will give you a chance to reconcile yourself with old friends and meet new ones, that is if you wish to come?" Assured Haldir.
"Thank You Haldir, of course I will come. Anything to numb myself of these troubling thoughts can be only a blessing or more."
Suddenly, it was upon them. The splendour of the city, radiant in the setting sun, filtering through gaps in the treetops, was enough to make any mortal faint with wonder.
As Ziéta looked up at Haldir's face, she saw that his face seemed to be almost glowing with pride. Haldir, Orophin and Ziéta walked briskly on. Ziéta took in the immense splendour that surrounded her, and it made her feel very trivial and humble for a few brief moments.
Haldir took Ziéta's arm and the pair walked swiftly through the trees, and Orophin led Ziéta's horse down a different path. Ziéta was not worried about her horse though, for she knew that when he was in the hands of an Elf, he would be the safest he could ever be. So Ziéta walked on, occasionally glancing skywards to gaze at the beauty around her in every direction.
Staircases, adorned with shimmering lights of pale blue and silver, wound themselves around the trees and seemed to stretch towards the heavens and beyond. Often, you would see an Elf or two ascending or descending the stairs and they seemed to almost float above the steps, hardly touching the ground as they walked.
Ziéta and Haldir eventually came to a tree that seemed to be quite larger than all the others. They mounted the staircase and began their climb. Even though the steps were many and the ascension seemed to be interminable, Ziéta could not find it in her body to feel tired or resistant to carry on. They finally reached the top of the stairs and it was all Ziéta could do to stop herself from almost gasping in reverence as she saw who were standing in front of her and Haldir.
"Thank You for returning Haldir" began Lord Celeborn "But I must ask who this young woman here is with you, for I am afraid I do not recognise her from inside these borders.
"My Lord and Lady" Haldir began with a bow; "Although you may not recognise this young woman now, I can assure you of her identity, she is.." he stopped short, at an inquiring glance from Galadriel who then spoke.
"I already know of her identity, Haldir" she said "My Lord, this is Ziéta, who departed Lorien many years ago."
Haldir now looked extremely miffed. He simply hated Galadriel's telepathic abilities. He never seemed to get a word in edgeways anymore, or even if he did, it never became a complete sentence. She would always "know" what he was about to say and then finish it for him. He never said anything though. He shivered at the thought of what those "laser-beam" eyes could find out from his mind or maybe already had found out.
Nowadays, Haldir was always very mindful of what he said to her. For if he offended her, she would then be in the position to spill his secrets to the whole of Middle-Earth. Heck, she could even communicate with Elrond in Rivendell for the Valar's sake!
He didn't think that she would spill his deep, dark secrets to the world, being Queen of Lorien and all, but then again, you never could really tell with Galadriel.
Diola Lle Thank You
NB: The Disclaimer, obviously still applies.
A:N - Enjoy the story Amin Mellon My friend
Chapter 2: Reconciliations
Ziéta walked along beside Haldir; and Orophin followed behind with Ziéta's horse. He didn't need to lead the horse however, because the creature seemed to know the whole of Lorien like he'd lived there forever.
The other elves had stayed behind at the borders at strict instructions from Haldir and re-assurance that "he could in fact cope with looking after an Elven maiden" But yet had only just restrained himself from strangling Rumil, when he said that Haldir didn't know the first thing about looking after a maiden properly!
As the group walked on, Haldir and Ziéta spoke of many things, old and new but there was one question in particular, that Haldir yearned to get off his chest. So he did.
"Ziéta, you have not yet told me why you have returned to Lorien so soon, when you were so willing to leave to see the world last you were here." Inquired Haldir with a slight perplexed expression.
"As to that Haldir, I do not know" Ziéta replied. "All I know is that I have a feeling somewhere in my heart, that something is descending on Middle-Earth, something that may change the fortunes of all bound to see their fate here."
Haldir looked astonished.
"Are you saying that you." but Ziéta cut across him.
"I am not saying I can see into the future Haldir, for I know I cannot. But I just have a feeling that something is going to happen to Middle-Earth quite soon"
"But you have not yet answered my question. Why did you return here?"
"I had to Haldir. I had to see that nothing had happened to you or any of the others here, I truth be told, I was scared that it had."
Haldir stopped sharply in mid-step and turned to face Ziéta, concern in his eyes.
"Scared? Of what? What could be so terrible as to inject so much fear into your heart as to make you leave the life that you love so much?" asked Haldir
"I really do not know Haldir. This feeling could all be false, I know it could. I could easily be worrying over nothing" she replied.
They started walking again and their pace quickened slightly as they neared the City in the Trees.
"Please, do not burden yourself with these worries any longer, Ziéta, for I am sure that my Lord and Lady shall give to you the answers you seek when you are ready. For now though you appear to have come at the right time." Haldir said.
"Why?" implored Ziéta
"Because tonight there is a feast on in one of the main halls so it will give you a chance to reconcile yourself with old friends and meet new ones, that is if you wish to come?" Assured Haldir.
"Thank You Haldir, of course I will come. Anything to numb myself of these troubling thoughts can be only a blessing or more."
Suddenly, it was upon them. The splendour of the city, radiant in the setting sun, filtering through gaps in the treetops, was enough to make any mortal faint with wonder.
As Ziéta looked up at Haldir's face, she saw that his face seemed to be almost glowing with pride. Haldir, Orophin and Ziéta walked briskly on. Ziéta took in the immense splendour that surrounded her, and it made her feel very trivial and humble for a few brief moments.
Haldir took Ziéta's arm and the pair walked swiftly through the trees, and Orophin led Ziéta's horse down a different path. Ziéta was not worried about her horse though, for she knew that when he was in the hands of an Elf, he would be the safest he could ever be. So Ziéta walked on, occasionally glancing skywards to gaze at the beauty around her in every direction.
Staircases, adorned with shimmering lights of pale blue and silver, wound themselves around the trees and seemed to stretch towards the heavens and beyond. Often, you would see an Elf or two ascending or descending the stairs and they seemed to almost float above the steps, hardly touching the ground as they walked.
Ziéta and Haldir eventually came to a tree that seemed to be quite larger than all the others. They mounted the staircase and began their climb. Even though the steps were many and the ascension seemed to be interminable, Ziéta could not find it in her body to feel tired or resistant to carry on. They finally reached the top of the stairs and it was all Ziéta could do to stop herself from almost gasping in reverence as she saw who were standing in front of her and Haldir.
"Thank You for returning Haldir" began Lord Celeborn "But I must ask who this young woman here is with you, for I am afraid I do not recognise her from inside these borders.
"My Lord and Lady" Haldir began with a bow; "Although you may not recognise this young woman now, I can assure you of her identity, she is.." he stopped short, at an inquiring glance from Galadriel who then spoke.
"I already know of her identity, Haldir" she said "My Lord, this is Ziéta, who departed Lorien many years ago."
Haldir now looked extremely miffed. He simply hated Galadriel's telepathic abilities. He never seemed to get a word in edgeways anymore, or even if he did, it never became a complete sentence. She would always "know" what he was about to say and then finish it for him. He never said anything though. He shivered at the thought of what those "laser-beam" eyes could find out from his mind or maybe already had found out.
Nowadays, Haldir was always very mindful of what he said to her. For if he offended her, she would then be in the position to spill his secrets to the whole of Middle-Earth. Heck, she could even communicate with Elrond in Rivendell for the Valar's sake!
He didn't think that she would spill his deep, dark secrets to the world, being Queen of Lorien and all, but then again, you never could really tell with Galadriel.
