A/N: November 11!! Remembrance day! or... Veteran's day. However you'd like to call it. Sorry to not update for SUCH a long period of time! My keyboard was invaded by ants! I'm not lying! So it sorta took a while for us to get rid of them all. Now I hate ants! HATE THEM! DIE!!!! LOL I'm calming down... calming... calming down...
Lassemista: I'm glad you're glad. I could never leave Legolas! NEVER! *clings to computer as if it was Legolas*
kaT: Cool! I didn't know that.. how interesting. But I'll never be able to look at Dumbledore the same way again. I'll probably be thinking that he'll suddenly go crazy and pull out a Palantir and start doing that funky breakdancing thing he did to Gandalf. LOL
Evil-Mollucs: Oddly, I haven't read that fic yet. Although I'm going to. From what I've read so far it sounds cool. And no, my idea isn't that the Elves mated with the Hobbits. It's interesting, but, I don't want to copy so I'll stick with mine.
Chibi-Cola: I should have stuck with Sindarin. That's what I was going to do in the first place. Argh!! I've got to get the Silmarillion.
Cheysuli: My idea is different. But Elves mating with Hobbits? I never thought of that before... hmm.. curious.. curious... my idea was different, although I'm not completely sure of what I'm going to do. And I'm still thinking of how to make Haldir pretend he's evil.... tricky business. But I'm getting there.
Disclaimer: Ditto from chpt. 1.
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"In Flander's Fields" Line 9:
In flanders fields...
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'Namarie Haldir of Lórien!' Lord Elrond stood in front of Hogwarts, along with Gandalf and Dumbledore, bidding farewell to Sirius, Remus and Haldir.
The crisp morning airlifted the fatigue from their minds and the company set out to embark on their search for the Prince of Mirkwood.
'Bye Professor! Bye Gandalf! Bye!' Sirius called back, waving furiously.
'Namarie!'
'Goodbye!'
'Farewell!'
Their packs were filled with provisions for the next few days and strength replenished from the meal they received the evening before, the company of three soon disappeared from view of those whom stood in front of Hogwarts, and made their way to the forest where the Prince disappeared.
'So. Who're we looking for again?' Sirius finally asked as they neared the forest.
Haldir did not turn his head and kept his gaze firmly upon what lay ahead. 'We search for Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood.'
It was now Remus' turn to ask a question. 'Where's Mirkwood?'
'I do not know. Not in this age. Too many years have passed since I last set foot upon Middle-Earth.'
The two Marauders exchanged confused glances but decided not to ask anymore questions on that topic. For a long time the company traveled in silence. The sun slowly rose to her place in the sky and her warmed the land. But not long after they entered the forest they began to grow tired, and their packs seemed to drag them down.
'Can we rest for a while?' Sirius stepped beside Haldir.
A look of turmoil came across The Elf's face, and after much deliberation he answered. 'So be it.'
They settled down under a large oak and ate their lunch. It was then that another question awoke.
'What are you Haldir? You're definitely not a muggle OR wizard.' Sirius puzzled.
'I am an Elf.' Haldir stated with great dignity.
'But I always thought that Elves were tiny, short little creatures.' Remus had now looked up from his roast beef sandwich.
'Then I suppose you thought wrong.' Haldir replied stiffly, he did not enjoy being interrogated like this.
They stared at him with awe, and suddenly ANOTHER question popped into they're heads.
'Are there any other Elves?'
'No.' Haldir replied dripping with frustration.
Sensing that The Elf was tired of their questions, Sirius and Remus quickly shut up and remained quiet. Haldir seemed to have been lost in thought.
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'Middle-Earth! I only wish that I could journey wth you my son.' Thranduil boomed. 'But whom will take your ship back to Valinor? Nay, I cannot return.' He raised his hand to cover his mouth and faked a sniff. 'Only tears do those thoughts bring me.'
'Thranduil, calm yourself.' Mithrandir chuckled.
Legolas and Haldir joined in the laughter. 'Yes father. You musn't let your attention stray from steering the ship.'
'Oh... of course not.' The King murmured, his tone quickly reverted back to normal.
Haldir looked up at the King and asked. 'Why will you not let another steer this ship? Then you will be able to travel to Middle-Earth with us without worries.'
'Do you SEE any others upon this ship?'
'No, but that is only because you INSISTED that we needn't any others.'
'Did I?'
Legolas laughed, amused at this conversation. 'I'm afraid you did father.'
'Hmm...' Thranduil's expression looked thoughtful. He did not remember telling the others not to come, he had only said that only four were to board this ship. 'Oh yes! Of course, that is why they did not follow!' He burst out of nowhere.
The others looked at the King in confusion, but judging by how often Thranduil did this sort of thing, they were not surprised. Instead they only chuckled at the wise, yet cheerful King.
Haldir stood on the deck letting the wind run through his hair, he closed his eyes and hummed a joyful tune. He was soon joined by Legolas, and then Gandalf. Their volume rose, and finally Thranduil heard them. But he did not hum, instead he said this: 'Sing! Don't hum! Sing!' and thus the great King of Mirkwood began to sing. Soon all four on board raised heir voices and blessed the sea with their song:
'Splashing and crashing ever on.
And pitch black during the night.
Hews of red and pink at dawn.
And in the sun it sparkles bright.
'Tis the sea we speak of,
High and mighty, strong and proud.
O! the sea we think of,
Ever quiet, ever loud.'
Soon after they'd finished their song Thranduil exclaimed, 'A shame. I shall have to sing that song alone as I sail back to Valinor.' Thranduil let his hands release the wheel and place themselves across his heart, again faking a few sniffs.
'Father!' Legolas yelled as the ship's wheel was yet again left unattended.
Thranduil quickly turned his attention back to the wheel and smiled. 'Ah, yes. So sorry.'
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Those memories brought a smile to Haldir's face, and soon, they packed up their things and continued their search.
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Many hours passed and still the Lord of the Wraiths had not returned. The sun had set and now the sky turned a beautiful shade of lavender.
'Where is he?'
'What are we to do?'
'We should wait.'
Legolas listened to the panicked Wraiths; he leaned against the Maple tree, which he had recently been thrown against, and closed his eyes. There was not much he could do as his hands and feet were still bound. Yet suddenly, he heard a whisper.
'Hello my Elven friend.'
It came from the tree.
'We have not seen an Elf in many years.'
Legolas wished that he could reply but the sash tied against his mouth would not allow it.
'Many Elves have disappeared off to the West... and others have disgraced their pride.'
The Elf pondered in his mind. 'Disgraced their pride?'
'Why do you not reply?'
O how he wished he could. He had so many questions.
'Perhaps you do not wish to speak...'
Legolas squirmed, he wanted so much to be able reply. Then, as if by magic, or by the force of his will, the sash clasped tightly round his mouth began to untie itself. Ever slowly did it do this.
'Why do you not speak my Elven friend?'
It was almost undone.
'It because I am not worthy of you....'
Almost..
'Not worthy to be in your presence... I shall silence myself now...'
The sash fell from his mouth. And urgently Legolas whispered, 'Please, do not silence yourself.'
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A/N: Badabing! Badaboom! That's all for now! Ciao!
