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AN: I love Haldir fics, but unfortunately there aren't too many good ones. So I decided to write my own, but I'm not daring enough to brave one with Haldir as just the main character, therefore this is a Haldir and Legolas fic. I don't know much about Mirkwood, so bear with me on it's description. I don't really know where this is going, so if anyone has ideas please let me know!

"elfish speaking"
*thinking*
|Common speech speaking|

On a wonderful summer morning, Haldir of Lorien rode through the forest, looking at the trees with fond remembrance. It had been quite a few years since his last visit to Mirkwood and his eyes took in all the new growth that had happened during his absence. Nearing Thranduil's home, he urged his horse a little faster, eager to reach the elvin home. As he came into view of the palace, Haldir dismounted and led his horse, waving at the various elves he recognized.

"Haldir! Haldir!" A very young elf ran towards Haldir, going as fast as his little legs could take him. "Haldir!"

Haldir grinned, "Legolas!" he greeted as the little elf jumped into Haldir's arms. "How are you?"

"Good. Guess what! I hit the bull's-eye five times in a row today!" The little body wiggled with delight, happy with both his shooting and the visit of his friend.

"What a fine archer you'll make! You must show me later." Haldir set Legolas down, his face solemn once more, "Where is your father?"

"Oh, he's working in his room," Legolas waved his hand in the direction of the palace, a bit irritated that Haldir couldn't play with him. Yet as a prince, even one so young, he understood that work came first.

"Would you take my horse for me? I'll find you after I am finished greeting your father." Haldir knew that entrusting Legolas with his horse, though it wasn't necessary, would raise Legolas' spirits.

"Ok, come on Tathar," Legolas beckoned to the horse and the two scampered off into the woods. Haldir smiled and made his way to Thranduil's room.

After spending the afternoon romping with Legolas, Haldir made his way to his usual room to prepare for dinner. As was customary, there would be a small feast to welcome him, followed by singing around the campfire. Haldir cast off his traveling clothes and donned his nice, but comfortable, silvery outfit. He brushed out his loose hair and secured his braids; glancing in the mirror, he smiled at his reflection. Yes, he would be breaking some hearts again tonight, but all in good fun. The elves here knew him, and had learned his ways...*ahh, to be in a new land, with unsuspecting souls to play with,* he thought.

Haldir made his way to the dining room, and sat down at his place between Thranduil and Legolas. The young elf was not yet in his seat, but Haldir was not surprised. Legolas tended to wait until the last minute before scrambling to his place. Haldir secretly suspected that Legolas played a game to see how close he could come to being late without incurring the wrath of the king and queen of Mirkwood. Haldir smiled at the elf across the table, one of Thranduil's advisers and good friends, and the two were soon in conversation about what was occurring outside the forest.

As expected, Legolas walked into the dining room a split second before the food arrived, all two and a half feet of him decked out in a magnificent deep blue. He sat down in his seat with a grin and Haldir winked back at him. Thranduil rolled his eyes and the food was served.

After the dinner and small talk, most of the elves made their way to the campfire, which was already burning brightly. Haldir sat on the ground with a few others and began a game of stones that was popular with the elves. Legolas went off with some friends to play a little before he was called back to the fire.

The night wore on and the older elves slowly began to congregate in a circle around the fire; a few began to sing a song of welcome and friendship. The youngsters took this as a sign to return to the campfire and, as other elves joined in the traditional song, the circle was completed. Once the song was finished, personal preference took over as the elves began to urge the best singers to sing their favorite songs and the best dancers to dance along. Haldir joined in the singing, even sharing a duet with Thranduil.

After about an hour of singing and dancing Legolas climbed into Haldir's lap, exhausted. Haldir wrapped his arms around the little elf, who snuggled into the warm embrace. Legolas soon fell asleep, comforted by the songs of his people and the love from Haldir.

Haldir glanced fondly at the small creature on his lap, absently stroking Legolas' hair as he raised his voice with the others. Eventually the fire died and the elves left for their rooms. Haldir gently picked up Legolas and carried him to his room. The older elf softly put him in his pajamas and into bed. Haldir tucked the light cover around Legolas, kissed him on the forehead, and left for his own rooms.

AN: Well, what do you think so far? Please let me know!