Author's Note:Nyerrrrrrr. Yes. Well... I don't know why I'm even typing this. I've been having an urge for, well... Sappy stories. So here I am, typing my life away. Yep.

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And so Haldir just sat there under a tree, running his hand over the smooth silver bark of the tree, so fair and unmarred and pure, like an untasted pool of rich glimmering water. Yes, he loved trees. More than the golden elanor that decorated the wood with gold. Not that he didn't like the elanor... It was nice. And they smelled good. But trees always had a certain draw on him, which was why he seldom visited Rivendell anymore. Sure, Rivendell had trees, but they couldn't surpass the beauty of Lorien's growths.
He snapped back to reality when voices came. First he thought of Orcs, for the voices were harsh and throaty and like axe on flesh to the ear. But no! twas only two Elves acting them out, mocking. Meh.

Oh, Ruuuuuumil! Rumil! Orophin called luringly, trying to find his brother, who was in a flet, grumbling about how Haldir got mud all in his hair. Stupid march warden, captain, ambassador BROTHER! Oh, well... At least he had better favour of the Lady than Haldir did, for Haldir once knocked her over in attempt to catch Orophin when he broke one of Haldir's arrows. Muah.

Haldir was too tense all the time. He needed some zoloft or something. Wait... Zoloft wasn't invented yet. He'd have to put it on his to-do list.
He suddenly fell into a deep sleep, involving a field of mallorn trees, and from then on, grass. As his eyes darted about, he was aware of someone wading into a small pond. The figure's hair was of silver, and skin pure and white. And yet it was wearing mere peasant clothes. He found this odd. How could someone of such beauty be wearing such garbs? Well... No one was perfect--not even Elves, save maybe Arwen, but even she had her disfigurements, though not physically.
Haldir tried to call a greeting to it, but it disappeared under the water, and then darkness overtook the land, and he saw no more.
He woke with a cry, glancing around him. His breathing was hard and his chest rose and fell rapidly. Then calming down after a few minutes, he looked up. He had been asleep for an hour, maybe more, but this was no time to figure out the time of day. He rose hastily to his feet and darted off, arriving at his post a good five minutes late.
An Elf in birch-bark grey glanced at him, You're late! What's come over you?
Haldir rubbed the back of his neck, I dozed off... I'm... Sorry....
Well, sorry isn't going to get you anywhere! Celeborn and Galadriel are riding to Rivendell and you, being ambassador and all, are to go with them.
Haldir groaned, Must I come? They know there has to be someone here... To command... And... Bring tidings. Yea. Tidings. He grinned hopefully. The Elf seemed of high enough rank to convince the Lord and Lady, but they most likely wouldn't have it.
But today was Haldir's lucky day, out of the very few he ever had. The Elf in the birch-bark grey robes sighed, Very well, I shall ask of their opinion, but do not get your hopes up too high, if even at all.
Haldir nodded and thanked the Elf profoundly for his kindness, then he leapt into a tree, found a comfortable and sturdy enough branch, and sat there, still and silent as a statue or carven stone.

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Nyerrrrrrrrrrrrr! Buazah! The beginning of a romance, perhaps? Should I throw some romance in? Oh, yea, and Aragorn is going to embarrass him big time in the next chapter (maybe the one after, if I have other plans). R&R please! Also... Tell me if I should have romance in it. You know... Out of your opinion. Yes. The author is only as good as her reader! I don't get it either -.-;

~Mr. Kittlez

P.S. Meh... I think I just heard somewhere that he was an ambassador o.O; I forget! Well... Marchwarden, captain of Lorien, quirky Elf, Ambassador, what's the difference? x.x Heh. Thankies for reviewing!