Author's Note:Yes! I have decided. I'm going to make this into a story. *noddle* This'll be a longer chapter... I swear to you, I will not let this story fall o.O; *cough* Aragorn/Boromir spoofeh. I honestly liked Boromir. *Mutter* He has cool stubble x.x Is it real? *ponder* Yes... On with the story.

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As Haldir swayed a bit in the tree, looking oft west at the Misty Mountains. Such peace they lived in, and yet, Haldir felt some darkness coming. All Elves did. They all felt it, but they all ignored it. Shadow was growing in Mordor, and they all knew it wasn't weather, for the weather acted not, but evil did. He started to softly sing the Lay of Nimrodel, his voice a low whisper which no one heeded.
When he was at the part where Amroth dove into the sundering seas out of love for Nimrodel and hatred for the accursed boat that bore her away from him, the Elf came back. Haldir let himself drop from the tree and on to the soft turf, he asked immpatiently.
The Elf erected his posture a bit. Dark things were on his mind, more than just weariness, They said you may stay, though they shall miss your presence, both for protection and company.
Thank you for your fair counsel! These tidings are well appreciated, but will you grant me one more favour?
The Elf nodded and listened.
Tell them I return their grief, and Lorien shan't be the same until their steeds bear them back to their land. Haldir sends his blessing! And with that, he bowed, and leapt back into the tree.
The Elf disappeared into the forest. Haldir was being awfully polite this day. Hiding the things on his mind, he supposed. But the darkness was still far off, and no word came from the East or West of Mordor's doings, and so the Elves still sang and the leaves still hung merrily.

The Lord and Lady of Lorien were to leave at sunrise the next day, and already grooms had readied their steeds for the next day's trek.
When Haldir's tidings and blessing had reached them, they smiled, but sent the Elf no more with tidings, for his legs were weary and he had been working since resta (midnight). They sent him off to rest.

Haldir was in a fey mood, and he spoke little, and what he did speak was usually a dark mutter that usually contained the word Mordor'. What an odd Elf. One odd Elf for another. And there were no other odd Elves on Lorien, hence his anti-socialness.
Little happened that day. One of the guards chipped a tooth, another sprained his ankle when a branch snapped, and two Elves got into a staring contest (of which Haldir had much interest in). But other than that, the day was quiet and the air was fragrant.
Yet still Haldir felt darkness drawing ever nearer. A year and a half, he thought, until it takes form, and it will be perilous. Mithrandir! Where are you, and why do you come not, and bear to us any tidings of war? Mithrandir! Evil hour was indeed near, and yet Gandalf was busy in the south, dealings with Rohan and Gondor, and somewhere near Khand, but he avoided Harad whenever chance allowed him.
But Gandalf indeed knew of the darkness gathering, but heeded it not for a time. And he would soon travel to Hobbiton, to visit Bilbo and see Frodo again, and smuggle some Hobbit Leaf. Hobbit Leaf was so good! The stuff in Gondor was too strong, and the smoke bore a rank smell. But Longbottom Leaf had a hickory smell to it.

Where is Aragorn, anyway? thought Haldir after awhile. He was either visiting Rivendell for obvious reasons, or tarrying in the North, in Arnor.
But then he thought about his dream, and what it may mean, for all Elven dreams tell of the future, the past, or things that are, as Galadriel's mirror does. Did it mean that an Elf had drownded? Or soon would? Or already is? But no! It meant more than that, and Haldir indeed knew so, and it had nothing to do with drowning. Love perhaps? No. He doubted it. If ever love were to come in his life, he would have no time for it, for Lorien needed guarding and leading, and both those equaled Haldir.
But deep in his heart he knew Lorien would not last, the winter would come, and soon enough, the leaves would fall, and not renew themselves again. The Elves would pass over the sea and to Valinor. Haldir could only imagine what Valinor would be like. Meadows and woods, fields and forests, mountains and caves, and yet no evil. How could it all be so? There was evil in the world, everywhere, always some danger. Perhaps Valinor waswn't all it was said to be, and perhaps there was danger there, and evil, some way to die. Then why was it called the Undying Lands? Haldir thought too much.

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Angsty, eh? Still thinking about the romance... There will be some leap in time here shortly, yes, yes, I need one. I am not so active as to type all that happens between years and months, so leave me be. R&R if you like this story so far and if you think continuing would be a good idea, or if I should just leave it to rot in my Authored Stories List o.O; I am not fond of the latter, but it is your decision. Wait... *thinks* No, actually, it's -my- decision. I'VE GOT THE POWER! *shakes fist* *cough* Meh. I'll just give the decision to you and curl up in my corner until someone finds the kindness in them to review. I'm a starving artist, er, author o.o I hope you like!

~Mr. Kittlez