Author's Note:Going well this story is, eh? Well... This shall go through many years, not just one spring-time, though the title and summary has said. I suck at out-lines, do I not? XD Heh... Well, on with the fourth chapter, which I shall try to make a bit longer! ^_^
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The day wore on, and soon the sky dimmed. The setting sun was painted with red, telling of oncoming storm. No matter. Good for the trees. Too bad Haldir knew this was no ordinary storm, and would help the trees little more than sticking it in waterless gravel in the winter time.
Soon enough he had the night to use as he pleased, and he was weary, and desired rest, and he wouldn't let any brothers stop him. Where were those two anyway? The only time they didn't bother Haldir after his shift was when they were plotting. Haldir would just cut off the path and through the wood. And in any case, he had to rise early to bid the Lord and Lady farewell, and see them off. A good deal of guards were going along with them for protection.
And so he followed the path close enough, yet stayed hidden in the shadows of the side-trees, avoiding prying glances. When he found a place he could rest for the night, he sat down, and began to ponder about the dream he had that morning. It was odd... He should see the Nimrodel, and try and find an explanation. But it was a pool. There were plenty of pools in Lorien... Meh. He didn't like being a detective. Well... He would just visit the one farthest North which was near to his fort. Muah! He was so smart. He should be the Einstein of Lorien. How fricken hilarious.
He dozed off after awhile, and darkness was all he dreamt about, but in the latter he was aware of himself sitting by the pool nearest his fort, and an Elven-maiden was singing and wandering around the pool. Haldir could only stare at the she-Elf's beauty as her light feet barely touched the ground. And yet she was in the same low rank garbs. A simple forest green cloak, and a sword around her waist, but no other weapons.
Then all went dark, he groaned, and opened his eyes. The sun had not yet risen but already the sky was a dim blue-grey. Sunrise... Might as well get an early start on seeing them off.
He rose to his feet, feeling refreshed and content. He smiled at a bird singing a true, sweet bird song, which lifted Haldir's spirit. And so he broke into a sprint for the Western-borders of the wood, galant and swan-like he looked, merely a silver glimmer through the air as he ran on light feet.
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Galadriel and Celeborn were at the border, sitting upon their steeds, waiting for the guards to ready themselves. They were always late. Oh, well. Where are those confounded guards? asked Celeborn immpatiently, his voice in a louder tone than was necessary.
Galadriel looked about with crystal blue eyes, They'll be here soon, melamin. (A/N:'Melamin' means Beloved' in Elvish).
Celeborn sighed and shifted on his mount, muttering a string of Elvish curses, I can't get comfortable!
Oh, stop complaining! Riding side-saddle isn't that bad. You'll get used to it. They didn't make your robes merely to ruin them while riding, did they?
No... But I'm just saying... Can we not wear travelers clothes?
What will our son-in-law and our grandsons and grand daughter say if they saw us clad in--Haldir!
Clad in Haldir? Celeborn looked around, then to see a silver and green-clad Elf standing a few feet behind them. Haldir bowed low and kept as grim and stern a face he could muster, which all the same looked quirky, which was Haldir's custom, almost.
Galadriel said again, We shall miss you profusely, and will not be at ease until we again come unto our land which you loyally guard! We thank thee.
Haldir rubbed the back of his neck, thinking of a suitable answer. Celeborn smirked. A good Elf Haldir was, though extremely bad with snappy replies, 'Tis a pleasure serving under you, m'lady, and you, m'lord, but alas! Lorien shall not be the same without you! Do return swiftly, or as swiftly as time may allow. I send my blessing, have a safe and happy trip, but I have no doubts, for doughty are Lorien's guards, though they really must get better timing skills.
Celeborn snickered,
And lo! Haldir glanced behind him, There they are now. Namaarie! Haldir bowed once more, turned on his heel, and strode off.
Finally! Some time to think things over. A nice day off for the little march warden. Here's a pretty thing.
Haldir made quickly for his fort, Northward, yet still pondering about the dream, for it would not leave his mind. Elvish dreams were so odd. Why could not they be as those of Men? never meaning anything... Merely something you fear or love, or something that is confusing or something that makes perfect sense.
Before he reached his fort, he became aware of singing, far off, and yet close. Odd, thought he, no one usually tarries in this area of the wood! What indeed is this world coming to? He drew a knife from his cloak, just in case, although the singing was fair and beautiful. Like Galadriel, fair and yet perilous, and Haldir feared her, and loved her at the same time, as did all who layed eyes upon her, be it Elf, Dwarf, Man or Orc even--and of course Hobbits.
Who walks in Lorien? called Haldir in a captainly voice. The singing stopped immediately, Who wants to know? it said in a rather spunky voice.
Haldir sighed, Someone who is armed. He hated this part. Now he had to jump out of the shadows, scare them into unconciousness and then discover who it really was.
And yet the voice only laughed, And you are speaking to someone who is armed also!
A smirk was tugging at Haldir's lips for some odd reason. The voice was female. He could not fight a female, unless it would happen to be a violater, and she was indeed an Elf, Very well then, m'lady. He stepped out of the shadows, bowing low. Yay. Time to be Mr. Gentleman.
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Heh... Bit of a cliff-hanger, eh? Yes. Indeed. Well... R&R. As I've said, all suggestions are welcome. Nyerrrrrrr. *Has just watched Red Dragon* Scary moveh, you know? Won't sleep for awhile. Expect many updates and possibly screwy chapters -.-;
~Mr. Kittlez
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