Endless Tears

By babmidnight

Disclaimers: None of the characters of mine……no wait Marade and her father are. Lol! :)

Author's notes: ok this may be a bit AU and may not be true in the story, but this is what I and my heart wanted to write. This is my first angst fic, I'm usually into romance fics without death, but something about my personal life that I'm not telling so don't ask, has given me a reason to write something like this. Please review, but don't flame.

The war of the ring is over. It has been over for many years. Yet to me, it feels like it was just yesterday. The stars shine for me no more. No, they stopped long ago. I stand every night looking out in the distance waiting for someone, someone who will never come home. He promised he would home to me. He broke that promise, a promise that was broken not by his will. He is dead, Haldir is gone...gone for all eternity. His smile is only a memory now, Never again will I feel his comforting presence. Haldir was a guard of Lorien. Many elves in Lorien often called me "Lady of the Guard" because of Haldir, my husband, was well known by many elves in Lorien. Everyday I see Galadriel watching me, knowing my thoughts. It wouldn't surprise me. It's no secret that Galadriel can read minds. She's an old friend to me. Many a time have I done her hair to have her put her hand on my wrist and turn and look into my sad teary eyes.

I wake up every morning laying there wondering, 'why am I still on this earth.' Slowly I fade from this world. My heart is dieing. My heart is filled with grief. Galadriel has given me Haldir's sword. The sword he was holding before his death. The same sword my father Caláng gave him when we were to marry as a gift. Everyday the memory of Galadriel telling me of Haldir's death, is still clear in my head to this day.

"Maradë"

"Yes, lady Galadriel"

Galadriel stood there with a sword in her hand. Orc blood still on it, though not fresh at all.

I looked up at her. Sadness was in her eyes.

"Maradë, Haldir's sword…I am sorry. He died at Helms deep"

I starred at his sword, once was my fathers. My father called it Ancatsol. He told me he didn't know why he named it that. Yes it was indeed a sword of tears for Ancatsol means Stars of Tears. Much like my name means tears.

I took the sword from her, tears slowly running down my pale face, my blonde hair sticking to my teary face. At that moment, Galadriel took me in her arms, like the mother I never had. Like a mother who never died when I was young.

I try to find hope to live on, but I can't. What is there to keep me on middle earth? Haldir isn't here, there is nothing left for me. My mother died of an orc attack. My father has sailed already. How I wish to join Haldir in mendos and be with him once again.

I lay down to rest, to sleep. I look at the stars. They are dancing tonight. They are happy for me tonight, but why I do not know. I fall into sleep…my eyes still starring at the stars as if I were awake. I dream of Haldir hoping to be with him. My wish has come true. My fading of this world is complete. I have taken my last breath. I see Haldir in the distance as the doors to mendos open. I touch his golden locks, they are so soft. Even in death. His smile is warm. Tears of happiness roll down my cheeks. He kisses them away, only to make me smile. No longer do I have to feel the pain of grief. I am home at last.