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The golden flowers on the hills of Lothlorien - elanor- glowed in the setting sun. Amariel looked to the west, marveling at the bursts of colors that painted the sky in hues of orange, red and golden. She lived in Lothlorien all of her life. Were she a human, she would've been long dead, but her people had no age and thus Amariel did not care to bother herself with numbers. Her life has been a series of long days and cold nights that never seemed to bore her. She wandered the realm as part of the guard - content to be in a position of a simple soldier with little to do at times of peace. Now they were gone, and she was left alone on the hills of Lothlorien, with little to remember.

Except him.

It was a peaceful time when she met him. He was a guest of Lorien with shining eyes that glittered in the autumn twilight and a taste for elven music and elven crafts. He spoke to her about faraway lands and she, for once in her life, wanted to be human. There was something about being human that appealed to her, perhaps it was the hectic hurry with which men lived their lives, knowing that their time on this earth is short. But he wasn't human - and she sensed it. There was a great sorrow in his heart, a sorrow that was beyond any man, or elf.

"Amariel does not seem to be a name fit for you." he told her once, after a long night of talking by the quiet waters of Nimrodel. "Give me a name, melde.* A name that only you will call me if ever you needed me, a name that would surpass time and reach into my heart." She looked into his eyes, and he smiled. "I am afraid it will be long before I could think of a name so powerful." They sat in the dark, silent, and she pressed an elanor flower into his hand. "Tye melane*" she whispered, and he kissed her. He was leaving the next morning with the sunrise, to see elves in the distant lands. Her home was in Lothlorien, and it was in Lorien that he told her he will find her when days of his travels pass. "Don't forget me." He said, and left her that night by the streaming waters of Nimrodel. He never came back.

She knew what had become of him, she knew that he was the Enemy, but she also knew that once he sang her a song of love and she could not forget it. She could not believe that he betrayed her, even though he had betrayed her people. He had never given her a name, she realized. Haldir left with his squad to fight in Helm's Deep. She offered to go, but Haldir rejected her offer. He always regarded her as a child who needed protection, and he knew they will not come back.

He screamed her name when he died. She knew it just like she knew that she was going to die in Lorien before the sun's rays completely left the horizon. She knew he gave her a name that was so dear to him he would not even let her know it.

She knew he loved her.

Amariel lay down on the flowers of elanor and thought that she has been wrong. Her true name that rung in her ears the moment the Enemy was destroyed was but a whisper of the wind. The Enemy had deceived her, enveloping her life in a cacoon of lies, just like he did with the rest of the world. But she closed her eyes and before them she saw his face. He was not smiling. Blood trickled down his pale cheeks, and his eyes looked straight ahead, empty of all thought. His lips was cracked, with blood dried on them, and with these cracked lips he muttered but one phrase.

I name you thus Virrive - the rose of winter.

She smiled as her spirit withered into the depths of the crimson sky. Like a winter rose, she tarnished.