Disclaimer: I own nothing. Save Taraqwen, Nimorn, Dúmenel, Mîrelena, and a
few more of my OC characters that might show up that might appear in this
story.
AN: This is AU just to be safe. Please don't kill me. And if you want to flame me about Elvish ages don't because if you do I will humiliate you by dedicating an Author's note to educating you on the term ' Alternate Universe.' Sorry if I sound bitchy, I'm being chocolate deprived and am missing the sight of my right eye which is injured. So I'm a little cranky, again I am sorry. This might be a little more serious than my other fics.
Chapter one
Taraqwen stared at the bundle of bloody clothes she has been assigned to wash. Realizing that scrubbing was pointless she threw them in the fire that burned to keep the washroom warm in the winter. The twins had come back from one of their riding lessons with Glorfindel and found him lying unconscious in the snow.
Taraqwen's thoughts dwelled on the elf that lay in Elrond's healing chambers. He was no older than the twins and even by Elvish standards the twins where still young, not even adults yet, close but not quiet.
" Why did the Lady chose him..." She sighed and went to fetch new clothes for the elf.
Elrond looked down at the blonde elf that was slowly coming out of a healing sleep. ' He put up a good fight...he must have.... Elladan said many orc bodies covered the ground. But so young... too young to send out alone and so far.'
The young elf's body was pale and covered with bruises. His forehead had a huge gash, which was fixed with stitches and covered with a cooling slave to reduce the pain. A long knife mark was deep in the muscle of the upper right arm, it was covered with clean wrapping that was turning red; but not as quickly had it had an hour ago.
" Sut naa ro? (How is he?)" Glorfindel asked as he popped his head in the doorway.
" Ro naa umien quel.( He is well) " Elrond said as the elf's blue eyes fluttered open.
" Amin dele ten'ho. Mankoi ro dagor orqu n'tua.. ( I am worried about him. Why did he battle the orcs without help?.) " Glorfindel said placing a tray down beside the waking elf.
Blue eyes slowly opened, then snapped open wide. He tried to sit up but the throbbing in his head forced him back down. " Manke amin? (Where am I?)"
" Imladris. Mai naa ess en lle? ( Rivendell. What is your name?)" Elrond said pouring a cup of water for his patient.
" Haldir en Lorien. (Haldir of Lorien) I am to deliver a message to lord Elrond."
" You have found him. The other elf is Glorfindel of Gondolin. Sana sina. ( Take this.)"
Elrond tilted Haldir's head back and poured the cool water into his mouth.
" Lle merna kwentra lye i'narn en dagor orqu. ( Shall you tell us the tale of your battle with the orcs?) Or should that wait for another time?" Glorfindel asked noticing the elf close his eyes as if ashamed.
" Let us try a easier question. You said you had a message for me." Elrond asked, getting Haldir's attention.
" Yes.... from the Lady Galadriel. She bid you and your sons come visit for the New Year festivities, in a month's time."
" This message was so important that you had to journey alone, in the middle of winter and nearly die at the hands of orcs? "
Haldir said nothing he just turned his head to the side and closed his eyes. Elrond took piety on him. " But perhaps that explanation can wait for another time. Est. Quel kaima ar'creoso Imladris. (Rest. Sleep well and welcome to Rivendell.)"
Glorfindel placed an extra blanket on Haldir while Elrond checked the fire before leaving.
" He traveled here all the way in the harsh of winter for that message?" Glorfindel fumed. " I have seen many stupid things in my lifetimes but this is a first. And he was unattended. I believed after what happened to..." this was a touchy subject," You're wife hir nin, that no one was to leave Lothlorien with double escort."
Elrond closed his eyes, pained. Celebrain had only been attacked and left the for the Undying Lands two years ago but the loss was still new. " I know. There are things that elfling is not telling us. But let us not press him while he heals."
It was now the next day and Elladan was helping Taraqwen find some clothes for Haldir. " He is about your size I gather..." She said rummaging through his clothing. " He'll just need a fresh tunic, leggings...Oh! And boots..."
Elladan would pause every so often in his search of clothing to stare at Taraqwen. For a better part of the year Elladan noticed that he got a funny feeling in his stomach whenever she looked at him, it was a nice feeling. Also that he wanted to go out of his way to make himself look brave, strong, or handsome in front of the Elf-maiden two hundred years older than him. Much like what Elrohir did for Mîrelena...
" Found them!" Taraqwen yelled in triumph as she pulled out a pair of green leggings. Elladan wrinkled his nose. He didn't like green much but they had been a present from his grandmother, so he was forbidden to discard it. " These would look good on him, seems all blond elves enjoy the color of leaves."
" Then he can have them." Elladan smiled happily at the thought of finally being rid of them. " I believe there is a tunic that goes with them as well." Reaching further in the chest he pulled it out. It was green with golden leaves embroidered at the throat.
" Yes." Taraqwen smiled and draped the clothing over her arms. " These will do nicely. Diola lle ten'tua hir nin. (Thank you for your help my lord.)" She bowed and left the room.
Elladan felt that nice feeling go away as his door closed.
Taraqwen stopped outside the door to the healing chamber. Elrohir was coming out muttering something about a stupid stubborn ass. " Is something wrong, hir nin?"
Elrohir looked at her embarrassed that he'd been caught swearing in the presents of an Elf maiden." Nothing is wrong. He is just...difficult to talk to. His tongue is sharp." Then Elrohir smiled." But I think yours is sharper, dull his for me will you. Then maybe I'll speak with him again."
Taraqwen smiled." I'll cut off his tongue should he start something. I didn't spend all morning finding clothes for him for nothing- But he can not be that bad, hir nin."
Elrohir just rubbed his sore arm and laughed." You will see...oh and beware...his left arm is still good."
End of Chapter one
AN: This is AU just to be safe. Please don't kill me. And if you want to flame me about Elvish ages don't because if you do I will humiliate you by dedicating an Author's note to educating you on the term ' Alternate Universe.' Sorry if I sound bitchy, I'm being chocolate deprived and am missing the sight of my right eye which is injured. So I'm a little cranky, again I am sorry. This might be a little more serious than my other fics.
Chapter one
Taraqwen stared at the bundle of bloody clothes she has been assigned to wash. Realizing that scrubbing was pointless she threw them in the fire that burned to keep the washroom warm in the winter. The twins had come back from one of their riding lessons with Glorfindel and found him lying unconscious in the snow.
Taraqwen's thoughts dwelled on the elf that lay in Elrond's healing chambers. He was no older than the twins and even by Elvish standards the twins where still young, not even adults yet, close but not quiet.
" Why did the Lady chose him..." She sighed and went to fetch new clothes for the elf.
Elrond looked down at the blonde elf that was slowly coming out of a healing sleep. ' He put up a good fight...he must have.... Elladan said many orc bodies covered the ground. But so young... too young to send out alone and so far.'
The young elf's body was pale and covered with bruises. His forehead had a huge gash, which was fixed with stitches and covered with a cooling slave to reduce the pain. A long knife mark was deep in the muscle of the upper right arm, it was covered with clean wrapping that was turning red; but not as quickly had it had an hour ago.
" Sut naa ro? (How is he?)" Glorfindel asked as he popped his head in the doorway.
" Ro naa umien quel.( He is well) " Elrond said as the elf's blue eyes fluttered open.
" Amin dele ten'ho. Mankoi ro dagor orqu n'tua.. ( I am worried about him. Why did he battle the orcs without help?.) " Glorfindel said placing a tray down beside the waking elf.
Blue eyes slowly opened, then snapped open wide. He tried to sit up but the throbbing in his head forced him back down. " Manke amin? (Where am I?)"
" Imladris. Mai naa ess en lle? ( Rivendell. What is your name?)" Elrond said pouring a cup of water for his patient.
" Haldir en Lorien. (Haldir of Lorien) I am to deliver a message to lord Elrond."
" You have found him. The other elf is Glorfindel of Gondolin. Sana sina. ( Take this.)"
Elrond tilted Haldir's head back and poured the cool water into his mouth.
" Lle merna kwentra lye i'narn en dagor orqu. ( Shall you tell us the tale of your battle with the orcs?) Or should that wait for another time?" Glorfindel asked noticing the elf close his eyes as if ashamed.
" Let us try a easier question. You said you had a message for me." Elrond asked, getting Haldir's attention.
" Yes.... from the Lady Galadriel. She bid you and your sons come visit for the New Year festivities, in a month's time."
" This message was so important that you had to journey alone, in the middle of winter and nearly die at the hands of orcs? "
Haldir said nothing he just turned his head to the side and closed his eyes. Elrond took piety on him. " But perhaps that explanation can wait for another time. Est. Quel kaima ar'creoso Imladris. (Rest. Sleep well and welcome to Rivendell.)"
Glorfindel placed an extra blanket on Haldir while Elrond checked the fire before leaving.
" He traveled here all the way in the harsh of winter for that message?" Glorfindel fumed. " I have seen many stupid things in my lifetimes but this is a first. And he was unattended. I believed after what happened to..." this was a touchy subject," You're wife hir nin, that no one was to leave Lothlorien with double escort."
Elrond closed his eyes, pained. Celebrain had only been attacked and left the for the Undying Lands two years ago but the loss was still new. " I know. There are things that elfling is not telling us. But let us not press him while he heals."
It was now the next day and Elladan was helping Taraqwen find some clothes for Haldir. " He is about your size I gather..." She said rummaging through his clothing. " He'll just need a fresh tunic, leggings...Oh! And boots..."
Elladan would pause every so often in his search of clothing to stare at Taraqwen. For a better part of the year Elladan noticed that he got a funny feeling in his stomach whenever she looked at him, it was a nice feeling. Also that he wanted to go out of his way to make himself look brave, strong, or handsome in front of the Elf-maiden two hundred years older than him. Much like what Elrohir did for Mîrelena...
" Found them!" Taraqwen yelled in triumph as she pulled out a pair of green leggings. Elladan wrinkled his nose. He didn't like green much but they had been a present from his grandmother, so he was forbidden to discard it. " These would look good on him, seems all blond elves enjoy the color of leaves."
" Then he can have them." Elladan smiled happily at the thought of finally being rid of them. " I believe there is a tunic that goes with them as well." Reaching further in the chest he pulled it out. It was green with golden leaves embroidered at the throat.
" Yes." Taraqwen smiled and draped the clothing over her arms. " These will do nicely. Diola lle ten'tua hir nin. (Thank you for your help my lord.)" She bowed and left the room.
Elladan felt that nice feeling go away as his door closed.
Taraqwen stopped outside the door to the healing chamber. Elrohir was coming out muttering something about a stupid stubborn ass. " Is something wrong, hir nin?"
Elrohir looked at her embarrassed that he'd been caught swearing in the presents of an Elf maiden." Nothing is wrong. He is just...difficult to talk to. His tongue is sharp." Then Elrohir smiled." But I think yours is sharper, dull his for me will you. Then maybe I'll speak with him again."
Taraqwen smiled." I'll cut off his tongue should he start something. I didn't spend all morning finding clothes for him for nothing- But he can not be that bad, hir nin."
Elrohir just rubbed his sore arm and laughed." You will see...oh and beware...his left arm is still good."
End of Chapter one