:) Okay, I take it you guys didn't like me hurting Haldir. He had to show his loyalty towards the child didn't he. *gasps* But did he survive? Well, your just going to have to read and find out.
Disclaimer, I do not own Tolkien's great work.
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Haldir awoke with a start, sitting strait up in bed. At first he thought everything was a dream. Then a sharp agonizing pain caught up, sending him a reminder. In order not to cry out Haldir closed his eyes, breathing steadily trying to wish away the pain. Gentle hands pushed him back down.
"Rest now Haldir, your injury was great, but you'll be fine."
Haldir opened his eyes, looking into the face belonging to the familiar voice. His eyes open wide at the site of Celeborn, who sat at his bed side. Celeborn, because Haldir was going to stay awake, motions for Haldir to roll over, He wanted to inspect the wound.
Haldir followed orders.
'Where's the child that was with me?' Haldir asked.
'She is sleeping in the other room.' Celeborn responded removing the bloody bandage. 'What is she to you?'
Haldir sucked in a breath, not from the pain. He did not know what to tell Celeborn about the child. Much less about the Quainegul that handed the responsibility to him. It most certainly would cause problems, but none more then if Lady Galadriel was home. A thought flickered through his mind like a flame.
'She is my daughter, she was brought by some, unwelcome guests.' Haldir finally told Celeborn.
'I thought she kind of look like you.' Celeborn cleaned the wound gently. 'My wife should be pleased to hear of your child.'
'NO!' Haldir shouted fearfully.
Celeborn just paused, staring at Haldir in confusion.
Haldir lowered his head, 'I'd rather not have her know.'
'Is it because of the mother?' Celeborn asked calmly, but with a hint of displeasure.
Haldir noded thinking of the Quainegul.
'So because of the child's mother you wish for me to lie to my wife?' Celeborn sat down the rag. "I'll have someone put the bandage back on." Celeborn walks stiffly for the door.
'Lord Celeborn I am sorry.' Haldir tired to sit, but stoped as he felt the stitches strain painfully. 'I ment to offense.'
'I will not lie to my wife Haldir, she will find out.' Haldir vanished out the door.
No energy left, Haldir droped the rest of the way into the bed. Breathing in the wooded smells of the mattress. Every thing in Lórien smelt of wood, it was even ingrained into his senses.
'Dad!'
Haldir barely moved when the light child jumped on him. Pinning him on his stomach. She pokes lightly at his wound, making a sound of disgust.
'Does that hurt?'
'Yes dear child, it does.'
'Sorry.'
'Dad, what's my name? I have seem to forgotten everything before the woods.' She asked suddenly.
['Astaldochamiel.' The Quainegul whispered to the child.]
Haldir wrinkles his nose at what was certain the name the Quainegul gave the child, his daughter in his memories. Such a long, distasteful name. Still there was some good in her name.
'Your name is Astal.'
'Oh.'
An elf walked in carrying bandages. The child, Astal broke out in a giggling fit, curling up tightly beside Haldir. The elf set out bandaging Haldir's back, eyeing the child occasionally. Haldir's head was turned away from the elf treating him, and his mind was slowing down considerably. Right now he would not be able to recognize his brothers voices.
'So what is the child's name?'
'Astal, and when might I get out of here?' Haldir asked feeling his energy fade.
'Two days, now rest.'
Rest he did, and soon Haldir was snoring softly. Astal giggled, pointing at Haldir with a glint in her eye.
'Father snores.'
'Father?' The elf looked at the child then Haldir, then back at the child. 'When did my brother become a father?'
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Ut oh what brother just stumbled upon Haldir's little one? *giggle* tune in when I get off my rush. HAPPY APRIL FOOLS DAY
Disclaimer, I do not own Tolkien's great work.
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Haldir awoke with a start, sitting strait up in bed. At first he thought everything was a dream. Then a sharp agonizing pain caught up, sending him a reminder. In order not to cry out Haldir closed his eyes, breathing steadily trying to wish away the pain. Gentle hands pushed him back down.
"Rest now Haldir, your injury was great, but you'll be fine."
Haldir opened his eyes, looking into the face belonging to the familiar voice. His eyes open wide at the site of Celeborn, who sat at his bed side. Celeborn, because Haldir was going to stay awake, motions for Haldir to roll over, He wanted to inspect the wound.
Haldir followed orders.
'Where's the child that was with me?' Haldir asked.
'She is sleeping in the other room.' Celeborn responded removing the bloody bandage. 'What is she to you?'
Haldir sucked in a breath, not from the pain. He did not know what to tell Celeborn about the child. Much less about the Quainegul that handed the responsibility to him. It most certainly would cause problems, but none more then if Lady Galadriel was home. A thought flickered through his mind like a flame.
'She is my daughter, she was brought by some, unwelcome guests.' Haldir finally told Celeborn.
'I thought she kind of look like you.' Celeborn cleaned the wound gently. 'My wife should be pleased to hear of your child.'
'NO!' Haldir shouted fearfully.
Celeborn just paused, staring at Haldir in confusion.
Haldir lowered his head, 'I'd rather not have her know.'
'Is it because of the mother?' Celeborn asked calmly, but with a hint of displeasure.
Haldir noded thinking of the Quainegul.
'So because of the child's mother you wish for me to lie to my wife?' Celeborn sat down the rag. "I'll have someone put the bandage back on." Celeborn walks stiffly for the door.
'Lord Celeborn I am sorry.' Haldir tired to sit, but stoped as he felt the stitches strain painfully. 'I ment to offense.'
'I will not lie to my wife Haldir, she will find out.' Haldir vanished out the door.
No energy left, Haldir droped the rest of the way into the bed. Breathing in the wooded smells of the mattress. Every thing in Lórien smelt of wood, it was even ingrained into his senses.
'Dad!'
Haldir barely moved when the light child jumped on him. Pinning him on his stomach. She pokes lightly at his wound, making a sound of disgust.
'Does that hurt?'
'Yes dear child, it does.'
'Sorry.'
'Dad, what's my name? I have seem to forgotten everything before the woods.' She asked suddenly.
['Astaldochamiel.' The Quainegul whispered to the child.]
Haldir wrinkles his nose at what was certain the name the Quainegul gave the child, his daughter in his memories. Such a long, distasteful name. Still there was some good in her name.
'Your name is Astal.'
'Oh.'
An elf walked in carrying bandages. The child, Astal broke out in a giggling fit, curling up tightly beside Haldir. The elf set out bandaging Haldir's back, eyeing the child occasionally. Haldir's head was turned away from the elf treating him, and his mind was slowing down considerably. Right now he would not be able to recognize his brothers voices.
'So what is the child's name?'
'Astal, and when might I get out of here?' Haldir asked feeling his energy fade.
'Two days, now rest.'
Rest he did, and soon Haldir was snoring softly. Astal giggled, pointing at Haldir with a glint in her eye.
'Father snores.'
'Father?' The elf looked at the child then Haldir, then back at the child. 'When did my brother become a father?'
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Ut oh what brother just stumbled upon Haldir's little one? *giggle* tune in when I get off my rush. HAPPY APRIL FOOLS DAY