Sorry for the delay in updating, I have been ill as of late again. I hope I
haven't lost any of my readers as of yet. I beg for all of your forgiveness
:: bows:: Oh, and before I forget. :: Looks at a review:: Sounds like one
of you would like to see this yoai, or em I wrong?
Disclaimer I do not own Tolkien's work, Tolkien owns his own work.
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Rain pounded down around Lórien, the canopy of trees protecting the elves from the onset of rain. Still here and there water falls formed, crashing unto the forest floor below. Blue luminescence lights giving it an errie, but beautiful look. Rivers formed, following paths already forged by rains of the past. Lórien was built to never flood, and never soak the elves beneath the leaves. It was a nice living for the elves that decided here was the place to settle.
Haldir kisses Astal on the forehead, then gave her a quick hug. Tonight he had to go out and try to redeem his name. Maybe Celeborn would be more understanding now that he had time to think. Standing up he looked at his adopted daughter. It was hard to believe she was not really his. His eye caught the ring that remained on her finger, it would be even harder to explain what she forgot in the woods.
'Father, I don't want you to go.' Astal complained with a whine.
'I'm sorry, one of your uncles should be around soon to watch you.' Haldir responded casually. 'You be a good girl for me now.'
'No! I won't be a good girl.' Astal pouted.
Laughing to himself, Haldir turned, and walked away. Astal stomped her foot and glared back at the house. She had already began to cry, because Haldir choose not to stay. A child can be left behind so many times before they begin to feel it's them.
Haldir jogged gracefully down the long winding stairs. Something in him screamed for him to turn back, not to continue. He chose to ignore it, if he was to dodge a bad punishment he would have to talk to Celeborn before it was to late. This was foolishness, yes they were diplomats sent by Mirkwood, but he had a right to watch the Lórien borders as he deemed fit.
Fighting the Orcs continuously inside the borders swiftly, had gained a great fear in the Orcs. Even more fear when Galadriel was around. What she did to them, Haldir would never know. All this ment that fighting the Orcs outside the border, would dim the superstition of the Orcs. Making Lórien more prone to attacks.
Feeling something cold run around his feet, Haldir looked down at the ground he now stood on. One of the rivers deflected, now running down past the staircase to his house. Stepping back unto the last step, Haldir makes a flying leap over the river, barely clearing it.
A noise drew him to turn around, before he discovered it a pain filled his head. Shocked by the blow his body collapsed sending him into the river. Strong hands grasped him, pulling him to his feet. In his dazed mode he could recognize his attackers; The diplomats from before.
'I know your watching child of Haldir, be quiet about this or you won't get your father back alive.' The most dominate of the diplomats sneered.
Astal hugged a support for the stair case, trying to hide herself. Scared she watched as they dragged off Haldir. She did not know if he still lived as it was. Even still, the threat of the diplomats filled her with fear, she would not tell a soul.
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Looks like I'll have to name the diplomats now, ::laughs::Oh man, this is taking an unexpected turn. But I still want to hear opinions and comments from you. I'm trying to create an environment were readers have voices and they are heard.
PS: How do you really spell errie, I know we use it alot to discribe something spooky, but I can't find it in the dictonary.
Disclaimer I do not own Tolkien's work, Tolkien owns his own work.
~
Rain pounded down around Lórien, the canopy of trees protecting the elves from the onset of rain. Still here and there water falls formed, crashing unto the forest floor below. Blue luminescence lights giving it an errie, but beautiful look. Rivers formed, following paths already forged by rains of the past. Lórien was built to never flood, and never soak the elves beneath the leaves. It was a nice living for the elves that decided here was the place to settle.
Haldir kisses Astal on the forehead, then gave her a quick hug. Tonight he had to go out and try to redeem his name. Maybe Celeborn would be more understanding now that he had time to think. Standing up he looked at his adopted daughter. It was hard to believe she was not really his. His eye caught the ring that remained on her finger, it would be even harder to explain what she forgot in the woods.
'Father, I don't want you to go.' Astal complained with a whine.
'I'm sorry, one of your uncles should be around soon to watch you.' Haldir responded casually. 'You be a good girl for me now.'
'No! I won't be a good girl.' Astal pouted.
Laughing to himself, Haldir turned, and walked away. Astal stomped her foot and glared back at the house. She had already began to cry, because Haldir choose not to stay. A child can be left behind so many times before they begin to feel it's them.
Haldir jogged gracefully down the long winding stairs. Something in him screamed for him to turn back, not to continue. He chose to ignore it, if he was to dodge a bad punishment he would have to talk to Celeborn before it was to late. This was foolishness, yes they were diplomats sent by Mirkwood, but he had a right to watch the Lórien borders as he deemed fit.
Fighting the Orcs continuously inside the borders swiftly, had gained a great fear in the Orcs. Even more fear when Galadriel was around. What she did to them, Haldir would never know. All this ment that fighting the Orcs outside the border, would dim the superstition of the Orcs. Making Lórien more prone to attacks.
Feeling something cold run around his feet, Haldir looked down at the ground he now stood on. One of the rivers deflected, now running down past the staircase to his house. Stepping back unto the last step, Haldir makes a flying leap over the river, barely clearing it.
A noise drew him to turn around, before he discovered it a pain filled his head. Shocked by the blow his body collapsed sending him into the river. Strong hands grasped him, pulling him to his feet. In his dazed mode he could recognize his attackers; The diplomats from before.
'I know your watching child of Haldir, be quiet about this or you won't get your father back alive.' The most dominate of the diplomats sneered.
Astal hugged a support for the stair case, trying to hide herself. Scared she watched as they dragged off Haldir. She did not know if he still lived as it was. Even still, the threat of the diplomats filled her with fear, she would not tell a soul.
~@~
Looks like I'll have to name the diplomats now, ::laughs::Oh man, this is taking an unexpected turn. But I still want to hear opinions and comments from you. I'm trying to create an environment were readers have voices and they are heard.
PS: How do you really spell errie, I know we use it alot to discribe something spooky, but I can't find it in the dictonary.