I' Rusve Ondo (The broken stone)



Disclaimer: I do not own Haldir or any other LotR characters; I do own everything of my own creation though. Thank you. (If anyone knows Haldir's age I would appreciate the info.!)

A/N: This is takes place before the Fellowship. I hope you all enjoy!



Rated: PG (for now) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Luumequenta Er (Chronicle One)

Agarwaen Lokter (Blood-stained Blossoms)

The sun rose once again and I sighed, "I wish I could work more often but the Lady insists on my rest and proper meals."

Celorian choked back a laugh, "Most Elves hate standing guard!"

I shrugged, "I am not like most Elves."

As I began to comment a voice rose from the ground, "Lord Haldir?"

I groaned. "What is it?" I spoke icily but I did not care.

The courier, the same one as yesterday, shrank meekly. "The Lady seeks an audience with you. She asks for you as soon as possible if not immediately. I believe it concerns the maiden you rescued yesterday" I groaned, 'why can she not just go away?'

I waved him off sternly, "I will be there shortly." I turned to Celorian, "Stay here, I will be back as soon as the Lady allows." He nodded and I climbed down the ladder swiftly. I ran towards the Caras Galadhon and saw the Lady awaiting me. I bowed my head, "Amin hiraetha. (I am sorry.)"

"Ilya naa quell (All is well)." She turned and looked at me. She stepped away and a small white form lay on a nearby cot. She looked into my eyes piercingly, "This maiden needs your assistance."

I looked at her, confusion in my eyes, "What may I do Lady?"

Her eyes twinkled, "She needs pure blood. You have strong blood in you March Warden. Will you give her your blood?"

I shuddered; I did not want my blood in 'that' young woman. I bowed, "As you wish Lady." I brought my small dagger to my wrist and made a small incision. I put my wrist to her lips and watched as her eyes opened. Her eyes were a fierce violet. I shivered as I stared into them. Her eyelids seemed weighted and she struggled to keep them open. I rolled my eyes, 'Weakling.'

She pushed my wrist away after a minute or so, "D-d-diol-l-la lle (t- t-than-n-nk you)."

I allowed the Lady to heal the laceration and I strapped my armguard on again. I glared icily at the Elf that lay before me, "You are lucky I found you when I did, foolish girl."

Her eyes retreated as if I had stung her. She sat up weakly, "I have a message to deliver but it is of no good anymore." She sobbed, her chest heaving harshly.

Galadriel placed her hand on the girl's back, "What was your message?"

She wiped her tears away and rolled her eyes, "I come from an Elvish clan that called the Sea of Rhun region home. I was to tell you that we were in need of assistance for we were under attack. On my way here my brother caught up with me; he told me that our land was gone, and he was the only survivor. He died on the way here, about a day before your March Warden found me."

Misery filled Galadriel's eyes, "I knew this was to come."

The she-elf glared up at her, "And you did nothing! The Lady of Light was too good to save her own kin!" Fire burned in the girl's eyes, a fierceness unknown to me in maidens ignited.

I snarled, "Who are you to speak to the Lady in such a way?"

She held her head up, "My name is Lirawen, and I am the Princess of Eardor (Land of Sea)."

Galadriel sighed, "I have not seen anyone from your clan for thousands of years; I thought thee dead."

Lirawen scoffed, "We are fine warriors but when half of our fighters are aiding Rivendell or Mirkwood and the other half are caught by surprise by twenty thousand of Sauraman's creatures we stand not a chance! One fourth of our army is past the gray havens in Glacia aiding the Wicca Fae!"

I bit my lip, "Amin hiraetha 'ten tanwe (I am sorry for your loss)."

She sneered, "I highly doubt that you feel any remorse March Warden. What is your name since you so rudely asked mine?"

I reined my temper, 'She is a lady, treat her like one!' "My name is Haldir of Lothlorien."

Lirawen smiled forcedly, "Hello March Warden Haldir."

I bowed angrily, "Hello Princess Lirawen. It is a pleasure to have aided you."

Galadriel smiled, oblivious to the hatred and anger in my eyes. "Haldir, good Lord, would you please set up a flet next to yours so that she may stay near the military. It is obvious she has had good training and will serve in our army well when she strengthens."

I gaped, 'You are feigning? 'Please' tell me you are kidding! Oh my goodness, that female is going to be in the army?' I smiled, "Yes Lady. Her flet will be ready by nightfall." I departed, swearing under my breath. I walked towards the military branch and sought out the flet to the across from mine. This was supposed to be used by an elf maiden that I was courting but, me being who I am, it was unoccupied. I swept the dust off the floor and wiped all the countertops. I sighed, "What am I to furnish it with?" I shook my head, scolding myself. I walked back to the healer's hut and found Lirawen there. I heaved a sigh, "What furniture do you require?" My temper, which had dulled somewhat, flared up again at her answer.

Sparkles ignited in her eyes, "I want a bed, two chairs, a table, some baby blue curtains, a baby blue table cloth, a violet colored vase, some glass dishes with a floral pattern, a nice down blanket for the cold nights, and lastly, a stuffed toy."

After learning how to breath again I asked, "What on Middle Earth do you need all that for? A stuffed toy?"

I raised an eyebrow and she smiled, "To sleep with, in case I get scared. You want me to make a Princess feel welcome don't you March Warden?" How dare a snooty adolescent pull rank on me! I paused, letting my temper cool.

I growled, "Yes Princess. Anything else?

A malicious grin overcame her petite face, "A suit of armor from the Lothlorien Army, fit to me. I will be fighting along side you very soon. I look forward to such an interesting experience." Her words were well chosen; interesting hinted no hostility while alluding to a bit of boredom. I could feel my face redden with anger. I balled my hands into fists until my knuckles were white.

"As you wish."

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