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) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Lummequenta Atta (Chronicle Two)
Winya Eska (A New Home)
~~~POV-LIRAWEN OF EARDOR~~~
I slowly approached the flet that Haldir had directed me to. 'Third one down from the barracks' I thought to myself. I walked in and sighed with disappointment. In the room was a wooden table, one chair, a cup of plain glass, and plate of similar glass, a twin bed with white sheets and one white pillow, a closet that had one uniform in it, one shirt lay on the bed and one pair of white pants with it. I shrugged, "That arrogant March Warden wouldn't have gotten those things if his life depended on it; Oh well." I groaned as I smelled the scent of sweat; whoever used this flet last was not the cleanest person. I walked outside and down near the Nimrodel to pick flowers. I found the sweetest lavender blossoms and a few violets. I placed them in a vase, which the healer had given me. I sighed, "I suppose I should try on the armor."
As I slipped on the armor I gasped. It was gargantuan. I looked at the chest; the end of the chest plate came almost to my knees. I sighed, "What did I expect from a March Warden?" I shrugged it off and pulled the t- shirt on. It too came to my knees but I put the pants on anyway. I crept under the sheets and slowly fell asleep staring at the white walls.
~~~POV CHANGE-HALDIR OF LORIEN~~~
I stumbled into my flet wearily, nine orcs had attacked earlier in the night and I had had little to eat since sunset. I threw off my armor and grabbed a towel. I rushed to the bathing pool once again. I cringed as the rancid smell that once again arose. I dove into the pool and reveled in the feeling of the cool liquid against my hot skin. I washed my body and began to wring out my hair. A sigh escaped my lips as I wrapped the towel around my waist and gathered up my pungent underclothes. I tossed both my underclothes and dirty armor into the laundry basket as I arrived home. I glanced at my table and noticed a vase of flowers on it, "The Princess must have thanked me for all the trouble I went to." I tossed the flowers outside. The aroma distressed me. I also found my spare armor lying on the floor. Trying not to grow angry, I placed it back into my wardrobe and walked over to my bed. I glanced at it for a moment, "What is this?" As I approached and pulled the covers down I beheld Lirawen wearing my clean underclothes. She was fast asleep and I groaned, "Wake! Wake now you obnoxious chit!"
She stirred lightly, "What?" She blinked awake and gasped, "Get out!"
Icy daggers shot from my eyes, "I believe it is you who is trespassing! What ever are you doing in my bed?"
A confused look enveloped her face, " 'Your' bed? You told me that my chamber was the third flet down from the barracks."
I nodded, "Yes! The third flet down on the left!"
She stood, "You said the right!"
My knuckles turned white, "Regardless of what I said, your flet is across the hall and all your furnishings are in there. I wish you a nice rest and expect you to report to the barracks at sunset. If you are late I will demote you."
Her lip twitched angrily, "I am always prompt March Warden. I bid thee fair well." She stormed out heatedly and I sighed a deep sigh. I shivered lightly as I pictured her eyes, those eerie violet pools.
I forced the image out of my head, "This room reeks of female." I snarled and threw the mattress outside to air out. The sheets, pillow, and blanket followed. I lay on the floor and fumed. Sleep came slowly and was restless. Often I pictured those eyes and woke. Distressed, I stood and walked outside. It was near sunset anyway. Slipping silently down the pathway, I removed my underclothes and slipped into the pool. I did not reek of sweat but I could not sleep. A cool bath would wake me up. I relaxed and lazed there for several minutes. The sun began to dip behind the mountains and I got out. I pulled on my underclothes and turned when I heard a distraught cry.
Lirawen had her hands clasped over her eyes, "Cover yourself."
I sneered, "I am covered." She uncovered her eyes as I strapped my last armguard on. I gave her a cold glare, "What is it that you want?"
She returned my glare with an equally cold glance, "To bathe, if that is okay with you March Warden."
I would get her back now. "You are expected at the barracks in twelve minutes, your time is yours until then. If you are tardy you will not be pleased with the penalty." Her violent eyes filled with resentment.
"I will not be late March Warden."
"Good, you had better not be." I walked soundlessly up the path and into the barracks. I bellowed, "All night shift officers report!" Several tired groans erupted. Twenty elves stumbled out of bed and pulled on armor. I checked each bed for neatness and made sure they were all suited up. I sent them outside for roll call.
I walked outside after dealing with an issue and grinned; this was where I got to punish that Princess. I turned on a stern look as I exited the barracks; "After roll I want you all to run nine miles and practice your archery until you hit nine bull's-eyes in a row from a mile away." Groans filled the air. As I finished role I grinned, "Lastly, Lirawen."
"Here, sir!" I looked up and snarled as I saw her standing there in uniform.
I nodded, "Good, now get to work." She sprinted off silently as I walked up to my post. I woke the two guards, "I will be up in an hour." They nodded and went back to sleep. I walked down to the shooting range. I shot twenty-seven arrows, all perfects from two miles back, before the first soldier joined me. I smiled, "Well done brother."
Orophin grinned, "Would you expect any less?" I shook my head and equally congratulated Rumil as he finished second. Third, much to my surprise, was Lirawen.
I snarled, "You sure you don't have another lap?"
She glared, "I am done March Warden. I will commence archery practice next, sir!" She picked up her bow and shot her quota before my brothers. They stood aghast and I rolled my eyes.
"Very well done. You may take your post at the north gate." She walked away. Several other elves finished running. I assigned my two brothers to the south border and they departed shortly thereafter. After assigning jobs to the last of the elves I paused, "Which post did I assign her to?" I shrugged; every post was covered except the north gate, which I would assist with. As I walked there slowly I hummed an Elven battle song to myself quietly.
~~~END~~~
Hehe, he's in for a pleasant surprise. Romance will happen, soon. . .just wait. R&R!!
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) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Lummequenta Atta (Chronicle Two)
Winya Eska (A New Home)
~~~POV-LIRAWEN OF EARDOR~~~
I slowly approached the flet that Haldir had directed me to. 'Third one down from the barracks' I thought to myself. I walked in and sighed with disappointment. In the room was a wooden table, one chair, a cup of plain glass, and plate of similar glass, a twin bed with white sheets and one white pillow, a closet that had one uniform in it, one shirt lay on the bed and one pair of white pants with it. I shrugged, "That arrogant March Warden wouldn't have gotten those things if his life depended on it; Oh well." I groaned as I smelled the scent of sweat; whoever used this flet last was not the cleanest person. I walked outside and down near the Nimrodel to pick flowers. I found the sweetest lavender blossoms and a few violets. I placed them in a vase, which the healer had given me. I sighed, "I suppose I should try on the armor."
As I slipped on the armor I gasped. It was gargantuan. I looked at the chest; the end of the chest plate came almost to my knees. I sighed, "What did I expect from a March Warden?" I shrugged it off and pulled the t- shirt on. It too came to my knees but I put the pants on anyway. I crept under the sheets and slowly fell asleep staring at the white walls.
~~~POV CHANGE-HALDIR OF LORIEN~~~
I stumbled into my flet wearily, nine orcs had attacked earlier in the night and I had had little to eat since sunset. I threw off my armor and grabbed a towel. I rushed to the bathing pool once again. I cringed as the rancid smell that once again arose. I dove into the pool and reveled in the feeling of the cool liquid against my hot skin. I washed my body and began to wring out my hair. A sigh escaped my lips as I wrapped the towel around my waist and gathered up my pungent underclothes. I tossed both my underclothes and dirty armor into the laundry basket as I arrived home. I glanced at my table and noticed a vase of flowers on it, "The Princess must have thanked me for all the trouble I went to." I tossed the flowers outside. The aroma distressed me. I also found my spare armor lying on the floor. Trying not to grow angry, I placed it back into my wardrobe and walked over to my bed. I glanced at it for a moment, "What is this?" As I approached and pulled the covers down I beheld Lirawen wearing my clean underclothes. She was fast asleep and I groaned, "Wake! Wake now you obnoxious chit!"
She stirred lightly, "What?" She blinked awake and gasped, "Get out!"
Icy daggers shot from my eyes, "I believe it is you who is trespassing! What ever are you doing in my bed?"
A confused look enveloped her face, " 'Your' bed? You told me that my chamber was the third flet down from the barracks."
I nodded, "Yes! The third flet down on the left!"
She stood, "You said the right!"
My knuckles turned white, "Regardless of what I said, your flet is across the hall and all your furnishings are in there. I wish you a nice rest and expect you to report to the barracks at sunset. If you are late I will demote you."
Her lip twitched angrily, "I am always prompt March Warden. I bid thee fair well." She stormed out heatedly and I sighed a deep sigh. I shivered lightly as I pictured her eyes, those eerie violet pools.
I forced the image out of my head, "This room reeks of female." I snarled and threw the mattress outside to air out. The sheets, pillow, and blanket followed. I lay on the floor and fumed. Sleep came slowly and was restless. Often I pictured those eyes and woke. Distressed, I stood and walked outside. It was near sunset anyway. Slipping silently down the pathway, I removed my underclothes and slipped into the pool. I did not reek of sweat but I could not sleep. A cool bath would wake me up. I relaxed and lazed there for several minutes. The sun began to dip behind the mountains and I got out. I pulled on my underclothes and turned when I heard a distraught cry.
Lirawen had her hands clasped over her eyes, "Cover yourself."
I sneered, "I am covered." She uncovered her eyes as I strapped my last armguard on. I gave her a cold glare, "What is it that you want?"
She returned my glare with an equally cold glance, "To bathe, if that is okay with you March Warden."
I would get her back now. "You are expected at the barracks in twelve minutes, your time is yours until then. If you are tardy you will not be pleased with the penalty." Her violent eyes filled with resentment.
"I will not be late March Warden."
"Good, you had better not be." I walked soundlessly up the path and into the barracks. I bellowed, "All night shift officers report!" Several tired groans erupted. Twenty elves stumbled out of bed and pulled on armor. I checked each bed for neatness and made sure they were all suited up. I sent them outside for roll call.
I walked outside after dealing with an issue and grinned; this was where I got to punish that Princess. I turned on a stern look as I exited the barracks; "After roll I want you all to run nine miles and practice your archery until you hit nine bull's-eyes in a row from a mile away." Groans filled the air. As I finished role I grinned, "Lastly, Lirawen."
"Here, sir!" I looked up and snarled as I saw her standing there in uniform.
I nodded, "Good, now get to work." She sprinted off silently as I walked up to my post. I woke the two guards, "I will be up in an hour." They nodded and went back to sleep. I walked down to the shooting range. I shot twenty-seven arrows, all perfects from two miles back, before the first soldier joined me. I smiled, "Well done brother."
Orophin grinned, "Would you expect any less?" I shook my head and equally congratulated Rumil as he finished second. Third, much to my surprise, was Lirawen.
I snarled, "You sure you don't have another lap?"
She glared, "I am done March Warden. I will commence archery practice next, sir!" She picked up her bow and shot her quota before my brothers. They stood aghast and I rolled my eyes.
"Very well done. You may take your post at the north gate." She walked away. Several other elves finished running. I assigned my two brothers to the south border and they departed shortly thereafter. After assigning jobs to the last of the elves I paused, "Which post did I assign her to?" I shrugged; every post was covered except the north gate, which I would assist with. As I walked there slowly I hummed an Elven battle song to myself quietly.
~~~END~~~
Hehe, he's in for a pleasant surprise. Romance will happen, soon. . .just wait. R&R!!