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 Kinta (Chronicle Four)
Mae Govannen, Tarien (Well Met, Princess)
We sprinted to the bathing pool and leaped in at the same time. His feet hit the water first and I sighed. I was so exhausted. I stood, "You won."
He examined me closely, "You look completely worn out."
I shook my head weakly, "I am fine."
A grin crossed his face, "Good, then I will bathe first."
A frown washed over me, "Of course March Warden." I showed no sign of weakness as I hauled my aching legs up the steps and into my flet. I could hear Haldir humming an elven battle song as he washed. I took my waist length black hair out of the braided bun it had been in. I removed the hair tie that wrapped my hair around and the tight braid fell to my lower back. I undid the braid and my curly tresses trailed down my hips. As I ran a brush through the semi-tangled mess I frowned; sweat soaked my hair at the roots. I groaned exasperatedly and threw it up in a messy bun again. I stripped off my damp undergarments and tossed them into the laundry basket. I wrapped my towel around my body and opened the door to my flet. "Are you done March Warden?"
I could hear him walk up to me. He stood right in front of me, "I am done Lirawen. You may bathe now." My legs painstakingly pulled me to the bathing pool. The March Warden did not move.
"Are you intending on watching me bathe?" He blinked once and walked away preoccupied. I shrugged it off and slipped my towel off. As I soaked in the cool water another girl walked over and got in. I glanced at her chestnut colored tresses and brown-gray eyes. "This is the military bathing pool."
She nodded kindly, "I understand that. I am in the correct place. My name is Reyna Lindele. What is your name?" A/N: You all can read up on Reyna in my Legomance: 'The Mystery of Love'!
I examined her tanned skin. 'Who allowed a human into Lothlorien?' "I am Princess Lirawen of Eardor."
Her soft expression saddened, "I am sorry about your people. They were valiant warriors."
My eyebrow rose inquisitively, "How did you know of their end? I have told no one but the Lady and March Warden."
Reyna shrugged nervously, "News gets around quickly."
Suspicion arose, "I didn't see any females during the last training session."
A grin crossed her bronzed face, "I am new to the Lothlorien army. I come from Gondor."
I sneered cockily, "So you 'are' a human."
Her eyes narrowed, "I am most certainly not! I am one half elf, and one half Wicca Fae."
I took a deep breath. My mother once told me of the Fae. She spoke of fair creatures that stuck to themselves more often then not. They were powerful beings that fought alongside the Elves of Mirkwood and Rivendell. She spoke of how they never aided us for we were too far from their lands. Mother told me of their power and their rude composure. This girl before me looked normal enough. Nothing about her seemed arrogant or proud. As she pulled her brown locks back I noticed her slightly pointed ears. I grinned, I had another female to converse with. "So what do you think of the March Warden?"
Reyna looked quizzically at me, "He is a sweet man." My mouth dropped. "He treats me fairly; hence, I see nothing wrong with him as of yet."
I sighed, "You must not know him well enough then." She laughed lightly. Her voice was light and melodious. "You sing." It wasn't a question, more of a thought spoken aloud.
She nodded, "I am called the Muse in Gondor. Aragorn gave me the name because I would never stop singing when we dragged his army throughout Gondor months ago to kill off an angry orc pack."
I raised my right eyebrow curiously, "You were in the same army as Lord Aragorn? Isildur's heir?"
She shrugged, "Yeah. Aragorn's a great guy but a little moody when you wake him before dawn." She climbed out of the pool and stubbed her toe on a rock, "Damn it!" I gasped.
"Why do you use such profanity?"
She snickered, "I am a true warrior, heart and soul; not one bit of me will ever be ladylike. I detest pathetic elven maidens who are nothing but a statue on display by their husbands." I nodded, she was not the female companion I had expected, and she was better.
I chuckled lightly, "As you wish. May your dreams be sweet."
She nodded kindly, "Vanya sulie Edhelwen (fair winds Lady elf)!" She slipped her towel over her and silently walked up the road. Her brown tresses had somehow dried already. I shook the thought from my head and slipped out of the bath.
I knocked on Haldir's door as I entered my flet, "The pool is free." Talking inside caught my attention. I heard Galadriel and Haldir talking quietly.
Lady Galadriel's astute voice resonated throughout the room. "Lord Haldir, I want you to make sure the Princess is at home." I smirked.
Haldir nodded, "Of course Lady. I am sure the Princess will like her stay in Lothlorien. How long will you be here Princess?" My brows furrowed.
I heard a familiar musical voice, "I am not sure. To be honest, until I am fighting ready to journey home."
Galadriel sighed, "Do you know where your home is?"
Reyna's hair brushed against her back as she shook her head. "No. I am unsure of any of my lineage. You told me my race but that is all I know." My eyes widened, 'Reyna is a princess? The vulgar woman is royalty? On top of that she is elven! What in Middle Earth encourages her to behave in such a way?'
Galadriel placed a hand on her shoulder. By now I was peeking through a window. "Glacia is past the Grey Havens. I will have Lord Celeborn show you on a map before your departure."
Reyna nodded, "Thank you ever so much!"
Haldir turned stiffly, "Reyna. You may have my bed tonight if you wish. I will sleep on the floor."
Reyna blushed, "I have slept on the floor many nights before March Warden."
He smiled, "Only one more reason for you to sleep in a bed. Come now." He picked Reyna up and dropped her down on his bed. Galadriel raised her eyebrow suspiciously.
Reyna laughed, "Haldir, you move so quickly!" He chuckled lightly and turned.
"I am going to bathe. I will be back shortly." A tinge of jealousy streaked through me as I snuck into my flet before Haldir exited his own. I gasped, 'Me jealous of her? Never! I would never be jealous of her, especially not over Haldir's affections!'
I rolled my eyes, 'That weak twit can have him!" I lay in my bed and sighed. The linens were soft and the down blanket was cooling. I lay on my stomach and fell into a much needed sleep.
~~~POV CHANGE-HALDIR OF LORIEN~~~
I glanced over at the sleeping Princess. She looked very striking, "Mae Govannen Tarien." She did not respond, she was asleep after all, and I lay down on the floor of my flet. Sleep came quickly and restfully.
~~~END~~~
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 Kinta (Chronicle Four)
Mae Govannen, Tarien (Well Met, Princess)
We sprinted to the bathing pool and leaped in at the same time. His feet hit the water first and I sighed. I was so exhausted. I stood, "You won."
He examined me closely, "You look completely worn out."
I shook my head weakly, "I am fine."
A grin crossed his face, "Good, then I will bathe first."
A frown washed over me, "Of course March Warden." I showed no sign of weakness as I hauled my aching legs up the steps and into my flet. I could hear Haldir humming an elven battle song as he washed. I took my waist length black hair out of the braided bun it had been in. I removed the hair tie that wrapped my hair around and the tight braid fell to my lower back. I undid the braid and my curly tresses trailed down my hips. As I ran a brush through the semi-tangled mess I frowned; sweat soaked my hair at the roots. I groaned exasperatedly and threw it up in a messy bun again. I stripped off my damp undergarments and tossed them into the laundry basket. I wrapped my towel around my body and opened the door to my flet. "Are you done March Warden?"
I could hear him walk up to me. He stood right in front of me, "I am done Lirawen. You may bathe now." My legs painstakingly pulled me to the bathing pool. The March Warden did not move.
"Are you intending on watching me bathe?" He blinked once and walked away preoccupied. I shrugged it off and slipped my towel off. As I soaked in the cool water another girl walked over and got in. I glanced at her chestnut colored tresses and brown-gray eyes. "This is the military bathing pool."
She nodded kindly, "I understand that. I am in the correct place. My name is Reyna Lindele. What is your name?" A/N: You all can read up on Reyna in my Legomance: 'The Mystery of Love'!
I examined her tanned skin. 'Who allowed a human into Lothlorien?' "I am Princess Lirawen of Eardor."
Her soft expression saddened, "I am sorry about your people. They were valiant warriors."
My eyebrow rose inquisitively, "How did you know of their end? I have told no one but the Lady and March Warden."
Reyna shrugged nervously, "News gets around quickly."
Suspicion arose, "I didn't see any females during the last training session."
A grin crossed her bronzed face, "I am new to the Lothlorien army. I come from Gondor."
I sneered cockily, "So you 'are' a human."
Her eyes narrowed, "I am most certainly not! I am one half elf, and one half Wicca Fae."
I took a deep breath. My mother once told me of the Fae. She spoke of fair creatures that stuck to themselves more often then not. They were powerful beings that fought alongside the Elves of Mirkwood and Rivendell. She spoke of how they never aided us for we were too far from their lands. Mother told me of their power and their rude composure. This girl before me looked normal enough. Nothing about her seemed arrogant or proud. As she pulled her brown locks back I noticed her slightly pointed ears. I grinned, I had another female to converse with. "So what do you think of the March Warden?"
Reyna looked quizzically at me, "He is a sweet man." My mouth dropped. "He treats me fairly; hence, I see nothing wrong with him as of yet."
I sighed, "You must not know him well enough then." She laughed lightly. Her voice was light and melodious. "You sing." It wasn't a question, more of a thought spoken aloud.
She nodded, "I am called the Muse in Gondor. Aragorn gave me the name because I would never stop singing when we dragged his army throughout Gondor months ago to kill off an angry orc pack."
I raised my right eyebrow curiously, "You were in the same army as Lord Aragorn? Isildur's heir?"
She shrugged, "Yeah. Aragorn's a great guy but a little moody when you wake him before dawn." She climbed out of the pool and stubbed her toe on a rock, "Damn it!" I gasped.
"Why do you use such profanity?"
She snickered, "I am a true warrior, heart and soul; not one bit of me will ever be ladylike. I detest pathetic elven maidens who are nothing but a statue on display by their husbands." I nodded, she was not the female companion I had expected, and she was better.
I chuckled lightly, "As you wish. May your dreams be sweet."
She nodded kindly, "Vanya sulie Edhelwen (fair winds Lady elf)!" She slipped her towel over her and silently walked up the road. Her brown tresses had somehow dried already. I shook the thought from my head and slipped out of the bath.
I knocked on Haldir's door as I entered my flet, "The pool is free." Talking inside caught my attention. I heard Galadriel and Haldir talking quietly.
Lady Galadriel's astute voice resonated throughout the room. "Lord Haldir, I want you to make sure the Princess is at home." I smirked.
Haldir nodded, "Of course Lady. I am sure the Princess will like her stay in Lothlorien. How long will you be here Princess?" My brows furrowed.
I heard a familiar musical voice, "I am not sure. To be honest, until I am fighting ready to journey home."
Galadriel sighed, "Do you know where your home is?"
Reyna's hair brushed against her back as she shook her head. "No. I am unsure of any of my lineage. You told me my race but that is all I know." My eyes widened, 'Reyna is a princess? The vulgar woman is royalty? On top of that she is elven! What in Middle Earth encourages her to behave in such a way?'
Galadriel placed a hand on her shoulder. By now I was peeking through a window. "Glacia is past the Grey Havens. I will have Lord Celeborn show you on a map before your departure."
Reyna nodded, "Thank you ever so much!"
Haldir turned stiffly, "Reyna. You may have my bed tonight if you wish. I will sleep on the floor."
Reyna blushed, "I have slept on the floor many nights before March Warden."
He smiled, "Only one more reason for you to sleep in a bed. Come now." He picked Reyna up and dropped her down on his bed. Galadriel raised her eyebrow suspiciously.
Reyna laughed, "Haldir, you move so quickly!" He chuckled lightly and turned.
"I am going to bathe. I will be back shortly." A tinge of jealousy streaked through me as I snuck into my flet before Haldir exited his own. I gasped, 'Me jealous of her? Never! I would never be jealous of her, especially not over Haldir's affections!'
I rolled my eyes, 'That weak twit can have him!" I lay in my bed and sighed. The linens were soft and the down blanket was cooling. I lay on my stomach and fell into a much needed sleep.
~~~POV CHANGE-HALDIR OF LORIEN~~~
I glanced over at the sleeping Princess. She looked very striking, "Mae Govannen Tarien." She did not respond, she was asleep after all, and I lay down on the floor of my flet. Sleep came quickly and restfully.
~~~END~~~