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Sorry, I took so long! I honestly thought this wasn't good enough to continue. I've written a short chaper, just until I start the next part. ^_^
Duties were often repetitive, boring and seemed to drag the hours. Haldir and the elves under his command often were the most patient of the high elves, the most skilled with bow and the sharpest of eye. Indeed, the job of Marchwarden was an honor, and used as an example to young male elves as the correct way to grow up as
The job was not without some excitement. Orcs, goblins, and other foul creatures would often come close to the borders, and it was often enough for the elves to go after them, killing each one. And there were sometimes trespassers, allowing the Elves to protect the city of Caras Galadhon.
However, today's duties were as boring as they ever had been. Even more so, with Haldir's interests lying in the elven guests more than his job.
He did feel guilty about that, as guilty as he would allow himself whilst on the job. Instead of looking out to the border constantly, Haldir found himself glancing back, however pointless such an action would be.
His shift was over for a while, so Haldir climbed down to a platform, letting his mind drift. She was addicting. Her eyes, had haunted his dreams, and sent him into a restless sleep. In those dreams, only her eyes and hair were visible, the rest hidden under a clock of leaves and flowers. Always out of his reach, always just one step further than Haldir could walk. And how he ached, how the dream teased him. He had woken up, his covers thrown across the room and partly aroused.
But this was not love...how could it have been? He had been taught that love in the elvish world was to see the mate, and know them. There was no yes or no about it...No confusion, no rejection. It was pure, peaceful, and planned by the Valar. It was designed to be a love that would last all eternity, that being the elves's lifespan...if not slaughtered by war or the rare illness.
Haldir groaned and rubbed his temples. He couldn't deny that there were no desire in his mind and body for her.
It had seemed so simple for his brother, Rumil! A private talk, containing the confession by both Rumil and his desired love, the bond sealed by the lady of the woods, and marriage. Haldir suddenly begin to regret that they'd grown apart over the years. He didn't know how Rumil had felt during it. Did he also feel this before the confession? And if Haldir had remained close to Rumil, and turned to him for advice would this be easier?
And if it was the perfect example of elven love, why was there no tell tale signs in her eyes, the lady of his heart?
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Lights in pale blues, pinks and purples shimmered and lit the woods in a soft entrancing glow, as the feasts scent drifted through the trees. Light laughter mixed with music, the silver glow of the jugs filled with wines of different types flashed occasionally as they were passed around.
Haldir sat in his seat, avoiding looking in her direction. But, the temptation grew, as did his curiously. His eyes looked across the tables, to where she sat.
She was regal. Her head was high, but not in the air and above others, her eyes proud and full of life. The gown's red and yellow hues set off the golden strands of her hair perfectly, and set a glow in her skin...
She looked at him, and winked. Haldir's eyes widened and he looked down at his plate sharply, concentrating on his food more than necessary.
'Valar help me' Haldir muttered lowly. The night had only just begin...
Sorry, I took so long! I honestly thought this wasn't good enough to continue. I've written a short chaper, just until I start the next part. ^_^
Duties were often repetitive, boring and seemed to drag the hours. Haldir and the elves under his command often were the most patient of the high elves, the most skilled with bow and the sharpest of eye. Indeed, the job of Marchwarden was an honor, and used as an example to young male elves as the correct way to grow up as
The job was not without some excitement. Orcs, goblins, and other foul creatures would often come close to the borders, and it was often enough for the elves to go after them, killing each one. And there were sometimes trespassers, allowing the Elves to protect the city of Caras Galadhon.
However, today's duties were as boring as they ever had been. Even more so, with Haldir's interests lying in the elven guests more than his job.
He did feel guilty about that, as guilty as he would allow himself whilst on the job. Instead of looking out to the border constantly, Haldir found himself glancing back, however pointless such an action would be.
His shift was over for a while, so Haldir climbed down to a platform, letting his mind drift. She was addicting. Her eyes, had haunted his dreams, and sent him into a restless sleep. In those dreams, only her eyes and hair were visible, the rest hidden under a clock of leaves and flowers. Always out of his reach, always just one step further than Haldir could walk. And how he ached, how the dream teased him. He had woken up, his covers thrown across the room and partly aroused.
But this was not love...how could it have been? He had been taught that love in the elvish world was to see the mate, and know them. There was no yes or no about it...No confusion, no rejection. It was pure, peaceful, and planned by the Valar. It was designed to be a love that would last all eternity, that being the elves's lifespan...if not slaughtered by war or the rare illness.
Haldir groaned and rubbed his temples. He couldn't deny that there were no desire in his mind and body for her.
It had seemed so simple for his brother, Rumil! A private talk, containing the confession by both Rumil and his desired love, the bond sealed by the lady of the woods, and marriage. Haldir suddenly begin to regret that they'd grown apart over the years. He didn't know how Rumil had felt during it. Did he also feel this before the confession? And if Haldir had remained close to Rumil, and turned to him for advice would this be easier?
And if it was the perfect example of elven love, why was there no tell tale signs in her eyes, the lady of his heart?
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Lights in pale blues, pinks and purples shimmered and lit the woods in a soft entrancing glow, as the feasts scent drifted through the trees. Light laughter mixed with music, the silver glow of the jugs filled with wines of different types flashed occasionally as they were passed around.
Haldir sat in his seat, avoiding looking in her direction. But, the temptation grew, as did his curiously. His eyes looked across the tables, to where she sat.
She was regal. Her head was high, but not in the air and above others, her eyes proud and full of life. The gown's red and yellow hues set off the golden strands of her hair perfectly, and set a glow in her skin...
She looked at him, and winked. Haldir's eyes widened and he looked down at his plate sharply, concentrating on his food more than necessary.
'Valar help me' Haldir muttered lowly. The night had only just begin...