Disclaimer: Middle earth and Lord of the Rings belong to the wonderful
professor Tolkien and I do not own any of it.
Authors Note: Well this is my first fanfic. I do hope you will enjoy my story and I welcome all of your comments and suggestions. This is important, however, for all of the readers to know: this story is written almost entirely in flashbacks with exception to the first two paragraphs in this chapter. Thank you all for reading my story.
The rain poured down, hammering on the walls of the Hornburg, splattering and leaping out of the drain. The ferocity of the rain matched the rage of those fighting. The thunder clapped and the lighting following it was an unearthly scream from another world. The storm illuminated all of the Rohan refuge and beyond, even to what seemed the ends of the earth. Elves and Men battled courageously against the forces of the dark lord. The tide was turned against them and the order had been given to pull back.
The blade came down burying itself deep in the elf's back. A burning sensation spread across his torso. The pain stuck him to the ground like a giant hand. His breath came out it wheezes, and it became harder for him to breath. Haldir fell to his knees feeling the wet ground underneath him. "Why?" He thought. He knew that his own end was close yet he did not accept the fact that it had come to him this way. Despite the pain, memories, memories from long ago came flooding back. It was as if a dam had been broken freeing the water from its cage to flow as it will. Memories, painful and delighting came back. Memories from when the world was still young, when the second age of the sun had only dawned...
Elves, the first born of the world, were in the spring of their years. Lorien, the great elven realm was at the peak of its time. A silver haired elf sat perched in a tree. Unmoving like a statue, yet alert as ever. His gaze was fixed in the distance. He did not know why he hid away in the trees, why he was there at that very moment. Perhaps it was because he sought solitude. The branches of the great trees surrounded him like a protective shield. Maybe it was the feeling of security it provided. There was no apparent reason why he kept running to the haven of the foliage. Yet one specific cause ate away at his mind. He was lonely. He thought maybe, if no other would listen to him, possibly the trees would. His brothers Rumil and Orophin supported him in everyway but they were his blood, it was sort of duty to them. Aside from them, he was taunted among the elves solely for the fact that he was not as swift as most of them were. He grew too quickly, often too quick for his body to keep up with. While walking, he would frequently stumble over his own feet, a root, or the slightest protuberances. For that reason, he would get jeered at. He tried to stay tough, to pretend that the words could not hurt him, but they did. In front of everyone he stayed brave, but once is the security of the mallorns, he would weep. Oh how he would cry, like little crystals of water splattering on the ground one after another. Now he stared straight ahead at nothing in particular. He wanted to be respected. He wanted the others to stop. Above all else, he wanted a friend, just one. "Haldir!" His concentration was broken and he peered over the branches to try and find the source of the sound. "Haldir!" the voice called again. It was his brother Rumil. He was obviously searching for him so he sighed and swung out of the tree to the ground. To where his brother beckoned him, to where he would once again be laughed at.
Authors Note: Well this is my first fanfic. I do hope you will enjoy my story and I welcome all of your comments and suggestions. This is important, however, for all of the readers to know: this story is written almost entirely in flashbacks with exception to the first two paragraphs in this chapter. Thank you all for reading my story.
The rain poured down, hammering on the walls of the Hornburg, splattering and leaping out of the drain. The ferocity of the rain matched the rage of those fighting. The thunder clapped and the lighting following it was an unearthly scream from another world. The storm illuminated all of the Rohan refuge and beyond, even to what seemed the ends of the earth. Elves and Men battled courageously against the forces of the dark lord. The tide was turned against them and the order had been given to pull back.
The blade came down burying itself deep in the elf's back. A burning sensation spread across his torso. The pain stuck him to the ground like a giant hand. His breath came out it wheezes, and it became harder for him to breath. Haldir fell to his knees feeling the wet ground underneath him. "Why?" He thought. He knew that his own end was close yet he did not accept the fact that it had come to him this way. Despite the pain, memories, memories from long ago came flooding back. It was as if a dam had been broken freeing the water from its cage to flow as it will. Memories, painful and delighting came back. Memories from when the world was still young, when the second age of the sun had only dawned...
Elves, the first born of the world, were in the spring of their years. Lorien, the great elven realm was at the peak of its time. A silver haired elf sat perched in a tree. Unmoving like a statue, yet alert as ever. His gaze was fixed in the distance. He did not know why he hid away in the trees, why he was there at that very moment. Perhaps it was because he sought solitude. The branches of the great trees surrounded him like a protective shield. Maybe it was the feeling of security it provided. There was no apparent reason why he kept running to the haven of the foliage. Yet one specific cause ate away at his mind. He was lonely. He thought maybe, if no other would listen to him, possibly the trees would. His brothers Rumil and Orophin supported him in everyway but they were his blood, it was sort of duty to them. Aside from them, he was taunted among the elves solely for the fact that he was not as swift as most of them were. He grew too quickly, often too quick for his body to keep up with. While walking, he would frequently stumble over his own feet, a root, or the slightest protuberances. For that reason, he would get jeered at. He tried to stay tough, to pretend that the words could not hurt him, but they did. In front of everyone he stayed brave, but once is the security of the mallorns, he would weep. Oh how he would cry, like little crystals of water splattering on the ground one after another. Now he stared straight ahead at nothing in particular. He wanted to be respected. He wanted the others to stop. Above all else, he wanted a friend, just one. "Haldir!" His concentration was broken and he peered over the branches to try and find the source of the sound. "Haldir!" the voice called again. It was his brother Rumil. He was obviously searching for him so he sighed and swung out of the tree to the ground. To where his brother beckoned him, to where he would once again be laughed at.