A/N: Hey! I just had to write this thing about Haldir 'cause, you know, he's an Elf and he's dead and that was really a big deal for me!! I hate seeing Elves die and when I saw all the dead Elves lying dead on the ground TTT, I was in complete pain!! It was just really ugly to see them down on the ground… okay? And so, in honor of our precious Haldir's (but not better than Legolas) spirit, I have written this fic for him.
Its short but I hope its good enough!
A huge bouquet (yes, bouquet) of Special Thanks to my beta-reader, AlittlePieceOfFluff who also inspired me into writing this by coming up with the title! Yes, this was not only my doing but also hers so a big Thank You to her!!
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The war had begun. The rain poured and pounded angrily against the stonewalls of Helm's Deep. Cries of death and victory rose up into the air mixing and blending with the clashing of swords and the songs of Elven bows. The blood of many stained the ground and the stench of the dead stung the air. The enemy pounded loudly against the soil like drums as the night wore on and the war continued. I could smell the panic and fear that lingered among the inexperienced Rohirrim, the young sons and the too old men. This was indeed a vain battle but still, in my heart, hope remained. I fought these foul creatures with the skills that I have honed for centuries, bow and blades. I did my best to ignore the heavy weight of my rain-soaked clothes armor, this battle's victory was to belong to us.
KABAM!!
The walls of Rohan's refuge have fallen, the enemy was in. I spotted Elessar with the Sword That Was Broken in his hands, Legolas with his Elven blades and the Dwarf with his mighty ax. The call of the retreat was sounded. "To the Keep!" Estel cried in the Elvish tongue. "Haldir! To the Keep!"
I nodded and tried to fight my way but so unexpectedly, a cold steel slid down my exposed back trailing behind an unbearable pain. The blood trickled. The blood spilled. I let my guard my down. It was at that moment I failed so many lives, my kin, the world of Men and all the other creatures of Middle-earth. My senses began to deceive me. The rain poured down my anguished face. I fell on my knees, shocked. Alas, this night was my last and this night, I would cease to live. This battle was the end of my immortality. Galadriel, I have failed you and I would die with the shame burning my fading heart mercilessly. This is my fate and I cannot fight it. Death. I could feel death coming to hold me in its embrace and bring into the Halls of Mandos. I could hear its voice singing to me, lulling me to sleep, and to sleep I went. An ethereal darkness showered upon me shutting out the war and all of its horrors. The pain was no more, the emotion of failure was gone and I… I have fallen.
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So? What d'ya think? Please review and tell me! I was doing this during History, I think. Ah, who cares… Push the little purple button there and do your magic!! Love ya!