Inturruptions chapter 07
"Concerning Dwarves"
A/N: I know- it took me long enough! So sorry. Well, good news- I am back now, for good this time, and I am going to continue writing the saga of Haldir and Élharma. Well, here it is!
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"Concerning Dwarves"
It was a beautiful afternoon in Lothlorien as Elharma, Lady Galadriel, Lord Celeborn, and Glorfindel made their way to the westernmost borders of Caras Galadhon. The sun was shinging, its warmth penetrating to the very bone and its pure light turning the heavy leaves of the mallorn trees into things of the purest gold. The air carried on it scents of the late autumn foliage; sun-ripened apples, dewberries, daffodils and the tantalizingly heady aroma of honeysuckle. Birds were bursting forth in a myriad of harmonious melodies, tickling the ear; and one could hear a spring gurgling its merry way down one of the hillsides.
A guard met them at the border patrol, "We have escorted them thus far as the Lady commanded." He reported with a stiff bow.
"Excellent. Have you made them comfortable while they waited?" The guard nodded and turned, leading the foursome to the small guardhouse a small distance away.
From inside, Elharma could hear the various sounds of the daily activity; although these sounds were underscored by the presence of deep, almost bellowing voices; a rare sound among the elves.
Not wanting to appear out of order, Elharma whispered almost imperceptibly to Lord Celeborn, "Westerneese. I told you."
The lord did not answer, but out of the corner of her eye she could see the side of his mouth twitch in suppressed humor. Glorfindel raised a quizzical eyebrow. Unfortunately, there were few in the elfin kingdoms that appreciated the challenge of a good argument. Appreciatively, Glorfindel and the Lord and Lady of the golden wood were some of those exsclusive few and it was rather refreshing for one's intelligence and knowledge to be challenged in such a way.
Suddenly, the door burst open and out strode three smallish, burly forms clad in sharply cut armor and adorned in long, thick, wiry beards and hair. Of course, upon seeing the Lady Galadriel, they all four dropped to their knees and were silent.
Elharma knew that Galadriel was examining their hearts with the power of her mind, and Elharma wondered why the Lady needed her at all.
"Speak your names." She commanded thoroughly.
This was spoken in elvish, and it took a minute of pointed glances from the others in their party for Elharma to respond to this sudden change in approach.
"Wh..What," She stuttered slightly, recovering her composure, "What are your names, the Lady of the Golden Wood: Galadriel wishes to know."
The dwarves started and stared at her, "Great is the day when the tongue of the dwarves is spoken from such fair lips as yours." One said softly. She had indeed spoken in Dwarvish, one of the languages that she was fluently aquainted with.
The leader, as was appearant by the ornate braids and weaves in his hair, spoke, "I am Thorin, second son of Durin, commander-in-chief for Durin himself. These are my traveling companions," Gesturing to each in his turn, "Knor son of Gmarth, and Malron son of Malfor."
Elharma translated this to the elves before turning back to Thorin, "I am Elharma, handmaiden to the Lady of the wood Galadriel," She indicated the lady," With us are the Lord Celeborn," He nodded, "And lord Glorfindel, chief advisor to the Lord Elrond of Rivendell. What brings you so far from your homestead, dear friends?"
"Alas, for our hunting party has all but been destroyed when we found that our precious home had been invaded by the wretched black spiders. Twelve of us set out four months ago to begin gathering game for the meat we will need this winter, and there are only three of us left. The wretched beasts have infiltrated our homesteads and we have come hither to request the help of the renound powers of the elves, yes, we have traveled land and water seeking the help of the Lady of the golden wood."
All three bowed again to their knees and fell silent.
"Come, friends, for you are weary. My handmaiden will see to your every need, all you have to do is ask and she will bring whatever you wish. Come, " Galadriel said softly, "and rest, for our borders are well- guarded."
Elharma translated and Malron spoke for the first time, his voice softer than that of his companion, "All we require is for one more look on your golden head and to hear the beauty of our native toungue spoken by such as the voice of an angel."
This brought forth a laugh, not directed at the dwarves but as a noise made in agreement to their assessment of the situation.
"Rise and rest. It is almost time for the evening meal and the council of Caras Galadhon shall hear your request in full this eve." Celeborn said as he stooped and kissed the foreheads of the dwarves.
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"Have you the jewel?" a hushed voice whispered.
"offfffff courssssse. Where isssss the girrrrrl?" Came the hissing reply.
"She is on her way. Patience." Murmured the first voice.
"Sssssshe had betterrrrr beeeee." Came forth
"The plan is still in effect. We cannot risk any hasty actions now." Was the answer.
There was a soft rustle and the darkly hooded figure was alone again. It raised its head to look mournfully on the soft glow of the full moon, "Manwe forgive me…"
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Haldir did not open his eyes. He knew who had just entered the water. It was one of those damned maidens that had unabashedly thrown herself at him ever since he was of age. Cockey, shallow, extremely stupid…
His thoughts were interrupted, "Haldir?" Came the voice dripping with seduction.
"Go away." He said stiffly.
"But…" She mourned
"Do not make me repeat myself." He hissed unforgivingly.
"As you wish." She replied, slipping back out of the water. Suddenly, her voice turned cold, "But remember, you are mine, even if you do not know it right now. You haven't seen the last of me!"
He was shocked by this declaration, and his eyes snapped open. This was a very bad idea. Very, very bad, since she was still standing there, flagrantly displaying her perfectly proportioned body. He immediately turned around, chastising himself for falling for her very shallow trap. He did not breathe again until he heard the cursing footsteps of her retreat.
God! This elf was uncommonly stubborn!
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Well? I know it is a little short, sorry! PLEASE REVIEW!
