HA! A new chapter has arrived. *dances* Now hugs and sugar for the
wonderful reviewers! And some notes! Paperclip Princess: Sorry it took so
long to respond. Yes we called he Queen, but that title is backed up by
Tolkien. In the two towers, in the chapter "The Road to Isengard", she is
called Queen Galadriel. (Page 570 in the big combined book, the one with
pictures by Alan Lee, it's near the bottom.) PurrrrrpleCapt: Hiya Captain
Kitty! What color is the puppy and where are the cars?
~Phe-chan~
Haldir had canceled his engagement with Unoldiel. It was true that his father was not very pleased with him at the moment, but at least Haldir had something more hopeful to look forward to than the rest of his life spent entertaining an empty-headed female. When had he drawn the line? He supposed it must have been when she tried to convince him that Galadriel was the 'Lady in White,' rather than the 'Lady of Light,' ending her long, nonsensical speech with the words,
"Dear, dear, you're awfully stupid, but I suppose you'll learn in time."
He had thought himself, his dissolved betrothal contract, to be free at last of the constraints of courtship. Then SHE had come sweeping up the stairway to Galadriel's throne -- the saucy little redhead that had been traveling with Legolas. His pride smarted. Then he realized that she was hand in hand with a tall, firmly-built, handsome Elven-lord, and his insides writhed.
'I'm not jealous; I'm not,' he insisted to himself. 'I just got out of one feminine mess, and I won't get into another. Even if I wanted to, she's obviously spoken for - but I don't, and I'm not jealous!'
By this time, his face was as flushed as it had been when she'd slapped it, and Sarah and Gil-galad had already disappeared up the stair. Haldir tossed his white-gold hair and pretended to himself that he was glad that she had gone and that he wasn't being extremely childish - but it didn't really work. He decided to go and talk to her after he had been relieved of his post.
'She might even tell me her name this time - but I'm not jealous!'
Sarah was tired and therefore understandably irritable. Gil-galad was staying in a pavilion near the sentries' quarters, while Sarah had been given a talan in the lower branches of the Great Tree. Sarah was given every available comfort, yet still she could not sleep.
She pulled a silver shawl around the shoulders of her Elven nightdress and slipped out of her room and onto the glittering walkway between the trees. 'I love Lothlorien,' she thought blissfully; gazing around herself at Lorien's beauty, she didn't feel half so tired anymore.
"So you've returned," a voice said from behind her.
Glancing up, she saw Haldir watching her. Though her gown was opaque and quite modest, Sarah instinctively drew her shawl a little tighter.
"O, ah, yes, yes I have," she said.
"Were you successful?"
"Sort of," she answered evasively.
"Are you of a mind to condescend to tell me your name this time?"
"Sarah - my name's Sarah. Look, I'm sorry about what happened last time. I have no excuse; I'm just. sorry."
Haldir had expected anything but this.
"No, no, I, uh, I was rude," he managed awkwardly. "So, ahm, you've found someone, then?"
"Found. someone?" Sarah repeated blankly.
"You have, ah, an attachment to this Elven -lord with whom you have returned?"
Sarah's brain kicked into gear. Haldir must think that she and Gil- galad--! She had the elf-sentry now.
"O, you mean Ereinion," she smiled, feigning a blush. "He. he's really nice to me."
She fancied she saw Haldir grip the railing rather harder.
"And he's SO handsome - even my cousin Sivi thinks so, and she's never courted any one before," she continued happily.
Sarah was not one to put on dreamy airs, but as the situation called for it, she tried to remember all of Sivi's acting pointers and did the best she could.
"I see - and he's intelligent?" Haldir queried dryly.
"I wouldn't consider someone who wasn't," Sarah replied truthfully. "And you should see him in battle -"
As Haldir winced, an Elven runner came flying up the walk.
"Lady Sarah," cried he urgently, "Queen Galadriel would speak with you immediately; another of your party has returned, bearing a Ring of Power."
"Sarah raced off at once, and in spite of himself and in spite of all rules of etiquette and protocol, Haldir followed. As she ran, Sarah attempted to guess who might be waiting for her. If they were "bearing a Ring of Power," then it was probably Sivi, Legolas, or -
"Christina!" she shouted joyously. "Are you okay? Where are the others?"
Gil-galad came tearing up the staircase, laughing in relief.
"You've made it back! Now at least we know that those with Rings CAN get back," he exclaimed happily.
Sarah looked around at her friends: Galadriel was there, as well as Celeborn, Haldir, Gil-galad, Christina, and -
"Boromir?"
"I was promised an explanation when we'd arrived," the Gondorian said in a disgruntled fashion. "I've not gotten it yet."
"YOU want an explanation?" Sarah said wryly.
"I'll give everybody an explanation right now," Christina cried in exasperation, "if you'll just -"
"Lady Galadriel! My lady!" cried a dark-haired elf-maiden, running up behind Gil-galad and forcing her way through the group to Galadriel.
"Yes?" the Lady of Light said with a sigh of trepidation.
"My lady, your mirror is ringing."
"What, again?"
"Yes, Lady."
"Let us go, then - all of us," Galadriel sighed.
"So much for the explanation," Sarah muttered.
FEED THE MAGIC BUTTON!!!!!!
~Phe-chan~
Haldir had canceled his engagement with Unoldiel. It was true that his father was not very pleased with him at the moment, but at least Haldir had something more hopeful to look forward to than the rest of his life spent entertaining an empty-headed female. When had he drawn the line? He supposed it must have been when she tried to convince him that Galadriel was the 'Lady in White,' rather than the 'Lady of Light,' ending her long, nonsensical speech with the words,
"Dear, dear, you're awfully stupid, but I suppose you'll learn in time."
He had thought himself, his dissolved betrothal contract, to be free at last of the constraints of courtship. Then SHE had come sweeping up the stairway to Galadriel's throne -- the saucy little redhead that had been traveling with Legolas. His pride smarted. Then he realized that she was hand in hand with a tall, firmly-built, handsome Elven-lord, and his insides writhed.
'I'm not jealous; I'm not,' he insisted to himself. 'I just got out of one feminine mess, and I won't get into another. Even if I wanted to, she's obviously spoken for - but I don't, and I'm not jealous!'
By this time, his face was as flushed as it had been when she'd slapped it, and Sarah and Gil-galad had already disappeared up the stair. Haldir tossed his white-gold hair and pretended to himself that he was glad that she had gone and that he wasn't being extremely childish - but it didn't really work. He decided to go and talk to her after he had been relieved of his post.
'She might even tell me her name this time - but I'm not jealous!'
Sarah was tired and therefore understandably irritable. Gil-galad was staying in a pavilion near the sentries' quarters, while Sarah had been given a talan in the lower branches of the Great Tree. Sarah was given every available comfort, yet still she could not sleep.
She pulled a silver shawl around the shoulders of her Elven nightdress and slipped out of her room and onto the glittering walkway between the trees. 'I love Lothlorien,' she thought blissfully; gazing around herself at Lorien's beauty, she didn't feel half so tired anymore.
"So you've returned," a voice said from behind her.
Glancing up, she saw Haldir watching her. Though her gown was opaque and quite modest, Sarah instinctively drew her shawl a little tighter.
"O, ah, yes, yes I have," she said.
"Were you successful?"
"Sort of," she answered evasively.
"Are you of a mind to condescend to tell me your name this time?"
"Sarah - my name's Sarah. Look, I'm sorry about what happened last time. I have no excuse; I'm just. sorry."
Haldir had expected anything but this.
"No, no, I, uh, I was rude," he managed awkwardly. "So, ahm, you've found someone, then?"
"Found. someone?" Sarah repeated blankly.
"You have, ah, an attachment to this Elven -lord with whom you have returned?"
Sarah's brain kicked into gear. Haldir must think that she and Gil- galad--! She had the elf-sentry now.
"O, you mean Ereinion," she smiled, feigning a blush. "He. he's really nice to me."
She fancied she saw Haldir grip the railing rather harder.
"And he's SO handsome - even my cousin Sivi thinks so, and she's never courted any one before," she continued happily.
Sarah was not one to put on dreamy airs, but as the situation called for it, she tried to remember all of Sivi's acting pointers and did the best she could.
"I see - and he's intelligent?" Haldir queried dryly.
"I wouldn't consider someone who wasn't," Sarah replied truthfully. "And you should see him in battle -"
As Haldir winced, an Elven runner came flying up the walk.
"Lady Sarah," cried he urgently, "Queen Galadriel would speak with you immediately; another of your party has returned, bearing a Ring of Power."
"Sarah raced off at once, and in spite of himself and in spite of all rules of etiquette and protocol, Haldir followed. As she ran, Sarah attempted to guess who might be waiting for her. If they were "bearing a Ring of Power," then it was probably Sivi, Legolas, or -
"Christina!" she shouted joyously. "Are you okay? Where are the others?"
Gil-galad came tearing up the staircase, laughing in relief.
"You've made it back! Now at least we know that those with Rings CAN get back," he exclaimed happily.
Sarah looked around at her friends: Galadriel was there, as well as Celeborn, Haldir, Gil-galad, Christina, and -
"Boromir?"
"I was promised an explanation when we'd arrived," the Gondorian said in a disgruntled fashion. "I've not gotten it yet."
"YOU want an explanation?" Sarah said wryly.
"I'll give everybody an explanation right now," Christina cried in exasperation, "if you'll just -"
"Lady Galadriel! My lady!" cried a dark-haired elf-maiden, running up behind Gil-galad and forcing her way through the group to Galadriel.
"Yes?" the Lady of Light said with a sigh of trepidation.
"My lady, your mirror is ringing."
"What, again?"
"Yes, Lady."
"Let us go, then - all of us," Galadriel sighed.
"So much for the explanation," Sarah muttered.
FEED THE MAGIC BUTTON!!!!!!