Dream Warrior
Author: Heather Lynn
Email: ring_of_adament@yahoo.com
HET/ NC-17
Haldir/Lirimaer
Disclaimer: The characters, settings, places, and languages used in this work are the property of J R R Tolkien, the Tolkien Estate and Tolkien Enterprises. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended
Summary: This story begins in the year 3018 (S.R. 1418), the same time that Frodo, Sam, Merry and Pippin have begun their journey. They are now with Aragorn, having left Amon Sûl (Weathertop) after battling the ringwraiths. Arwen Evenstar has Frodo and is taking him to Rivendell. Lirimaer is an elf from Rivendell who journeys to Lothlórien to speak to Galadriel about the haunting nightmare she repeatedly has. Haldir comes across her along the way and he leads her to Lórien.
Notes: While writing this, I followed the Tolkien's books and the two movies and made up a few things as well. My timeline does not coincide with the books, only to try to keep things short! The numbers after a sentence means there is a definition at the end of the chapter. I hope the translations are correct, if not please email me so I can make any necessary repairs. I hope to add drawings soon, having just moved I will need some time. I hope you enjoy my first fan fic I've ever written, please let me know what you think! This fan fic was also part of the www.haldir-lives.org Fan Fic Challenge.
Chapter 2 - The Journey Begins
They traveled about ten leagues the first day. By midday the next day they would be at the pass to the headwaters of the Gladden. They set up a makeshift camp but would not have a fire that night. They did not want to draw outside attention. After watering and feeding the horses and feeding themselves with fruit, cheese and bread, Elrohir and Lirimaer laid down for some rest. Elladan would take the first watch.
In the night rain, swords clash sending off sparks. Arrows fly through the air. Cries of pain from the injured and dying everywhere. Many have fallen since the wall was blown apart. The orcs pour in like water overflowing a river's banks. There are so many of them and so few men and elves. "To the keep!" He feels the sword pierce his arm like a red-hot poker. How could this happen to him? Then, intense pain down his spine. He feels the life ebbing from his body, as he looks at all those lost and lying on the wall. Falling, falling, and then he is no more.
The dream again. It's always about the same elf warrior, but a little different each time. Sometimes it's like she's watching him, other times it's like she is him. This time she felt the wounds he received. She woke with a scream in her mouth, which she partially released. Elladan and Elrohir were at her side.
"Are you all right?" asked Elladan.
"Was it the dream again? Father told us briefly about it, about the mysterious elf warrior," said Elrohir.
"Yes. But this one was different. I actually felt his pain when he was killed," Lirimaer said as she rubbed her left arm and wiggled her shoulder blades. She still felt a little sore and lifted the sleeve on her tunic to look at her arm. There, just above her elbow, was an angry red mark, about four inches long. It can't be! I must have been lying on something like a twig or rock to cause the mark. Elrohir and Elladan stared at the mark with disbelief.
Elladan could see another mark on her neck going down under her shirt. "Let me see your back." He lifted up the back of her tunic and saw another red mark going up her back to the side of her neck. This one was about 18 inches long. As he looked he could see it fade until it was gone.
The pain faded away along with the marks. How can this be? Lirimaer never had a dream like this before. Why was this happening to her? She didn't know who this elf was. Why was she feeling his pain? And now his wounds were showing on her body. She was very confused. "Elladan, Elrohir, you both get some rest. I'll take the next watch." She would sleep no more this night.
They started to travel again at the first light of dawn. As predicted, they made it to the headwaters of the Gladden by midday. It was a hard trek for the horses going through the mountains. They stopped to rest the beasts and to take in a bite of lunch.
"Any pain today, Lirimaer?" asked Elrohir.
"No, it swiftly went with the marks last night."
"It seems to me that you have ties to this elf that you just don't know yet. I'm sure Galadriel will clear this up for you," said Elladan.
"Tell me about Galadriel. Have you met with her? Is she as beautiful as everyone says? I hear she can read your thoughts," said Lirimaer excitedly. She desperately wanted to get her thoughts off her dreams.
"She is exquisite. There are none more beautiful than her in Arda. I do not have the words to describe such beauty," reminisced Elladan.
"And what of the splendid mellyrn? Are they as magnificent as I have heard? And Caras Galadhon? Are their houses really in the tops of the mellyrn trees? And what about…"
"So many questions! If I try to answer everything now, we'll never be out of these mountains before dark. We must be going. The orcs come out of these mountains at night. It will not be safe after dusk," said Elladan. They packed up their horses and were off again.
Their journey finally started to go downhill. In a few hours they would be leaving the Misty Mountains behind. The brothers started to converse about the friends they would again see. "I can't wait to see Rúmil and Orophin again. It has been a long time," said Elrohir.
"Who are they?" asked Lirimaer.
"They are brothers who are guardians of Lórien. And what of Haldir? Do you not wish to see him also?" smirked Elladan. "You cannot still be mad at him after all these years!"
"I could care less if I see him again!" declared Elrohir.
"You are still mad at him!" laughed Elladan.
"Who is Haldir? Why are you mad at him?" asked Lirimaer.
"He is the Captain of the Guard of Lórien, brother to Rúmil and Orophin," answered Elladan. "Although you would not think so if you met him. Rúmil and Orophin are an interesting bunch while Haldir is…"
"Arrogant!" snapped Elrohir.
"The last time we were in Lórien, Haldir and Elrohir decided to have a contest on who was the best at sword play. Needless to say, Haldir got the better of Elrohir."
"Got the better of me! He stabbed me in the thigh! It was supposed to be for amusement, not a battle!" retorted Elrohir. "I bled like a stuck pig and was in the healing house for three days! If you know what is good, Lirimaer, you will avoid him and his pretentious ways. Nothing good will come from him."
I shall keep it in mind, thought Lirimaer.
A quiet seemed to come over them as they almost reached the mountain's base. They were being watched. Dusk had come.