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 9 - A Long Night
"What is going on here!" demanded Elrohir. Elladan tried to hold back a laugh. Elrohir scowled at him. "You find this amusing? Our father put Lirimaer in our care! I would have to say we were not doing a very good job!"
Lirimaer was still in Haldir's lap, caressing his face. He seized her hand. "Stop!" he muttered, loud enough for her to hear. The fire in his eyes had turned cold with anger. She felt humiliated. She didn't realize that the anger was not directed at her, but at Elrohir. Suddenly her hand connected with his face. He looked at Lirimaer, bewildered. There was pain written all over her face. She quickly tried to get out of his lap, tumbling to the ground as she did so. Haldir tried to help her up.
"Do not touch me ever again!" she shouted, throwing his blanket back at him. She stomped back to her blanket and sat down hard upon it. What had just happened? She felt woozy, everything spinning around. Her stomach was churning, threatening to empty its contents.
"Well, this has proven to be an exhilarating evening!" piped in Elladan. Haldir gave him an icy look. "Perhaps it's time for all of us to get some rest. I will take the first watch."
"I will take the first watch!" raged Haldir. I will get no rest this night!
Elrohir was still glaring at Haldir when Elladan grabbed his arm. "Enough, brother! He is in a foul mood. Don't brush him the wrong way! You do not want his fury tonight," Elladan said.
Lirimaer lay down on her side, her back towards the others. Tears were coming to her eyes and she didn't want the others to see. Especially Haldir. She felt like she had a great emptiness inside her. She could still taste him on her lips, the feel of his touch. She could smell his scent all over his clothes that she wore. She wanted desperately to remove his clothes and bathe, to remove him from her. How could he be so cruel? The tears came freely now and she grew weary, the Miruvor and the wound making her want to sleep. She regretted throwing the blanket at him, feeling a little chilled. Finally sleep took her.
Why did she hit me? He sat in the darkness, going over the evening's events in his mind. It was her that initiated what took place between them. He didn't want to get involved with her in the first place. He is the Captain of the Guard of Lórien! He didn't have room in his life for females! A noise caught his attention. He listened. Everything was quiet. There it was again. It was coming from Lirimaer. His elf eyes watched her in the dark. Was she shivering? Of course she was! She had thrown the blanket at him before she staggered away.
He stood up and walked over to her. He bent down and placed the blanket over her shivering body. He looked at her face. It looked pale and… wet? He brushed his fingers across her cheek. She had been crying. An overwhelming feeling came over him to pick her up and cradle her against him, but he could not. She never wanted him to touch her again. It was like getting slapped again when she said that.
He sat down next to her. He reached out and brushed a few loose strands of hair away from her face. She was so beautiful! He watched her chest rise and fall as he listened to her breathing. She whimpered softly in her sleep. It reminded him of the sound she made when he parted her mouth with his tongue, feeling the velvety softness within. The feel of her body pressed against his chest. Her sweet smell.
"Why did you let her go away angry with you?" asked Elladan, startling Haldir from his reverie.
"What are you talking about? She doesn't want me near her! You must have heard her. I'm sure that pleases your brother immensely," he added, glaring at the sleeping form of Elrohir.
"What he thinks does not matter. Can't you see she cares for you? If you can't see that, than you're a fool!"
Haldir's back straightened. "She was the one who pushed me away!"
"With the look you gave her, I don't blame her! You were lucky to escape with only a slap!" Elladan mused. "The look on your face could have frozen Orodruin!" 1
"I didn't give her a look." Then he thought, of course! She mistook the look he glared at Elrohir for one intended for her. No wonder she was so upset!
"I see you remember now!"
"I was looking at Elrohir, not her. No wonder she is upset with me." He took the flask out of his pocket and took a sip. Then he took a gulp. Maybe it would make him numb. "Since you're awake Elladan, it's your turn to keep watch. I'm going to rest." But rest never came.
1. Orodruin – Mt. Doom in Mordor