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 25 – The White Wizard
A few days had passed since the Fellowship had departed when Haldir was once again called to see the Lord and Lady. Lirimaer's heart grew heavy. She knew the time was here to seek out help from Elladan, Elrohir and Vuranor. She kissed Haldir and watched him leave. Then she quickly left her room and knocked on Vuranor's door. Vuranor opened the door and she stepped inside. "Please, you must help me," she pleaded.
They sat down and she told him everything Galadriel had said to her at her mirror. "And how am I supposed to help you?" he asked.
"You, Elladan and Elrohir must train me to fight. You must also help me to get to wherever he is going so I can be there to protect him."
Haldir had been wanting to meet with Galadriel and Celeborn. He no longer felt he could be the guardians' Captain, leaving Lirimaer alone and sad and himself in misery. He found them waiting for him on the same bench he sat with Galadriel a couple of weeks before, talking about Lirimaer. He bowed in greeting.
"I know what is on your mind, Haldir, but we need you do one more task for us as Captain of the Guardians. The fate of Men depends on it," said Galadriel.
"Master Elrond has sent out troops. They should be arriving in Lórien soon," said Celeborn. "We need you to lead the troops from Rivendell and troops from Lórien. Saruman the White is massing an army of Uruk-hai to destroy Mankind. There is war in Rohan, King Théoden needs help from the Elves."
"You do this for us and when you come back we will reassign you to something more favorable. We will make Orophin the Captain of the Guardians," Galadriel said. She placed a hand to Haldir's cheek. "I see how it pains you to be away from Lirimaer. Just one more time." She smiled at him.
They heard a cry ring out from the sky overhead. They looked up. A great eagle was circling, with an old man with long white hair in his back. "We must leave you now," said Celeborn, "for a long awaited friend has arrived." They turned and left, heading back to their apartments. Haldir watched the great bird continue its downward spiral, then landing on one of the Lord and Lady's telain. It was Gwaihir the Windlord. But who was the old man?
Lirimaer didn't cry when Haldir told her the news. She knew this was coming. "I will wait patiently for you, melamin," she said, kissing him. "Did they say what you would be doing upon your return?"
"Only that Orophin will become Captain of the Guardians, nothing on my new position. I may be gone for a long time, Lirimaer. Are you sure you will be all right?" She nodded, smiling at him. He couldn't believe how well she was taking the news.
"I must find Elladan and Elrohir," said Lirimaer. "I promised them that I would spend some time with them today."
"I'll come with you," Haldir said.
"No! I mean you probably have things to do of your own. I am always with you." She smiled at him, kissing him on the cheek. "I will come find you later, a'maelamin." She turned and was out the door.
Haldir stood there astonished. What was going on? Why was she acting so strangely? He decided to follow her.
Lirimaer quickly went to the stairs and was about to descend when she saw a brilliant light coming from the bridge joining the two trees together. There, on the other side, stood a man, dressed in white, with long white hair. She could not see his face, but he was standing before one of the Great Eagles. She moved closer. The eagle saw her move, looking in her direction. The old man turned, but she still couldn't make out his face because of the brilliant light that radiated from him. She saw that he carried a staff. Saruman! She started to back up in fear. How could this be?
"Why are you frightened, Lirimaer? Come here and greet an old friend."
How did he know her? Even though she was afraid, she found herself walking towards him. He picked up an old tattered gray cloak and wrapped it about him, the brilliance of the light diminishing. He turned and faced her once more.
"Gandalf! You live!" She ran to the wizard and embraced him, taking hold of his hand. She looked at him. His beard and hair were bright white; he had a gentle smile upon his face.
"Gandalf? Yes! That is what they used to call me. Gandalf the Gray. But now I am Gandalf the White. Meet a very dear friend of mine, Gwaihir the Windlord. He has saved my life once again," he said, smiling at the Eagle King.
Lirimaer nodded and admired Gwaihir. She had seen the great eagles flying overhead but never up close. He was truly a magnificent creature. The bird's sharp site caught movement from where Lirimaer had come from. It was Haldir.
"Ah, Haldir! So very good to see you again!" said Gandalf.
"Mithrandir! You live!" Haldir exclaimed. "But you fell in Moria."
"Ay, I did," said Gandalf. "Perhaps another time I can tell you about it, but now I must go to Fangorn Forest to meet with some old friends. War is brewing; my help is needed in Rohan. I will see you again soon. Gwaihir, once again I must ask for your help. To Fangorn Forest!" The old wizard climbed upon the eagle's back. The eagle let out an ear-piercing scream and took off, sailing high into the sky.
Lirimaer turned to Haldir. "Where are you off to?" She wrapped her arms around him, Haldir stiffened.
"No place important. I was thinking of going to the hot springs, unwind for a while. I will see you later." He pulled away from her and made his way down the stairs.
What was that about? wondered Lirimaer. She went down the stairs and down the path towards the practice field. Elladan and Elrohir were there, just as Vuranor promised. Elrohir handed her a sword. "Are you ready to become a warrior?" he teased.
"Do I have a choice?" said Lirimaer, seriously.
"Let's begin!" said Elladan.
What is she up to? pondered Haldir, hidden behind a tree.