Thank you all for your responses,. I hope you find this chapter a bit more
exciting.. you will find Tári is changing a lot here. is she perhaps
finding her true self drawn out by the March Warden? A few plot twists
coming up in future chapters and I am warning you ahead that I will be
sliding away from Tolkien's storylines a bit.. But I think you will find
the twists intriguing. stay tuned. feedback is most welcome.. it's what
keeps me inspired. Thank you!!!
Fianna
Chapter Eight: Reckoning
Tári crouched behind the large mellyrn tree, and scanned the trees overhead. She closed her eyes, focusing on her surroundings. Where were they? The wardens? She must avoid them at all cost. Tathar and Keliar had left hours ago. But they rode horses, leaving her a trail to follow. She did not know if she could have followed them otherwise. The forest had no discernable paths to follow to the border. The forest seemed to enclose her, watching her, waiting for something.
So far she'd avoided the Lórien elves. She grinned, touching the gray tunic. She would have to thank Haldir for the loan. She gripped her bow, and had an arrow nocked loosely. She would do what ever she had to. She would follow her father.
Rúmil stiffened, his senses alert, aware that something was not right. He leaned out over the branch he was using as a support, scanning the forest below him. Shadows from the setting sun flickered slightly from the branches as they swayed in the breeze. He frowned, and signaled to another warden. He climbed down quickly, the uneasiness settling in his stomach. Whatever was coming, it was not going to be good.
Corinth and Volinder joined Rúmil at the base of the tree, scanning the forest as well.
"I feel it, but I do not see anything. Something disturbs the air," Volinder growled. He cocked his head listening.
Rúmil nodded, using more than eyesight to focus. Whatever or whomever it was, moved like an elf. They had stopped, and were waiting, Rúmil was sure. He looked at Corinth, his eyes flickering to the forest, and then up. He must find Haldir. Corinth nodded, and spun, running on silent feet into the depths of the forest.
Volinder pulled an arrow from his quiver, his eyes still scanning the surrounding trees. He glanced at Rúmil. "Do we call for assistance?"
Rúmil frowned. He trusted his instincts. He nodded, emitting a soft whistle, a trilling birdlike sound, that echoed in the forest stillness. Moments later several more elves dropped quickly from the trees, pulling bows out in readiness.
Rúmil raised his hand. The wardens had come from all directions except one. He turned and began to stride quickly in that direction.
Tári gritted her teeth. She had thought perhaps she'd avoided the elves. When they began dropping out of the trees, she'd thought for sure she'd been seen. But only when she saw Rúmil look in each direction that they had arrived and then turn toward her, did she know he was still guessing. She had done well so far, but now she had no place to turn. It was time to make a stand. If Rúmil gained advantage she would be back in Caras Galadhon with a guard for a door.
She rose quickly, and stepped out from behind the tree. Immediately five arrows pointed in her direction, but her bow was already pointed straight at Rúmil. She looked at him apologetically, but her eyes were hard with determination.
Rúmil stopped, his chin rising irritably. "You cannot leave, Tári. Haldir has given the order."
Tári frowned. "You can take his orders to Mount Doom. I am leaving, Rúmil. I can do this simply or not."
Rúmil shouldered his bow, his eyes glinting in annoyance. "You have nowhere to go. Do not force the issue."
Tári laughed scornfully. "It is you who force the issue. It is a simple matter to move aside. I don't want to hurt you." She stiffened, sensing a new presence behind her. "Don't take another step Haldir, or I will shoot."
Haldir frowned. She stood only a few meters away, but her back was straight, and he could read the tension in her body as she held the bow drawn on Rúmil. "You are surrounded, Tári. More than thirty wardens lie between you and the border, you have nowhere to go."
Tári smiled mockingly. "No? So be it, but you shall lose a few of your trusty wardens then, including your brother. Do you care to have that on your head?" She felt a chill run up her spine. "I said not to move, Haldir!" She scowled and gripped the bow tighter, aimed still at Rumil and loosened her fingers that held the string drawn back tightly. She heard him sigh. He was so close.
"Tári, you do not want to do this. I cannot let you leave. I have given my word."
Tári pulled the string back further, the wood groaning in displeasure at the tension. "So your word is more important than your brother, or your wardens? Remember, my bow shoots faster than yours. How many will you lose to your word?"
Haldir gritted his teeth, annoyed she was so calm. His eyes met Rúmil's. He would have to move fast to avoid the arrow aimed at his heart. Could Rúmil do it? And he would have to disarm her. Not only her bow, but the blessed knives as well. He grimaced. And not hurt her in the process. The only other choice was to shoot. It was not an acceptable choice. He signaled the elves who hovered above them, and saw Tári flinch.
"What are you doing, Haldir? I can feel them moving. All I want to do is follow my father. You have no right to keep me here, I am Laiquendi. I will go home."
Haldir moved slightly forward, she was almost within his reach if he took another step. He saw her stiffen, but she did not shoot. He must keep her talking, it was her only distraction. He admired her concentration. "It is by your father's request that we keep you here, Tári." He saw the tiny tremor in her hands, seeing she was getting tired.
Tári gritted her teeth. Her arms were starting to burn from the force of holding her bow drawn. But she'd face a thousand orcs before she would back down. She fought the tremor in her hands. Her father had requested it? She would have words with him on that. She was tired of standing aside, letting things pass. She turned her head a fraction. She could see Haldir just at the edge of her vision, how did he get that much closer! She flexed her fingers, about to turn back toward Rúmil when she felt Haldir's tension, the coiling of his movement. She released the arrow, Haldir leaped for her, and Rumil spun away all in the space of a second.
Rúmil gasped as the arrow plunged into his arm, instead of his heart. Haldir tried to wrap his arms around Tári, but she crouched underneath them, pulling the knives from their sheaths at her wrists. She leaped toward Haldir, her anger and frustration clouding her mind, and swung, both hands holding her long elvish blades.
Haldir leaped back, avoiding the knives. He spun, a booted foot knocking Tári's feet from out beneath her, but the Laiquendi had guessed his intentions and rolled quickly to her feet. She crouched for a mere moment, and lunged again toward him. He frowned, sliding to the side, and reached out, grabbing the wrist closest to him. She whirled, twisting violently to free herself, but he only gripped the wrist tighter. He knew he was hurting her, but she only scowled, refusing to release the blade. He gripped the other wrist, catching it in mid-swing.
"Yield, Tári. You are disarmed, I have only to say the word and the wardens will shoot. I do not want to hurt you."
"You don't understand!" Tári cried, struggling to break free of his grip, the pain shooting up her arms from his hold making her body tremble. "He is leaving to die! I cannot let him go!"
Haldir tightened his grip further, and she winced. She was so stubborn. He flexed his wrist, twisting one arm and she shuddered, finally dropping the knife. She could not fight him. He was stronger. He squeezed hard on the other wrist, and she moaned, opening the hand, and the knife fell to the ground. He kicked them toward Rúmil, but did not release her wrists, only loosened his grip. She twisted, kicking at him. He pulled her toward him, her eyes widening in fury when he gripped her around the waist, lifting her off the ground.
"Put me down. You are wrong, wrong." Tári struggled in his arms, and he spun her around, pulling her back against his chest, trapping her hands in front of her. He looked at Rúmil who stood with another of his wardens. The arrow had penetrated the elf's arm completely and was lodged firmly in place. Rúmil grimaced as the warden withdrew it rapidly from his arm. Haldir set Tári on her feet.
Tári stepped back, breathing heavily. Fury, frustration, fear. All these emotions swept through her when she looked into the glittering eyes of the gray elf before her. What would he do now? She had wounded Rúmil, tried to wound Haldir again. Was he furious? She lifted her chin. She was not going to back down. Her father needed her.
"He doesn't want you to follow Tári. You would only create more hardship." Haldir frowned, but he watched her warily. She did not answer but glared at him instead. He looked at Rúmil. His brother met his gaze as the other elf bandaged his arm, glancing gravely at Tári with a frown.
Haldir was in quandary. He could not punish her, she was not a warden. Galadriel would have to determine her fate. He clamped down on the fury. Rúmil would be dead if she had meant to kill him, he had seen her shoot. She did not miss, no matter how quick his brother was. It was all that saved her from the full force of his wrath.
He reached out, clamping his hand on her arm. "Come with me." He pulled her closer to him when she scowled. "You will not argue, or fight me, Tári. You have dishonored yourself, and violated the courtesy of the Lady of Light. She will decide your fate this day. Be thankful it will be her decision and not mine.
Tári stumbled behind Haldir as he pulled her through the forest. He did not speak, only walked at a very fast pace, almost dragging her along behind him by the arm. Her anger had receded, leaving her ashamed at what she had done. True, she had adjusted her aim at the last second, only wounding Rúmil. But again she had drawn her knives on Haldir. Her actions were as he had said, unacceptable. What would Galadriel do? What would Haldir have done, had he the option? She shuddered at the thought.
His grip was not gentle as he pulled her along. Still ridden with confusion and sadness, she struggled to think. Where was he taking her? What was he planning? She needed to form a plan of her own; she could not give up this easily. When he paused at last, he glanced up into the canopy above, then turned to her.
"This flet has no ladder," he said brusquely. "You will have to climb."
He gave her no choice, but pushed her up into the tree, forcing her to climb the large branches while he followed behind. She pulled herself up through the hole in the center of the platform, and waited for him to climb up as well.
He stood before her, his gaze dark with displeasure. "Today you have pushed the limits of my patience. You deserve to be severely punished for what you have done." His expression was cold, arrogant, and commanding. This was the March Warden.
Guilt flooded her. But she was stubborn as well. She would not admit that her actions had been foolish and irresponsible. Ignoring him, she spun around and walked to the edge of the platform. "You would have done the same," she said with defiance.
"Nay." His voice was gruff, angry. "I would not have done what you did, Tári."
Tári felt him move toward her, felt his angry presence behind her. She would not turn to face him. She couldn't look into those eyes, knowing they held such anger toward her. She tried to push away the guilt, but it was there. An ache in her chest. She turned reluctantly when he gripped her arm.
"Do you feel no remorse?" His stormy grey eyes searched hers.
"Remorse? Of course I feel remorse. I did not want to hurt Rúmil or you. But you gave me no options, Haldir."
Haldir released her, removing his hand. "No options? What options did I have, Tári? I gave my word to your father that I would keep you safe, here in Lothlórien. Would you have me go back on my word, my honor?"
Tári frowned. She knew what he meant. Just as she knew she had dishonored herself and her father by her attempt. Had Tathar not asked her not to follow? But how could he ask that? What about loyalty?
"What about loyalty, Haldir? Would you stay behind, knowing that your Lady was rushing into a death you might be able to prevent?"
Haldir shook his head. "It would be her decision. Who am I to countermand her orders? I serve her. I do not presume to know what she sees, or feels or wants, Tári. No matter the distress it may cause me."
"It's not right, Haldir. Their visions do not always come out the way they think they will!" She pushed against his chest and he gripped her wrists. "Do you only follow your orders to the letter? Don't you ever countermand them?"
Haldir slid his hands further down her arms, noting the flash of pain when he had squeezed her wrist. "Countermand orders? What kind of leader would I be, Tári? I expect my orders to be followed as I instruct them. If I countermand my lord or ladies' order, how can I expect my wardens to follow mine? You know this to be true, you are letting your anger cloud your mind."
Tári closed her eyes, refusing to agree to the logic, knowing full well he was right. But she couldn't stop, she had to try once more. Gathering her courage, Tári reached up and ran a finger down Haldir's cheek, feeling the tension in his jaw. He had wanted her, kissed her. Did he have feelings for her still? His narrowed eyes hid whatever he was thinking. He only stood very still, watching her.
She placed her hands on him, feeling the solid muscles beneath his tunic, her fingers splayed against the warm hard wall of his chest. By the Valar, she would do this! She would use what she had to make him do as she wished. As this thought went through her head, she looked up into his eyes, and knew fear of a different sort.
He smiled. Smiled in a way that send tremors of both fear and desire bolting straight down to her toes. He reached out again, his fingers clamping on her arms, but not in the manner of a lover. Still, she forced herself to smile back.
"I would do whatever you ask, Haldir. Please you in any manner. But you must let me go to my father." Her heart hammering, she lifted a hand to touch his face again, but he caught hold of her wrist again and it hurt badly enough to make her wince. He frowned and looked at her wrist, noting the bruises that had already formed there from their previous struggle.
Dismayed, she tried to pull away, but he only gripped the wrist tighter, careful not to touch the bruises. Still frowning, he lifted her wrist and caressed the skin with his lips. Feeling the warm tingle run down her arm, Tári's eyes widened. She pulled away, knowing the bruises would be gone. Her body knew it.
But he was not through with her.
"So you offer yourself to me, Tári. You seek to make me do as you want with feminine tricks. Such a plan does not become you." He stepped closer to her and gripped her arms once more, pulling her roughly against him. "How well do you think you know me, to dare make this proposal? What do you offer me? Anything I want? Are you so sure you are ready to give what I would take?" His expression chilled her.
Without warning, he pushed her backwards and she stumbled, falling onto the flet's floor. She looked up in alarm, and saw the simmering anger beneath the ice. What had she done?
Haldir crouched down next to her, and Tári leaned back, afraid to look him in the eye. He only laughed softly, angrily, and reached out to grasp her chin. "Perhaps I will take you up on your offer."
Tári could not move, could not pull her gaze away from the gray eyes that drilled into her. He was moving closer, closer, and she leaned away, tried to twist away from him, but only fell back onto the floor. Before she could recover, he had placed his arms on either side of her, caging her with his body. Their eyes linked. He was big and powerful, and made her feel small. She could do nothing, not even think coherently! She had been a fool to offer herself to him. Yes, she wanted him, but not this way! And she didn't want to spoil the memory of that other kiss.
She stared into eyes that smoldered before her. Had she pushed him too far? He was so close, his body only inches from hers, staring at her, waiting. "I can't." She pulled her gaze from his. He leaned closer, his lips brushing hers. She could feel his anger still, in the feel of his lips. "I don't want it to be this way between us." She closed her eyes, fighting back the swell of tears. She would not be weak now, by the Valar, she would not!
Haldir settled beside her, leaning on one arm. He gripped her chin firmly, forcing her to look at him, but her eyes remained closed tightly. "How would you have it between us then? Again you seek to have me go against all I believe in, Tári. I cannot." He frowned and leaned closer. She would not open her eyes. Was there moisture there? "I know you are in distress, but you must trust your father, Tári. He has survived long years, perhaps he wearies of his existence here."
Tári tried to sit up, but he pushed her back. "I do not believe that." The anger was back. "You do not understand."
Haldir scowled. "Why do you think I do not understand?" he asked curtly. "I know you only wish to protect your father, to change what he perceives to be his future. But are you so sure that if you go you will prevent his death? Perhaps if you went to aid him, the distraction of you being there would cause exactly what you fear the most."
Haldir stood, knowing his words would eventually sink in. He walked to the edge of the flet. She was an enigma to him. Such a volatile bundle of emotions, so strong for such a tiny elf. He stiffened when he felt her rise and cross to stand behind him.
"What would you have me do, Haldir? I am at your mercy."
Haldir turned to her, staring at the tiny maiden in front of him. Her anger was gone, or at least hidden from him. She stared at him, perhaps a touch nervously, but stood stoically, waiting for his answer.
"I would have you do nothing, for I am not the one to make that decision." He turned back to the forest.
"I suppose I have destroyed any feelings you had for me. I shall not forgive myself for that."
Haldir turned slowly, his eyes no longer angry. He could not deny she frustrated him, but destroyed his feelings? He stared down at her. "Nay, Tári. You have not destroyed my caring for you." He turned back to the forest, unwilling to speak further.
"But how much do you care, Haldir?"
He sighed. "This is not a good time to discuss this."
Tári scowled. "Not a good time? Why not? We are alone. I face retribution tomorrow for my actions. Perhaps I will be exiled from Lórien altogether? Maybe she will throw me into the darkest dungeon she can find! Maybe."
Haldir had turned and gripped her arms, gently this time. "We have no dungeons, Tári." He laughed at her melodramatics. "And she will not exile you, that would countermand your father's wishes. After that, I cannot say."
Tári gripped the front of Haldir's tunic, twisting the grey folds into her hands, feeling the muscles tense beneath her fingers. "I need to know how much you care, Haldir. Was I just an amusement for you?"
Haldir slid his hands up along the sides of her face, feeling the tremor that ran through her. "Nay, Tári. You are not a passing amusement." He looked into her eyes. "But now is not a good time for this."
Tári stepped back and he turned back to the forest. She was getting tired of sharing his gaze with the forest. Did it have his answers? She folded her arms across her chest, then smiled slowly.
"Well fine then. We won't discuss it. But I am cold, and the floor is hard. Is this part of my punishment?"
Haldir smiled, and strode to a box set into the side of the flet. Opening it, he drew several furs out, and brought them over to drape them over Tári. "I would not wish you to be cold, or uncomfortable, my lady."
Tári hid her grin. "And where do you rest, then?
Haldir had walked to the edge of the flet, and had stood staring at the forest once more. He turned to look at her. "I need no rest."
'Do you fear we will be attacked that you must stand guard? Have you sent all your wardens away?" she asked craftily.
Haldir gave her the answer she wanted. "No, we are not in danger. I have sent my wardens on to other duties." So they were alone. Tári smiled.
She pulled the furs off her, laying them on the floor of the flet. She crawled on top, and reached down to pull off her boots, watching Haldir carefully. He did not turn around. She studied him for a moment, and noted the increased tension in his back. She could feel it.
She unhooked the tunic from her shoulder and drew it quickly over her head. She heard him sigh. Better. She assessed him again. The tension was definitely there. Her lips curved in a sultry smile had he turned to see it. She sighed loudly. And rolled around, as if uncomfortable.
"Actually, now that I think about it, I am quite warm. You don't mind if I take off some layers, do you? I am not used to your wool tunics."
Haldir stared up into the canopy, his long pale hair hanging nearly to his waist. The slight breeze fluttered the edge of his cloak. "You may do as you wish," he answered a bit gruffly.
Tári smiled, untying the laces of her leggings. She wriggled out of the confining material with a loud sigh. "It feels nice to have the breeze blow on bare skin, you know." She saw Haldir reach up to rub the back of his neck. She grinned, sensing his unspoken discomfort.
How far did she dare take this, or had she gone too far already? She knew what she wanted. Would he take the bait? Or continue to be stoic and ignore her?
He turned around when she was raising the hem of her undertunic. His face was composed, but his eyes were gleaming with more than just amusement. He smiled, his gaze steady, one dark brow arched. Did she dare? came the silent inquiry.
Tári reached down and pulled up the tunic, but gasped when she felt his hands on her waist. The tunic slid over her head and she stared into eyes that no longer regarded her with amusement.
"You play with fire, Tári," he murmured softly. "Are you not afraid to be burned?"
In answer, she slid her arms around his neck, pulling him down against her, sighing as his lips covered hers once more in a hard passionate kiss that left her breathless. He was pushing her down, down onto the furs, the fabric of his wool tunic soft against her bare flesh.
"Your fire will not burn me," she whispered. "You must not fear you will hurt me, Haldir. This would not be my first time." She saw the flame of excitement leap into his eyes. His hand settled on the bare flesh of her stomach, then slid around to her hip as his mouth came down to cover hers once more.
When next he paused to breathe, his expression told her how affected he was by their kiss. "Are you certain this is what you want?" he asked, his voice quiet. "Once we start, it is very difficult for me to stop."
"I know what I want. Do you?"
Her hand went boldly to his tunic, tugging it upward, and he smiled slightly and sat up. He removed both layers of tunic, then lay back down beside her again, still wearing his leggings.
"You think I will change my mind," Tári whispered. "Haldir, I will not." She pressed her body against him, enjoying the feel of her body against the warmth of his chest. "I will admit to you that I am not very experienced in this. But I think we will manage. Perhaps you have more experience than I."
She saw him smile at her words. "Perhaps," he agreed, and did not elaborate.
He leaned over her, tracing lines across her chest with his fingers. "This is not what I intended."
Tári closed her eyes, his fingers sending electric tingles where they touched her skin. He was still fighting her. She reached out, sliding her hands into his hair, forcing him closer.
"I wish to make retribution for my actions, Haldir. Will you deny me?"
He pulled her fingers from his hair, gripping them tightly, a scowl crossing his features. "I do not want your apology in that way, Tári."
Tári frowned as well. "That is not how I meant it. I want you, Haldir. You incite feelings that I have never felt before. What more must I do?"
Haldir grinned, leaning over her, his arms on either side of her head as he settled his weight on her gently. He bent over kissing her mouth, lightly, not giving her time to respond. "You need to do nothing more, Tári. Can you not feel what already you have done?"
His low laugh sent shivers down her spine. She could indeed feel his desire, the hard muscles of his body entwined with her own softness. She traced a line slowly down his chest, seeing the muscles flex slightly at her touch.
His lips were tracing the curve of her jaw, his tongue touching the sensitive spot along the back of her ear, tracing the delicate point. Heat washed through her, followed by the prickle of goose bumps. She ran her hands along his back, feeling the strength of him, the hardness of muscles shaped by years of swordplay. She ran her hands along the muscles of his arms where they held her, pinned securely beneath him. She felt the brush of his hair as it slid over her, his movements, his kisses drawing the soft tendrils over her skin.
He shifted, his lips caressing the curve of her neck, under her chin, causing her to moan softly. His hands gripped her chin, his lips demanding a response from her own. She could feel his excitement mounting, but felt also his control.
His hands caresses her, teasing, touching, and she sighed at the warmth of his skin, the softness of his touch. He followed his hands with his lips, and tongue, and Tári slid her hands back into his hair. How long would he tease her? Her body ached for more than just his kisses. She did not want to wait. She tugged on his hair and he smiled, leaning over her to quirk one of those dark eyebrows. She had to close her eyes for a minute. She must be dreaming.
"You are becoming impatient," he whispered, nuzzling her neck again, feeling her tug at the ties of his leggings. He grabbed her hand, pulling it back, trapping it against the side of her head. "Why rush, dearest Tári? We have all night."
Tári sighed. "I don't want to wait all night." She pulled the lacing from his leggings with her free hand, and tossed it aside to his look of consternation. He leaned against her, and she could feel the strength of him.
"That may be a problem later, mouse." He said as he searched to see where the lacing had landed.
Tári grinned, his use of her nickname surprised her. From him it sounded quaint, protective. His lips were brushing her ears again, and she shivered as his tongue swept over the point, sending those shockwaves of heat racing down to her toes. She slid her fingers along the fabric of his leggings, but he trapped her fingers again. His voice was muffled as he kissed her hair.
"I think you are too bold, I shall have to take you to task." He smiled rolling over to discard the leggings quickly. He gripped her waist, and rolled, pulling her on top of him.
She leaned on her hands, resting them on his chest. His breathing was becoming erratic, his eyes closing when she ground her hips against him. His hands tightened on her waist, drawing her to sit above him. He opened his eyes and Tári stared at him. She smiled, bending over to brush her lips against his, barely making contact. She slid over him, kissing the areas he had kissed, feeling him tense under her lips. She trailed kisses over his chest and down his side.
He groaned when she reached his hips, pulling her back up roughly to kiss her, rolling her onto her back, stretching out over her. She didn't know it could be like this, the blinding passion, the aching drive to fuse her body with his. She felt his tension, knew he was holding on to some control. She wanted it all. Let go, she whispered. He kissed her, demanding control, forcing her lips apart, tasting her, taunting her. She gasped, hearing his groan, and found herself soaring, soaring over the edge of bliss as he drove into her, shuddering as his own release pushed him over the edge as well.
Tári stared out into the tree tops, lying on her side, feeling Haldir's hard length pressed against her back. He was slowly sifting her hair through his fingers. Had she compromised him? What was he going to do now? He had to take her back, and she must go willingly. She berated herself for allowing her anger to control her actions. How would Keliar have reacted? He would have been furious. She could hear him remonstrating her already. She felt Haldir stiffen, and he rolled over, sitting up. He rose, pulling on his leggings, looking for the missing lacing.
"Looking for this?" She held up the black tie, dangling it from her fingers as she rolled onto her back, pulling the furs up over her chest. He frowned, and knelt down to grasp the tie, but she held it away. "You must do what you have to, Haldir. I understand that."
He nodded, taking the tie, and turned away. She watched him, his back, wondering at the thoughts that must be running through his head. She reached for her tunic, and leggings, putting them on quickly. He turned around.
"You must get dressed." His brows rose in amusement when she stood, pulling the outer tunic over her head.
"I am."
Haldir lips curved slightly, but then the amusement was hidden quickly. He waved toward the hole, following her down the tree, landing lightly on the ground below. Rúmil was waiting.
"You have had word?" Rúmil asked, searching Haldir's eyes.
"Aye."
Tári looked at Haldir, surprised, but did not show it. When had she contacted him? Tári turned to Rúmil. "Rúmil, I cannot put into words the apology I must make to you." Tári bowed her head, struggling to find the right words. She cared for these elves, they had shown them nothing but kindness. And she had repaid them with pain. She flinched when he touched her arm.
"You are forgiven, Tári. You aim is true. I realize you chose only to wound me. We pushed you, and you pushed back."
She stared at the elf, his blue eyes somber. She nodded, and turned to Haldir. It was time for reckoning.
She dreaded the sight of the city, the ball of fear in her stomach growing the closer they approached the city. The journey had been silent. No conversation, no sound of footsteps, only eerie, brooding silence the whole day's journey. A whole day that her father traveled further away from her. She shook her head mentally. She could not think of that.
Haldir paused when they entered the gate, speaking softly with one of his wardens. The elf bowed quickly, saluting with his hand over his heart. Did she see a reproving glance from the elf before he turned away? Had word spread already?
Haldir led them swiftly up into the city, his long strides devouring the stairs too quickly for Tári's comfort. She curled her hands into fists, feeling bereft without the weight of her knives at her wrists. What would the Lady do?
They reached the top, and Haldir turned to her. "You must wait here." His expression was impassive, his grey eyes cold, seemingly indifferent when they brushed hers. He turned away and climbed the last few steps. Tári watched the Lady glide forward, Celeborn only a step behind. They closed in on Haldir, their backs to Tári, but she could still see Haldir's face. The flash of a frown was the only change in his expression. They did not speak openly to him, but she could feel the vibration, knew they were speaking to him in his mind.
Tári turned when Aranel hurried up the steps, her dress lifted to her knees. She hurried to her, hugging Tári tightly.
"What have you done, Tári? I have heard such tales! I fear for your safety!"
Tári could not answer, but hung her head. Aranel wrapped an arm around her, scowling fiercely at Rúmil. He only smiled, but his blue eyes glittered like ice.
"Haldir comes," he said softly, and Tári looked up, pushing away the emotions.
Haldir bowed, waving Tári forward, but said nothing. His eyes were expressionless. She could read nothing. She exchanged glances with Aranel, and walked the last few stairs onto the platform, noting once more the beauty around her, seeing it as one who might never come here again. Tári bowed low before the Lady and Lord, feeling the weight of their gazes settle on her, feeling their displeasure.
She straightened and found herself staring at Lord Celeborn. He had stepped forward, his hand brushing Galadriel's. His sapphire blue eyes met hers, and she forced herself to stand straight, fighting the urge to cower beneath the icy gaze that held hers.
"You have violated the laws governing all of elvendom, Tári Namolanya. Not since the first age has an elf drawn a weapon against another of our kind. Twice you have drawn your knives against our guardian. And with your bow, wounded another. What do you say to this, Laiquendi?"
Tári bowed her head, but straightened it to look the Lothlórien Lord in the eye. She would not cower, but would face her punishment bravely. "You have spoken truly, my lord, for I have done as you say. I do not hide the fact, and I do not excuse my actions. I let my emotions control my actions."
Celeborn stared at her for a moment, silently gazing at her. She could not read his expression. He closed his eyes for a moment, and she knew he spoke with Galadriel. She came forward, and Tári forced herself to meet the ancient blue gaze that glittered before her.
She feared her wrath. Feared the great Lady of Light, for her powers and her wisdom were legendary. Would the Lady have compassion? Did she, Tári deserve any? Tári's knees trembled, and Galadriel stepped closer.
"You disappoint me," Galadriel began. She moved slowly around Tári, that gaze never lifting from her. "I see great things in you. But I see also impatience, impulsiveness, recklessness. You must learn to control these things." She faced the small Laiquendi again.
"Twice you have drawn your knives on my guardian. The first time I can understand. Haldir's will is powerful. When one heals another, that will can overpower the injured one. It is something that cannot be controlled. Your actions when you woke are a direct result of his will and yours, struggling to find control." The blue eyes seemed to penetrate her soul.
"But twice! What am I to do? I should exile you from all of elvendom for your actions, so great are they against one of your own kind! Exile you, to face all of Arda on your own. No home open to you among the world of the elves." She turned, glancing at Celeborn who had frowned. A whisper of a smile crossed her face.
"But Lord Celeborn feels I would be too harsh. For although your actions were grievous, your heart is still true. Emotions, Tári. Emotions should never control your actions. You must learn this control so that you may fulfill the destiny that awaits you."
Tári fought back tears, the horrible thought of exile still engulfing her. She had said as much to herself, but now the understanding of what that truly meant bombarded her. She clamped her lips shut, waiting for the Lady to continue. She would not look away. She had to face this.
Galadriel smiled sadly. "I know your love for your father drove you to what you did, as well as the actions of my own guardian, whose sense of honor governed his actions." Her glance fell on Haldir for a moment. "He has given an oath, one that he feels he must uphold. But I must override his oath, for I know more than he."
Galadriel stared at Haldir, and Tári could see the disagreement that flashed between the two. What was happening? Galadriel reached out, waiting, toward Haldir.
Tári's eyes widened when he reached down to pull her knives from his boots. And handed them hilt first, to Galadriel. He bowed slightly, but Tári had caught the frown.
Galadriel turned back to Tári, studying the knives she held. "These were your mother's. I know this as I was there the day she received them." She handed them to Tári. "They are yours. I give them back only because you will need them where I send you." Galadriel moved closer, the blue eyes icy, intense. "You will never raise them against another of your kind."
Tári trembled under that gaze. "My life be forfeit if I do, my lady." Tári dropped to one knee. Galadriel reached down, pulling her back to her feet.
"Your father is two days gone, a long way to travel. But he travels by steed, and those creatures cannot go without rest. Orophin leads a small party of my elves, and now waits a half days travel behind him. You will leave with Haldir, and meet them. You must travel quickly, and with no rest, to catch up with Orophin. And then, yet travel further, to reach your father in time. I have no doubt Haldir and my elves can do this. Can you?"
Tári stared at Galadriel in amazement. She was sending her to her father! She frowned, but did not voice her concerns. What did she know?
Galadriel smiled. "You are learning quickly, but still you question. I see visions as does your father. Mine come from my mirror, as you know. What I have seen I will not speak of here, for I do not know whether it shall come to pass."
Galadriel reached out to grip Tári's chin. "Do not think I let you go without punishment, Laiquendi. Lord Celeborn may have felt exile too harsh, but it is his suggestion that I place upon you now." She released Tári to stand back beside Lord Celeborn. Tári stared at them both, realizing her true sentence was at hand. Both elves looked down at her in their ethereal light, their power glowing with the force of their thoughts.
Galadriel's voice seemed to echo in her mind. Could Aranel hear her? Did she speak aloud, or only in Tári's mind? She could not tell, only stared aghast as her sentence was pronounced.
"You are no longer a respected guest in my land. You are now a guardian of the realm of Lothlórien. From this day you are under the command of Haldir, and as second and third in his command, both Orophin and Rúmil. You will obey their commands without question or delay. No thoughts of disobedience, no anger or dismay will you reveal. Whatever they command, you will do. Do I make myself clear?"
Tári stared at Haldir. He was impassive. She bowed quickly to Galadriel and Celeborn. "I hear and obey." She rose, catching the fleeting smile on Haldir's face.
Galadriel smiled in amusement, staring at Haldir and then at Tári. "Do not think they will make it easy for you, Tári. My three wardens can be wicked."
Tári caught the flash of humor in Haldir's expression. She frowned and Galadriel folded her arms into her sleeves. "Haldir will respect your status." She gave her March Warden a fierce look, and he bowed slightly, looking innocent. Galadriel frowned and Haldir nodded in agreement. She turned back to Tári.
"You will leave shortly, so say your good-byes to Aranel. Haldir will explain when he can. You do not have much time."
Chapter Eight: Reckoning
Tári crouched behind the large mellyrn tree, and scanned the trees overhead. She closed her eyes, focusing on her surroundings. Where were they? The wardens? She must avoid them at all cost. Tathar and Keliar had left hours ago. But they rode horses, leaving her a trail to follow. She did not know if she could have followed them otherwise. The forest had no discernable paths to follow to the border. The forest seemed to enclose her, watching her, waiting for something.
So far she'd avoided the Lórien elves. She grinned, touching the gray tunic. She would have to thank Haldir for the loan. She gripped her bow, and had an arrow nocked loosely. She would do what ever she had to. She would follow her father.
Rúmil stiffened, his senses alert, aware that something was not right. He leaned out over the branch he was using as a support, scanning the forest below him. Shadows from the setting sun flickered slightly from the branches as they swayed in the breeze. He frowned, and signaled to another warden. He climbed down quickly, the uneasiness settling in his stomach. Whatever was coming, it was not going to be good.
Corinth and Volinder joined Rúmil at the base of the tree, scanning the forest as well.
"I feel it, but I do not see anything. Something disturbs the air," Volinder growled. He cocked his head listening.
Rúmil nodded, using more than eyesight to focus. Whatever or whomever it was, moved like an elf. They had stopped, and were waiting, Rúmil was sure. He looked at Corinth, his eyes flickering to the forest, and then up. He must find Haldir. Corinth nodded, and spun, running on silent feet into the depths of the forest.
Volinder pulled an arrow from his quiver, his eyes still scanning the surrounding trees. He glanced at Rúmil. "Do we call for assistance?"
Rúmil frowned. He trusted his instincts. He nodded, emitting a soft whistle, a trilling birdlike sound, that echoed in the forest stillness. Moments later several more elves dropped quickly from the trees, pulling bows out in readiness.
Rúmil raised his hand. The wardens had come from all directions except one. He turned and began to stride quickly in that direction.
Tári gritted her teeth. She had thought perhaps she'd avoided the elves. When they began dropping out of the trees, she'd thought for sure she'd been seen. But only when she saw Rúmil look in each direction that they had arrived and then turn toward her, did she know he was still guessing. She had done well so far, but now she had no place to turn. It was time to make a stand. If Rúmil gained advantage she would be back in Caras Galadhon with a guard for a door.
She rose quickly, and stepped out from behind the tree. Immediately five arrows pointed in her direction, but her bow was already pointed straight at Rúmil. She looked at him apologetically, but her eyes were hard with determination.
Rúmil stopped, his chin rising irritably. "You cannot leave, Tári. Haldir has given the order."
Tári frowned. "You can take his orders to Mount Doom. I am leaving, Rúmil. I can do this simply or not."
Rúmil shouldered his bow, his eyes glinting in annoyance. "You have nowhere to go. Do not force the issue."
Tári laughed scornfully. "It is you who force the issue. It is a simple matter to move aside. I don't want to hurt you." She stiffened, sensing a new presence behind her. "Don't take another step Haldir, or I will shoot."
Haldir frowned. She stood only a few meters away, but her back was straight, and he could read the tension in her body as she held the bow drawn on Rúmil. "You are surrounded, Tári. More than thirty wardens lie between you and the border, you have nowhere to go."
Tári smiled mockingly. "No? So be it, but you shall lose a few of your trusty wardens then, including your brother. Do you care to have that on your head?" She felt a chill run up her spine. "I said not to move, Haldir!" She scowled and gripped the bow tighter, aimed still at Rumil and loosened her fingers that held the string drawn back tightly. She heard him sigh. He was so close.
"Tári, you do not want to do this. I cannot let you leave. I have given my word."
Tári pulled the string back further, the wood groaning in displeasure at the tension. "So your word is more important than your brother, or your wardens? Remember, my bow shoots faster than yours. How many will you lose to your word?"
Haldir gritted his teeth, annoyed she was so calm. His eyes met Rúmil's. He would have to move fast to avoid the arrow aimed at his heart. Could Rúmil do it? And he would have to disarm her. Not only her bow, but the blessed knives as well. He grimaced. And not hurt her in the process. The only other choice was to shoot. It was not an acceptable choice. He signaled the elves who hovered above them, and saw Tári flinch.
"What are you doing, Haldir? I can feel them moving. All I want to do is follow my father. You have no right to keep me here, I am Laiquendi. I will go home."
Haldir moved slightly forward, she was almost within his reach if he took another step. He saw her stiffen, but she did not shoot. He must keep her talking, it was her only distraction. He admired her concentration. "It is by your father's request that we keep you here, Tári." He saw the tiny tremor in her hands, seeing she was getting tired.
Tári gritted her teeth. Her arms were starting to burn from the force of holding her bow drawn. But she'd face a thousand orcs before she would back down. She fought the tremor in her hands. Her father had requested it? She would have words with him on that. She was tired of standing aside, letting things pass. She turned her head a fraction. She could see Haldir just at the edge of her vision, how did he get that much closer! She flexed her fingers, about to turn back toward Rúmil when she felt Haldir's tension, the coiling of his movement. She released the arrow, Haldir leaped for her, and Rumil spun away all in the space of a second.
Rúmil gasped as the arrow plunged into his arm, instead of his heart. Haldir tried to wrap his arms around Tári, but she crouched underneath them, pulling the knives from their sheaths at her wrists. She leaped toward Haldir, her anger and frustration clouding her mind, and swung, both hands holding her long elvish blades.
Haldir leaped back, avoiding the knives. He spun, a booted foot knocking Tári's feet from out beneath her, but the Laiquendi had guessed his intentions and rolled quickly to her feet. She crouched for a mere moment, and lunged again toward him. He frowned, sliding to the side, and reached out, grabbing the wrist closest to him. She whirled, twisting violently to free herself, but he only gripped the wrist tighter. He knew he was hurting her, but she only scowled, refusing to release the blade. He gripped the other wrist, catching it in mid-swing.
"Yield, Tári. You are disarmed, I have only to say the word and the wardens will shoot. I do not want to hurt you."
"You don't understand!" Tári cried, struggling to break free of his grip, the pain shooting up her arms from his hold making her body tremble. "He is leaving to die! I cannot let him go!"
Haldir tightened his grip further, and she winced. She was so stubborn. He flexed his wrist, twisting one arm and she shuddered, finally dropping the knife. She could not fight him. He was stronger. He squeezed hard on the other wrist, and she moaned, opening the hand, and the knife fell to the ground. He kicked them toward Rúmil, but did not release her wrists, only loosened his grip. She twisted, kicking at him. He pulled her toward him, her eyes widening in fury when he gripped her around the waist, lifting her off the ground.
"Put me down. You are wrong, wrong." Tári struggled in his arms, and he spun her around, pulling her back against his chest, trapping her hands in front of her. He looked at Rúmil who stood with another of his wardens. The arrow had penetrated the elf's arm completely and was lodged firmly in place. Rúmil grimaced as the warden withdrew it rapidly from his arm. Haldir set Tári on her feet.
Tári stepped back, breathing heavily. Fury, frustration, fear. All these emotions swept through her when she looked into the glittering eyes of the gray elf before her. What would he do now? She had wounded Rúmil, tried to wound Haldir again. Was he furious? She lifted her chin. She was not going to back down. Her father needed her.
"He doesn't want you to follow Tári. You would only create more hardship." Haldir frowned, but he watched her warily. She did not answer but glared at him instead. He looked at Rúmil. His brother met his gaze as the other elf bandaged his arm, glancing gravely at Tári with a frown.
Haldir was in quandary. He could not punish her, she was not a warden. Galadriel would have to determine her fate. He clamped down on the fury. Rúmil would be dead if she had meant to kill him, he had seen her shoot. She did not miss, no matter how quick his brother was. It was all that saved her from the full force of his wrath.
He reached out, clamping his hand on her arm. "Come with me." He pulled her closer to him when she scowled. "You will not argue, or fight me, Tári. You have dishonored yourself, and violated the courtesy of the Lady of Light. She will decide your fate this day. Be thankful it will be her decision and not mine.
Tári stumbled behind Haldir as he pulled her through the forest. He did not speak, only walked at a very fast pace, almost dragging her along behind him by the arm. Her anger had receded, leaving her ashamed at what she had done. True, she had adjusted her aim at the last second, only wounding Rúmil. But again she had drawn her knives on Haldir. Her actions were as he had said, unacceptable. What would Galadriel do? What would Haldir have done, had he the option? She shuddered at the thought.
His grip was not gentle as he pulled her along. Still ridden with confusion and sadness, she struggled to think. Where was he taking her? What was he planning? She needed to form a plan of her own; she could not give up this easily. When he paused at last, he glanced up into the canopy above, then turned to her.
"This flet has no ladder," he said brusquely. "You will have to climb."
He gave her no choice, but pushed her up into the tree, forcing her to climb the large branches while he followed behind. She pulled herself up through the hole in the center of the platform, and waited for him to climb up as well.
He stood before her, his gaze dark with displeasure. "Today you have pushed the limits of my patience. You deserve to be severely punished for what you have done." His expression was cold, arrogant, and commanding. This was the March Warden.
Guilt flooded her. But she was stubborn as well. She would not admit that her actions had been foolish and irresponsible. Ignoring him, she spun around and walked to the edge of the platform. "You would have done the same," she said with defiance.
"Nay." His voice was gruff, angry. "I would not have done what you did, Tári."
Tári felt him move toward her, felt his angry presence behind her. She would not turn to face him. She couldn't look into those eyes, knowing they held such anger toward her. She tried to push away the guilt, but it was there. An ache in her chest. She turned reluctantly when he gripped her arm.
"Do you feel no remorse?" His stormy grey eyes searched hers.
"Remorse? Of course I feel remorse. I did not want to hurt Rúmil or you. But you gave me no options, Haldir."
Haldir released her, removing his hand. "No options? What options did I have, Tári? I gave my word to your father that I would keep you safe, here in Lothlórien. Would you have me go back on my word, my honor?"
Tári frowned. She knew what he meant. Just as she knew she had dishonored herself and her father by her attempt. Had Tathar not asked her not to follow? But how could he ask that? What about loyalty?
"What about loyalty, Haldir? Would you stay behind, knowing that your Lady was rushing into a death you might be able to prevent?"
Haldir shook his head. "It would be her decision. Who am I to countermand her orders? I serve her. I do not presume to know what she sees, or feels or wants, Tári. No matter the distress it may cause me."
"It's not right, Haldir. Their visions do not always come out the way they think they will!" She pushed against his chest and he gripped her wrists. "Do you only follow your orders to the letter? Don't you ever countermand them?"
Haldir slid his hands further down her arms, noting the flash of pain when he had squeezed her wrist. "Countermand orders? What kind of leader would I be, Tári? I expect my orders to be followed as I instruct them. If I countermand my lord or ladies' order, how can I expect my wardens to follow mine? You know this to be true, you are letting your anger cloud your mind."
Tári closed her eyes, refusing to agree to the logic, knowing full well he was right. But she couldn't stop, she had to try once more. Gathering her courage, Tári reached up and ran a finger down Haldir's cheek, feeling the tension in his jaw. He had wanted her, kissed her. Did he have feelings for her still? His narrowed eyes hid whatever he was thinking. He only stood very still, watching her.
She placed her hands on him, feeling the solid muscles beneath his tunic, her fingers splayed against the warm hard wall of his chest. By the Valar, she would do this! She would use what she had to make him do as she wished. As this thought went through her head, she looked up into his eyes, and knew fear of a different sort.
He smiled. Smiled in a way that send tremors of both fear and desire bolting straight down to her toes. He reached out again, his fingers clamping on her arms, but not in the manner of a lover. Still, she forced herself to smile back.
"I would do whatever you ask, Haldir. Please you in any manner. But you must let me go to my father." Her heart hammering, she lifted a hand to touch his face again, but he caught hold of her wrist again and it hurt badly enough to make her wince. He frowned and looked at her wrist, noting the bruises that had already formed there from their previous struggle.
Dismayed, she tried to pull away, but he only gripped the wrist tighter, careful not to touch the bruises. Still frowning, he lifted her wrist and caressed the skin with his lips. Feeling the warm tingle run down her arm, Tári's eyes widened. She pulled away, knowing the bruises would be gone. Her body knew it.
But he was not through with her.
"So you offer yourself to me, Tári. You seek to make me do as you want with feminine tricks. Such a plan does not become you." He stepped closer to her and gripped her arms once more, pulling her roughly against him. "How well do you think you know me, to dare make this proposal? What do you offer me? Anything I want? Are you so sure you are ready to give what I would take?" His expression chilled her.
Without warning, he pushed her backwards and she stumbled, falling onto the flet's floor. She looked up in alarm, and saw the simmering anger beneath the ice. What had she done?
Haldir crouched down next to her, and Tári leaned back, afraid to look him in the eye. He only laughed softly, angrily, and reached out to grasp her chin. "Perhaps I will take you up on your offer."
Tári could not move, could not pull her gaze away from the gray eyes that drilled into her. He was moving closer, closer, and she leaned away, tried to twist away from him, but only fell back onto the floor. Before she could recover, he had placed his arms on either side of her, caging her with his body. Their eyes linked. He was big and powerful, and made her feel small. She could do nothing, not even think coherently! She had been a fool to offer herself to him. Yes, she wanted him, but not this way! And she didn't want to spoil the memory of that other kiss.
She stared into eyes that smoldered before her. Had she pushed him too far? He was so close, his body only inches from hers, staring at her, waiting. "I can't." She pulled her gaze from his. He leaned closer, his lips brushing hers. She could feel his anger still, in the feel of his lips. "I don't want it to be this way between us." She closed her eyes, fighting back the swell of tears. She would not be weak now, by the Valar, she would not!
Haldir settled beside her, leaning on one arm. He gripped her chin firmly, forcing her to look at him, but her eyes remained closed tightly. "How would you have it between us then? Again you seek to have me go against all I believe in, Tári. I cannot." He frowned and leaned closer. She would not open her eyes. Was there moisture there? "I know you are in distress, but you must trust your father, Tári. He has survived long years, perhaps he wearies of his existence here."
Tári tried to sit up, but he pushed her back. "I do not believe that." The anger was back. "You do not understand."
Haldir scowled. "Why do you think I do not understand?" he asked curtly. "I know you only wish to protect your father, to change what he perceives to be his future. But are you so sure that if you go you will prevent his death? Perhaps if you went to aid him, the distraction of you being there would cause exactly what you fear the most."
Haldir stood, knowing his words would eventually sink in. He walked to the edge of the flet. She was an enigma to him. Such a volatile bundle of emotions, so strong for such a tiny elf. He stiffened when he felt her rise and cross to stand behind him.
"What would you have me do, Haldir? I am at your mercy."
Haldir turned to her, staring at the tiny maiden in front of him. Her anger was gone, or at least hidden from him. She stared at him, perhaps a touch nervously, but stood stoically, waiting for his answer.
"I would have you do nothing, for I am not the one to make that decision." He turned back to the forest.
"I suppose I have destroyed any feelings you had for me. I shall not forgive myself for that."
Haldir turned slowly, his eyes no longer angry. He could not deny she frustrated him, but destroyed his feelings? He stared down at her. "Nay, Tári. You have not destroyed my caring for you." He turned back to the forest, unwilling to speak further.
"But how much do you care, Haldir?"
He sighed. "This is not a good time to discuss this."
Tári scowled. "Not a good time? Why not? We are alone. I face retribution tomorrow for my actions. Perhaps I will be exiled from Lórien altogether? Maybe she will throw me into the darkest dungeon she can find! Maybe."
Haldir had turned and gripped her arms, gently this time. "We have no dungeons, Tári." He laughed at her melodramatics. "And she will not exile you, that would countermand your father's wishes. After that, I cannot say."
Tári gripped the front of Haldir's tunic, twisting the grey folds into her hands, feeling the muscles tense beneath her fingers. "I need to know how much you care, Haldir. Was I just an amusement for you?"
Haldir slid his hands up along the sides of her face, feeling the tremor that ran through her. "Nay, Tári. You are not a passing amusement." He looked into her eyes. "But now is not a good time for this."
Tári stepped back and he turned back to the forest. She was getting tired of sharing his gaze with the forest. Did it have his answers? She folded her arms across her chest, then smiled slowly.
"Well fine then. We won't discuss it. But I am cold, and the floor is hard. Is this part of my punishment?"
Haldir smiled, and strode to a box set into the side of the flet. Opening it, he drew several furs out, and brought them over to drape them over Tári. "I would not wish you to be cold, or uncomfortable, my lady."
Tári hid her grin. "And where do you rest, then?
Haldir had walked to the edge of the flet, and had stood staring at the forest once more. He turned to look at her. "I need no rest."
'Do you fear we will be attacked that you must stand guard? Have you sent all your wardens away?" she asked craftily.
Haldir gave her the answer she wanted. "No, we are not in danger. I have sent my wardens on to other duties." So they were alone. Tári smiled.
She pulled the furs off her, laying them on the floor of the flet. She crawled on top, and reached down to pull off her boots, watching Haldir carefully. He did not turn around. She studied him for a moment, and noted the increased tension in his back. She could feel it.
She unhooked the tunic from her shoulder and drew it quickly over her head. She heard him sigh. Better. She assessed him again. The tension was definitely there. Her lips curved in a sultry smile had he turned to see it. She sighed loudly. And rolled around, as if uncomfortable.
"Actually, now that I think about it, I am quite warm. You don't mind if I take off some layers, do you? I am not used to your wool tunics."
Haldir stared up into the canopy, his long pale hair hanging nearly to his waist. The slight breeze fluttered the edge of his cloak. "You may do as you wish," he answered a bit gruffly.
Tári smiled, untying the laces of her leggings. She wriggled out of the confining material with a loud sigh. "It feels nice to have the breeze blow on bare skin, you know." She saw Haldir reach up to rub the back of his neck. She grinned, sensing his unspoken discomfort.
How far did she dare take this, or had she gone too far already? She knew what she wanted. Would he take the bait? Or continue to be stoic and ignore her?
He turned around when she was raising the hem of her undertunic. His face was composed, but his eyes were gleaming with more than just amusement. He smiled, his gaze steady, one dark brow arched. Did she dare? came the silent inquiry.
Tári reached down and pulled up the tunic, but gasped when she felt his hands on her waist. The tunic slid over her head and she stared into eyes that no longer regarded her with amusement.
"You play with fire, Tári," he murmured softly. "Are you not afraid to be burned?"
In answer, she slid her arms around his neck, pulling him down against her, sighing as his lips covered hers once more in a hard passionate kiss that left her breathless. He was pushing her down, down onto the furs, the fabric of his wool tunic soft against her bare flesh.
"Your fire will not burn me," she whispered. "You must not fear you will hurt me, Haldir. This would not be my first time." She saw the flame of excitement leap into his eyes. His hand settled on the bare flesh of her stomach, then slid around to her hip as his mouth came down to cover hers once more.
When next he paused to breathe, his expression told her how affected he was by their kiss. "Are you certain this is what you want?" he asked, his voice quiet. "Once we start, it is very difficult for me to stop."
"I know what I want. Do you?"
Her hand went boldly to his tunic, tugging it upward, and he smiled slightly and sat up. He removed both layers of tunic, then lay back down beside her again, still wearing his leggings.
"You think I will change my mind," Tári whispered. "Haldir, I will not." She pressed her body against him, enjoying the feel of her body against the warmth of his chest. "I will admit to you that I am not very experienced in this. But I think we will manage. Perhaps you have more experience than I."
She saw him smile at her words. "Perhaps," he agreed, and did not elaborate.
He leaned over her, tracing lines across her chest with his fingers. "This is not what I intended."
Tári closed her eyes, his fingers sending electric tingles where they touched her skin. He was still fighting her. She reached out, sliding her hands into his hair, forcing him closer.
"I wish to make retribution for my actions, Haldir. Will you deny me?"
He pulled her fingers from his hair, gripping them tightly, a scowl crossing his features. "I do not want your apology in that way, Tári."
Tári frowned as well. "That is not how I meant it. I want you, Haldir. You incite feelings that I have never felt before. What more must I do?"
Haldir grinned, leaning over her, his arms on either side of her head as he settled his weight on her gently. He bent over kissing her mouth, lightly, not giving her time to respond. "You need to do nothing more, Tári. Can you not feel what already you have done?"
His low laugh sent shivers down her spine. She could indeed feel his desire, the hard muscles of his body entwined with her own softness. She traced a line slowly down his chest, seeing the muscles flex slightly at her touch.
His lips were tracing the curve of her jaw, his tongue touching the sensitive spot along the back of her ear, tracing the delicate point. Heat washed through her, followed by the prickle of goose bumps. She ran her hands along his back, feeling the strength of him, the hardness of muscles shaped by years of swordplay. She ran her hands along the muscles of his arms where they held her, pinned securely beneath him. She felt the brush of his hair as it slid over her, his movements, his kisses drawing the soft tendrils over her skin.
He shifted, his lips caressing the curve of her neck, under her chin, causing her to moan softly. His hands gripped her chin, his lips demanding a response from her own. She could feel his excitement mounting, but felt also his control.
His hands caresses her, teasing, touching, and she sighed at the warmth of his skin, the softness of his touch. He followed his hands with his lips, and tongue, and Tári slid her hands back into his hair. How long would he tease her? Her body ached for more than just his kisses. She did not want to wait. She tugged on his hair and he smiled, leaning over her to quirk one of those dark eyebrows. She had to close her eyes for a minute. She must be dreaming.
"You are becoming impatient," he whispered, nuzzling her neck again, feeling her tug at the ties of his leggings. He grabbed her hand, pulling it back, trapping it against the side of her head. "Why rush, dearest Tári? We have all night."
Tári sighed. "I don't want to wait all night." She pulled the lacing from his leggings with her free hand, and tossed it aside to his look of consternation. He leaned against her, and she could feel the strength of him.
"That may be a problem later, mouse." He said as he searched to see where the lacing had landed.
Tári grinned, his use of her nickname surprised her. From him it sounded quaint, protective. His lips were brushing her ears again, and she shivered as his tongue swept over the point, sending those shockwaves of heat racing down to her toes. She slid her fingers along the fabric of his leggings, but he trapped her fingers again. His voice was muffled as he kissed her hair.
"I think you are too bold, I shall have to take you to task." He smiled rolling over to discard the leggings quickly. He gripped her waist, and rolled, pulling her on top of him.
She leaned on her hands, resting them on his chest. His breathing was becoming erratic, his eyes closing when she ground her hips against him. His hands tightened on her waist, drawing her to sit above him. He opened his eyes and Tári stared at him. She smiled, bending over to brush her lips against his, barely making contact. She slid over him, kissing the areas he had kissed, feeling him tense under her lips. She trailed kisses over his chest and down his side.
He groaned when she reached his hips, pulling her back up roughly to kiss her, rolling her onto her back, stretching out over her. She didn't know it could be like this, the blinding passion, the aching drive to fuse her body with his. She felt his tension, knew he was holding on to some control. She wanted it all. Let go, she whispered. He kissed her, demanding control, forcing her lips apart, tasting her, taunting her. She gasped, hearing his groan, and found herself soaring, soaring over the edge of bliss as he drove into her, shuddering as his own release pushed him over the edge as well.
Tári stared out into the tree tops, lying on her side, feeling Haldir's hard length pressed against her back. He was slowly sifting her hair through his fingers. Had she compromised him? What was he going to do now? He had to take her back, and she must go willingly. She berated herself for allowing her anger to control her actions. How would Keliar have reacted? He would have been furious. She could hear him remonstrating her already. She felt Haldir stiffen, and he rolled over, sitting up. He rose, pulling on his leggings, looking for the missing lacing.
"Looking for this?" She held up the black tie, dangling it from her fingers as she rolled onto her back, pulling the furs up over her chest. He frowned, and knelt down to grasp the tie, but she held it away. "You must do what you have to, Haldir. I understand that."
He nodded, taking the tie, and turned away. She watched him, his back, wondering at the thoughts that must be running through his head. She reached for her tunic, and leggings, putting them on quickly. He turned around.
"You must get dressed." His brows rose in amusement when she stood, pulling the outer tunic over her head.
"I am."
Haldir lips curved slightly, but then the amusement was hidden quickly. He waved toward the hole, following her down the tree, landing lightly on the ground below. Rúmil was waiting.
"You have had word?" Rúmil asked, searching Haldir's eyes.
"Aye."
Tári looked at Haldir, surprised, but did not show it. When had she contacted him? Tári turned to Rúmil. "Rúmil, I cannot put into words the apology I must make to you." Tári bowed her head, struggling to find the right words. She cared for these elves, they had shown them nothing but kindness. And she had repaid them with pain. She flinched when he touched her arm.
"You are forgiven, Tári. You aim is true. I realize you chose only to wound me. We pushed you, and you pushed back."
She stared at the elf, his blue eyes somber. She nodded, and turned to Haldir. It was time for reckoning.
She dreaded the sight of the city, the ball of fear in her stomach growing the closer they approached the city. The journey had been silent. No conversation, no sound of footsteps, only eerie, brooding silence the whole day's journey. A whole day that her father traveled further away from her. She shook her head mentally. She could not think of that.
Haldir paused when they entered the gate, speaking softly with one of his wardens. The elf bowed quickly, saluting with his hand over his heart. Did she see a reproving glance from the elf before he turned away? Had word spread already?
Haldir led them swiftly up into the city, his long strides devouring the stairs too quickly for Tári's comfort. She curled her hands into fists, feeling bereft without the weight of her knives at her wrists. What would the Lady do?
They reached the top, and Haldir turned to her. "You must wait here." His expression was impassive, his grey eyes cold, seemingly indifferent when they brushed hers. He turned away and climbed the last few steps. Tári watched the Lady glide forward, Celeborn only a step behind. They closed in on Haldir, their backs to Tári, but she could still see Haldir's face. The flash of a frown was the only change in his expression. They did not speak openly to him, but she could feel the vibration, knew they were speaking to him in his mind.
Tári turned when Aranel hurried up the steps, her dress lifted to her knees. She hurried to her, hugging Tári tightly.
"What have you done, Tári? I have heard such tales! I fear for your safety!"
Tári could not answer, but hung her head. Aranel wrapped an arm around her, scowling fiercely at Rúmil. He only smiled, but his blue eyes glittered like ice.
"Haldir comes," he said softly, and Tári looked up, pushing away the emotions.
Haldir bowed, waving Tári forward, but said nothing. His eyes were expressionless. She could read nothing. She exchanged glances with Aranel, and walked the last few stairs onto the platform, noting once more the beauty around her, seeing it as one who might never come here again. Tári bowed low before the Lady and Lord, feeling the weight of their gazes settle on her, feeling their displeasure.
She straightened and found herself staring at Lord Celeborn. He had stepped forward, his hand brushing Galadriel's. His sapphire blue eyes met hers, and she forced herself to stand straight, fighting the urge to cower beneath the icy gaze that held hers.
"You have violated the laws governing all of elvendom, Tári Namolanya. Not since the first age has an elf drawn a weapon against another of our kind. Twice you have drawn your knives against our guardian. And with your bow, wounded another. What do you say to this, Laiquendi?"
Tári bowed her head, but straightened it to look the Lothlórien Lord in the eye. She would not cower, but would face her punishment bravely. "You have spoken truly, my lord, for I have done as you say. I do not hide the fact, and I do not excuse my actions. I let my emotions control my actions."
Celeborn stared at her for a moment, silently gazing at her. She could not read his expression. He closed his eyes for a moment, and she knew he spoke with Galadriel. She came forward, and Tári forced herself to meet the ancient blue gaze that glittered before her.
She feared her wrath. Feared the great Lady of Light, for her powers and her wisdom were legendary. Would the Lady have compassion? Did she, Tári deserve any? Tári's knees trembled, and Galadriel stepped closer.
"You disappoint me," Galadriel began. She moved slowly around Tári, that gaze never lifting from her. "I see great things in you. But I see also impatience, impulsiveness, recklessness. You must learn to control these things." She faced the small Laiquendi again.
"Twice you have drawn your knives on my guardian. The first time I can understand. Haldir's will is powerful. When one heals another, that will can overpower the injured one. It is something that cannot be controlled. Your actions when you woke are a direct result of his will and yours, struggling to find control." The blue eyes seemed to penetrate her soul.
"But twice! What am I to do? I should exile you from all of elvendom for your actions, so great are they against one of your own kind! Exile you, to face all of Arda on your own. No home open to you among the world of the elves." She turned, glancing at Celeborn who had frowned. A whisper of a smile crossed her face.
"But Lord Celeborn feels I would be too harsh. For although your actions were grievous, your heart is still true. Emotions, Tári. Emotions should never control your actions. You must learn this control so that you may fulfill the destiny that awaits you."
Tári fought back tears, the horrible thought of exile still engulfing her. She had said as much to herself, but now the understanding of what that truly meant bombarded her. She clamped her lips shut, waiting for the Lady to continue. She would not look away. She had to face this.
Galadriel smiled sadly. "I know your love for your father drove you to what you did, as well as the actions of my own guardian, whose sense of honor governed his actions." Her glance fell on Haldir for a moment. "He has given an oath, one that he feels he must uphold. But I must override his oath, for I know more than he."
Galadriel stared at Haldir, and Tári could see the disagreement that flashed between the two. What was happening? Galadriel reached out, waiting, toward Haldir.
Tári's eyes widened when he reached down to pull her knives from his boots. And handed them hilt first, to Galadriel. He bowed slightly, but Tári had caught the frown.
Galadriel turned back to Tári, studying the knives she held. "These were your mother's. I know this as I was there the day she received them." She handed them to Tári. "They are yours. I give them back only because you will need them where I send you." Galadriel moved closer, the blue eyes icy, intense. "You will never raise them against another of your kind."
Tári trembled under that gaze. "My life be forfeit if I do, my lady." Tári dropped to one knee. Galadriel reached down, pulling her back to her feet.
"Your father is two days gone, a long way to travel. But he travels by steed, and those creatures cannot go without rest. Orophin leads a small party of my elves, and now waits a half days travel behind him. You will leave with Haldir, and meet them. You must travel quickly, and with no rest, to catch up with Orophin. And then, yet travel further, to reach your father in time. I have no doubt Haldir and my elves can do this. Can you?"
Tári stared at Galadriel in amazement. She was sending her to her father! She frowned, but did not voice her concerns. What did she know?
Galadriel smiled. "You are learning quickly, but still you question. I see visions as does your father. Mine come from my mirror, as you know. What I have seen I will not speak of here, for I do not know whether it shall come to pass."
Galadriel reached out to grip Tári's chin. "Do not think I let you go without punishment, Laiquendi. Lord Celeborn may have felt exile too harsh, but it is his suggestion that I place upon you now." She released Tári to stand back beside Lord Celeborn. Tári stared at them both, realizing her true sentence was at hand. Both elves looked down at her in their ethereal light, their power glowing with the force of their thoughts.
Galadriel's voice seemed to echo in her mind. Could Aranel hear her? Did she speak aloud, or only in Tári's mind? She could not tell, only stared aghast as her sentence was pronounced.
"You are no longer a respected guest in my land. You are now a guardian of the realm of Lothlórien. From this day you are under the command of Haldir, and as second and third in his command, both Orophin and Rúmil. You will obey their commands without question or delay. No thoughts of disobedience, no anger or dismay will you reveal. Whatever they command, you will do. Do I make myself clear?"
Tári stared at Haldir. He was impassive. She bowed quickly to Galadriel and Celeborn. "I hear and obey." She rose, catching the fleeting smile on Haldir's face.
Galadriel smiled in amusement, staring at Haldir and then at Tári. "Do not think they will make it easy for you, Tári. My three wardens can be wicked."
Tári caught the flash of humor in Haldir's expression. She frowned and Galadriel folded her arms into her sleeves. "Haldir will respect your status." She gave her March Warden a fierce look, and he bowed slightly, looking innocent. Galadriel frowned and Haldir nodded in agreement. She turned back to Tári.
"You will leave shortly, so say your good-byes to Aranel. Haldir will explain when he can. You do not have much time."