Thanks again for all the kind reviews, you are very inspiring. I am
taking some liberties with Tolkien's story.. he mentioned briefly the dark
elves who had helped Sauron in the forging of his weapons, etc.. and I have
expounded on that line somewhat. Tári is changing here, once a quiet elf,
hidden behind her sister, she is now finding herself challenged immensely.
Her love for her people and especially her worry over her father is forcing
her hand right now, and so affecting her moods, actions. She only knows
she has to find him, whatever the cost. But first they have to get to
him..
Chapter Nine: Control
Haldir slid the arrows into his quiver, knowing they would never be enough. He hated using Orc or Goblin arrows. But they could only carry so many. He slid the quiver over his back, buckling the intricate metal buckle over his chest. He turned, hearing Tári approach, Aranel holding her arm, whispering to her fiercely. The look Aranel gave Haldir was not pleasant. She did not like Tári's sentence.
Tári scowled, pulling her arm away when she saw that Haldir watched them with interest. So she was a warden now, whatever that meant. What was she going to have to do, she wondered?
Aranel gripped her arm. "Tári, there must be something you can do. Perhaps if I talk with Lady Galadriel?"
Tári stared at her in consternation. "Aranel! Please! I must atone for what I have done. If this is what the Lady requires of me, then I shall do what she asks. Now please, I have to go. You must not be worried. I will be fine. And so will father, when we find him." She hugged her sister tightly.
Aranel gripped her arm once more. "You will watch Orophin for me? I did not have long to say good-bye."
Tári grinned. "I will give him your love, Aranel." She whispered into her ear, and Aranel laughed quietly, hugging her again.
Haldir waited patiently. When she stood before him he pulled her bow from his shoulder. He handed it to her without a word. He turned, glancing at Rúmil , and at his wardens who stood waiting patiently in formation. Where must he put her? She would have to follow him, so he could keep an eye on her. Rúmil would watch from the back. They would have to test her endurance quickly.
Tári kept her eyes on Haldir's cloak in front of her. They had walked, no, literally ran, for the rest of the day. And still, as night fell, and the stars winked overhead, they ran. Albeit warily, now. Night was time for Orcs, and Goblins. And they had left the protection of the Golden Wood hours ago. They ran silently, but Orcs had hearing almost as powerful as the elves.
Haldir stopped abruptly, and turned back to the column of elves trailing behind him. "Yrch." He gripped Tári's arm, dragging her into the denser brush that grew along the rocks. He pushed her against the rock. "Don't move." He glared at her, but Tári only nodded. She was glad to rest for the moment. It had not been an easy journey, not only for her physically, but she'd felt the disproval of Haldir's other wardens strongly. She had not considered their reactions to her treatment of Haldir. She was going to find it difficult to regain their respect.
The scout Haldir had sent out in front turned back, slipping back into the trees. Haldir crouched near Tári, scanning the path before them. He did not want to confront the Orcs if they did not have to. He could hear them now, their heavy breathing, the quiet jangle of leather armor. He could feel their steps, the harsh pounding of their feet on the ground. They would pass close, but if the Valar's grace was with them, they would not detect the elves. He sighed in relief when they passed. They did not have the time to spare.
He rose, signaling the elves to continue, but clamped his hand on Tári's arm. So far she had done all he had asked. But he caught the flash of annoyance this time. He leaned closer. "Do I detect an expression of annoyance, warden?"
Tári wanted to snap back, but instead smiled. "Nay, March Warden, only a look of discomfort." He frowned and she shook her head. " I am fine." How much she wanted to retort at the look on his face, but didn't dare. She sighed inwardly, thankful he could not read her mind.
Haldir turned to her with a wicked smile and she stepped back. "I may not be able to read your thoughts, Tári, but I can certainly sense them. Have a care, warden." He grinned and turned, striding down the path while Tári stared at him, struggling to control her expression. Blessed Valar, this was going to be hard.
They finally stopped, crouching down among the rocky boulders that now littered their path. The mountains arching high to their right. The terrain was getting hilly, and small streams crossed it often. Her feet were wet, her ankles hurt from twisting on the rocks, and she thought her chest was going to burst into flames. But she only smiled when Rúmil knelt down in front of her. He handed her the small packet of Lembas bread, and his water. What was he going to do?
Tári took the bread, and sipped the water, eyeing the elf before her. "How long do we stop?"
Rúmil glanced at Haldir who stood a few feet away. "As long as you need to."
Tári choked, her eyes widening. She blinked quickly, forcing down the annoyed comment that had popped into her head. "You stop only for me?"
Rúmil smiled, tucking his water skin into his belt. "Aye, but do not be concerned. All new wardens have problems with long distance running. You will get better quickly." He rose, nodding and walked toward Haldir.
New wardens? She bit into the bread a bit harder than she intended and it broke into several pieces, falling to the ground. She groaned in dismay, gathering it up and stuffing the pieces into her pocket. She looked up to see Haldir and Rúmil both staring at her. They both frowned, but only turned away and she sat down in relief.
The light of dawn found them in the mountains, their forms stark against the morning sky when they crossed ridge after ridge of wind scoured rock, and scrub brush. But they were gaining, and Tári had found her rhythm. Perhaps it was the lembas bread, or her body adjusting, but she could run now, and not feel every breath she took. Her feet no longer hurt, although her ankle still throbbed. But she would not tell Haldir. He would have to touch her then, and right now she couldn't deal with that. So she thought of her father.
Tathar would not be happy knowing he was being followed, but she knew Haldir would explain. She didn't envy the struggle the gray-elf must feel. He had given his word to Tathar to protect her, keep her safely in Lórien. Tathar would have to understand Galadriel's logic in forcing Haldir to renege on his oath, bringing her along. She only knew Galadriel had made the decision that she had to come.
Tári stumbled, catching her foot on a boulder, cursing her inattentiveness. She collapsed to the ground, her ankle swelling quickly. She rubbed it harshly, and scowled when Haldir knelt down next to her.
"You've injured your ankle?" He reached out to feel her ankle through her boot and she could not hide the gasp of pain. "Take off your boot."
Tári shook her head. "It's fine, Haldir, just give me a moment." She flinched when he scowled, gripping her calf to pull off her boot.
"How long has it been bothering you?" his voice was quiet, but she heard the fury. He glanced up when she did not answer, and she wished she had spoken sooner. "Don't lie to me, Tári."
"Since this morning." She cringed slightly at his sigh of exasperation. He wrapped his fingers around the ankle gently, and Tári leaned back as the flow of healing ran up her leg. The unnerving sensations were getting stronger every time he healed her. She stared up at the sky for a moment, trying to gather her suddenly scattered thoughts. The pain was gone.
"I will not tolerate you hiding such things from me. If you are injured, or tired, or need to stop for any reason you will tell me."
He leaned over her, and she blinked. Was the sun in a different position? She sat up and rubbed her ankle. And looked around. The elves were at rest, and looked to have been that way for some time. She saw several glance moodily at her and she looked at Haldir in confusion.
"What happened?" She rubbed her head, trying to ignore the other wardens.
"You needed to rest." He pulled her to her feet.
"You put me to sleep again." She did not ask it as a question.
"Aye."
Tári folded her arms, her eyes narrowing. She wanted to snap at him, her list of offenses with Haldir's wardens was only growing longer. His eyebrow rose slightly, daring her to say something, but she only gritted her teeth. "I have put you behind now."
Haldir smiled. "We have made good time, better than I thought. We had time to stop for awhile."
"How much further until we meet Orophin?"
Haldir looked at the sky, and the surrounding area, staring off into the distance. 'Half a day's march."
She rose when he extended his hand, ignoring his offer of help. But didn't miss the narrowed eyes. She sighed to herself, careful to control her expression. Another mark against her? She had to learn to give in, her stubbornness was not going to gain her any advantage.
The sun was setting once more when Haldir motioned for them to stop. Twice more they'd avoided patrols of Orcs. Tári crouched down, waiting while Haldir spoke with the elf who had stepped out of the trees. They were nearing her home. She closed her eyes, smelling the air. The scent of the heavy pines that grew in her home forest was faint, but she could sense it. Home.
The elf nodded and left, disappearing once more into the shadows of the trees. How much further was Orophin? Would they wait before they traveled to catch up with her father? She struggled to balance all the questions flooding her mind.
It was only a few more moments and she sensed the gray-elves. They appeared out of the trees, one moment shadows, and the next, grey clothed elves stood silently waiting further orders. Orophin strode forward, greeting Haldir with a fierce hug. Such brotherly love, she mused. She leaned against a tree, watching the two Lórien elves. She did not miss the startled glance Orophin sent her way, or the amused one after that. So they thought her punishment funny. She tried to control the scowl that crossed her features.
She straightened when Orophin strode toward her. He gripped her shoulders, leaning close to kiss her cheek.
"How fare you, Tári?" His voice dripped with amusement.
"I am fine, Orophin." She gritted her teeth, hearing his soft chuckle.
"And Aranel?"
Tári stared at him briefly, debating whether to give him her greetings, but sighed. "She sends you her love, Orophin." Orophin's grin lit up the dark blue eyes.
"Indeed?" He kissed her cheek again. "I will not taunt you, Tári. Be strong," he whispered softly. He stepped back and bowed slightly.
"Such a demonstrative greeting, Orophin. She must have given you good news." Haldir murmured and Orophin turned with another smile.
"Aye, she sends me good news, brother. Do my actions irritate you?"
Haldir frowned, his chin rising as he scowled at his brother. "Nay, Orophin. Your actions do not." He turned abruptly and strode off to speak with Rúmil.
Orophin turned back to Tári, laughing quietly. "Ah, such lies he speaks." He winked at Tári and moved off to join his two brothers.
Tári moved closer, hoping to hear something of her father. Haldir hadn't said much the last day. Haldir turned to her when she approached.
"It is not far to your lands?"
"Nay, just a few hours and we will be at our borders."
"Then you must lead us from here. I do not know how we will be received once we enter your lands."
Tári caught the slight grimace of frustration that crossed his face. He must be still struggling with his responsibilities. She nodded, and began to stride quickly down the path, looking forward to the first sight of her home.
* *
Keliar sprinted over the trail, his long white hair flying out behind him. The scout ran beside him, and five more elves behind him. They had visitors coming, but they had not yet reached their border, but would soon. Keliar wanted to intersect them just as they crossed the border.
He frowned. Tathar was not going to be happy to see them. In fact, he would be outright furious knowing Tári was with the Lórien elves. What had changed that Haldir would follow so closely behind them? What had Galadriel known, or seen, to send them? She must have ordered the elves to follow. Tathar had told Keliar he had asked Haldir to keep Tári in Lórien, however he must. Keliar knew the March Warden's word was his bond. To break it to bring her along, he mused, must be tearing him apart.
He leaped effortlessly over the small tree lying across the path, a slight smile creasing his lips. This was going to be interesting discussion. He slowed as the tree line began to thin. The large pine trees surrounding him darkened the forest, blocking much of the light from above. Only small trees and brush struggled to live under the great pine trees, the acidic soil and low light deterring many of the forest plants. He could just make them out, the thin line of elves just appearing on the horizon, their bodies silhouetted by the light behind them. He would wait here.
Haldir surveyed the trees ahead, the dark heaviness of the forest looming before them. Tári's step had quickened, and he lengthened his stride to stay beside her. Would Keliar meet them, or another of his sentinels? He would not enjoy this meeting. He caught Tári's arm when they entered the darkness of the forest, his eyes adjusting quickly to the dimmer light. He stepped in front of her when he saw that Keliar stood waiting on the path before them.
"You may go no further." Keliar announced, and Tári's hand flew to her lips, smothering the giggle that threatened to burst out. Keliar had used Haldir's inflections exactly, only spoiling the effect of the arrogance of the March Warden with the smile he was trying to keep hidden.
Haldir turned his head to glare at her, aware of her smothered laughter. He turned back to Keliar with dark eyebrows arched in amusement. "You spoil the effect, Keliar, with your smile. You must become much more snobbish if you wish to emulate me."
Keliar grinned, stepping forward to grip Haldir's outstretched hand in welcome. "Mae Govannen, Haldir. I must say I am quite surprised you are here. You will not be a welcome sight to Lord Tathar."
Haldir scowled. "Aye, that I know, Keliar. But I have word for him from Lady Galadriel, with her orders to bring Tári as well. It was not my choice."
Keliar nodded. "Aye, well, I will send word to him. You must wait here." He grinned again, laughing at Haldir's expression.
"At least I do not insult you, Keliar." Haldir folded his arms.
Keliar turned to speak quickly to a sentinel and the elf bowed briefly, and hurried down the path. Keliar turned back to Haldir, eyeing Tári who still stood behind him.
"Do you not greet me, Tári?" he asked. His eyes narrowed at the look that passed between Tári and Haldir. Something was going on, and he didn't think he was going to like it. She stepped around Haldir, reaching out to hug Keliar. "What have you done, Tári?" he whispered into her ear, wrapping his arms around her.
Tári stepped back from Keliar's embrace, her face flushing with color. Keliar stared at her, and then at Haldir. How to tell him?
"Galadriel has made her one of my wardens." Haldir said quietly, a hint of amusement coloring his voice.
Keliar's eyes widened in surprise, then narrowed when he looked back at Tári.
"Why?" he asked, drawing out the one word in concern.
Tári clenched her jaw. "For my attack against Haldir."
Keliar stepped close to Tári, clamping his hand on her forearm. "Attack? Do not tell me you drew your knife on him again?" His expression grew angry when Tári nodded bleakly. Keliar glared at her.
Tári looked at Haldir who stood watching, and saw the eyebrow rise. She rolled her eyes and turned back to Keliar. "And more," she whispered.
Keliar straightened, tilting his head to scowl at her. "And more? What more can you have done?" He stopped, and shut his mouth, his lips clamped together while he searched her face. His face grew pale. "You didn't, tell me you did not."
Tári looked at her feet, mortified. Keliar had been her mentor. And she had disappointed him. She looked up when he reached out, gripping her chin. His brown eyes searched hers. "I shot Rúmil. But only in the arm!" She added when he closed his eyes, a dismayed sigh escaping from his lips.
Keliar opened his eyes to gaze at Tári. "She could have exiled you for such a thing." He murmured softly.
"Such was Galadriel's thought." Haldir said. "But Lord Celeborn thought perhaps it better she be placed under my command. To learn control." Haldir stared at Tári, his grey eyes gleaming in the dim light.
Keliar glanced at Haldir, noting the slight curl to his lips. Haldir was amused. So either he did not feel the transgression was too great, or he had forgiven Tári. Keliar stepped back, still watching Haldir and Tári closely. He saw the brief glance that passed between them. There was more. He would find out, somehow.
Keliar led them to a clearing, where his sentinels had gathered supplies. They sat down around a small fire, banked low.
"Did you pass any Orc patrols?" Keliar asked, pulling a large flask from a pack at his feet.
"Several, but we were able to avoid them." Haldir's reply was distracted.
Keliar looked up to see him watching Tári. She had settled further away, leaning against a tree, in what he knew from experience was an very disgruntled posture. He saw Haldir frown, and Tári blanch when she caught the frown. Interesting.
Orophin and Rumil sat down next to Haldir. They glanced at Tári and at Haldir with a slight smile.
"She is lucky you know." Rumil grinned, casting a wary glance at Tári. "We've been much kinder to her than we normally would be to a new warden."
Orophin took a sip of wine from the flask Keliar handed him. "Aye, she is lucky I left first. Had I been there, perhaps she would still be sitting in Caras Galadhon."
Haldir snorted, glaring at Orophin. "You would not have made a difference."
Rúmil grinned. "Aye, but maybe he would have been the one to take the arrow in the arm."
Tári leaned on her knees, trying to block out the laughing elves. She was going to get them back. Laughing at her. She'd find some nice spiders to stick in their blankets. No, that wouldn't bother them.. well, she would find something. She flinched when she felt someone touch her arm, and looked up to see Haldir crouching before her.
"Are you ill?" He seemed concerned.
Tári turned her head, looking away once she realized who it was. "Nay." She said, leaning her head on her knees.
"Why do you not sit at the fire? Keliar is giving me very dark glances."
Tári snickered softly. Serve him right. "I care not. I am fine here." She heard him sigh softly, but he rose and left her alone. Tári gave a sigh of relief. She'd been certain he was going to get that overbearing attitude again, and order her there.
Haldir rose, glancing back at Tári where she sat. He knew she had grown frustrated with keeping her temper in check. He stepped away from the fire, content to be alone for a few minutes. He needed to gather his thoughts. His conversation with Lord Tathar was not going to be an easy one. He stiffened when he felt the presence behind him.
"How much more has she done that she does not tell?" Keliar asked, moving into Haldir's vision. "I am certain there is more."
Haldir glanced at Keliar from the corner of his eye, then turned to face him fully. "She has told you what she has done."
"Perhaps then you could explain more to me."
Haldir folded his arms over his chest, eyeing the Laiquendi commander, who had leaned casually against a tree. He knew what the green elf wanted to know.
"She tried to follow you and her father as I expected she would. Rúmil intercepted her. I am impressed. She almost made it to the border, his patrol was the last in line. I did not tell her that."
Keliar smiled. "I am not surprised. She can creep quite unobserved if she so chooses."
Haldir nodded. "Aye. Rúmil detained her and sent for me. I was only a short distance further, but by the time I arrived she had already drawn her bow on Rúmil. We pushed her beyond her limit and in her anger and frustration she did not think clearly, although she adjusted her aim to only injure Rúmil. She is lucky she did so."
Keliar had straightened, and folded his arms as well. He stared at Haldir, fiercely. "So you pushed her, knowing her to be distraught. Perhaps not a good choice on your part?"
Haldir scowled. "I will admit, not a good choice. I was only a step behind her when she shot. It was my movement that forced her hand."
"And Galadriel and Lord Celeborn knew this?"
"Aye, they only meant to frighten her, to make her realize she must learn to control her anger, in all situations."
Keliar frowned, pursing his lips. "And so after she shot Rúmil you took her directly back to the city?"
Haldir lips twitched slightly. "Nay."
Keliar's chin rose slightly, and he studied Haldir, who gazed back at him impassively.
"So you took advantage of her."
"What makes you think anything more happened, Keliar?"
Keliar's chin rose higher, and his eyes narrowed. "Because I know Mouse, something about her behavior tells me more happened."
Haldir grinned softly. "Perhaps you do not know her as well as you think, Keliar. I was not the one who initiated our union."
Keliar couldn't think of what to say. "I will not ask what she did. She was not under any duress to do so?"
Haldir shook his head. "I would not tell you if you asked, Keliar. She was not forced to do anything. I would have left her alone on the flet if that is what she had desired, it was not."
Keliar nodded, and turned to leave. Looking back at Haldir he smiled. "So what does it mean for her to be your warden? Have you plans to teach her something new?"
Haldir moved to stand beside Keliar. "I would teach whatever you feel she needs to learn Keliar, if there is something you feel she lacks."
Keliar grinned suddenly. "You are attempting exactly what she needs to learn, Haldir. Patience." He thought for a moment. "Your coin toss, you have those coins?"
Haldir smiled. "I have them, but she would pass that test easily. She has picked up my presence behind her. If she can sense me, then she will do well on that simple test."
Keliar nodded in agreement, but his eyes lit up. He chuckled. "Perhaps if she had another sort of distraction? I would see for myself her reaction to you, Haldir."
Haldir frowned. "What do you mean, Keliar?"
Keliar grinned. "Perhaps Haldir, you might find some way to distract her as only you can." He strode back through the trees, whistling a low tune softly. Haldir watched him leave, a slow smile of understanding creasing his face.
Tári heard Keliar return, whistling. She glanced up, uncovering enough of her eye to see him sit down next to Rúmil. His amused glance at her told her he was up to something. She started to stare at her feet again when Haldir returned as well. From the same direction. That did not bode well for her. Keliar wanted information, and would have gotten it one way or another. Her eyes narrowed when Haldir bent down to speak softly to Orophin. All three brothers turned to her with a grin. Blessed Light, what now?
Haldir crossed over to Tári, crouching down before her. "I have a test for you, warden." His expression was controlled, but she knew he was laughing.
"What kind of test?"
"You remember our coin toss?"
Tári groaned inwardly, not that! "I told you before I did not care to do your test."
Haldir smiled softly. "You have no choice now. Come, we shall see how well you do." He gripped her arm, hauling her easily to her feet. She did not come willingly.
Haldir pulled her further into the clearing. "Keliar suggested you be tested. He wishes to see how well he has trained you, in comparison to my training. We seek to know what more we should teach you."
Tári glared at Keliar before they covered her eyes. He winked as they settled the blindfold. Winking at her! What did that mean! She felt someone stand next to her, and she shivered when Haldir gripped her shoulder, his lips close to her ear.
"Expect more than what you saw before, mouse, my only warning." She felt him move away, but knew he was not far. She closed her eyes, in order to focus her mind. She felt them around her. Rumil to her right. She would swear she could hear him smile. Orophin stood near her left, tapping a finger against his arm. Haldir she could sense in front of her, his scent was still lingering in her mind. And Keliar, he stood near Haldir, loudest of all, chuckling softly. But who had the coin?
She heard the tiny whirr of the coin, from Orophin to her left, and she whirled, reaching out, following the sound as it arced high over her head, gauging where it would fall. She felt the coolness of the metal drop into her hand. She pulled her hand close to her, feeling the coin bite into her palm. One down. She tossed the coin to Haldir in front of her.
Now she felt them move, but where, and who was who? And how many coins would they toss this time? Would it be only one again? She closed her mind to those thoughts, focusing on her surroundings. The whirr of the coin told her to spin right, and she did, catching the coin again, spinning to toss it to Haldir. Or was it Rumil? She had lost track of where they stood.
She struggled to control her concern, pushing away the errant thoughts. It did not matter. She would best them in this. She could still sense them, no matter who was where. She waited. What were they waiting for? She could sense them, but something wasn't right. She gasped when she felt Haldir's lips brush hers. How had he gotten that close? And kissing her in front of the others! She scowled, realizing suddenly, that the coins had been tossed again. Two! She whirled, reaching out, catching the last coin just moments before it fell to the ground. But she had caught it. She stood up, frowning. So, they were going to play dirty.
Her heart was beating wildly. She willed it to slow, to focus her senses. He was not going to sneak up on her again. The coins flew into the air, four this time, she heard the two, but sensed the movement of the others. She had to spin rapidly to catch all four, but she held out her hand, and all four lay in one palm. She felt someone remove them, and sensed it was Orophin from the slight squeeze he gave to her hand. It was, wasn't it? They were trying to confuse her.
She waited, tilting her head. She sensed Haldir behind her, the hair on her arms standing up, and she turned to face him, and felt his hands brush hers. No, the kiss that brushed the side of her cheek was from Haldir, she was sure. So now who stood in front of her? Blood and Ashes! This was not fair, but she was not going to complain. She whirled as she heard the coins fly into the air again, sweeping out her arms, hoping she'd hit someone. She did not, but the coins landed into her palms, barely. She almost lost track of the last one.
What must Keliar be thinking! He must know about her and Haldir! Tári felt the blood rush to her face. She whirled when she felt the elf behind her, reaching out to drag whoever it was close to her. It was Rúmil, his soft chuckle told her it was he. She released him to turn, only to find herself in Haldir's embrace, his lips brushing hers once more. Then he was gone. She reached up to rip off the blindfold. Enough was enough! A hand gripped her wrist firmly. Haldir?
"The game is not yet over."
Haldir.
She wanted to strangle him. She clenched her teeth. What now? She stood still, and suddenly realized he had taken her knives from her wrists. When had he done that? She lifted her chin, knowing suddenly what he was going to do. Did he trust her that much? She heard the whistle of the blade, and remembering how Haldir had thrown her knife, reached out. She caught the knife by the hilt, his throw did not make the knife twist end over end, and she only had to gauge its position to grasp it from the air. Gauge where it flew and how fast. She threw the knife into the ground at her feet.
"So what's next? Another kiss? Perhaps two? Or maybe just my other knife, plus the coins?"
No answer. And she could not sense their movements. What were they doing? Did she dare remove the blindfold? No, she sensed she would find herself in more trouble. She'd wait.
Not for long. How badly do you want to remove the blindfold? It was a soft whisper. From Orophin?
How much longer can you keep your focus? That was Keliar's soft whisper. She'd make him pay for this.
You only need to ask. Orophin again. They were circling around her.
Tári folded her arms over her chest. She was not going to play. She flinched when she felt the brush against her arm. Who was it? She felt another light touch against her hair. They were teasing now. She reached out quickly, and came up empty. Soft laughter greeted her, from behind. She whirled, turning opposite the sound, gripping the soft wool tunic of the elf in front of her. He had not expected her to find him. Rumil.
Where was Haldir? He was the hardest to catch. She didn't know how she had sensed him in the forest. He was all but invisible to her now. She clenched her fist, trying to concentrate. They all had stepped away. She could not feel them. Where were they? One still had her knife.
She whirled when she heard the knife. And knew suddenly that it had come from Haldir, from several feet away and he had thrown it like she did, end over end. She crouched quickly, feeling the blade whistle past her ear, and thud into the tree behind her. Her breathing came in gasps. How dare he! She stood up, and felt his arms wrap around her.
"I knew you would not let it hit you." The whispered words sank into her ear, his lips only inches from her.
"I am tired of this game." She was furious. She reached up to untie the blindfold but he caught her wrists, his laughter soft in her ear.
"But I do not tire of it. Patience, Tári." His lips descended on hers, kissing her hungrily, making her toes curl. He was cheating!
"I do not think your wardens have to deal with this kind of test. You are not being fair." She cried, her chest heaving with her frustration.
Soft laughter again. Orophin. He was beside her. "Ah, but life is not fair, you have to make what you will of it, Tári."
"I think I shall have to have word with the Lady of Light. Throwing knives at blindfolded wardens comes pretty close to my bad behavior."
" You are whining." Haldir, spoken with amusement. Bloody elf. She whirled, trying to sense his presence.
She reached up once again. She would play no more, but a hand gripped her wrist again. "You must follow orders, Mouse." Keliar! Light! Him too!
She folded her arms, angrily.
"You are letting your emotions control you." Rúmil.
She sucked in a determined breath. "I am not."
She heard the coins fly into the air, two with sound, two without. But she heard them, and felt them. She whirled, spinning rapidly, and caught them all before they had dropped beyond her shoulders. She dropped them to the ground at her feet.
"I win."
She felt him just moments before his lips descended on hers. His hands slid over her shoulders, his lips pressing hers, demanding her response. How could he kiss her like that with the others there? She moaned softly. He was not playing fair. She was pulled into his arms, and she gripped his tunic. His lips trailed over to her ear. "No, mouse, I think I win." His voice sent shivers down her spine.
"And how do you decide that?" she asked breathlessly, when he released her. He reached up to untie the blind fold, and she blinked at the suddenly bright light. She looked around her. They were alone. She glared at Haldir. He smiled, reaching down to open her hand. One more coin dropped into her palm. Five! He had thrown five!
Chapter Nine: Control
Haldir slid the arrows into his quiver, knowing they would never be enough. He hated using Orc or Goblin arrows. But they could only carry so many. He slid the quiver over his back, buckling the intricate metal buckle over his chest. He turned, hearing Tári approach, Aranel holding her arm, whispering to her fiercely. The look Aranel gave Haldir was not pleasant. She did not like Tári's sentence.
Tári scowled, pulling her arm away when she saw that Haldir watched them with interest. So she was a warden now, whatever that meant. What was she going to have to do, she wondered?
Aranel gripped her arm. "Tári, there must be something you can do. Perhaps if I talk with Lady Galadriel?"
Tári stared at her in consternation. "Aranel! Please! I must atone for what I have done. If this is what the Lady requires of me, then I shall do what she asks. Now please, I have to go. You must not be worried. I will be fine. And so will father, when we find him." She hugged her sister tightly.
Aranel gripped her arm once more. "You will watch Orophin for me? I did not have long to say good-bye."
Tári grinned. "I will give him your love, Aranel." She whispered into her ear, and Aranel laughed quietly, hugging her again.
Haldir waited patiently. When she stood before him he pulled her bow from his shoulder. He handed it to her without a word. He turned, glancing at Rúmil , and at his wardens who stood waiting patiently in formation. Where must he put her? She would have to follow him, so he could keep an eye on her. Rúmil would watch from the back. They would have to test her endurance quickly.
Tári kept her eyes on Haldir's cloak in front of her. They had walked, no, literally ran, for the rest of the day. And still, as night fell, and the stars winked overhead, they ran. Albeit warily, now. Night was time for Orcs, and Goblins. And they had left the protection of the Golden Wood hours ago. They ran silently, but Orcs had hearing almost as powerful as the elves.
Haldir stopped abruptly, and turned back to the column of elves trailing behind him. "Yrch." He gripped Tári's arm, dragging her into the denser brush that grew along the rocks. He pushed her against the rock. "Don't move." He glared at her, but Tári only nodded. She was glad to rest for the moment. It had not been an easy journey, not only for her physically, but she'd felt the disproval of Haldir's other wardens strongly. She had not considered their reactions to her treatment of Haldir. She was going to find it difficult to regain their respect.
The scout Haldir had sent out in front turned back, slipping back into the trees. Haldir crouched near Tári, scanning the path before them. He did not want to confront the Orcs if they did not have to. He could hear them now, their heavy breathing, the quiet jangle of leather armor. He could feel their steps, the harsh pounding of their feet on the ground. They would pass close, but if the Valar's grace was with them, they would not detect the elves. He sighed in relief when they passed. They did not have the time to spare.
He rose, signaling the elves to continue, but clamped his hand on Tári's arm. So far she had done all he had asked. But he caught the flash of annoyance this time. He leaned closer. "Do I detect an expression of annoyance, warden?"
Tári wanted to snap back, but instead smiled. "Nay, March Warden, only a look of discomfort." He frowned and she shook her head. " I am fine." How much she wanted to retort at the look on his face, but didn't dare. She sighed inwardly, thankful he could not read her mind.
Haldir turned to her with a wicked smile and she stepped back. "I may not be able to read your thoughts, Tári, but I can certainly sense them. Have a care, warden." He grinned and turned, striding down the path while Tári stared at him, struggling to control her expression. Blessed Valar, this was going to be hard.
They finally stopped, crouching down among the rocky boulders that now littered their path. The mountains arching high to their right. The terrain was getting hilly, and small streams crossed it often. Her feet were wet, her ankles hurt from twisting on the rocks, and she thought her chest was going to burst into flames. But she only smiled when Rúmil knelt down in front of her. He handed her the small packet of Lembas bread, and his water. What was he going to do?
Tári took the bread, and sipped the water, eyeing the elf before her. "How long do we stop?"
Rúmil glanced at Haldir who stood a few feet away. "As long as you need to."
Tári choked, her eyes widening. She blinked quickly, forcing down the annoyed comment that had popped into her head. "You stop only for me?"
Rúmil smiled, tucking his water skin into his belt. "Aye, but do not be concerned. All new wardens have problems with long distance running. You will get better quickly." He rose, nodding and walked toward Haldir.
New wardens? She bit into the bread a bit harder than she intended and it broke into several pieces, falling to the ground. She groaned in dismay, gathering it up and stuffing the pieces into her pocket. She looked up to see Haldir and Rúmil both staring at her. They both frowned, but only turned away and she sat down in relief.
The light of dawn found them in the mountains, their forms stark against the morning sky when they crossed ridge after ridge of wind scoured rock, and scrub brush. But they were gaining, and Tári had found her rhythm. Perhaps it was the lembas bread, or her body adjusting, but she could run now, and not feel every breath she took. Her feet no longer hurt, although her ankle still throbbed. But she would not tell Haldir. He would have to touch her then, and right now she couldn't deal with that. So she thought of her father.
Tathar would not be happy knowing he was being followed, but she knew Haldir would explain. She didn't envy the struggle the gray-elf must feel. He had given his word to Tathar to protect her, keep her safely in Lórien. Tathar would have to understand Galadriel's logic in forcing Haldir to renege on his oath, bringing her along. She only knew Galadriel had made the decision that she had to come.
Tári stumbled, catching her foot on a boulder, cursing her inattentiveness. She collapsed to the ground, her ankle swelling quickly. She rubbed it harshly, and scowled when Haldir knelt down next to her.
"You've injured your ankle?" He reached out to feel her ankle through her boot and she could not hide the gasp of pain. "Take off your boot."
Tári shook her head. "It's fine, Haldir, just give me a moment." She flinched when he scowled, gripping her calf to pull off her boot.
"How long has it been bothering you?" his voice was quiet, but she heard the fury. He glanced up when she did not answer, and she wished she had spoken sooner. "Don't lie to me, Tári."
"Since this morning." She cringed slightly at his sigh of exasperation. He wrapped his fingers around the ankle gently, and Tári leaned back as the flow of healing ran up her leg. The unnerving sensations were getting stronger every time he healed her. She stared up at the sky for a moment, trying to gather her suddenly scattered thoughts. The pain was gone.
"I will not tolerate you hiding such things from me. If you are injured, or tired, or need to stop for any reason you will tell me."
He leaned over her, and she blinked. Was the sun in a different position? She sat up and rubbed her ankle. And looked around. The elves were at rest, and looked to have been that way for some time. She saw several glance moodily at her and she looked at Haldir in confusion.
"What happened?" She rubbed her head, trying to ignore the other wardens.
"You needed to rest." He pulled her to her feet.
"You put me to sleep again." She did not ask it as a question.
"Aye."
Tári folded her arms, her eyes narrowing. She wanted to snap at him, her list of offenses with Haldir's wardens was only growing longer. His eyebrow rose slightly, daring her to say something, but she only gritted her teeth. "I have put you behind now."
Haldir smiled. "We have made good time, better than I thought. We had time to stop for awhile."
"How much further until we meet Orophin?"
Haldir looked at the sky, and the surrounding area, staring off into the distance. 'Half a day's march."
She rose when he extended his hand, ignoring his offer of help. But didn't miss the narrowed eyes. She sighed to herself, careful to control her expression. Another mark against her? She had to learn to give in, her stubbornness was not going to gain her any advantage.
The sun was setting once more when Haldir motioned for them to stop. Twice more they'd avoided patrols of Orcs. Tári crouched down, waiting while Haldir spoke with the elf who had stepped out of the trees. They were nearing her home. She closed her eyes, smelling the air. The scent of the heavy pines that grew in her home forest was faint, but she could sense it. Home.
The elf nodded and left, disappearing once more into the shadows of the trees. How much further was Orophin? Would they wait before they traveled to catch up with her father? She struggled to balance all the questions flooding her mind.
It was only a few more moments and she sensed the gray-elves. They appeared out of the trees, one moment shadows, and the next, grey clothed elves stood silently waiting further orders. Orophin strode forward, greeting Haldir with a fierce hug. Such brotherly love, she mused. She leaned against a tree, watching the two Lórien elves. She did not miss the startled glance Orophin sent her way, or the amused one after that. So they thought her punishment funny. She tried to control the scowl that crossed her features.
She straightened when Orophin strode toward her. He gripped her shoulders, leaning close to kiss her cheek.
"How fare you, Tári?" His voice dripped with amusement.
"I am fine, Orophin." She gritted her teeth, hearing his soft chuckle.
"And Aranel?"
Tári stared at him briefly, debating whether to give him her greetings, but sighed. "She sends you her love, Orophin." Orophin's grin lit up the dark blue eyes.
"Indeed?" He kissed her cheek again. "I will not taunt you, Tári. Be strong," he whispered softly. He stepped back and bowed slightly.
"Such a demonstrative greeting, Orophin. She must have given you good news." Haldir murmured and Orophin turned with another smile.
"Aye, she sends me good news, brother. Do my actions irritate you?"
Haldir frowned, his chin rising as he scowled at his brother. "Nay, Orophin. Your actions do not." He turned abruptly and strode off to speak with Rúmil.
Orophin turned back to Tári, laughing quietly. "Ah, such lies he speaks." He winked at Tári and moved off to join his two brothers.
Tári moved closer, hoping to hear something of her father. Haldir hadn't said much the last day. Haldir turned to her when she approached.
"It is not far to your lands?"
"Nay, just a few hours and we will be at our borders."
"Then you must lead us from here. I do not know how we will be received once we enter your lands."
Tári caught the slight grimace of frustration that crossed his face. He must be still struggling with his responsibilities. She nodded, and began to stride quickly down the path, looking forward to the first sight of her home.
* *
Keliar sprinted over the trail, his long white hair flying out behind him. The scout ran beside him, and five more elves behind him. They had visitors coming, but they had not yet reached their border, but would soon. Keliar wanted to intersect them just as they crossed the border.
He frowned. Tathar was not going to be happy to see them. In fact, he would be outright furious knowing Tári was with the Lórien elves. What had changed that Haldir would follow so closely behind them? What had Galadriel known, or seen, to send them? She must have ordered the elves to follow. Tathar had told Keliar he had asked Haldir to keep Tári in Lórien, however he must. Keliar knew the March Warden's word was his bond. To break it to bring her along, he mused, must be tearing him apart.
He leaped effortlessly over the small tree lying across the path, a slight smile creasing his lips. This was going to be interesting discussion. He slowed as the tree line began to thin. The large pine trees surrounding him darkened the forest, blocking much of the light from above. Only small trees and brush struggled to live under the great pine trees, the acidic soil and low light deterring many of the forest plants. He could just make them out, the thin line of elves just appearing on the horizon, their bodies silhouetted by the light behind them. He would wait here.
Haldir surveyed the trees ahead, the dark heaviness of the forest looming before them. Tári's step had quickened, and he lengthened his stride to stay beside her. Would Keliar meet them, or another of his sentinels? He would not enjoy this meeting. He caught Tári's arm when they entered the darkness of the forest, his eyes adjusting quickly to the dimmer light. He stepped in front of her when he saw that Keliar stood waiting on the path before them.
"You may go no further." Keliar announced, and Tári's hand flew to her lips, smothering the giggle that threatened to burst out. Keliar had used Haldir's inflections exactly, only spoiling the effect of the arrogance of the March Warden with the smile he was trying to keep hidden.
Haldir turned his head to glare at her, aware of her smothered laughter. He turned back to Keliar with dark eyebrows arched in amusement. "You spoil the effect, Keliar, with your smile. You must become much more snobbish if you wish to emulate me."
Keliar grinned, stepping forward to grip Haldir's outstretched hand in welcome. "Mae Govannen, Haldir. I must say I am quite surprised you are here. You will not be a welcome sight to Lord Tathar."
Haldir scowled. "Aye, that I know, Keliar. But I have word for him from Lady Galadriel, with her orders to bring Tári as well. It was not my choice."
Keliar nodded. "Aye, well, I will send word to him. You must wait here." He grinned again, laughing at Haldir's expression.
"At least I do not insult you, Keliar." Haldir folded his arms.
Keliar turned to speak quickly to a sentinel and the elf bowed briefly, and hurried down the path. Keliar turned back to Haldir, eyeing Tári who still stood behind him.
"Do you not greet me, Tári?" he asked. His eyes narrowed at the look that passed between Tári and Haldir. Something was going on, and he didn't think he was going to like it. She stepped around Haldir, reaching out to hug Keliar. "What have you done, Tári?" he whispered into her ear, wrapping his arms around her.
Tári stepped back from Keliar's embrace, her face flushing with color. Keliar stared at her, and then at Haldir. How to tell him?
"Galadriel has made her one of my wardens." Haldir said quietly, a hint of amusement coloring his voice.
Keliar's eyes widened in surprise, then narrowed when he looked back at Tári.
"Why?" he asked, drawing out the one word in concern.
Tári clenched her jaw. "For my attack against Haldir."
Keliar stepped close to Tári, clamping his hand on her forearm. "Attack? Do not tell me you drew your knife on him again?" His expression grew angry when Tári nodded bleakly. Keliar glared at her.
Tári looked at Haldir who stood watching, and saw the eyebrow rise. She rolled her eyes and turned back to Keliar. "And more," she whispered.
Keliar straightened, tilting his head to scowl at her. "And more? What more can you have done?" He stopped, and shut his mouth, his lips clamped together while he searched her face. His face grew pale. "You didn't, tell me you did not."
Tári looked at her feet, mortified. Keliar had been her mentor. And she had disappointed him. She looked up when he reached out, gripping her chin. His brown eyes searched hers. "I shot Rúmil. But only in the arm!" She added when he closed his eyes, a dismayed sigh escaping from his lips.
Keliar opened his eyes to gaze at Tári. "She could have exiled you for such a thing." He murmured softly.
"Such was Galadriel's thought." Haldir said. "But Lord Celeborn thought perhaps it better she be placed under my command. To learn control." Haldir stared at Tári, his grey eyes gleaming in the dim light.
Keliar glanced at Haldir, noting the slight curl to his lips. Haldir was amused. So either he did not feel the transgression was too great, or he had forgiven Tári. Keliar stepped back, still watching Haldir and Tári closely. He saw the brief glance that passed between them. There was more. He would find out, somehow.
Keliar led them to a clearing, where his sentinels had gathered supplies. They sat down around a small fire, banked low.
"Did you pass any Orc patrols?" Keliar asked, pulling a large flask from a pack at his feet.
"Several, but we were able to avoid them." Haldir's reply was distracted.
Keliar looked up to see him watching Tári. She had settled further away, leaning against a tree, in what he knew from experience was an very disgruntled posture. He saw Haldir frown, and Tári blanch when she caught the frown. Interesting.
Orophin and Rumil sat down next to Haldir. They glanced at Tári and at Haldir with a slight smile.
"She is lucky you know." Rumil grinned, casting a wary glance at Tári. "We've been much kinder to her than we normally would be to a new warden."
Orophin took a sip of wine from the flask Keliar handed him. "Aye, she is lucky I left first. Had I been there, perhaps she would still be sitting in Caras Galadhon."
Haldir snorted, glaring at Orophin. "You would not have made a difference."
Rúmil grinned. "Aye, but maybe he would have been the one to take the arrow in the arm."
Tári leaned on her knees, trying to block out the laughing elves. She was going to get them back. Laughing at her. She'd find some nice spiders to stick in their blankets. No, that wouldn't bother them.. well, she would find something. She flinched when she felt someone touch her arm, and looked up to see Haldir crouching before her.
"Are you ill?" He seemed concerned.
Tári turned her head, looking away once she realized who it was. "Nay." She said, leaning her head on her knees.
"Why do you not sit at the fire? Keliar is giving me very dark glances."
Tári snickered softly. Serve him right. "I care not. I am fine here." She heard him sigh softly, but he rose and left her alone. Tári gave a sigh of relief. She'd been certain he was going to get that overbearing attitude again, and order her there.
Haldir rose, glancing back at Tári where she sat. He knew she had grown frustrated with keeping her temper in check. He stepped away from the fire, content to be alone for a few minutes. He needed to gather his thoughts. His conversation with Lord Tathar was not going to be an easy one. He stiffened when he felt the presence behind him.
"How much more has she done that she does not tell?" Keliar asked, moving into Haldir's vision. "I am certain there is more."
Haldir glanced at Keliar from the corner of his eye, then turned to face him fully. "She has told you what she has done."
"Perhaps then you could explain more to me."
Haldir folded his arms over his chest, eyeing the Laiquendi commander, who had leaned casually against a tree. He knew what the green elf wanted to know.
"She tried to follow you and her father as I expected she would. Rúmil intercepted her. I am impressed. She almost made it to the border, his patrol was the last in line. I did not tell her that."
Keliar smiled. "I am not surprised. She can creep quite unobserved if she so chooses."
Haldir nodded. "Aye. Rúmil detained her and sent for me. I was only a short distance further, but by the time I arrived she had already drawn her bow on Rúmil. We pushed her beyond her limit and in her anger and frustration she did not think clearly, although she adjusted her aim to only injure Rúmil. She is lucky she did so."
Keliar had straightened, and folded his arms as well. He stared at Haldir, fiercely. "So you pushed her, knowing her to be distraught. Perhaps not a good choice on your part?"
Haldir scowled. "I will admit, not a good choice. I was only a step behind her when she shot. It was my movement that forced her hand."
"And Galadriel and Lord Celeborn knew this?"
"Aye, they only meant to frighten her, to make her realize she must learn to control her anger, in all situations."
Keliar frowned, pursing his lips. "And so after she shot Rúmil you took her directly back to the city?"
Haldir lips twitched slightly. "Nay."
Keliar's chin rose slightly, and he studied Haldir, who gazed back at him impassively.
"So you took advantage of her."
"What makes you think anything more happened, Keliar?"
Keliar's chin rose higher, and his eyes narrowed. "Because I know Mouse, something about her behavior tells me more happened."
Haldir grinned softly. "Perhaps you do not know her as well as you think, Keliar. I was not the one who initiated our union."
Keliar couldn't think of what to say. "I will not ask what she did. She was not under any duress to do so?"
Haldir shook his head. "I would not tell you if you asked, Keliar. She was not forced to do anything. I would have left her alone on the flet if that is what she had desired, it was not."
Keliar nodded, and turned to leave. Looking back at Haldir he smiled. "So what does it mean for her to be your warden? Have you plans to teach her something new?"
Haldir moved to stand beside Keliar. "I would teach whatever you feel she needs to learn Keliar, if there is something you feel she lacks."
Keliar grinned suddenly. "You are attempting exactly what she needs to learn, Haldir. Patience." He thought for a moment. "Your coin toss, you have those coins?"
Haldir smiled. "I have them, but she would pass that test easily. She has picked up my presence behind her. If she can sense me, then she will do well on that simple test."
Keliar nodded in agreement, but his eyes lit up. He chuckled. "Perhaps if she had another sort of distraction? I would see for myself her reaction to you, Haldir."
Haldir frowned. "What do you mean, Keliar?"
Keliar grinned. "Perhaps Haldir, you might find some way to distract her as only you can." He strode back through the trees, whistling a low tune softly. Haldir watched him leave, a slow smile of understanding creasing his face.
Tári heard Keliar return, whistling. She glanced up, uncovering enough of her eye to see him sit down next to Rúmil. His amused glance at her told her he was up to something. She started to stare at her feet again when Haldir returned as well. From the same direction. That did not bode well for her. Keliar wanted information, and would have gotten it one way or another. Her eyes narrowed when Haldir bent down to speak softly to Orophin. All three brothers turned to her with a grin. Blessed Light, what now?
Haldir crossed over to Tári, crouching down before her. "I have a test for you, warden." His expression was controlled, but she knew he was laughing.
"What kind of test?"
"You remember our coin toss?"
Tári groaned inwardly, not that! "I told you before I did not care to do your test."
Haldir smiled softly. "You have no choice now. Come, we shall see how well you do." He gripped her arm, hauling her easily to her feet. She did not come willingly.
Haldir pulled her further into the clearing. "Keliar suggested you be tested. He wishes to see how well he has trained you, in comparison to my training. We seek to know what more we should teach you."
Tári glared at Keliar before they covered her eyes. He winked as they settled the blindfold. Winking at her! What did that mean! She felt someone stand next to her, and she shivered when Haldir gripped her shoulder, his lips close to her ear.
"Expect more than what you saw before, mouse, my only warning." She felt him move away, but knew he was not far. She closed her eyes, in order to focus her mind. She felt them around her. Rumil to her right. She would swear she could hear him smile. Orophin stood near her left, tapping a finger against his arm. Haldir she could sense in front of her, his scent was still lingering in her mind. And Keliar, he stood near Haldir, loudest of all, chuckling softly. But who had the coin?
She heard the tiny whirr of the coin, from Orophin to her left, and she whirled, reaching out, following the sound as it arced high over her head, gauging where it would fall. She felt the coolness of the metal drop into her hand. She pulled her hand close to her, feeling the coin bite into her palm. One down. She tossed the coin to Haldir in front of her.
Now she felt them move, but where, and who was who? And how many coins would they toss this time? Would it be only one again? She closed her mind to those thoughts, focusing on her surroundings. The whirr of the coin told her to spin right, and she did, catching the coin again, spinning to toss it to Haldir. Or was it Rumil? She had lost track of where they stood.
She struggled to control her concern, pushing away the errant thoughts. It did not matter. She would best them in this. She could still sense them, no matter who was where. She waited. What were they waiting for? She could sense them, but something wasn't right. She gasped when she felt Haldir's lips brush hers. How had he gotten that close? And kissing her in front of the others! She scowled, realizing suddenly, that the coins had been tossed again. Two! She whirled, reaching out, catching the last coin just moments before it fell to the ground. But she had caught it. She stood up, frowning. So, they were going to play dirty.
Her heart was beating wildly. She willed it to slow, to focus her senses. He was not going to sneak up on her again. The coins flew into the air, four this time, she heard the two, but sensed the movement of the others. She had to spin rapidly to catch all four, but she held out her hand, and all four lay in one palm. She felt someone remove them, and sensed it was Orophin from the slight squeeze he gave to her hand. It was, wasn't it? They were trying to confuse her.
She waited, tilting her head. She sensed Haldir behind her, the hair on her arms standing up, and she turned to face him, and felt his hands brush hers. No, the kiss that brushed the side of her cheek was from Haldir, she was sure. So now who stood in front of her? Blood and Ashes! This was not fair, but she was not going to complain. She whirled as she heard the coins fly into the air again, sweeping out her arms, hoping she'd hit someone. She did not, but the coins landed into her palms, barely. She almost lost track of the last one.
What must Keliar be thinking! He must know about her and Haldir! Tári felt the blood rush to her face. She whirled when she felt the elf behind her, reaching out to drag whoever it was close to her. It was Rúmil, his soft chuckle told her it was he. She released him to turn, only to find herself in Haldir's embrace, his lips brushing hers once more. Then he was gone. She reached up to rip off the blindfold. Enough was enough! A hand gripped her wrist firmly. Haldir?
"The game is not yet over."
Haldir.
She wanted to strangle him. She clenched her teeth. What now? She stood still, and suddenly realized he had taken her knives from her wrists. When had he done that? She lifted her chin, knowing suddenly what he was going to do. Did he trust her that much? She heard the whistle of the blade, and remembering how Haldir had thrown her knife, reached out. She caught the knife by the hilt, his throw did not make the knife twist end over end, and she only had to gauge its position to grasp it from the air. Gauge where it flew and how fast. She threw the knife into the ground at her feet.
"So what's next? Another kiss? Perhaps two? Or maybe just my other knife, plus the coins?"
No answer. And she could not sense their movements. What were they doing? Did she dare remove the blindfold? No, she sensed she would find herself in more trouble. She'd wait.
Not for long. How badly do you want to remove the blindfold? It was a soft whisper. From Orophin?
How much longer can you keep your focus? That was Keliar's soft whisper. She'd make him pay for this.
You only need to ask. Orophin again. They were circling around her.
Tári folded her arms over her chest. She was not going to play. She flinched when she felt the brush against her arm. Who was it? She felt another light touch against her hair. They were teasing now. She reached out quickly, and came up empty. Soft laughter greeted her, from behind. She whirled, turning opposite the sound, gripping the soft wool tunic of the elf in front of her. He had not expected her to find him. Rumil.
Where was Haldir? He was the hardest to catch. She didn't know how she had sensed him in the forest. He was all but invisible to her now. She clenched her fist, trying to concentrate. They all had stepped away. She could not feel them. Where were they? One still had her knife.
She whirled when she heard the knife. And knew suddenly that it had come from Haldir, from several feet away and he had thrown it like she did, end over end. She crouched quickly, feeling the blade whistle past her ear, and thud into the tree behind her. Her breathing came in gasps. How dare he! She stood up, and felt his arms wrap around her.
"I knew you would not let it hit you." The whispered words sank into her ear, his lips only inches from her.
"I am tired of this game." She was furious. She reached up to untie the blindfold but he caught her wrists, his laughter soft in her ear.
"But I do not tire of it. Patience, Tári." His lips descended on hers, kissing her hungrily, making her toes curl. He was cheating!
"I do not think your wardens have to deal with this kind of test. You are not being fair." She cried, her chest heaving with her frustration.
Soft laughter again. Orophin. He was beside her. "Ah, but life is not fair, you have to make what you will of it, Tári."
"I think I shall have to have word with the Lady of Light. Throwing knives at blindfolded wardens comes pretty close to my bad behavior."
" You are whining." Haldir, spoken with amusement. Bloody elf. She whirled, trying to sense his presence.
She reached up once again. She would play no more, but a hand gripped her wrist again. "You must follow orders, Mouse." Keliar! Light! Him too!
She folded her arms, angrily.
"You are letting your emotions control you." Rúmil.
She sucked in a determined breath. "I am not."
She heard the coins fly into the air, two with sound, two without. But she heard them, and felt them. She whirled, spinning rapidly, and caught them all before they had dropped beyond her shoulders. She dropped them to the ground at her feet.
"I win."
She felt him just moments before his lips descended on hers. His hands slid over her shoulders, his lips pressing hers, demanding her response. How could he kiss her like that with the others there? She moaned softly. He was not playing fair. She was pulled into his arms, and she gripped his tunic. His lips trailed over to her ear. "No, mouse, I think I win." His voice sent shivers down her spine.
"And how do you decide that?" she asked breathlessly, when he released her. He reached up to untie the blind fold, and she blinked at the suddenly bright light. She looked around her. They were alone. She glared at Haldir. He smiled, reaching down to open her hand. One more coin dropped into her palm. Five! He had thrown five!