Chapter 16 - Celebration
Galadriel tapped her long elegant fingers against her lips, first in slight exasperation, second to hide the grin that threatened to erupt at the scene before her. Amusement swept the crystal blue eyes, the picture of Celeborn and Halcyon before her evoking memories she had long put away. The elves were gathering slowly, the soft sigh of their voices rising as the wine began to flow, the sentiment of the gathering elves becoming joyous celebration.
A celebration indeed, for one of their own had returned from certain death. The elves rejoiced. Celeborn especially. Galadriel moved closer, but still far enough away as not to disturb the two elves. Disturb? She laughed to herself; a patrol of demented Orcs would not disturb the two before her, their laughter echoing through the gathering. Memories rushed back into her mind and she sighed.
Celeborn had not always been the dry, droll elf he seemed now. Nay, not Celeborn. She grinned, remembering. He had been gallant, brilliant and ever so confident in his pursuit of her. He had never admitted he might lose the one he sought so reverently. And she had to admit that her own thoughts had been just as serious. He had been arrogant, yes, and impulsive, but only towards her. Galadriel actually giggled, her eyes widening at the sound coming from her own lips. She ignored the surprised glances from the elves near her, and folded her hands into her sleeves, watching Celeborn. How happy he seemed, the light in his eyes had returned. His love for her had always been steadfast, but his love for his friends had been strong as well. Halcyon had been such a friend. His loss had been devastating to Celeborn, and he had become the quiet, staid leader the elves of Lothlórien knew.
"Do you remember that time we traveled to Rivendell to take on Glorfindel and Elrond in the archery contest? Elrond was his second." Celeborn grinned. "I thought Elrond was going to turn purple when he'd found his arrow tips had been weighted. His shots were awful, and he couldn't figure out why." He leaned back, his silver hair glistening in the lamp light, his dark blue eyes sparkling with the memory.
Halcyon grinned, raising his goblet to take another drink, his gray eyes bright with laughter. "Aye, and I seem to remember I took full blame for your prank."
Celeborn frowned, his expression once more haughty and serious. "Of course you did. How unseemly it would be for the husband of our Lady of Light and ruler of Lothlórien to play such games?" His serious expression faltered, wiped away by his snort of laughter. Halcyon scowled playfully, slapping the lord on the back so hard his silver hair flew forward and he had to catch himself on the table. A raised brow toward his long lost friend, and the two were once again immersed in remembrances, their laughter rising above the muted conversation of those near them.
Galadriel shook her head, moving away from the two. She was overjoyed at Halcyon's return, yet she knew her life would no longer be the same. She was going to have to share Celeborn once more. She smiled, knowing that this time she would not mind so much. She tilted her head slightly when she caught sight of her three wardens, the brothers. She gripped her arms beneath her sleeves. What change would Halcyon's return portend for them? All three resembled their father in more than just looks. Attitude, strength, cockiness, they all had it. She stared at Haldir as he made his way through the crowd toward his father. Aye, they all carried parts of their father, but some had hidden that part deep inside.
Haldir sat down on the bench, nodding in greeting to Lord Celeborn and his father. Both elves were looking particularly merry, and Haldir frowned. "Your memories must be very amusing." He sipped his wine, brow rising.
Celeborn frowned, and Halcyon leaned forward, setting his goblet down on the wooden table a bit more harshly than he intended. "Do you frown upon merriment, my son?"
Haldir leaned back slightly, his eyes narrowing. "Nay, I only made an observation, Father."
Halcyon tilted his head, reminding Haldir so much suddenly of Rúmil that he closed his eyes for a moment. "Yet I sense some disapproval? Perhaps it is the sight of your Lord that makes you uncomfortable?" Halcyon smirked, glancing at Celeborn who looked on with amusement.
Haldir slid over, making room for Rúmil and Orophin on the bench. "No disapproval. Indeed, perhaps it is your own emotion you sense."
Halcyon laughed. "Nay, Haldir, your eyes speak volumes. You cannot hide it from me. Your mother spoke her disapproval in just such a way to me often. Do you not know you have her expressions? And her personality? Oh such a serious one she raised, may the stars shine on her where she resides in Valinor." He shook his head.
Orophin wrapped an arm around Haldir's shoulders. "Aye, Haldir is much like our mother, for that is what he has become to us over the years. But do not be fooled by the stern exterior, for some of you still resides within this cold shell of an elf." He grinned, ignoring Haldir's scowl.
Rúmil leaned forward to peer at Haldir from beside Orophin. "Aye, to that I must attest, young Mouse has brought out the humor in our lad once in awhile. You must ask him to tell you of her coin challenge." Rúmil leaned back, deftly avoiding the long arm of his brother.
Halcyon glanced at Celeborn, who only smiled behind his goblet. "Mouse?" Halcyon asked in confusion.
Haldir sighed. "Tári."
"Ah, I see. Young Tári had indeed caught your interest then. And what do you intend with such a slight elf? She does not seem like a mouse to me! Have I missed something?"
Rumil and Orophin both laughed. "Aye, you have missed much." They both snorted, leaning away from Haldir, who chose to ignore them, glaring into his goblet.
Halcyon grinned, leaning toward Haldir to put his hand on his son's shoulder. "Why do you scowl? Are you afraid to show how you feel toward her?" His expression became serious and he tightened his grip on Haldir's shoulder, meeting his son's grey gaze. "Stop hiding what you feel, Haldir. I see it and I have only just returned. If she makes your heart sing, then you must show her. Do you fear the elves will no longer respect you if you allow yourself to be free? I think not? What say you, Celeborn?"
Celeborn leaned forward. "Aye, we have spoken of this before. Haldir and his brothers have earned our respect and admiration ten-fold. Galadriel has often spoke of her desire to see them unwind. It is not often we see Haldir smile."
Haldir shook his head, and made to rise, but the hand on his shoulder tightened. He met his father's gaze.
"You cannot leave, Haldir, for I know you intend to go and sulk. You will sit here and be merry if I have to tie you down and pour goblets of wine down your throat. And then to top that off, I will let the "Mouse" have her way with you." Halcyon grinned, one long silver brow rising in challenge to his son.
Haldir's chin rose, and he smiled such a wicked smile that Halcyon stared for a moment. "I am sure Tári would enjoy having such an opportunity, but I will stay." He lifted his goblet, staring back at his father. The challenge was met. Halcyon grinned, raising his own goblet in salute.
Tári slid through the tangle of shimmering silks and linens, leaning around bodies to spy the elf she sought. The celebration had run long into the night, and she'd spent most of it with Keliar and Brenna, watching along with most of the other elves, the group in the center of the gathering. She shook her head in amazement. She'd not believe it if she had not seen them with her own eyes. Laughter swept through the crowd as one of the elves slammed his goblet onto the table. Rúmil. He leaned back unsteadily, watching as it was refilled by an elf behind him. Their voices had grown loud, boasting of exploits perhaps some would have preferred to have left unsaid. Tomorrow they would rue their loose tongues.
She grinned, aware that Haldir was as deeply inebriated as she'd ever seen him. She laughed, catching Keliar's amused glance when Orophin stood up, his eyes growing wide as his feet tangled in the legs of the bench and fell backward with a loud grunt. Aranel's presence at his side soothed ruffled feelings, and he rose unsteadily, leaning heavily on the Laiquendi elf maiden. A salute to his father, and a wavering gesture of respect to Celeborn, and they disappeared into the tangle of bodies behind them.
How much longer would they last? They all rose as if they'd heard her thought. Celeborn wrapped an arm around Halcyon, and they staggered in a circle, laughing as they attempted to gain control of their feet. Haldir stood still for a moment, and Tári could sense his effort to control his own wavering sense of balance. Rúmil broke Haldir's concentration when he stumbled against him, and they both staggered backward to sprawl on the grass. The ensuing scuffle had Tári holding her side in response to the aching laughter.
She swept around the outside of the circle of elves, weaving through the tangle. Haldir had risen and stood scanning the crowd. The elves had begun to dance, their intricate patterns and weaving separating her from Haldir. Would he dance? Tári grinned as she caught the eye of one of the Laiquendi maidens. She answered with a brief nod, and swept toward Haldir. Tári slid behind the elves in front of her, peeking around them to watch her friend.
Haldir looked down at the Laiquendi maiden, his disappointment hidden. Where was she? He'd looked for her all night and had not seen Tári at all. Was she angry with him? She had avoided him since their return. He bowed to the young maid, meaning to refuse her request to dance, but the elf took his bow as agreement and pulled him into the weave of dancers. He hated to dance. Dancing made him uncomfortable, the music pounding into his head. He stepped aside, allowing the train of elves to pass, and entered the steps as required, if a bit unsteadily. He smiled at the young Laiquendi when their steps met, his eyes scanning the crowd when they did not. His eyes narrowed, seeing a small flash of white hair. Tári's height gave her away, but he only caught a glimpse. His lips curled at the corners.
The dance ended and he bowed to the young elf, intending to seek out Tári. He turned only to bump into a Lothlórien elf maid he knew. She did not even ask, only gripped his hand and pulled him into the next set. Not wanting to be rude and walk away, he smiled politely, and completely missed the amused glance the maid sent to Tári behind his back.
The dancers weaved rapidly, the music of this dance lively and quick. Haldir had to concentrate, his mind growing slightly foggy. Ah, another glimpse of the reclusive maid. His eyes widened. What in Mordor was she wearing? He spun around, almost knocking the two elves beside him over, but was pushed back into line by the laughing elves. They were conspiring against him.
Another set, another maid, and Haldir began to understand. He smiled, polite as ever, but his eyes began to glitter. The elf maid in this dance smiled up at him, but the smile faltered when his grey gaze settled on her. It was almost laughable how quickly she disappeared into the crowd when they were done. Haldir avoided the next maid who approached him, weaving, if slightly unsteadily, through the crowd. His gaze had narrowed, and the elves that met his gaze stepped back without thought.
Through the tangle of bodies, Tári caught sight of Haldir amidst the dancing elves in the center of the clearing. She smiled, weaving through the elves, keeping the dancers between them. She could feel Haldir's gaze following her and she sensed his frustration. The maids with whom he had danced gathered around Tári and they swept forward, joining the dancers.
Tári spun around, her skirts flying out with her movement, then turned to find herself facing Haldir. In the steps of the dance, he gripped her waist, his silver grey eyes slowly caressing her body. Tári shivered at his expression, the possessive gaze locking with hers.
"You've been avoiding me."
Tári smiled, ignoring the hand that gripped her waist so tightly. "Avoiding you? Whatever gave you that idea?"
Haldir twirled her around in a circle, bumping into the next pair. The elves grinned and backed away. He glared down at Tári. "I am not a fool."
Tári bit back the retort that sprang to her lips as they bumped into another pair. Haldir studiously ignored their grins. His feet were not very responsive and Tári meant to take advantage of his slow response to slide out of his grasp. He must have read her mind, for he gripped her more tightly.
"I wonder if Lord Tathar approves of his daughter's mode of dress this eve?" Haldir whispered as they circled around each other, his hand firmly gripping her waist still.
Tári grinned. "I think so. He said I remind him of Mother." She laughed at his scowl. The music had grown sultry, weaving its story into the blood. Haldir pulled Tári against him, and she closed her eyes at the feel of the long lean body held closely against hers. The next steps separated them and she opened her eyes, the loss of his heat making her shiver. They moved through the dance steps, coming together once more. Haldir gripped her hand, pulling her around him, sliding his arm around her waist again.
"So he doesn't mind that you reveal so much?"
Tári smiled innocently. "Reveal what, Haldir? I am fully clothed."
Haldir smiled as well, his silver eyes darkening with hunger. "If you want to call it that."
Tári shrugged, sliding her hands along his chest as they moved along the line. "I don't see anyone staring."
Haldir snorted softly. "They know they'd have to answer to me."
Tári laughed, twisting under his arms in the next step. "Answer to you? Why would they have to do that? We are not married."
Haldir lips grazed her hair, and he spun her to face him, pulling her out of the line of dancers. "Nay, not yet."
Tári stared up at the tall elf in front of her. What was he saying? He grinned at her, and she stepped back when he leaned toward her, knowing he intended to kiss her. Tári smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck, and kissed his cheek. His expression changed from one of desire to surprise when she stepped back and laughed quietly, slipping a long scarf from her shoulder.
"It's time I returned a favor, March Warden. How well do you think you know me, my handsome elf?" She giggled, ignoring Haldir's scowl. She gripped the scarf, sliding the silky fabric over his shoulder, brushing lightly against his cheek. Several of the elves he'd danced with approached and Haldir's eyes narrowed. Tári walked around behind Haldir, sliding the scarf gently over his eyes and tying the fabric tightly. "You remember our coin toss, March Warden. Well, I've come up with my own version. You will participate until I say you are done, or I will refuse to come near you for another week," she pursed her lips, "hmm, or maybe longer yet. Agreed?"
"What are you doing, Tári? You may not like the consequences of this," Haldir said quietly, sensing the stillness of the crowd around him. He reached out to the maid beside him, realizing in that instant that it was not Tári. The elf giggled, brushing her hand along his cheek again. When had they changed positions? He straightened, but his mind was bleary from the wine, his sense of balance teetering without his eyesight to guide him to what was up and down. He planted his feet, folding his arms across his chest, refusing to succumb to the dizziness or Tári's game.
Another soft touch on his hands. He breathed deep, Tári's perfume wafted into his head and he gripped the elf before him. Her soft laughter told him he had guessed wrong again. He smiled at her inventiveness. She had thought this out well. And used his inebriation to her advantage. Why?
"So what does this prove?" he asked, sensing another at his side, but at the touch of her hair knew it was not Tári.
"I need to know how much you want me, Haldir. Would you know me among the others?" Her voice tickled his senses, but she eluded his grasp.
"So this is how you tell?" he growled, but softened the harsh tone with a wry smile. "I do not think I mind so much." He grinned, gripping the nearest elf, pulling her against him. Her gasp of surprise amused him, and her breathless response to his kiss made him laugh quietly. They were not expecting that.
Tári scowled when Haldir kissed another, clearly enjoying the challenge all too much. She slid into the group, attempting to slide around Haldir when he reached out with a quickness that surprised her, pulling her against him. Oh! That was not fair!
"You're not done yet, Haldir," she grumbled when he reached up to slide the scarf over his head.
Haldir laughed quietly, ignoring her words. He stared down at the maid in his arms. "Would you rather I kissed all of them, pretending I did not know it was not you?" he said and pulled her closer.
Tári pouted. "Nay, I would not."
Haldir's gaze swept the amused crowd to focus on Lord Tathar. He stood quietly beside Celeborn and Halcyon, watching him closely. What would they expect from the staid March Warden, he wondered. He decided he would speak with Tathar, and stepped toward him when he caught Tári's amused smile out of the corner of his eye, and spun rapidly around. A terrible mistake, he realized, when his balance deserted him and his feet became entangled with the female elves that had surrounded him and they all fell back into the grass. The maids' laughter rang out amid the others watching the spectacle of the March Warden lying flat on his back.
Haldir winced, hoping he had not landed on anything delicate and unable to take his weight. He began to rise only to find the trees spinning around him. His eyes narrowed when Tári rolled out from beneath his legs to peer into his face.
"You seem to have a problem with your balance. Do I have to help you to your talan?" Tári whispered loudly. The other maids tittered, their hands smoothing the long silver locks of hair that lay over them. Haldir had not moved again. In fact he had closed his eyes.
"Haldir, are you awake?" Tári tapped him on his nose, but Haldir did not respond. Evelyn leaned forward, the Laiquendi who'd danced with Haldir first. She stared at the elf and grinned at Tári.
"I think he's out, dear. So much for your fun tonight."
Tári scowled in response and sighed. "Aye, but I cannot drag him to his talan."
"I don't think that will be necessary." Halcyon stood behind them, a small wooden bucket dangling from his fingers. His smile grew wide when Tári scrambled to her feet. The water flew from the upturned bucket to drench Haldir and he gasped with outrage, sitting up. The silver gaze was merciless when it settled on his father, who continued to dangle the bucket unconcernedly.
"That was uncalled for," Haldir growled, rising unsteadily.
Halcyon laughed, his own steps unsteady when he stepped closer. "Aye, it was. But unless you prefer to sleep in the clearing tonight, I suggest you find your bed."
Haldir straightened, peeling the wet tunic away from his chest. "Ah, my bed. I find I'd like Tári in my bed." He grinned, turning toward Tári with a wink.
Halcyon sighed heavily with a grin, shaking his head. "Of that I have no doubt, but tonight it will be empty. The poor lass will be lucky if you make it to your talan."
Halcyon and Celeborn helped Haldir to his talan, if helping could be said of what they did. More likely it was a case of drag and stumble, but the three elves finally made it to the high talan of the March Warden. Tári slipped behind them, but found her way blocked by Halcyon.
"I think you would be better to stay the night elsewhere, little mouse." Halcyon grinned, leaning casually against the doorframe in the same manner Haldir had often used. Tári smiled back.
"So there is nothing to be done? No washing of foreheads, holding hands to ease his pain?" She laughed at Halcyon's sigh.
"Dear child, Haldir will undoubtedly rue the effects of the wine. He will not be a friendly soul, I am sure."
"And you think that frightens me?" Tári asked.
Halcyon stared at her for a moment. "Haldir's temper does not concern you?"
Tári smiled. "Nay, Halcyon. For I have driven him far over the edge of his temper more than once, and harm me he has not."
Halcyon moved aside as Celeborn shut the door, his gaze meeting Tári's briefly. "The maid seems unconcerned about Haldir's temperament."
Celeborn smiled. "If anyone can handle Haldir, it is this one, Halcyon. He can do no wrong tonight. If she wishes to sit by his side, I see nothing amiss." Celeborn winked at Tári. "Indeed, I think they have gone far beyond that level long ago." He leaned down to kiss Tári's cheek, and patted her on the head.
Halcyon stared at Celeborn in dismay, then glared at Tári. "And your father knows of this?"
Tári sighed. So like a father to find such a fault. "Halcyon, I am not a child."
Halcyon frowned, the silver brows furrowed over gray eyes so like Haldir's. "Do you love my son?"
Tári slid her arms around Halcyon's neck, kissing his cheek. "Aye, I have loved him for a long time, my lord." She winked, and opened the door to step inside. "It's your son who has to decide where we go from here, for I would follow him anywhere."
She stepped inside, shutting the door with a soft click and Halcyon stood there for a moment. Ah, it was good to be back, he thought merrily, hurrying down the stairs to catch up to Celeborn.
Tári sat down near the bed. Haldir lay sprawled on top of the coverlet, still fully clothed, although minus his boots. She was debating whether she should help him undress when he turned his head toward her and rolled over with a groan. She giggled at his obvious discomfort.
"You laugh, Mouse?" he growled softly, his silver eyes narrowed.
"Aye, I pity you none."
Haldir rolled back over onto his back, flinging his arm over his eyes. "Then perhaps you should leave," he grumbled.
Tári giggled again, but rose, dipping a cloth in the water basin near the bed. She climbed onto the bed and laid the cloth over Haldir's forehead. "It will be a rare moment to see you so indisposed. I cannot help but be amused."
Haldir pressed the cloth over his eyes with a sigh, his silver blond hair splayed over the pillows. Tári smoothed the long silky strands, leaning on the pillow next to him. "A moment I care not to soon repeat." He pushed the cloth back onto his forehead and stared at Tári with eyes that still glittered hungrily.
"You are in no condition to do what you are thinking, Haldir," Tári murmured when his arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her next to him.
Haldir slid his hand into her hair, nuzzling her ear lobe. "And what is it that I am thinking, Mouse?" He sighed, pulling her tightly against him. "I only wish to have you close. Would you deny me that?"
Tári smiled, snuggling against Haldir. "Nay, for it is what I want as well." She felt him relax and looked up to see his eyes had closed. Tári leaned forward to kiss his lips softly. Aye, she would follow this elf anywhere, into the fires of Mount Doom if he asked. She slid down, laying her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. What would the Valar bring them tomorrow?
The sun was high when Tári woke with a start, realizing Haldir was gone. She sighed, smoothing the wrinkled fabric of her dress. She slid out of the bed, moving toward the door when it opened and Haldir strode inside. One look told her he still felt the effects of the wine, but was stoically ignoring it.
"Has Galadriel refused to ease your pain?" Tári asked, keeping her distance when he glared at her.
"Nay, for I have not asked her."
Tári fought back a smile. "So you would rather suffer? Would you make your wardens suffer so?"
Haldir glanced at her. "Nay, I would not allow it."
Tári poured him some water and handed it to him. "Then you should seek out the Lady."
Haldir sipped the water, one dark brow rising in amusement. "Well, if Celeborn is any kind of example, I fear she has no qualms on making me suffer."
Tári giggled. "I think we saw a different side of the Lord of Lothlórien last night. He was very funny, as were you."
Haldir turned toward her, his grey eyes glinting in the morning sun. "Aye, I have been told as much this morning." He smiled, reaching out to grip her wrist to pull her close. He slid his hand along the back of her neck, pulling her forward to kiss her. "I would rather not remember it."
Tári pushed on his chest to look up at him. "Are you concerned with what the elves think of you?" His narrowed eyes gave her his answer. Tári poked a finger into his chest. "You are still March Warden, and are still held in their highest regard. Do you think less of Lord Celeborn or your father for their merriment?"
Haldir sighed, pulling her tightly against him. "Nay, I do not." He smoothed the long white hair, and kissed the top of her head, earning him an irritated glance. Haldir grinned, sliding his hands along side of Tári's face. "I have some things to do this morn, but want you to meet me later this eve. Promise me you will?"
Tári closed her eyes as he brushed his lips gently over hers. "Only if you promise to seek out the Lady."
Haldir chuckled softly. "I am yours to command, Mouse. Sunset, near the river?"
Tári nodded, reaching up to wrap her arms around his neck. "Sunset." She whispered as his lips descended to hers, demanding, hungry. When the kiss finally ended, he stepped back with a grin, leaving her breathless, and turned to stride out the door. Tári watched him leap effortlessly down the stair, her fingers brushing lips that hungered for more. Sunset, she sighed, such a long wait.
Galadriel tapped her long elegant fingers against her lips, first in slight exasperation, second to hide the grin that threatened to erupt at the scene before her. Amusement swept the crystal blue eyes, the picture of Celeborn and Halcyon before her evoking memories she had long put away. The elves were gathering slowly, the soft sigh of their voices rising as the wine began to flow, the sentiment of the gathering elves becoming joyous celebration.
A celebration indeed, for one of their own had returned from certain death. The elves rejoiced. Celeborn especially. Galadriel moved closer, but still far enough away as not to disturb the two elves. Disturb? She laughed to herself; a patrol of demented Orcs would not disturb the two before her, their laughter echoing through the gathering. Memories rushed back into her mind and she sighed.
Celeborn had not always been the dry, droll elf he seemed now. Nay, not Celeborn. She grinned, remembering. He had been gallant, brilliant and ever so confident in his pursuit of her. He had never admitted he might lose the one he sought so reverently. And she had to admit that her own thoughts had been just as serious. He had been arrogant, yes, and impulsive, but only towards her. Galadriel actually giggled, her eyes widening at the sound coming from her own lips. She ignored the surprised glances from the elves near her, and folded her hands into her sleeves, watching Celeborn. How happy he seemed, the light in his eyes had returned. His love for her had always been steadfast, but his love for his friends had been strong as well. Halcyon had been such a friend. His loss had been devastating to Celeborn, and he had become the quiet, staid leader the elves of Lothlórien knew.
"Do you remember that time we traveled to Rivendell to take on Glorfindel and Elrond in the archery contest? Elrond was his second." Celeborn grinned. "I thought Elrond was going to turn purple when he'd found his arrow tips had been weighted. His shots were awful, and he couldn't figure out why." He leaned back, his silver hair glistening in the lamp light, his dark blue eyes sparkling with the memory.
Halcyon grinned, raising his goblet to take another drink, his gray eyes bright with laughter. "Aye, and I seem to remember I took full blame for your prank."
Celeborn frowned, his expression once more haughty and serious. "Of course you did. How unseemly it would be for the husband of our Lady of Light and ruler of Lothlórien to play such games?" His serious expression faltered, wiped away by his snort of laughter. Halcyon scowled playfully, slapping the lord on the back so hard his silver hair flew forward and he had to catch himself on the table. A raised brow toward his long lost friend, and the two were once again immersed in remembrances, their laughter rising above the muted conversation of those near them.
Galadriel shook her head, moving away from the two. She was overjoyed at Halcyon's return, yet she knew her life would no longer be the same. She was going to have to share Celeborn once more. She smiled, knowing that this time she would not mind so much. She tilted her head slightly when she caught sight of her three wardens, the brothers. She gripped her arms beneath her sleeves. What change would Halcyon's return portend for them? All three resembled their father in more than just looks. Attitude, strength, cockiness, they all had it. She stared at Haldir as he made his way through the crowd toward his father. Aye, they all carried parts of their father, but some had hidden that part deep inside.
Haldir sat down on the bench, nodding in greeting to Lord Celeborn and his father. Both elves were looking particularly merry, and Haldir frowned. "Your memories must be very amusing." He sipped his wine, brow rising.
Celeborn frowned, and Halcyon leaned forward, setting his goblet down on the wooden table a bit more harshly than he intended. "Do you frown upon merriment, my son?"
Haldir leaned back slightly, his eyes narrowing. "Nay, I only made an observation, Father."
Halcyon tilted his head, reminding Haldir so much suddenly of Rúmil that he closed his eyes for a moment. "Yet I sense some disapproval? Perhaps it is the sight of your Lord that makes you uncomfortable?" Halcyon smirked, glancing at Celeborn who looked on with amusement.
Haldir slid over, making room for Rúmil and Orophin on the bench. "No disapproval. Indeed, perhaps it is your own emotion you sense."
Halcyon laughed. "Nay, Haldir, your eyes speak volumes. You cannot hide it from me. Your mother spoke her disapproval in just such a way to me often. Do you not know you have her expressions? And her personality? Oh such a serious one she raised, may the stars shine on her where she resides in Valinor." He shook his head.
Orophin wrapped an arm around Haldir's shoulders. "Aye, Haldir is much like our mother, for that is what he has become to us over the years. But do not be fooled by the stern exterior, for some of you still resides within this cold shell of an elf." He grinned, ignoring Haldir's scowl.
Rúmil leaned forward to peer at Haldir from beside Orophin. "Aye, to that I must attest, young Mouse has brought out the humor in our lad once in awhile. You must ask him to tell you of her coin challenge." Rúmil leaned back, deftly avoiding the long arm of his brother.
Halcyon glanced at Celeborn, who only smiled behind his goblet. "Mouse?" Halcyon asked in confusion.
Haldir sighed. "Tári."
"Ah, I see. Young Tári had indeed caught your interest then. And what do you intend with such a slight elf? She does not seem like a mouse to me! Have I missed something?"
Rumil and Orophin both laughed. "Aye, you have missed much." They both snorted, leaning away from Haldir, who chose to ignore them, glaring into his goblet.
Halcyon grinned, leaning toward Haldir to put his hand on his son's shoulder. "Why do you scowl? Are you afraid to show how you feel toward her?" His expression became serious and he tightened his grip on Haldir's shoulder, meeting his son's grey gaze. "Stop hiding what you feel, Haldir. I see it and I have only just returned. If she makes your heart sing, then you must show her. Do you fear the elves will no longer respect you if you allow yourself to be free? I think not? What say you, Celeborn?"
Celeborn leaned forward. "Aye, we have spoken of this before. Haldir and his brothers have earned our respect and admiration ten-fold. Galadriel has often spoke of her desire to see them unwind. It is not often we see Haldir smile."
Haldir shook his head, and made to rise, but the hand on his shoulder tightened. He met his father's gaze.
"You cannot leave, Haldir, for I know you intend to go and sulk. You will sit here and be merry if I have to tie you down and pour goblets of wine down your throat. And then to top that off, I will let the "Mouse" have her way with you." Halcyon grinned, one long silver brow rising in challenge to his son.
Haldir's chin rose, and he smiled such a wicked smile that Halcyon stared for a moment. "I am sure Tári would enjoy having such an opportunity, but I will stay." He lifted his goblet, staring back at his father. The challenge was met. Halcyon grinned, raising his own goblet in salute.
Tári slid through the tangle of shimmering silks and linens, leaning around bodies to spy the elf she sought. The celebration had run long into the night, and she'd spent most of it with Keliar and Brenna, watching along with most of the other elves, the group in the center of the gathering. She shook her head in amazement. She'd not believe it if she had not seen them with her own eyes. Laughter swept through the crowd as one of the elves slammed his goblet onto the table. Rúmil. He leaned back unsteadily, watching as it was refilled by an elf behind him. Their voices had grown loud, boasting of exploits perhaps some would have preferred to have left unsaid. Tomorrow they would rue their loose tongues.
She grinned, aware that Haldir was as deeply inebriated as she'd ever seen him. She laughed, catching Keliar's amused glance when Orophin stood up, his eyes growing wide as his feet tangled in the legs of the bench and fell backward with a loud grunt. Aranel's presence at his side soothed ruffled feelings, and he rose unsteadily, leaning heavily on the Laiquendi elf maiden. A salute to his father, and a wavering gesture of respect to Celeborn, and they disappeared into the tangle of bodies behind them.
How much longer would they last? They all rose as if they'd heard her thought. Celeborn wrapped an arm around Halcyon, and they staggered in a circle, laughing as they attempted to gain control of their feet. Haldir stood still for a moment, and Tári could sense his effort to control his own wavering sense of balance. Rúmil broke Haldir's concentration when he stumbled against him, and they both staggered backward to sprawl on the grass. The ensuing scuffle had Tári holding her side in response to the aching laughter.
She swept around the outside of the circle of elves, weaving through the tangle. Haldir had risen and stood scanning the crowd. The elves had begun to dance, their intricate patterns and weaving separating her from Haldir. Would he dance? Tári grinned as she caught the eye of one of the Laiquendi maidens. She answered with a brief nod, and swept toward Haldir. Tári slid behind the elves in front of her, peeking around them to watch her friend.
Haldir looked down at the Laiquendi maiden, his disappointment hidden. Where was she? He'd looked for her all night and had not seen Tári at all. Was she angry with him? She had avoided him since their return. He bowed to the young maid, meaning to refuse her request to dance, but the elf took his bow as agreement and pulled him into the weave of dancers. He hated to dance. Dancing made him uncomfortable, the music pounding into his head. He stepped aside, allowing the train of elves to pass, and entered the steps as required, if a bit unsteadily. He smiled at the young Laiquendi when their steps met, his eyes scanning the crowd when they did not. His eyes narrowed, seeing a small flash of white hair. Tári's height gave her away, but he only caught a glimpse. His lips curled at the corners.
The dance ended and he bowed to the young elf, intending to seek out Tári. He turned only to bump into a Lothlórien elf maid he knew. She did not even ask, only gripped his hand and pulled him into the next set. Not wanting to be rude and walk away, he smiled politely, and completely missed the amused glance the maid sent to Tári behind his back.
The dancers weaved rapidly, the music of this dance lively and quick. Haldir had to concentrate, his mind growing slightly foggy. Ah, another glimpse of the reclusive maid. His eyes widened. What in Mordor was she wearing? He spun around, almost knocking the two elves beside him over, but was pushed back into line by the laughing elves. They were conspiring against him.
Another set, another maid, and Haldir began to understand. He smiled, polite as ever, but his eyes began to glitter. The elf maid in this dance smiled up at him, but the smile faltered when his grey gaze settled on her. It was almost laughable how quickly she disappeared into the crowd when they were done. Haldir avoided the next maid who approached him, weaving, if slightly unsteadily, through the crowd. His gaze had narrowed, and the elves that met his gaze stepped back without thought.
Through the tangle of bodies, Tári caught sight of Haldir amidst the dancing elves in the center of the clearing. She smiled, weaving through the elves, keeping the dancers between them. She could feel Haldir's gaze following her and she sensed his frustration. The maids with whom he had danced gathered around Tári and they swept forward, joining the dancers.
Tári spun around, her skirts flying out with her movement, then turned to find herself facing Haldir. In the steps of the dance, he gripped her waist, his silver grey eyes slowly caressing her body. Tári shivered at his expression, the possessive gaze locking with hers.
"You've been avoiding me."
Tári smiled, ignoring the hand that gripped her waist so tightly. "Avoiding you? Whatever gave you that idea?"
Haldir twirled her around in a circle, bumping into the next pair. The elves grinned and backed away. He glared down at Tári. "I am not a fool."
Tári bit back the retort that sprang to her lips as they bumped into another pair. Haldir studiously ignored their grins. His feet were not very responsive and Tári meant to take advantage of his slow response to slide out of his grasp. He must have read her mind, for he gripped her more tightly.
"I wonder if Lord Tathar approves of his daughter's mode of dress this eve?" Haldir whispered as they circled around each other, his hand firmly gripping her waist still.
Tári grinned. "I think so. He said I remind him of Mother." She laughed at his scowl. The music had grown sultry, weaving its story into the blood. Haldir pulled Tári against him, and she closed her eyes at the feel of the long lean body held closely against hers. The next steps separated them and she opened her eyes, the loss of his heat making her shiver. They moved through the dance steps, coming together once more. Haldir gripped her hand, pulling her around him, sliding his arm around her waist again.
"So he doesn't mind that you reveal so much?"
Tári smiled innocently. "Reveal what, Haldir? I am fully clothed."
Haldir smiled as well, his silver eyes darkening with hunger. "If you want to call it that."
Tári shrugged, sliding her hands along his chest as they moved along the line. "I don't see anyone staring."
Haldir snorted softly. "They know they'd have to answer to me."
Tári laughed, twisting under his arms in the next step. "Answer to you? Why would they have to do that? We are not married."
Haldir lips grazed her hair, and he spun her to face him, pulling her out of the line of dancers. "Nay, not yet."
Tári stared up at the tall elf in front of her. What was he saying? He grinned at her, and she stepped back when he leaned toward her, knowing he intended to kiss her. Tári smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck, and kissed his cheek. His expression changed from one of desire to surprise when she stepped back and laughed quietly, slipping a long scarf from her shoulder.
"It's time I returned a favor, March Warden. How well do you think you know me, my handsome elf?" She giggled, ignoring Haldir's scowl. She gripped the scarf, sliding the silky fabric over his shoulder, brushing lightly against his cheek. Several of the elves he'd danced with approached and Haldir's eyes narrowed. Tári walked around behind Haldir, sliding the scarf gently over his eyes and tying the fabric tightly. "You remember our coin toss, March Warden. Well, I've come up with my own version. You will participate until I say you are done, or I will refuse to come near you for another week," she pursed her lips, "hmm, or maybe longer yet. Agreed?"
"What are you doing, Tári? You may not like the consequences of this," Haldir said quietly, sensing the stillness of the crowd around him. He reached out to the maid beside him, realizing in that instant that it was not Tári. The elf giggled, brushing her hand along his cheek again. When had they changed positions? He straightened, but his mind was bleary from the wine, his sense of balance teetering without his eyesight to guide him to what was up and down. He planted his feet, folding his arms across his chest, refusing to succumb to the dizziness or Tári's game.
Another soft touch on his hands. He breathed deep, Tári's perfume wafted into his head and he gripped the elf before him. Her soft laughter told him he had guessed wrong again. He smiled at her inventiveness. She had thought this out well. And used his inebriation to her advantage. Why?
"So what does this prove?" he asked, sensing another at his side, but at the touch of her hair knew it was not Tári.
"I need to know how much you want me, Haldir. Would you know me among the others?" Her voice tickled his senses, but she eluded his grasp.
"So this is how you tell?" he growled, but softened the harsh tone with a wry smile. "I do not think I mind so much." He grinned, gripping the nearest elf, pulling her against him. Her gasp of surprise amused him, and her breathless response to his kiss made him laugh quietly. They were not expecting that.
Tári scowled when Haldir kissed another, clearly enjoying the challenge all too much. She slid into the group, attempting to slide around Haldir when he reached out with a quickness that surprised her, pulling her against him. Oh! That was not fair!
"You're not done yet, Haldir," she grumbled when he reached up to slide the scarf over his head.
Haldir laughed quietly, ignoring her words. He stared down at the maid in his arms. "Would you rather I kissed all of them, pretending I did not know it was not you?" he said and pulled her closer.
Tári pouted. "Nay, I would not."
Haldir's gaze swept the amused crowd to focus on Lord Tathar. He stood quietly beside Celeborn and Halcyon, watching him closely. What would they expect from the staid March Warden, he wondered. He decided he would speak with Tathar, and stepped toward him when he caught Tári's amused smile out of the corner of his eye, and spun rapidly around. A terrible mistake, he realized, when his balance deserted him and his feet became entangled with the female elves that had surrounded him and they all fell back into the grass. The maids' laughter rang out amid the others watching the spectacle of the March Warden lying flat on his back.
Haldir winced, hoping he had not landed on anything delicate and unable to take his weight. He began to rise only to find the trees spinning around him. His eyes narrowed when Tári rolled out from beneath his legs to peer into his face.
"You seem to have a problem with your balance. Do I have to help you to your talan?" Tári whispered loudly. The other maids tittered, their hands smoothing the long silver locks of hair that lay over them. Haldir had not moved again. In fact he had closed his eyes.
"Haldir, are you awake?" Tári tapped him on his nose, but Haldir did not respond. Evelyn leaned forward, the Laiquendi who'd danced with Haldir first. She stared at the elf and grinned at Tári.
"I think he's out, dear. So much for your fun tonight."
Tári scowled in response and sighed. "Aye, but I cannot drag him to his talan."
"I don't think that will be necessary." Halcyon stood behind them, a small wooden bucket dangling from his fingers. His smile grew wide when Tári scrambled to her feet. The water flew from the upturned bucket to drench Haldir and he gasped with outrage, sitting up. The silver gaze was merciless when it settled on his father, who continued to dangle the bucket unconcernedly.
"That was uncalled for," Haldir growled, rising unsteadily.
Halcyon laughed, his own steps unsteady when he stepped closer. "Aye, it was. But unless you prefer to sleep in the clearing tonight, I suggest you find your bed."
Haldir straightened, peeling the wet tunic away from his chest. "Ah, my bed. I find I'd like Tári in my bed." He grinned, turning toward Tári with a wink.
Halcyon sighed heavily with a grin, shaking his head. "Of that I have no doubt, but tonight it will be empty. The poor lass will be lucky if you make it to your talan."
Halcyon and Celeborn helped Haldir to his talan, if helping could be said of what they did. More likely it was a case of drag and stumble, but the three elves finally made it to the high talan of the March Warden. Tári slipped behind them, but found her way blocked by Halcyon.
"I think you would be better to stay the night elsewhere, little mouse." Halcyon grinned, leaning casually against the doorframe in the same manner Haldir had often used. Tári smiled back.
"So there is nothing to be done? No washing of foreheads, holding hands to ease his pain?" She laughed at Halcyon's sigh.
"Dear child, Haldir will undoubtedly rue the effects of the wine. He will not be a friendly soul, I am sure."
"And you think that frightens me?" Tári asked.
Halcyon stared at her for a moment. "Haldir's temper does not concern you?"
Tári smiled. "Nay, Halcyon. For I have driven him far over the edge of his temper more than once, and harm me he has not."
Halcyon moved aside as Celeborn shut the door, his gaze meeting Tári's briefly. "The maid seems unconcerned about Haldir's temperament."
Celeborn smiled. "If anyone can handle Haldir, it is this one, Halcyon. He can do no wrong tonight. If she wishes to sit by his side, I see nothing amiss." Celeborn winked at Tári. "Indeed, I think they have gone far beyond that level long ago." He leaned down to kiss Tári's cheek, and patted her on the head.
Halcyon stared at Celeborn in dismay, then glared at Tári. "And your father knows of this?"
Tári sighed. So like a father to find such a fault. "Halcyon, I am not a child."
Halcyon frowned, the silver brows furrowed over gray eyes so like Haldir's. "Do you love my son?"
Tári slid her arms around Halcyon's neck, kissing his cheek. "Aye, I have loved him for a long time, my lord." She winked, and opened the door to step inside. "It's your son who has to decide where we go from here, for I would follow him anywhere."
She stepped inside, shutting the door with a soft click and Halcyon stood there for a moment. Ah, it was good to be back, he thought merrily, hurrying down the stairs to catch up to Celeborn.
Tári sat down near the bed. Haldir lay sprawled on top of the coverlet, still fully clothed, although minus his boots. She was debating whether she should help him undress when he turned his head toward her and rolled over with a groan. She giggled at his obvious discomfort.
"You laugh, Mouse?" he growled softly, his silver eyes narrowed.
"Aye, I pity you none."
Haldir rolled back over onto his back, flinging his arm over his eyes. "Then perhaps you should leave," he grumbled.
Tári giggled again, but rose, dipping a cloth in the water basin near the bed. She climbed onto the bed and laid the cloth over Haldir's forehead. "It will be a rare moment to see you so indisposed. I cannot help but be amused."
Haldir pressed the cloth over his eyes with a sigh, his silver blond hair splayed over the pillows. Tári smoothed the long silky strands, leaning on the pillow next to him. "A moment I care not to soon repeat." He pushed the cloth back onto his forehead and stared at Tári with eyes that still glittered hungrily.
"You are in no condition to do what you are thinking, Haldir," Tári murmured when his arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her next to him.
Haldir slid his hand into her hair, nuzzling her ear lobe. "And what is it that I am thinking, Mouse?" He sighed, pulling her tightly against him. "I only wish to have you close. Would you deny me that?"
Tári smiled, snuggling against Haldir. "Nay, for it is what I want as well." She felt him relax and looked up to see his eyes had closed. Tári leaned forward to kiss his lips softly. Aye, she would follow this elf anywhere, into the fires of Mount Doom if he asked. She slid down, laying her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. What would the Valar bring them tomorrow?
The sun was high when Tári woke with a start, realizing Haldir was gone. She sighed, smoothing the wrinkled fabric of her dress. She slid out of the bed, moving toward the door when it opened and Haldir strode inside. One look told her he still felt the effects of the wine, but was stoically ignoring it.
"Has Galadriel refused to ease your pain?" Tári asked, keeping her distance when he glared at her.
"Nay, for I have not asked her."
Tári fought back a smile. "So you would rather suffer? Would you make your wardens suffer so?"
Haldir glanced at her. "Nay, I would not allow it."
Tári poured him some water and handed it to him. "Then you should seek out the Lady."
Haldir sipped the water, one dark brow rising in amusement. "Well, if Celeborn is any kind of example, I fear she has no qualms on making me suffer."
Tári giggled. "I think we saw a different side of the Lord of Lothlórien last night. He was very funny, as were you."
Haldir turned toward her, his grey eyes glinting in the morning sun. "Aye, I have been told as much this morning." He smiled, reaching out to grip her wrist to pull her close. He slid his hand along the back of her neck, pulling her forward to kiss her. "I would rather not remember it."
Tári pushed on his chest to look up at him. "Are you concerned with what the elves think of you?" His narrowed eyes gave her his answer. Tári poked a finger into his chest. "You are still March Warden, and are still held in their highest regard. Do you think less of Lord Celeborn or your father for their merriment?"
Haldir sighed, pulling her tightly against him. "Nay, I do not." He smoothed the long white hair, and kissed the top of her head, earning him an irritated glance. Haldir grinned, sliding his hands along side of Tári's face. "I have some things to do this morn, but want you to meet me later this eve. Promise me you will?"
Tári closed her eyes as he brushed his lips gently over hers. "Only if you promise to seek out the Lady."
Haldir chuckled softly. "I am yours to command, Mouse. Sunset, near the river?"
Tári nodded, reaching up to wrap her arms around his neck. "Sunset." She whispered as his lips descended to hers, demanding, hungry. When the kiss finally ended, he stepped back with a grin, leaving her breathless, and turned to stride out the door. Tári watched him leap effortlessly down the stair, her fingers brushing lips that hungered for more. Sunset, she sighed, such a long wait.