Chapter Seventeen
Tári brushed aside the flowers that hung so fully over the hidden cave, its darkness reminding her too much of the drow world they had recently left behind. How long would it take for that memory to fade? Although their return was joyous, she would never forget the dark world of her father's people. She pushed aside the dark thoughts, focusing on the emotions that drew her forward. Haldir was ahead, she could sense him, but also something else she couldn't quite put her finger on.
The sounds of the stream echoed in the cavern, the light from ahead shadowing the exit with its glare. She walked through, squinting into the setting sun as she did so, admiring the long shafts of golden light that filtered down from behind the large trees. The sun was a ball of fire, bright orange as it set, its light darkening the trees in front of her to black against the bright backdrop. Fire lit the golden canopy above her and illuminated the sparkling water where it gurgled and sang, dropping over the glistening rocks to tumble gaily down into the grotto.
Haldir's sanctuary. She had not dared to come here since before their journey to the drow world. It was his and she respected that, unsure if he was willing to share it. She had not come here since their return. She stepped nimbly over the rocks, following her senses toward where she felt he waited.
What would he propose? A night of passion? One she knew she would not refuse. But what else, what were his thoughts of her? He kept his heart so hidden. He had professed his love for her, but to what end? Tári sighed. She didn't want to become so melancholy, but they'd not been close for so long. She climbed the small rise, following the path to the top of the small waterfall. She smiled, remembering her frustration and anger at Haldir here, his self-doubt. It seemed so long ago.
She reached the top of the waterfall as the sun sank below the horizon, its golden light fading from the sky. In front of her, several torches had been lit, and lanterns hung gaily from many of the trees. She stared open- mouthed in surprise as she looked around.
Where was he? She turned around, standing alongside the stream.
"He is coming." The soft musical voice made her turn rapidly, knowing the Lady of Light's voice as it echoed in her head.
"My Lady? What are you doing here?"
Galadriel smiled, reaching out to take Tári's hand. "I am here because I was expressly invited. As was Celeborn." She pulled Tári along the bank of the river to where the stream rose in another fall above them. The song of the falls was lively as it splashed onto the rocks, basking the area in a mist of cool rain. Galadriel led her along the rocks, to a narrow chasm that led behind the falls.
"I didn't know this was here," Tári murmured, mesmerized by the water, falling in glistening sheets that cooled the rocks around them.
"Haldir does not give out this location to many. You are the first in a very long time," Galadriel said with a smile.
Tári covered her lips with her fingers. "Oh? But it wasn't Haldir who told me." She bit her finger, the guilt written over her face, and Galadriel laughed.
"Haldir approved, my dear. You would not have known otherwise." She stepped out from behind the waterfall and Tári gasped.
In front of her hidden from where they had just walked was a small clearing. Flowers cascaded over the rocks in large masses of white, elanor, the treasured flower of Lórien, perfuming the air with its heady scent. In the center of the small clearing stood Halcyon, Celeborn and her father, Tathar. What was going on? Tári stopped, her eyes wide with nervousness.
Galadriel smiled at her and moved on, coming to stand next to Celeborn. Tári gasped and whirling when Haldir spoke behind her.
"Do not be afraid, Mouse." Haldir said quietly, coming to stand in front of her. How long had he been trailing her? She hated when he did that.
"I am not afraid. Just surprised. I was not expecting a party."
Haldir laughed, reaching out to place both hands on either side of her face as he looked into her eyes. "I know, but I wanted to surprise you, for I have something to ask you."
Tári closed her eyes when he kissed her gently. "Something to ask? You are being terribly mysterious, Haldir." She frowned when he led her into the clearing toward the three elves waiting patiently.
Halcyon stared merrily at Tári, winking as she kissed his cheek, but said nothing. Celeborn greeted her fondly, and bowed slightly. Haldir looked at his father.
"They are late again."
Halcyon grinned. "Does this occur often?"
Haldir frowned, but his eyes remained light, twinkling mischievously. "Aye, all too much." He turned as voices sounded from within the waterfall, the words muffled by the roar of the water. Rúmil laughed, coming out from behind the waterfall, carrying a ring of woven flowers, and Orophin behind him with several bottles of Lórien wine.
"You're late!" Haldir said as he walked forward to meet them. Rúmil grinned, but was shoved aside by Orophin.
"We almost forgot the flowers. Rúmil can't remember anything, his mind has been made into mush by that Laiquendi maid."
"Me?" Rúmil growled, pushing aside his brother. "And where is Keliar and Aranel? Aren't they supposed to be here as well?" He turned to Haldir with a questioning look.
Haldir shook his head, laughing. "Aye, but you were late so we sent them to look for you." He sighed, but brightened when more voices echoed from within the falls. Moments later, Aranel and Keliar emerged, and Aranel hurried toward Orophin with a mock frown, her brown eyes glittering with humor.
"I knew I shouldn't have let you out of my sight!" She smiled up at the tall elf and he grinned, unconcerned by her sharp tone. She took the wine, and set it into the edge of the stream to chill.
Tári had watched all this with trepidation, an unsettling feeling as to why Haldir had invited them all together. What was he up to? She caught her breath when he turned back to her, smiling oddly.
"You're making me nervous. I haven't seen you like this," she said softly.
Still smiling, Haldir reached up to set the wring of woven flowers over her head. The white elanor petals contrasted softly with the silvery pink gown she wore, the tiny ivy leaves setting the creamy petals off to perfection. Haldir leaned down to kiss her cheek, then took her hand, leading her to stand before her father.
"My Lord Tathar." Haldir bowed gracefully, bending fully at the waist in a formal courtly bow. Tári wanted to giggle nervously, but knew Haldir was being very serious.
Tathar leaned forward to kiss Tári's cheek. "Haldir." They shook hands, and Tathar smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling. Orophin stood behind them with Aranel, Rúmil and Keliar.
"I wish to ask you for your daughter's hand to bind to me," Haldir said clearly, and Tári stared up at the tall elf beside her.
A formal request to hand fast? She had read of the tradition, but it was considered old fashioned and not used frequently anymore, the elves being few and the bindings fewer. She bit her lip when Tathar cleared his throat.
"Your request is one made from time immemorial, Haldir. Long have the elves bound themselves together, but you ask of an elven race much different from your own. Your heart seems sure, but I must ask you to consider this carefully. What the ramification of this union may be to the future of you and your people, and mine."
Tári stared at Haldir, but he smiled, unconcerned by Tathar's statement. "I have considered that, and I still present my request."
Lord Tathar placed his hand over his heart, a gesture of respect for Haldir's position as March Warden. "My heart is gladdened to welcome you into my family, Haldir, for I would be honored to have you bound to my mouse."
Haldir's lips twitched at Tathar's use of Tári's nickname, but did not look down at the very quiet maid beside him. He drew her toward his father, and bowed.
Halcyon stepped forward with a bright smile, and another wink. "I think my son waited only for me, for I feel his heart was sure long ago, child." He kissed Tári, and hugged Haldir tightly. He stepped back, the gray eyes so like Haldir's, and gripped Tári's chin. "Welcome to our family, Tári Namolanya, of drow descent you may be, but of that race you and your father," his eyes took in Aranel as well, "are among the top echelon of that world. Long have they forgotten the ways of the light, facing and becoming creatures of darkness and hate. You have transcended those ideals, and I am honored to call you daughter."
Tári smiled, her lips quivering with emotion. She had not expected this from Haldir at all; he was so reserved, his emotions were hidden even from himself. That he would reveal his emotions before so many shocked her. Haldir grinned, sensing her disquiet, and pulled her toward the last two elves where they stood slightly apart from the others. He knelt before his Lord and Lady.
Galadriel smiled, tilting her head slightly as she laid a long, elegant hand on Haldir's shoulder. "Long have you put our land, and our protection before your own desires, and wishes, Haldir. Your heart is ever strong and loyal. Celeborn and I could not have asked for a soul more true to what is Lothlórien than you. It is time, the Valar have spoken, it is your right."
Haldir stood and pulled a long scarf from his pocket. Tári stared at the scarf, realizing with a smile it was the same one that she had tied over Haldir's eyes the night before. How long had he planned this?
Celeborn took the scarf and reached for Tári's hand, laying it gently over Haldir's. He wrapped the length of silk around their hands, and wrists, binding them together. He spoke quietly, softly, but his voice carried clearly in the clearing, speaking of love, of loyalty, of duty. The night grew long; the stars of Elbereth shone brightly, her light showering over the scene below.
Haldir turned to Tári, his eyes mischievous and laughing. "I have laid my heart before you, Tári, through the words of our family and my liege. I lay it before you now to accept this token and bind yourself to me, formally, for all time. I will give my life for you, as I have my heart, your life I shall protect as I have protected my lands and home. Give me your heart, Tári, and say that you will come with me, stay with me forever, whether in this world or the next.
Tári couldn't speak; her eyes burning with unshed tears. How could he have hidden this from her, so that she did not sense his intentions? She swallowed the lump in her throat, sensing the tiny shadow that crossed his heart at her delay.
"I would follow you to the ends of the earth, Haldir, March Warden of Lothlorien, protector of the Lady of Light, Commander of the Galadhrim, and of my heart. Long have I known my path was set beside yours, my fears only that you would be lost to me. Through the long years of my life I shall walk beside you, whether in truth, or thought only, I will be there wherever you lead. Take me, my heart, my love, for I am yours forever.'
Haldir stared at the small maid, thinking back suddenly to the day he had first met her. He lifted their bound hands to his lips. "Do you remember the day we met, and what I spoke to you?"
Tári thought for a moment, knowing all along what he meant, but she paused, grinning.
"Aye, I do."
Haldir grinned, a wide smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes, lighting the gray depths to a silver gleam. "I meant what I said."
Tári laughed, sensing the curiosity of the others near her. "Aye, you said you must put me into your pocket for safe keeping, and you have, although I have tested your sense of honor much more than you expected."
The others laughed at this, and Haldir rolled his eyes. "Aye, you have, and will in the future, I am sure." The elves agreed heartily and stepped forward, gathering about the two merrily. Tári stared up at the tall elf before her, unable to believe she was not dreaming.
"Well, you'd better kiss her before she faints from shock! You swept her right off her feet!" Orophin laughed, holding Aranel tightly to him.
Haldir grinned and pulled Tári close, his lips soft and warm, caressing hers in a promise of much more to come. He brushed a thumb over them, and then stepped back, his gaze lingering on hers as he was drawn away, the scarf unraveling between them, drawing the length of silk with him, to slide it into his tunic.
Tári smiled and turned to hug Aranel, her sister's laughter diverting her attention, and she was pulled into her families embrace. She glanced behind her, sensing Haldir's gaze, and her stomach fluttered at the intensity of that look.
* * Haldir waited in the soft moonlight, hidden by the shadow of the large tree trunk. He watched as Tári stood with her father, their voices soft, a distant murmur that even he could not understand. He folded his arms, leaning against the smooth bole of the tree, his grey eyes glowing silver in the shadows. He'd wanted to surprise Tári, and knew she had not suspected his intentions. His own confidence in her decision to bind with him never wavered, but he had wondered if she would have preferred a more private ceremony. But he had felt strongly that the others should be included. They had come far together, and their binding would indeed combine the two races. What would their children be like, he wondered in amusement.
He straightened as Tári kissed her father, and the lord left the small grotto, the last to leave. Rumil had left first, intent on finding an elusive Laiquendi maid who was giving the Lothlórien elf quite a chase. Rumil, always one for a challenge, could not resist. Orophin had left with Aranel, their arms wrapped around each other's waist. How long before that relationship became serious. Haldir had not seen his brother so smitten, and he grinned. Theirs certainly would be a fiery battle, but a fitting one. Aranel's quick temper would be cooled by the easy going, but unyielding warden. The maid would find no easy conquest there.
Tári swept toward him, her silvery pink gown shimmering in the moonlight as she crossed the stony ground toward the edge of the grotto. Her senses would tell her he was there, he could feel her searching. How much more tied would she feel once they were bound in truth? He grinned, slipping behind the tree as she approached.
"I know you're there, Haldir." Tári said, squinting into the darkness. Her eyesight was better than Haldir's in the shadows, but she couldn't see through trees. "I can feel you, you know."
"Aye, sometimes." Haldir answered with a grin, stepping up behind her.
Tári whirled, surprised that he had once more slipped past her senses. "I shall have to attune them more sharply then, March Warden. Can't have you sneaking up on me." She smiled, erasing the slight frown from her features when he stepped close.
"Ah, I agree. If I can slip behind you, who else may do so?" He laughed quietly, feeling her stiffen when he gripped her arms to pull her close.
"Only you seem to be able to do so, Haldir. None other."
Haldir slid his arms around her back, pulling her tightly against his chest, and kissed the side of her chin. "Aye, so it seems at the moment." He felt her shiver, and tightened his grip. "Are you cold?"
Tári leaned her forehead against his chest with a sigh, her arms folded in front of her, embraced by the strong arms. "Nay, not cold Haldir." She smiled into the tunic in front of her, unwilling to tell him it was he who sent the shivers racing through her body.
Haldir slid his hands up to fold them gently around her face. "You were not displeased that I invited the others." It wasn't a question but a statement.
Tári stared up into the silvery grey eyes. The shimmer of moonlight seemed to dance in their depths. "Nay, I was not displeased. Just surprised that you asked me with so many in attendance."
Haldir kissed the tip of her nose, trailing his lips over her cheek to nuzzle her ear. "I wanted them to know my intentions." He nibbled on the lower lobe of her ear, feeling her shiver again.
"And just what are your intentions now, March Warden?" Tári murmured, her words muffled by the lips that caressed hers.
Haldir's lips twitched in an amused smile, kissing her eyelids, her cheek; returning to kiss the soft lips again. "Must I explain in detail, warden?"
Tári giggled softly. "I am no longer your warden, sir!" She gasped when Haldir reached down to pick her up into his arms, holding her tightly against him.
"Nay? I think you will always be my warden, Mouse. I shall have to keep you by my side. My brothers will soon find their equal when it comes to my own protection." He grinned, carrying her through the waterfall and back across into the flower-filled clearing. He crossed into the edge of the trees, and set Tári on her feet. He gripped her hand and led her into the forest, coming only a short way to where a mallryn leaned, bending its roots into a semblance of a ledge. There were furs, and blankets, surrounded by the masses of elanor that grew in abundance. Haldir sat on the tree root, pulling Tári beside him.
Tári slid beside Haldir, snuggling under his arm, and traced the ivy pattern on the hem of his tunic. "I would hope that they will not be offended were I to wish to be with you."
Haldir pushed her back against the tree. "Nay, they will not. I would not hesitate to have you at my back, Tári." He leaned over to tap her nose. "You may be small, sprite, but your courage surpasses many. I think I shall like having you among my warriors, a wee mouse to slip in among the enemy." He grinned at her narrowed eyes. "But I do not wish to discuss this now, for there are more important things to do."
Tári leaned against the arm behind her back, sliding her leg over his as he leaned back pulling her close. "More important things?" She giggled as Haldir chuckled, twisting her across his body to lean over her, their legs entangled within her skirts.
Haldir grinned and kissed her quickly, pulling the offending fabric away from his legs to kneel over her. "Aye. The moon is high, Tári. I would see it reflected off you." He kissed her shoulder, his fingers brushing the shoulder of her gown. He eased the shoulder down, kissing the pale skin that glimmered in the moonlight. He felt her shiver again. "You tremble, Tári,." he whispered, leaning over her to breathe softly into her ear.
Tári slid her hands around his neck, pulling him closer to kiss him. "Aye, you've got your own magic, Haldir. It makes me tremble when you touch me."
Haldir smiled, kissing the corner of her mouth. "I hope it is not fear that makes you tremble."
Tári pulled him closer, sliding her fingers into the silkiness of his hair, weaving her fingers through its long length. "Nay, it is not fear, Haldir," she breathed, moaning softly when his lips trailed back to her shoulder. The gown slid down further, and his lips followed slowly.
"We have done this before, Mouse," Haldir whispered into her ear again, his fingers slipping across to lower the other shoulder of her gown. He felt her lips turn up into a smile beneath his as he kissed her again.
"Aye, but tonight seems different," she said softly, her eyes closed tightly.
"Perhaps because it is."
Tári opened her eyes to find him gazing at her, his hands wrapping around her face. She grinned, and slid her hands to his cheeks. "So it is. So kiss me like you mean it then." She giggled, the sound muffled and dying quickly as his lips took hers in a passionate expression of what was yet to come.
The dress slid off quickly, followed by his lips, making Tári quiver in anticipation. She moaned softly as he trailed kisses down her thighs, to her ankles, kissing the tips of her toes and she giggled, pulling them from his grasp. She reached up to grasp the edge of his tunic, and pulled it from him, leaving him standing before her in his leggings. Tári sighed, taking in the tall elf before her, knowing he was hers. His skin glowed in the moonlight, the sleek muscles toned, rippling as he reached for her. The Valar had truly blessed her, and she stood up beside him, running her hands over his chest, his arms, sliding down over his hips to help him remove the leggings.
Haldir gripped her fingers, lifting them to his lips. He smiled, nibbling on the tips, then ran his tongue down the palm of her hands over her wrist. She trembled in his grasp, and he pushed her back onto the ledge among the furs. His lips swept over hers and the moonlight filtered down through the canopy, illuminating the lovers in their embrace. The night grew long, the moon sinking to its rest as they lay entwined, kisses shared, thoughts exchanged unknowingly. The memories and emotions, horrors and pain of the previous weeks were forgotten as they drew close. Haldir leaned above Tári, the muscles in his arms taut as he held himself above her.
"You are sure you wish this? For it can not be undone."
Tári stared up at the elf. "I am." She said simply, pulling his lips to hers. His groan sent quivers through her as he thrust into her, and they joined, as one in heart and soul.
Tári brushed aside the flowers that hung so fully over the hidden cave, its darkness reminding her too much of the drow world they had recently left behind. How long would it take for that memory to fade? Although their return was joyous, she would never forget the dark world of her father's people. She pushed aside the dark thoughts, focusing on the emotions that drew her forward. Haldir was ahead, she could sense him, but also something else she couldn't quite put her finger on.
The sounds of the stream echoed in the cavern, the light from ahead shadowing the exit with its glare. She walked through, squinting into the setting sun as she did so, admiring the long shafts of golden light that filtered down from behind the large trees. The sun was a ball of fire, bright orange as it set, its light darkening the trees in front of her to black against the bright backdrop. Fire lit the golden canopy above her and illuminated the sparkling water where it gurgled and sang, dropping over the glistening rocks to tumble gaily down into the grotto.
Haldir's sanctuary. She had not dared to come here since before their journey to the drow world. It was his and she respected that, unsure if he was willing to share it. She had not come here since their return. She stepped nimbly over the rocks, following her senses toward where she felt he waited.
What would he propose? A night of passion? One she knew she would not refuse. But what else, what were his thoughts of her? He kept his heart so hidden. He had professed his love for her, but to what end? Tári sighed. She didn't want to become so melancholy, but they'd not been close for so long. She climbed the small rise, following the path to the top of the small waterfall. She smiled, remembering her frustration and anger at Haldir here, his self-doubt. It seemed so long ago.
She reached the top of the waterfall as the sun sank below the horizon, its golden light fading from the sky. In front of her, several torches had been lit, and lanterns hung gaily from many of the trees. She stared open- mouthed in surprise as she looked around.
Where was he? She turned around, standing alongside the stream.
"He is coming." The soft musical voice made her turn rapidly, knowing the Lady of Light's voice as it echoed in her head.
"My Lady? What are you doing here?"
Galadriel smiled, reaching out to take Tári's hand. "I am here because I was expressly invited. As was Celeborn." She pulled Tári along the bank of the river to where the stream rose in another fall above them. The song of the falls was lively as it splashed onto the rocks, basking the area in a mist of cool rain. Galadriel led her along the rocks, to a narrow chasm that led behind the falls.
"I didn't know this was here," Tári murmured, mesmerized by the water, falling in glistening sheets that cooled the rocks around them.
"Haldir does not give out this location to many. You are the first in a very long time," Galadriel said with a smile.
Tári covered her lips with her fingers. "Oh? But it wasn't Haldir who told me." She bit her finger, the guilt written over her face, and Galadriel laughed.
"Haldir approved, my dear. You would not have known otherwise." She stepped out from behind the waterfall and Tári gasped.
In front of her hidden from where they had just walked was a small clearing. Flowers cascaded over the rocks in large masses of white, elanor, the treasured flower of Lórien, perfuming the air with its heady scent. In the center of the small clearing stood Halcyon, Celeborn and her father, Tathar. What was going on? Tári stopped, her eyes wide with nervousness.
Galadriel smiled at her and moved on, coming to stand next to Celeborn. Tári gasped and whirling when Haldir spoke behind her.
"Do not be afraid, Mouse." Haldir said quietly, coming to stand in front of her. How long had he been trailing her? She hated when he did that.
"I am not afraid. Just surprised. I was not expecting a party."
Haldir laughed, reaching out to place both hands on either side of her face as he looked into her eyes. "I know, but I wanted to surprise you, for I have something to ask you."
Tári closed her eyes when he kissed her gently. "Something to ask? You are being terribly mysterious, Haldir." She frowned when he led her into the clearing toward the three elves waiting patiently.
Halcyon stared merrily at Tári, winking as she kissed his cheek, but said nothing. Celeborn greeted her fondly, and bowed slightly. Haldir looked at his father.
"They are late again."
Halcyon grinned. "Does this occur often?"
Haldir frowned, but his eyes remained light, twinkling mischievously. "Aye, all too much." He turned as voices sounded from within the waterfall, the words muffled by the roar of the water. Rúmil laughed, coming out from behind the waterfall, carrying a ring of woven flowers, and Orophin behind him with several bottles of Lórien wine.
"You're late!" Haldir said as he walked forward to meet them. Rúmil grinned, but was shoved aside by Orophin.
"We almost forgot the flowers. Rúmil can't remember anything, his mind has been made into mush by that Laiquendi maid."
"Me?" Rúmil growled, pushing aside his brother. "And where is Keliar and Aranel? Aren't they supposed to be here as well?" He turned to Haldir with a questioning look.
Haldir shook his head, laughing. "Aye, but you were late so we sent them to look for you." He sighed, but brightened when more voices echoed from within the falls. Moments later, Aranel and Keliar emerged, and Aranel hurried toward Orophin with a mock frown, her brown eyes glittering with humor.
"I knew I shouldn't have let you out of my sight!" She smiled up at the tall elf and he grinned, unconcerned by her sharp tone. She took the wine, and set it into the edge of the stream to chill.
Tári had watched all this with trepidation, an unsettling feeling as to why Haldir had invited them all together. What was he up to? She caught her breath when he turned back to her, smiling oddly.
"You're making me nervous. I haven't seen you like this," she said softly.
Still smiling, Haldir reached up to set the wring of woven flowers over her head. The white elanor petals contrasted softly with the silvery pink gown she wore, the tiny ivy leaves setting the creamy petals off to perfection. Haldir leaned down to kiss her cheek, then took her hand, leading her to stand before her father.
"My Lord Tathar." Haldir bowed gracefully, bending fully at the waist in a formal courtly bow. Tári wanted to giggle nervously, but knew Haldir was being very serious.
Tathar leaned forward to kiss Tári's cheek. "Haldir." They shook hands, and Tathar smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling. Orophin stood behind them with Aranel, Rúmil and Keliar.
"I wish to ask you for your daughter's hand to bind to me," Haldir said clearly, and Tári stared up at the tall elf beside her.
A formal request to hand fast? She had read of the tradition, but it was considered old fashioned and not used frequently anymore, the elves being few and the bindings fewer. She bit her lip when Tathar cleared his throat.
"Your request is one made from time immemorial, Haldir. Long have the elves bound themselves together, but you ask of an elven race much different from your own. Your heart seems sure, but I must ask you to consider this carefully. What the ramification of this union may be to the future of you and your people, and mine."
Tári stared at Haldir, but he smiled, unconcerned by Tathar's statement. "I have considered that, and I still present my request."
Lord Tathar placed his hand over his heart, a gesture of respect for Haldir's position as March Warden. "My heart is gladdened to welcome you into my family, Haldir, for I would be honored to have you bound to my mouse."
Haldir's lips twitched at Tathar's use of Tári's nickname, but did not look down at the very quiet maid beside him. He drew her toward his father, and bowed.
Halcyon stepped forward with a bright smile, and another wink. "I think my son waited only for me, for I feel his heart was sure long ago, child." He kissed Tári, and hugged Haldir tightly. He stepped back, the gray eyes so like Haldir's, and gripped Tári's chin. "Welcome to our family, Tári Namolanya, of drow descent you may be, but of that race you and your father," his eyes took in Aranel as well, "are among the top echelon of that world. Long have they forgotten the ways of the light, facing and becoming creatures of darkness and hate. You have transcended those ideals, and I am honored to call you daughter."
Tári smiled, her lips quivering with emotion. She had not expected this from Haldir at all; he was so reserved, his emotions were hidden even from himself. That he would reveal his emotions before so many shocked her. Haldir grinned, sensing her disquiet, and pulled her toward the last two elves where they stood slightly apart from the others. He knelt before his Lord and Lady.
Galadriel smiled, tilting her head slightly as she laid a long, elegant hand on Haldir's shoulder. "Long have you put our land, and our protection before your own desires, and wishes, Haldir. Your heart is ever strong and loyal. Celeborn and I could not have asked for a soul more true to what is Lothlórien than you. It is time, the Valar have spoken, it is your right."
Haldir stood and pulled a long scarf from his pocket. Tári stared at the scarf, realizing with a smile it was the same one that she had tied over Haldir's eyes the night before. How long had he planned this?
Celeborn took the scarf and reached for Tári's hand, laying it gently over Haldir's. He wrapped the length of silk around their hands, and wrists, binding them together. He spoke quietly, softly, but his voice carried clearly in the clearing, speaking of love, of loyalty, of duty. The night grew long; the stars of Elbereth shone brightly, her light showering over the scene below.
Haldir turned to Tári, his eyes mischievous and laughing. "I have laid my heart before you, Tári, through the words of our family and my liege. I lay it before you now to accept this token and bind yourself to me, formally, for all time. I will give my life for you, as I have my heart, your life I shall protect as I have protected my lands and home. Give me your heart, Tári, and say that you will come with me, stay with me forever, whether in this world or the next.
Tári couldn't speak; her eyes burning with unshed tears. How could he have hidden this from her, so that she did not sense his intentions? She swallowed the lump in her throat, sensing the tiny shadow that crossed his heart at her delay.
"I would follow you to the ends of the earth, Haldir, March Warden of Lothlorien, protector of the Lady of Light, Commander of the Galadhrim, and of my heart. Long have I known my path was set beside yours, my fears only that you would be lost to me. Through the long years of my life I shall walk beside you, whether in truth, or thought only, I will be there wherever you lead. Take me, my heart, my love, for I am yours forever.'
Haldir stared at the small maid, thinking back suddenly to the day he had first met her. He lifted their bound hands to his lips. "Do you remember the day we met, and what I spoke to you?"
Tári thought for a moment, knowing all along what he meant, but she paused, grinning.
"Aye, I do."
Haldir grinned, a wide smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes, lighting the gray depths to a silver gleam. "I meant what I said."
Tári laughed, sensing the curiosity of the others near her. "Aye, you said you must put me into your pocket for safe keeping, and you have, although I have tested your sense of honor much more than you expected."
The others laughed at this, and Haldir rolled his eyes. "Aye, you have, and will in the future, I am sure." The elves agreed heartily and stepped forward, gathering about the two merrily. Tári stared up at the tall elf before her, unable to believe she was not dreaming.
"Well, you'd better kiss her before she faints from shock! You swept her right off her feet!" Orophin laughed, holding Aranel tightly to him.
Haldir grinned and pulled Tári close, his lips soft and warm, caressing hers in a promise of much more to come. He brushed a thumb over them, and then stepped back, his gaze lingering on hers as he was drawn away, the scarf unraveling between them, drawing the length of silk with him, to slide it into his tunic.
Tári smiled and turned to hug Aranel, her sister's laughter diverting her attention, and she was pulled into her families embrace. She glanced behind her, sensing Haldir's gaze, and her stomach fluttered at the intensity of that look.
* * Haldir waited in the soft moonlight, hidden by the shadow of the large tree trunk. He watched as Tári stood with her father, their voices soft, a distant murmur that even he could not understand. He folded his arms, leaning against the smooth bole of the tree, his grey eyes glowing silver in the shadows. He'd wanted to surprise Tári, and knew she had not suspected his intentions. His own confidence in her decision to bind with him never wavered, but he had wondered if she would have preferred a more private ceremony. But he had felt strongly that the others should be included. They had come far together, and their binding would indeed combine the two races. What would their children be like, he wondered in amusement.
He straightened as Tári kissed her father, and the lord left the small grotto, the last to leave. Rumil had left first, intent on finding an elusive Laiquendi maid who was giving the Lothlórien elf quite a chase. Rumil, always one for a challenge, could not resist. Orophin had left with Aranel, their arms wrapped around each other's waist. How long before that relationship became serious. Haldir had not seen his brother so smitten, and he grinned. Theirs certainly would be a fiery battle, but a fitting one. Aranel's quick temper would be cooled by the easy going, but unyielding warden. The maid would find no easy conquest there.
Tári swept toward him, her silvery pink gown shimmering in the moonlight as she crossed the stony ground toward the edge of the grotto. Her senses would tell her he was there, he could feel her searching. How much more tied would she feel once they were bound in truth? He grinned, slipping behind the tree as she approached.
"I know you're there, Haldir." Tári said, squinting into the darkness. Her eyesight was better than Haldir's in the shadows, but she couldn't see through trees. "I can feel you, you know."
"Aye, sometimes." Haldir answered with a grin, stepping up behind her.
Tári whirled, surprised that he had once more slipped past her senses. "I shall have to attune them more sharply then, March Warden. Can't have you sneaking up on me." She smiled, erasing the slight frown from her features when he stepped close.
"Ah, I agree. If I can slip behind you, who else may do so?" He laughed quietly, feeling her stiffen when he gripped her arms to pull her close.
"Only you seem to be able to do so, Haldir. None other."
Haldir slid his arms around her back, pulling her tightly against his chest, and kissed the side of her chin. "Aye, so it seems at the moment." He felt her shiver, and tightened his grip. "Are you cold?"
Tári leaned her forehead against his chest with a sigh, her arms folded in front of her, embraced by the strong arms. "Nay, not cold Haldir." She smiled into the tunic in front of her, unwilling to tell him it was he who sent the shivers racing through her body.
Haldir slid his hands up to fold them gently around her face. "You were not displeased that I invited the others." It wasn't a question but a statement.
Tári stared up into the silvery grey eyes. The shimmer of moonlight seemed to dance in their depths. "Nay, I was not displeased. Just surprised that you asked me with so many in attendance."
Haldir kissed the tip of her nose, trailing his lips over her cheek to nuzzle her ear. "I wanted them to know my intentions." He nibbled on the lower lobe of her ear, feeling her shiver again.
"And just what are your intentions now, March Warden?" Tári murmured, her words muffled by the lips that caressed hers.
Haldir's lips twitched in an amused smile, kissing her eyelids, her cheek; returning to kiss the soft lips again. "Must I explain in detail, warden?"
Tári giggled softly. "I am no longer your warden, sir!" She gasped when Haldir reached down to pick her up into his arms, holding her tightly against him.
"Nay? I think you will always be my warden, Mouse. I shall have to keep you by my side. My brothers will soon find their equal when it comes to my own protection." He grinned, carrying her through the waterfall and back across into the flower-filled clearing. He crossed into the edge of the trees, and set Tári on her feet. He gripped her hand and led her into the forest, coming only a short way to where a mallryn leaned, bending its roots into a semblance of a ledge. There were furs, and blankets, surrounded by the masses of elanor that grew in abundance. Haldir sat on the tree root, pulling Tári beside him.
Tári slid beside Haldir, snuggling under his arm, and traced the ivy pattern on the hem of his tunic. "I would hope that they will not be offended were I to wish to be with you."
Haldir pushed her back against the tree. "Nay, they will not. I would not hesitate to have you at my back, Tári." He leaned over to tap her nose. "You may be small, sprite, but your courage surpasses many. I think I shall like having you among my warriors, a wee mouse to slip in among the enemy." He grinned at her narrowed eyes. "But I do not wish to discuss this now, for there are more important things to do."
Tári leaned against the arm behind her back, sliding her leg over his as he leaned back pulling her close. "More important things?" She giggled as Haldir chuckled, twisting her across his body to lean over her, their legs entangled within her skirts.
Haldir grinned and kissed her quickly, pulling the offending fabric away from his legs to kneel over her. "Aye. The moon is high, Tári. I would see it reflected off you." He kissed her shoulder, his fingers brushing the shoulder of her gown. He eased the shoulder down, kissing the pale skin that glimmered in the moonlight. He felt her shiver again. "You tremble, Tári,." he whispered, leaning over her to breathe softly into her ear.
Tári slid her hands around his neck, pulling him closer to kiss him. "Aye, you've got your own magic, Haldir. It makes me tremble when you touch me."
Haldir smiled, kissing the corner of her mouth. "I hope it is not fear that makes you tremble."
Tári pulled him closer, sliding her fingers into the silkiness of his hair, weaving her fingers through its long length. "Nay, it is not fear, Haldir," she breathed, moaning softly when his lips trailed back to her shoulder. The gown slid down further, and his lips followed slowly.
"We have done this before, Mouse," Haldir whispered into her ear again, his fingers slipping across to lower the other shoulder of her gown. He felt her lips turn up into a smile beneath his as he kissed her again.
"Aye, but tonight seems different," she said softly, her eyes closed tightly.
"Perhaps because it is."
Tári opened her eyes to find him gazing at her, his hands wrapping around her face. She grinned, and slid her hands to his cheeks. "So it is. So kiss me like you mean it then." She giggled, the sound muffled and dying quickly as his lips took hers in a passionate expression of what was yet to come.
The dress slid off quickly, followed by his lips, making Tári quiver in anticipation. She moaned softly as he trailed kisses down her thighs, to her ankles, kissing the tips of her toes and she giggled, pulling them from his grasp. She reached up to grasp the edge of his tunic, and pulled it from him, leaving him standing before her in his leggings. Tári sighed, taking in the tall elf before her, knowing he was hers. His skin glowed in the moonlight, the sleek muscles toned, rippling as he reached for her. The Valar had truly blessed her, and she stood up beside him, running her hands over his chest, his arms, sliding down over his hips to help him remove the leggings.
Haldir gripped her fingers, lifting them to his lips. He smiled, nibbling on the tips, then ran his tongue down the palm of her hands over her wrist. She trembled in his grasp, and he pushed her back onto the ledge among the furs. His lips swept over hers and the moonlight filtered down through the canopy, illuminating the lovers in their embrace. The night grew long, the moon sinking to its rest as they lay entwined, kisses shared, thoughts exchanged unknowingly. The memories and emotions, horrors and pain of the previous weeks were forgotten as they drew close. Haldir leaned above Tári, the muscles in his arms taut as he held himself above her.
"You are sure you wish this? For it can not be undone."
Tári stared up at the elf. "I am." She said simply, pulling his lips to hers. His groan sent quivers through her as he thrust into her, and they joined, as one in heart and soul.