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Awakenings
Haldir slowly stretched in his large, comfortable bed. His muscles rippled like liquid steel beneath his snow white skin. He breathed deeply of the fresh morning air, enjoying the smell of the white blossoms growing on lush vines outside his open windows. Haldir was slowly becoming aware of his surroundings. His mind was just pushing through the fog of grogyness when a new, and rather unwelcome, sound reached his sensitive ears.
Haldir listened carefuly to the low rumble coming from the dirrection of the bathing chamber. He thought he recognized the sound from the many travels he had enjoyed as a younger elf. Durring those sojourns throughout Middle- Earth he had spent some time among the race of Men. They had taught Haldir to speak Westron, or the common speech, as well as teaching him a great deal about their culture. Unfortunately not all the things Haldir had come to know about humans were pleasant, for he had also been forced to endure some of thier more annoying habits and tendencies. One of wich included snoring, the infernal noise made by most humans in a deep state of sleep.
Groaning, Haldir sat up in bed; causing the deep green, silken sheets to slip fom his bare frame. He ran a hand through his pale, golden hair as he threw back the sheets and rose from the bed. He padded across the smooth floor, on silent feet, to his closet. The servants had been so kind as to unpack his belongings the night before and he had no trouble finding his clothes.He threw on a dark blue tunic, grey trousers, and black boots. He then strode across the room to his dresser. There he picked up a silver brush, gilded with images of mallorn blossoms and Elvish runes. He easily ran it through his smooth and nearly tangle free hair. Haldir then proceeded to braid some of his hair back and out of his face; the task was made easy by his well practiced hands.
Sighing heavily he turned away from the dresser. Haldir was certain that he did not want to find out what the Valar had in store for him this day. But Haldir also knew he had no choice but to fiind out.
Haldir crossed the expanse of his room with reluctant steps. He passed through the bathing chamber and into Marsaili's chambers, wich were similar to his own.
He did not wish to be near Marsaili in his state of mental unease. In truth he wanted to be as far away from her as possible. He needed time. Time to sort out his thughts and feelings, time to understand this drastic change he felt he was going through; unfortunately time was something hes was not allowed. Lord Celeborn had been quite clear in giving his orders. He had not actually said it, but Haldir knew Celeborn wanted her to be trained quickly. Not only was Marslaili's life threatened by her foes, but the lives of all in Lothlorien were endangered as well. Haldir's heart began to burn with a mysterious rage when he thought of someone bent on causing harm to this woman he barely knew. This unexpected reaction suprised him and he visibly stiffened in his efforts to subdue the raging monster overtaking his being.
Haldir shut his eyes tightly in an effort to try to clear his mind. He inhailed deeply to soothe his tense muscles and still his wildly beating heart. Upon drawing the steadying breath, a strange and unique scent reached him; one that he had never before noticed. It was the aroma of moist earth, moss and wild blossoms. So intruiging was this new sensation that he remained blind to the world and let his sense of smell lead him to the source of this wonderful new discovery.
Haldir was lead to Marsaili's bedside and knew he could go no further, for lying upon the bed was the source of the etheral scent he had followed. Realization dawned upon him and he found the need for another steadying breath. However, it was to no avail, for he only breathed in more of her. The effect was intoxicating. Haldir tentatively opened his eyes and looked down upon the slumbering figure. He was shocked to find this second discovery more beautiful than the first.
Marsaili lay provocatively sprawled on the bed. Through the course of her slumber her night dress had slid up her body to reveal her shapely legs. The thin elvish garment, unaccustomed to the human form, clung to her sensuous curves. One of the straps of her dress had fallen off her shoulder and caused the soft skin of her breasts to be seen, while just barely covering her. For many a long moment Haldir stood admiring the beauty before him. Eventually his attention was brought back to the world around him as he became aware that his trousers were fast becoming painfully tight.
Haldir knew he had to wake her, but he realy did not want to. It was not just that he did not want to face her. He looked down on the softly snoring, and finaly peaceful form. He had been aware of her tossing and turning all through the night. He hated to rob Marsaili of the rest she had so recently found, but it had to be done.
Haldir began to call Marsaili from her state of sleep, but she did not respond. He thought that because she lacked the enhanced Elvish hearing, she must have slept through his efforts to wake her. He began to call her name louder, but still she remained as she was. Haldir tried several more times, but eventually had to stop so as not to disturb anyone outside her rooms.
Running out of options, Haldir tapped Marsaili's shoulder, again she did not respond. He was fast becoming frustrated. He began to combine the efforts of shaking her shoulder and callign to her. When he failed to wake her he looked around in desperation. Haldir knew she had to rise soon if they were to get to the dinning hall before the morning meal ceased to be served.
His eyes alighted on a glass of water on a bedside table, which he vaugely remembered leaving there for her the night before; such was his hastes to be out of her presence. He reached out and took the glass in his hand. He did not wish to rouse her this way, but he could think of no other solution. Haldir hoped she would not react too strongly.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~Marsaili's P.O.V.~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Sensastions wracked her brain. Sensations that were all too familiar. Memeory flooded back to her, washing awawy darkness of her dreamless sleep with visions of water stained with crimson blood. From the depths of this dream the shrill, terrifed scream of a child filled her head. The scream got louder and louder untill it hurt her ears. Her eyes flew open adn she found herself sitting upright in her own bed screaming. As she realized that it was just a dream the shrieking stopped and she curled up on her side, lyingg down again. She was trembling with the shock of how real that dream had just been.
Awakenings
Haldir slowly stretched in his large, comfortable bed. His muscles rippled like liquid steel beneath his snow white skin. He breathed deeply of the fresh morning air, enjoying the smell of the white blossoms growing on lush vines outside his open windows. Haldir was slowly becoming aware of his surroundings. His mind was just pushing through the fog of grogyness when a new, and rather unwelcome, sound reached his sensitive ears.
Haldir listened carefuly to the low rumble coming from the dirrection of the bathing chamber. He thought he recognized the sound from the many travels he had enjoyed as a younger elf. Durring those sojourns throughout Middle- Earth he had spent some time among the race of Men. They had taught Haldir to speak Westron, or the common speech, as well as teaching him a great deal about their culture. Unfortunately not all the things Haldir had come to know about humans were pleasant, for he had also been forced to endure some of thier more annoying habits and tendencies. One of wich included snoring, the infernal noise made by most humans in a deep state of sleep.
Groaning, Haldir sat up in bed; causing the deep green, silken sheets to slip fom his bare frame. He ran a hand through his pale, golden hair as he threw back the sheets and rose from the bed. He padded across the smooth floor, on silent feet, to his closet. The servants had been so kind as to unpack his belongings the night before and he had no trouble finding his clothes.He threw on a dark blue tunic, grey trousers, and black boots. He then strode across the room to his dresser. There he picked up a silver brush, gilded with images of mallorn blossoms and Elvish runes. He easily ran it through his smooth and nearly tangle free hair. Haldir then proceeded to braid some of his hair back and out of his face; the task was made easy by his well practiced hands.
Sighing heavily he turned away from the dresser. Haldir was certain that he did not want to find out what the Valar had in store for him this day. But Haldir also knew he had no choice but to fiind out.
Haldir crossed the expanse of his room with reluctant steps. He passed through the bathing chamber and into Marsaili's chambers, wich were similar to his own.
He did not wish to be near Marsaili in his state of mental unease. In truth he wanted to be as far away from her as possible. He needed time. Time to sort out his thughts and feelings, time to understand this drastic change he felt he was going through; unfortunately time was something hes was not allowed. Lord Celeborn had been quite clear in giving his orders. He had not actually said it, but Haldir knew Celeborn wanted her to be trained quickly. Not only was Marslaili's life threatened by her foes, but the lives of all in Lothlorien were endangered as well. Haldir's heart began to burn with a mysterious rage when he thought of someone bent on causing harm to this woman he barely knew. This unexpected reaction suprised him and he visibly stiffened in his efforts to subdue the raging monster overtaking his being.
Haldir shut his eyes tightly in an effort to try to clear his mind. He inhailed deeply to soothe his tense muscles and still his wildly beating heart. Upon drawing the steadying breath, a strange and unique scent reached him; one that he had never before noticed. It was the aroma of moist earth, moss and wild blossoms. So intruiging was this new sensation that he remained blind to the world and let his sense of smell lead him to the source of this wonderful new discovery.
Haldir was lead to Marsaili's bedside and knew he could go no further, for lying upon the bed was the source of the etheral scent he had followed. Realization dawned upon him and he found the need for another steadying breath. However, it was to no avail, for he only breathed in more of her. The effect was intoxicating. Haldir tentatively opened his eyes and looked down upon the slumbering figure. He was shocked to find this second discovery more beautiful than the first.
Marsaili lay provocatively sprawled on the bed. Through the course of her slumber her night dress had slid up her body to reveal her shapely legs. The thin elvish garment, unaccustomed to the human form, clung to her sensuous curves. One of the straps of her dress had fallen off her shoulder and caused the soft skin of her breasts to be seen, while just barely covering her. For many a long moment Haldir stood admiring the beauty before him. Eventually his attention was brought back to the world around him as he became aware that his trousers were fast becoming painfully tight.
Haldir knew he had to wake her, but he realy did not want to. It was not just that he did not want to face her. He looked down on the softly snoring, and finaly peaceful form. He had been aware of her tossing and turning all through the night. He hated to rob Marsaili of the rest she had so recently found, but it had to be done.
Haldir began to call Marsaili from her state of sleep, but she did not respond. He thought that because she lacked the enhanced Elvish hearing, she must have slept through his efforts to wake her. He began to call her name louder, but still she remained as she was. Haldir tried several more times, but eventually had to stop so as not to disturb anyone outside her rooms.
Running out of options, Haldir tapped Marsaili's shoulder, again she did not respond. He was fast becoming frustrated. He began to combine the efforts of shaking her shoulder and callign to her. When he failed to wake her he looked around in desperation. Haldir knew she had to rise soon if they were to get to the dinning hall before the morning meal ceased to be served.
His eyes alighted on a glass of water on a bedside table, which he vaugely remembered leaving there for her the night before; such was his hastes to be out of her presence. He reached out and took the glass in his hand. He did not wish to rouse her this way, but he could think of no other solution. Haldir hoped she would not react too strongly.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~Marsaili's P.O.V.~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Sensastions wracked her brain. Sensations that were all too familiar. Memeory flooded back to her, washing awawy darkness of her dreamless sleep with visions of water stained with crimson blood. From the depths of this dream the shrill, terrifed scream of a child filled her head. The scream got louder and louder untill it hurt her ears. Her eyes flew open adn she found herself sitting upright in her own bed screaming. As she realized that it was just a dream the shrieking stopped and she curled up on her side, lyingg down again. She was trembling with the shock of how real that dream had just been.