Title: A New Experience
Author: Undomiel
E-mail: undomiel@undomiels-haven.net
Type: Romance
Pairing: Haldir/Elrohir/Elladan
Warning: Slash
Rating: Overall: R (since it is the highest rating possible on ff.net :-); this Chapter: PG-13
Beta: Eowyn; I don't know what I'd do without you :-)
Disclaimers: The characters are not mine, they belong to Tolkien. I make no profit of them
Archive: lists: yes; other: please ask
Feedback: Very much appreciated
Summary: Haldir goes on his first assignment as a March Warden and encounters the beauty of Imladris.
Notes: Takes place in the same universe as "Longing", although it happens many years before Haldir and Celeborn finally get together ;-) This is the first part of a series, the later stories will mostly be centred around Haldir/Celeborn. In this story Haldir is around 200 years old, and he is born ca. 2000 years before the happenings of "The Fellowship of the Ring".
Elvish Translations: Ithil - Moon; Anor- Sun
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Chapter One- The First Mission
The moon had already risen and was bathing Lothlórien in an almost magical silver light. At the foot of the greatest of the mellyrn, the figure of a young elf could be seen walking slowly towards the winding staircase that led up the majestic tree. Clothed in the usual black and grey garments of the guardians of the woods, he blended perfectly with the nature surrounding him.
Yet there seemed to be something about this particular elf, something so tempting, it practically demanded a closer inspection.
Tall and well built, he moved with an almost feline grace. Even the guardian's tunic could not fully hide the well-muscled body, which spoke of strength and skill in battle. With every movement, he radiated a sense of pride so strong, it bordered on arrogance. Long, silver-blond hair cascaded down his back like liquid silk, shimmering as if the light of Ithil was trapped inside the luxurious mane. Sparkling, midnight blue eyes and full, sensual lips dominated the flawless face, and a characteristic nose seemed to perfect a vision of male beauty.
The young elf had stopped to take in the breathtaking nature surrounding him. After a moment, though, he began the long climb up the stairway that led up to Lord Celeborn's study. His lord had summoned him earlier this evening, and as he walked up the stairs, he felt excitement growing within him. Not only because he immensely enjoyed being in the company of his lord, for he admired him greatly. It was also because his captain had smiled at him in a mysterious way, as he had conveyed the summons.
He and his brothers had joined the guardians several years ago, and they had learned much during this time. The excellent training they had received made them skilful warriors, proficient in the use of various weapons, and ready to risk their lives for the safety of their home.
However, after a few years, the training was usually complete and their duties would become more demanding. Normally this meant taking shifts on the outer borders, or taking part in longer patrols. But since he had clearly expressed his willingness to venture into the world outside their realm, he hoped that he would receive his first task as a March Warden. So, with expectation coursing through him, he entered the talan that served as the study of his lord.
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He set foot into the talan just as one of the lord of Lórien's secretaries left the room. Lord Celeborn stood with his back to the entrance, looking out on the sparkling beauty that was Lothlórien by night. He was dressed in the ceremonial silver-grey robes befitting his status. His long, silvery hair cascaded down his strong back, held back only by a single braid, and an air of calm authority seemed to surround the tall figure.
Feeling that he was being watched, Lord Celeborn turned around slowly and looked with gentle eyes at the young guardian standing at the entrance.
"Ah, Haldir," he addressed the other, who bowed respectfully before his lord. "Come, join me and appreciate this beautiful sight."
Haldir was only too glad to obey and took several steps into the room, until he was standing by the older elf's side, looking out onto the glittering lights of his home. For several minutes they stayed like this, a companionable silence stretching between them. After some time had passed, the Lord of Lórien spoke again, a wistful note in his voice. "Even after all the years I have spend here in Arda, I have never encountered a sight as captivating as this, be it in the bright light of Anor, or bathed in Ithil's silver light." While he spoke, his eyes were glued to the magical view below him, and Haldir took advantage of the opportunity to regard the strong profile of the one beside him.
Studying the Lord of Lorien, only one word came to his mind to describe the awe-inspiring figure before him. Beautiful. With his regal features and the dark eyes that held so much calm and gentleness yet seemed to sparkle with a fierce passion...
Before Haldir could loose himself in this contemplation of the Elven Lord, he caught himself and looked away guiltily, berating himself for having such inappropriate thoughts about the Lord of Lórien. He was the husband of Lady Galadriel and held a high status among the elves, while he, Haldir, was but a simple guardian.
His musings were interrupted by the voice of Lord Celeborn, who had turned away from the sight of Lothlórien and was now looking directly at the young elf, who was standing there with a slight blush colouring his cheeks.
"I had a reason for asking you here today, Haldir." He began in his deep and gentle voice. "Hathor reported to me earlier this day that he deems you and your brothers ready to take on the full duty as guardians." Seeing the delight lighting up the younger elf's features, he continued, "He also told me that the three of you have progressed faster than anyone else he has trained in many years. According to him, you three have more potential than the whole guard of Mirkwood." Seeing Haldir's blush deepening at his words, he smiled slightly. "He is especially proud of you, Haldir." As the younger elf looked at his feet, embarrassed, he put a finger under his chin and lifted it gently. "As am I," he added softly, holding the midnight blue gaze with his own.
After several moments had passed, in which their eyes had been glued to each other, Celeborn finally lowered his hand, and with another soft smile, he turned away and walked towards his desk. Reaching out, he picked up a scroll of parchment bearing the seal of Lórien, and turned back towards Haldir.
"Hathor has also informed me that you expressed the wish to venture outside the borders of Lorien." At Haldir's nod, he continued, "I have decided that your first mission will be to deliver this message to Lord Elrond of Rivendell."
At hearing those words, Haldir could no longer prevent the smile he had been holding back from spreading across his face. His wish had been granted; he would be able to visit the lands that lay outside of his home. Bowing respectfully to his lord, he spoke for the first time since entering Lord Celeborn's study.
"I am greatly honoured by the faith you put in me, my lord. I will do my best to perform the task appointed to me to your satisfaction."
Celeborn smiled inwardly at the formal tone Haldir used to address him. He was still young and therefore understandably nervous around him. He knew it would lessen as the years passed and Haldir would get more used to being around him. For now, he decided to release him so he could deal with his feelings in private.
"I am sure you will, Haldir. You may go now to prepare for your departure in the morning." He inclined his head as Haldir bowed once more before him and slowly walked towards the entrance. Just as he was about to leave the talan, Celeborn called out to him once more.
"Haldir." The younger elf stopped and turned around, looking questioningly at his lord. "Take care of yourself," Celeborn said softly. Haldir only smiled, a sparkle appearing in his eyes. He nodded once in answer and continued on his way down the great mallorn.
After the guardian had left, Celeborn sat down at his desk and heaved a deep sigh. He was glad that he had been able to fulfil Haldir's wish and send him as a messenger to Imladris. Yet he felt slightly uneasy. Haldir was still very young, and the world outside of Lorien was not a gentle one. But the younger elf was exceptionally skilled when it came to the use of his weapons, and he could hold himself against any enemy.
However, there were other thoughts that weighted on Celeborn's mind. Haldir was over 200 years now, so he had reached his maturity some time ago. And Celeborn knew that when people referred to the beauty of Rivendell, they were not solely thinking of the breathtaking nature that could be found there. No, they were also referring to the great beauty of some of the elves residing in fair Imladris, particularly that of the twin sons of Elrond, Elladan and Elrohir.
He was sure that Haldir would indeed be very impressed by all that Imladris had to offer. Why that thought caused a slight ache in his chest, Celeborn did not know.
To be continued...
Author: Undomiel
E-mail: undomiel@undomiels-haven.net
Type: Romance
Pairing: Haldir/Elrohir/Elladan
Warning: Slash
Rating: Overall: R (since it is the highest rating possible on ff.net :-); this Chapter: PG-13
Beta: Eowyn; I don't know what I'd do without you :-)
Disclaimers: The characters are not mine, they belong to Tolkien. I make no profit of them
Archive: lists: yes; other: please ask
Feedback: Very much appreciated
Summary: Haldir goes on his first assignment as a March Warden and encounters the beauty of Imladris.
Notes: Takes place in the same universe as "Longing", although it happens many years before Haldir and Celeborn finally get together ;-) This is the first part of a series, the later stories will mostly be centred around Haldir/Celeborn. In this story Haldir is around 200 years old, and he is born ca. 2000 years before the happenings of "The Fellowship of the Ring".
Elvish Translations: Ithil - Moon; Anor- Sun
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Chapter One- The First Mission
The moon had already risen and was bathing Lothlórien in an almost magical silver light. At the foot of the greatest of the mellyrn, the figure of a young elf could be seen walking slowly towards the winding staircase that led up the majestic tree. Clothed in the usual black and grey garments of the guardians of the woods, he blended perfectly with the nature surrounding him.
Yet there seemed to be something about this particular elf, something so tempting, it practically demanded a closer inspection.
Tall and well built, he moved with an almost feline grace. Even the guardian's tunic could not fully hide the well-muscled body, which spoke of strength and skill in battle. With every movement, he radiated a sense of pride so strong, it bordered on arrogance. Long, silver-blond hair cascaded down his back like liquid silk, shimmering as if the light of Ithil was trapped inside the luxurious mane. Sparkling, midnight blue eyes and full, sensual lips dominated the flawless face, and a characteristic nose seemed to perfect a vision of male beauty.
The young elf had stopped to take in the breathtaking nature surrounding him. After a moment, though, he began the long climb up the stairway that led up to Lord Celeborn's study. His lord had summoned him earlier this evening, and as he walked up the stairs, he felt excitement growing within him. Not only because he immensely enjoyed being in the company of his lord, for he admired him greatly. It was also because his captain had smiled at him in a mysterious way, as he had conveyed the summons.
He and his brothers had joined the guardians several years ago, and they had learned much during this time. The excellent training they had received made them skilful warriors, proficient in the use of various weapons, and ready to risk their lives for the safety of their home.
However, after a few years, the training was usually complete and their duties would become more demanding. Normally this meant taking shifts on the outer borders, or taking part in longer patrols. But since he had clearly expressed his willingness to venture into the world outside their realm, he hoped that he would receive his first task as a March Warden. So, with expectation coursing through him, he entered the talan that served as the study of his lord.
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He set foot into the talan just as one of the lord of Lórien's secretaries left the room. Lord Celeborn stood with his back to the entrance, looking out on the sparkling beauty that was Lothlórien by night. He was dressed in the ceremonial silver-grey robes befitting his status. His long, silvery hair cascaded down his strong back, held back only by a single braid, and an air of calm authority seemed to surround the tall figure.
Feeling that he was being watched, Lord Celeborn turned around slowly and looked with gentle eyes at the young guardian standing at the entrance.
"Ah, Haldir," he addressed the other, who bowed respectfully before his lord. "Come, join me and appreciate this beautiful sight."
Haldir was only too glad to obey and took several steps into the room, until he was standing by the older elf's side, looking out onto the glittering lights of his home. For several minutes they stayed like this, a companionable silence stretching between them. After some time had passed, the Lord of Lórien spoke again, a wistful note in his voice. "Even after all the years I have spend here in Arda, I have never encountered a sight as captivating as this, be it in the bright light of Anor, or bathed in Ithil's silver light." While he spoke, his eyes were glued to the magical view below him, and Haldir took advantage of the opportunity to regard the strong profile of the one beside him.
Studying the Lord of Lorien, only one word came to his mind to describe the awe-inspiring figure before him. Beautiful. With his regal features and the dark eyes that held so much calm and gentleness yet seemed to sparkle with a fierce passion...
Before Haldir could loose himself in this contemplation of the Elven Lord, he caught himself and looked away guiltily, berating himself for having such inappropriate thoughts about the Lord of Lórien. He was the husband of Lady Galadriel and held a high status among the elves, while he, Haldir, was but a simple guardian.
His musings were interrupted by the voice of Lord Celeborn, who had turned away from the sight of Lothlórien and was now looking directly at the young elf, who was standing there with a slight blush colouring his cheeks.
"I had a reason for asking you here today, Haldir." He began in his deep and gentle voice. "Hathor reported to me earlier this day that he deems you and your brothers ready to take on the full duty as guardians." Seeing the delight lighting up the younger elf's features, he continued, "He also told me that the three of you have progressed faster than anyone else he has trained in many years. According to him, you three have more potential than the whole guard of Mirkwood." Seeing Haldir's blush deepening at his words, he smiled slightly. "He is especially proud of you, Haldir." As the younger elf looked at his feet, embarrassed, he put a finger under his chin and lifted it gently. "As am I," he added softly, holding the midnight blue gaze with his own.
After several moments had passed, in which their eyes had been glued to each other, Celeborn finally lowered his hand, and with another soft smile, he turned away and walked towards his desk. Reaching out, he picked up a scroll of parchment bearing the seal of Lórien, and turned back towards Haldir.
"Hathor has also informed me that you expressed the wish to venture outside the borders of Lorien." At Haldir's nod, he continued, "I have decided that your first mission will be to deliver this message to Lord Elrond of Rivendell."
At hearing those words, Haldir could no longer prevent the smile he had been holding back from spreading across his face. His wish had been granted; he would be able to visit the lands that lay outside of his home. Bowing respectfully to his lord, he spoke for the first time since entering Lord Celeborn's study.
"I am greatly honoured by the faith you put in me, my lord. I will do my best to perform the task appointed to me to your satisfaction."
Celeborn smiled inwardly at the formal tone Haldir used to address him. He was still young and therefore understandably nervous around him. He knew it would lessen as the years passed and Haldir would get more used to being around him. For now, he decided to release him so he could deal with his feelings in private.
"I am sure you will, Haldir. You may go now to prepare for your departure in the morning." He inclined his head as Haldir bowed once more before him and slowly walked towards the entrance. Just as he was about to leave the talan, Celeborn called out to him once more.
"Haldir." The younger elf stopped and turned around, looking questioningly at his lord. "Take care of yourself," Celeborn said softly. Haldir only smiled, a sparkle appearing in his eyes. He nodded once in answer and continued on his way down the great mallorn.
After the guardian had left, Celeborn sat down at his desk and heaved a deep sigh. He was glad that he had been able to fulfil Haldir's wish and send him as a messenger to Imladris. Yet he felt slightly uneasy. Haldir was still very young, and the world outside of Lorien was not a gentle one. But the younger elf was exceptionally skilled when it came to the use of his weapons, and he could hold himself against any enemy.
However, there were other thoughts that weighted on Celeborn's mind. Haldir was over 200 years now, so he had reached his maturity some time ago. And Celeborn knew that when people referred to the beauty of Rivendell, they were not solely thinking of the breathtaking nature that could be found there. No, they were also referring to the great beauty of some of the elves residing in fair Imladris, particularly that of the twin sons of Elrond, Elladan and Elrohir.
He was sure that Haldir would indeed be very impressed by all that Imladris had to offer. Why that thought caused a slight ache in his chest, Celeborn did not know.
To be continued...