Disclaimer: *sighs* I don't own Lord of the Rings, Haldir, Mirkwood,
Helm's Deep, Orcs, Uruk-Hai, the Elvish I use, or the colours of Mirkwood.
Everything belongs to the genius J. R. R. Tolkien, save the Elvish, in a
sense, which indeed, I found it from a website. So, ergo, it is
copyrighted to them. Enjoy the story, and please review.
Honestly, disclaimers become very tedious after a while...
Prologue
"NO! Haldir!"
"Arwenamin Moiré (My lady)! Mani naa ta (What is it)?"
Moiré gasped for breath as she shot up in her bed, a cold sweat pouring down her face. She drew her hand over her heart and bit back another scream. She could still see it: the rain, the men and Elves, the stone fortress. It was all so real, yet only a dream. She could see him still. Moreover, she could still see his death. She would keep that from happening.
Moiré finally shook her head, her blonde tresses of hair flipping wildly about her as she did so, saying, "I-I had a dream of Helm's Deep, and I saw Haldir there. I saw him die, Silawen!"
"Oh, lass, that was only a dream. Lord Haldir is a very skilled warrior." Silawen patted the young Elf's arm.
"But, I saw it! There were these things like Orcs-"
"No Orc could kill Lord Haldir, you know that!"
"Silawen! They were not Orcs! They were bigger, and more human-like! They seemed smarter! They seemed like they would be able to sense someone's weakness," Moiré exclaimed. "And I will do anything to prevent Haldir from dying."
"Oh, do not be foolish, Moiré."
"I will go to Helm's Deep and save him! I will fight!" she said, ignoring Silawen. "I will go whether anyone likes it or not. I will go by myself if I have to!"
"Oh, Lady Moiré! You cannot do that! Your father and brothers will not let you! It would be an absurd thing for a lady of your status to do that!" the chambermaid said, appalled.
"I do not care, Silawen! Haldir will die if I do not try to help him! You only fail if you fail to try," she murmured. "I will tell Father and my brothers, gather provisions and rations, then gain everyone's attention and see who is brave enough to go with me."
"You really do love him." Silawen stood as she spoke.
"Who?" Moiré cast a confused glance at her chambermaid and arched an eyebrow.
"Lord Haldir," Silawen said simply.
"I beg your pardon, Silawen! My love life is none of you-" She stopped there and gained a thoughtful look on her face.
Silawen smiled and asked, "Will ten do, lady? Including your brothers, that is, so I guess I will be gathering four more without them?"
"Hmm? Oh, yes, that will do fine."
Moiré finally stood out of bed as the first lights of dawn filtered into her room and walked over to her wardrobe. She pulled out a pair of tan breeches and a green tunic. She also pulled out leather armbands, a cloak and a pair of boots. When she finished dressing, she walked over to her vanity and pulled her hair back into a tight braid. After that, she left her room and slipped over to her father's quarters.
"Father?"
"Moiré, what 'tis it?" her father asked upon hearing her quivering voice.
"Father, I care not if you are going to be angry with me, but I have had a dream of Lord Haldir and his death. I wish to prevent it," she said outright.
Her father sighed as he stepped out of bed. Indeed, he was fully clothed in a cloak, breeches, boots, a tunic, and any other armour he had to use.
"I knew this day would come, daughter, and I hath dreaded it terribly, wishing it would never come."
"Father?"
"Very well, you may go, as long as I may go with you, Moiré, and your brothers come as well," he said, gripping her shoulders. "Father, I had premeditated that and knew they would not let me leave without them," she said, smiling.
"Good. Come, let us eat our breakfast," he said and slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her into the hallway, towards the kitchen. When they reached it, they ate for the most part in silence.
"So, Moiré, what is the way that you have planned to ride to Helm's Deep?" her father asked finally, breaking the silence that was nearing the line of being uncomfortable.
"I do not have a way planned out yet, Ada, but I will soon," Moiré confessed after she and her father reached the dining hall after raiding the kitchen, munching on a piece of bread, standing up to walking over to her father.
"You may want to quickly," the old Elf said, standing up with Moiré's help, his old joints creaking slightly. "Hannen lle, Moiré."
"Lle naa creoso, Ada," she murmured back to him as he slipped his arm around her waist, escourting her out to the courtyard.
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Just a quick note to you all who read this, I don't much appreciate flames, so if you disapprove of my story, don't read it. Why go through the tedious work of reading something you don't enjoy just to discourage someone who is blossoming, or attempting to blossom their writing skills? So if you don't like it, just don't flame. If you really have something to say to me, email me and tell me there, please.
Also, thanks to my beta for reading this over. I suggest you all go read her LoTR story, although it is a Legolas romance. Her name is Merenwen Luinwel up here, and she is an awesome writer with an awesome story. And thanks to all of you who read this and enjoy this. I hope to hear from you again soon in more reviews or constructive criticism in emails, please. Namaarie, mellonaminea (Farewell, my friends).
Honestly, disclaimers become very tedious after a while...
Prologue
"NO! Haldir!"
"Arwenamin Moiré (My lady)! Mani naa ta (What is it)?"
Moiré gasped for breath as she shot up in her bed, a cold sweat pouring down her face. She drew her hand over her heart and bit back another scream. She could still see it: the rain, the men and Elves, the stone fortress. It was all so real, yet only a dream. She could see him still. Moreover, she could still see his death. She would keep that from happening.
Moiré finally shook her head, her blonde tresses of hair flipping wildly about her as she did so, saying, "I-I had a dream of Helm's Deep, and I saw Haldir there. I saw him die, Silawen!"
"Oh, lass, that was only a dream. Lord Haldir is a very skilled warrior." Silawen patted the young Elf's arm.
"But, I saw it! There were these things like Orcs-"
"No Orc could kill Lord Haldir, you know that!"
"Silawen! They were not Orcs! They were bigger, and more human-like! They seemed smarter! They seemed like they would be able to sense someone's weakness," Moiré exclaimed. "And I will do anything to prevent Haldir from dying."
"Oh, do not be foolish, Moiré."
"I will go to Helm's Deep and save him! I will fight!" she said, ignoring Silawen. "I will go whether anyone likes it or not. I will go by myself if I have to!"
"Oh, Lady Moiré! You cannot do that! Your father and brothers will not let you! It would be an absurd thing for a lady of your status to do that!" the chambermaid said, appalled.
"I do not care, Silawen! Haldir will die if I do not try to help him! You only fail if you fail to try," she murmured. "I will tell Father and my brothers, gather provisions and rations, then gain everyone's attention and see who is brave enough to go with me."
"You really do love him." Silawen stood as she spoke.
"Who?" Moiré cast a confused glance at her chambermaid and arched an eyebrow.
"Lord Haldir," Silawen said simply.
"I beg your pardon, Silawen! My love life is none of you-" She stopped there and gained a thoughtful look on her face.
Silawen smiled and asked, "Will ten do, lady? Including your brothers, that is, so I guess I will be gathering four more without them?"
"Hmm? Oh, yes, that will do fine."
Moiré finally stood out of bed as the first lights of dawn filtered into her room and walked over to her wardrobe. She pulled out a pair of tan breeches and a green tunic. She also pulled out leather armbands, a cloak and a pair of boots. When she finished dressing, she walked over to her vanity and pulled her hair back into a tight braid. After that, she left her room and slipped over to her father's quarters.
"Father?"
"Moiré, what 'tis it?" her father asked upon hearing her quivering voice.
"Father, I care not if you are going to be angry with me, but I have had a dream of Lord Haldir and his death. I wish to prevent it," she said outright.
Her father sighed as he stepped out of bed. Indeed, he was fully clothed in a cloak, breeches, boots, a tunic, and any other armour he had to use.
"I knew this day would come, daughter, and I hath dreaded it terribly, wishing it would never come."
"Father?"
"Very well, you may go, as long as I may go with you, Moiré, and your brothers come as well," he said, gripping her shoulders. "Father, I had premeditated that and knew they would not let me leave without them," she said, smiling.
"Good. Come, let us eat our breakfast," he said and slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her into the hallway, towards the kitchen. When they reached it, they ate for the most part in silence.
"So, Moiré, what is the way that you have planned to ride to Helm's Deep?" her father asked finally, breaking the silence that was nearing the line of being uncomfortable.
"I do not have a way planned out yet, Ada, but I will soon," Moiré confessed after she and her father reached the dining hall after raiding the kitchen, munching on a piece of bread, standing up to walking over to her father.
"You may want to quickly," the old Elf said, standing up with Moiré's help, his old joints creaking slightly. "Hannen lle, Moiré."
"Lle naa creoso, Ada," she murmured back to him as he slipped his arm around her waist, escourting her out to the courtyard.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Just a quick note to you all who read this, I don't much appreciate flames, so if you disapprove of my story, don't read it. Why go through the tedious work of reading something you don't enjoy just to discourage someone who is blossoming, or attempting to blossom their writing skills? So if you don't like it, just don't flame. If you really have something to say to me, email me and tell me there, please.
Also, thanks to my beta for reading this over. I suggest you all go read her LoTR story, although it is a Legolas romance. Her name is Merenwen Luinwel up here, and she is an awesome writer with an awesome story. And thanks to all of you who read this and enjoy this. I hope to hear from you again soon in more reviews or constructive criticism in emails, please. Namaarie, mellonaminea (Farewell, my friends).