Through the mists, he watched two great forces converge. Steel flashed in the air as bloodied swords were swung and clashed against each other. Horses screamed, and people. Then a bright light flashed, blinding him. When he was able to see again, a field littered with the forms of slain bodies met his eyes. The smell of burning flesh permeated the air, making it stale and stagnant, making it foul. In a state of shock, he stumbled forward.
His foot caught on the limb of a body and he fell. As he sat up to get to his feet, he saw with horror that it was the maimed figure of Elrond Peredhil...
Haldir woke with a start. The room spun for a moment. He lay there in his broad bed blinking, a peculiar feeling in his stomach. 'A most unsettling dream! Strange indeed...'
Try as he might, Haldir could not get back to sleep. He rose and moved through the darkness.
He caught his reflection in the long mirror. His fair skin glowed faintly, casting a dim white aura about him, and his hair hung loose to fall about his shoulders. He smiled. Reaching out, he half expected his hand to sink into the placid silver surface; but the glass was cold and solid under his touch. A shiver ran through him and he pulled a thick robe around his shoulders.
Bare feet were silent as he moved down the carpeted hallway towards the library. Pushing the door open with a quiet creak on its old hinges, he stepped inside. Shelves upon shelves of books loomed out of the darkness. Haldir did not bother with a light. Choosing any book, he pulled one with a scarlet binding and gold-leafed pages down and retreated to a comfortable chair near the fireplace.
No fire burned there now. The volume was an old traveler's journal, from some forgotten time during the Second Age. It was in some language, Gnome perhaps, that Haldir did not completely understand word for word. But what he could decipher was beautifully written, and the account was boring enough to bring sleep, yet still interesting enough to keep. Already, Haldir was yawning...
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Elrond woke so early, the dew shone on the grass like droplets of gold. He was in good spirits for some reason or other. He dressed himself, not waiting for his servants, then went down below stairs for a cold breakfast. He hummed to himself over his morning tea, taking it on the veranda in the sun.
When he was done, Elrond found he still had time before the day's session was to begin. He wandered the halls of the castle, heading nowhere in particular, but when he stopped, he found himself at the door of the grand old library. It was slightly ajar...That was odd.
Elrond eased his way in, cautiously silent. Nothing seemed amiss, from what he could tell. It was dark. He moved towards the hearth that was dead cold, and through the ornately carved chairs with velvety cushions that were arranged before it. Still, nothing seemed out of place. Yet he could sense something...
Turning, Elrond nearly jumped out of his skin. There was a slumped figure in one of the chairs. Pressing a clamped hand to his chest, he inched forward.
"Haldir?" He mouthed silently.
It was indeed the Elf of Lorien: curled up, head resting on his elbow against the arm of the chair, and fast asleep. There was an open book in his lap. Elrond knelt in front of his sleeping form, hardly even daring to breathe for that could wake him. He looked quite like Celebrian, only different at the same time... But beautiful! In sleep, he seemed so peaceful. His pale lashes tucked against the soft curve of his cheek. So perfect, he could be carved of polished marble... And his hair! Elrond's hand hovered over it, yearning to stroke those ivory-colored locks that were as fine as the strands of a spider's web...
But he could not. That fruit was forbidden him, he knew. Elrond withdrew his arm and edged away from the chair to flee, closing the door silently behind him. Only outside did he regain his composure, breathing heavily.
Haldir did not stir.
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His foot caught on the limb of a body and he fell. As he sat up to get to his feet, he saw with horror that it was the maimed figure of Elrond Peredhil...
Haldir woke with a start. The room spun for a moment. He lay there in his broad bed blinking, a peculiar feeling in his stomach. 'A most unsettling dream! Strange indeed...'
Try as he might, Haldir could not get back to sleep. He rose and moved through the darkness.
He caught his reflection in the long mirror. His fair skin glowed faintly, casting a dim white aura about him, and his hair hung loose to fall about his shoulders. He smiled. Reaching out, he half expected his hand to sink into the placid silver surface; but the glass was cold and solid under his touch. A shiver ran through him and he pulled a thick robe around his shoulders.
Bare feet were silent as he moved down the carpeted hallway towards the library. Pushing the door open with a quiet creak on its old hinges, he stepped inside. Shelves upon shelves of books loomed out of the darkness. Haldir did not bother with a light. Choosing any book, he pulled one with a scarlet binding and gold-leafed pages down and retreated to a comfortable chair near the fireplace.
No fire burned there now. The volume was an old traveler's journal, from some forgotten time during the Second Age. It was in some language, Gnome perhaps, that Haldir did not completely understand word for word. But what he could decipher was beautifully written, and the account was boring enough to bring sleep, yet still interesting enough to keep. Already, Haldir was yawning...
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Elrond woke so early, the dew shone on the grass like droplets of gold. He was in good spirits for some reason or other. He dressed himself, not waiting for his servants, then went down below stairs for a cold breakfast. He hummed to himself over his morning tea, taking it on the veranda in the sun.
When he was done, Elrond found he still had time before the day's session was to begin. He wandered the halls of the castle, heading nowhere in particular, but when he stopped, he found himself at the door of the grand old library. It was slightly ajar...That was odd.
Elrond eased his way in, cautiously silent. Nothing seemed amiss, from what he could tell. It was dark. He moved towards the hearth that was dead cold, and through the ornately carved chairs with velvety cushions that were arranged before it. Still, nothing seemed out of place. Yet he could sense something...
Turning, Elrond nearly jumped out of his skin. There was a slumped figure in one of the chairs. Pressing a clamped hand to his chest, he inched forward.
"Haldir?" He mouthed silently.
It was indeed the Elf of Lorien: curled up, head resting on his elbow against the arm of the chair, and fast asleep. There was an open book in his lap. Elrond knelt in front of his sleeping form, hardly even daring to breathe for that could wake him. He looked quite like Celebrian, only different at the same time... But beautiful! In sleep, he seemed so peaceful. His pale lashes tucked against the soft curve of his cheek. So perfect, he could be carved of polished marble... And his hair! Elrond's hand hovered over it, yearning to stroke those ivory-colored locks that were as fine as the strands of a spider's web...
But he could not. That fruit was forbidden him, he knew. Elrond withdrew his arm and edged away from the chair to flee, closing the door silently behind him. Only outside did he regain his composure, breathing heavily.
Haldir did not stir.
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Chibi Legolas: I know! I know! I always ignore the fact that Elves sleep with their eyes open. Personally, I find that too freaky. Crucify me for thinking thus! :p lol Or just be nice and give me a review. ^_^ Either way, I love ya! Woot woot woot! :D