My genius came out again and I managed to find a computer to take to music camp J now I can write from here and release all the tension that's been working inside of me (audition results haven't come out yet…. ::cowers:: ) Since I don't have a huge amount of free time (lots of lessons and practices) this chapter might take a long time to load up, but I'll try my best to get it out sometime this week J Oh yes, and if a few pirates just happen to enter this story, don't blame me. Me and my plot bunny want to see Pirates of the Caribbean yesterday, and I fell in love all over again with a certain someone who's initials just happen to be OB (A.K.A. Legolas Greenleaf) so….. it isn't my fault…blame the plot bunny!!!!! Also, this chapter is extremely AUish

Thanks for all your wonderful reviews! It's great to have feedback!!!

To my lovely reviewers:

Lady of Legolas: Yep, he knew her…and you'll have to see about the rest. Thanks for the review!

MirkwoodMaiden- I guess luck is with me, so I won't have to wait until I get back from camp to update. I'm glad you like the tension, it's something I've been trying to weave into the plot. It's great to get positive feedback, thanks a lot!

Liquid Dreamer- I'm really glad that you like this, and I'll try to get to some of your fiction as soon as I can. I don't have all that much time at camp (between practicing and lessons) so I'm going to try and focus on getting this chapter up, but as soon as I'm done with that, I'd be honored to read your fiction. I'm glad you can forgive me on my little mishaps.. there's so much detail in the books that I miss things that that now and again! I hope this coming chapter is accurate because I'm going back pretty far.

The Lady of Imladris- I'm glad you didn't think it was anti-climatic… It was written rather hastily, so I couldn't put too many important events in it. Yep, there's an affair going on, but it's much deeper then that… no worries though, all will be answered in due time. I'm really glad you like this story, all your feedback has been really encouraging.

Lady Tremere- I love when people critique me, because I know it means that my story is valuable enough for them to spend time looking at it. As for the chapter being short- I'm sorry, I was in a rush to un-pack from my trip and re-pack for music school, plus work on my audition piece and see my family for a bit before I left them again, but I just wanted to get something up. This chapter is a little short also, I'm afraid, because camp free time is limited… however, I promise to make up for that when I get home! I have been trying to put thoughts in italics, but have been doing an awful job of doing so… putting them in 'these' is a good idea… I think I'll do that. I really do appreciate constructive critique… I love getting all positive feedback, but reviews like yours are truly useful!

Disclaimer: I STILL don't own anything from Lord of the Rings ::hopeless tears:: but I do own Luinelothiel. I'll trade her to anyone for a new Piccolo and a couple of dimes!!!

**this chapter takes place about 5 years before the first great war (when Isildur first took the ring) and I'm using a much taken license in assuming that Legolas wasn't born yet and Haldir was about the equivalent of a teenage elf…. I'm really, really sorry if this is wrong, but I didn't take any of my LOTR books with me, nor my Simarallion so I can't look it up!**

Chapter 3

Haldir sleepily aroused from his bed to the sound of someone shouting very urgently from just outside his window. Grumbling something about what he wanted to do to the one who had intruded on his beauty rest (it had to do with some very sharp weapons and a couple of bon-fires), the young elf walked to the window of his tree house unsteadily.

As soon as he got there, something large and soft hit him in the middle of his forehead, hard enough to bruise, but also soft enough to get a sweet, sticky juice all over him.

"Get down here, you lazy-head!" Luinelothiel shouted from below, aiming another peach. "Or I'll lob this somewhere where it'll hurt more!"

"If you don't stop throwing things at me, I just might mistake you for an orc and lob the first one back at you- with an arrow attached!"

"You promised to be up an hour ago!" The she-elf retorted. Her ammunition was ready to be launched.

The two of them were in separable, Luinelothiel and Haldir, Haldir and Luinelothiel. The two young elves of Lorien, both promising warriors, and both insufferable practical jokers were never seen without one another.

Haldir disappeared from the window and re-appeared at it moments later in a fresh tunic, shirt, and hose, his face clean of fruit juice. Nimbly he leapt out of it and landed inches from his friend before she had time to react to him jumping out of the window. Reaching over, he snatched the peach from his Luinelothiel's hand and bit into it.

"Hey! That was my breakfast" The girl screamed, tackling Haldir, distracting him from his meal." The two of them tumbled to the ground, Haldir holding the peach high over his head, preventing Luinelothiel from reaching it. She began to move to reach it, but Haldir rolled over and leapt to his feet. The she-elf did the same, and ran right into the other elf near her. The two of them tumbled once again, but this time Haldir was not prepared. The peach went flying out of both of their hands and landed a little beside them in the dust. Haldir sighed as Luinelothiel glared.

"Oh, don't worry about it Song!" He said indignantly, using her nickname. "We can get something more later." She continued to glare at him.

"Besides," he said slyly, "I want to know what fabulous colors we can turn the training master's sword this morning before practice." This got the she-elf out of her mood.

"I found this wonderful root in by the lake the other day," she said wickedly, "I think we can manage a brilliant orange…"

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Haldir sighed as the memories came floating back to him, even as he ran. The wind whipped his face and he had been running for some time now, but he didn't stop, couldn't stop. Even though his jerkin was ripped by the wicked edges of branches as he leapt from tree to tree, and there was a long scratch down his cheekbone, he continued. Regardless of his quickening breath and aching legs, the elf desperately moved on. For as long as he ran he was safe from he searing truth that he had to face when he faced the ever-haunting blue eyes. But it did not keep the memories from coming…

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They had been friends for what seemed like forever…. They learned to walk, talk, and fight together, and assumed that their friendship would never be disrupted…. And then they became more then friends.

Haldir chased his friend through the forest, franticly trying to reach her.

"Come back here with that bow, you evil fiend!" He yelled. She only slowed enough to turn back and give him a wicked grin before continuing her crusade into the forest, carrying his bow in one hand. The two made their way farther into the forest until they reached a clearing. Taking his chance, Haldir leapt at the other elf from behind. Both fell to the ground. Instinctively she rolled over to face him, grinning even though he managed to pin her to the ground. Both were panting heavily from their run, and did not move for a minute. Then, to his great surprise, he found himself leaning down and pressing his lips to hers and quickly pulling away, completely taken aback by his own actions. However, the elf below him smiled and gently lifted her head up to meet his again, and then lay back down shyly…

When they openly showed their romance in public, several heads nodded in that "I knew it would come to this" attitude for it had been rumored that the pair had been romantically attached long before. Regardless of the growing threat outside of Lorien, the two reveled in the bliss of the haven of the elves and noticed very little else…

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Haldir smiled bitterly at the memories he had of his love as tears began to wash down his face. He was now slumped against a tree several miles off course from Lorien and even farther away from the traveling fellowship. However the night was clouded, and he knew that the fellowship would have to stop and wait another day until they reached the elvish country. Tears that were bittersweet had quickly formed and were spilling everywhere as the splashes of wet all around him reminded him of the last time he had shed them….

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Luinelothiel had mysteriously been called before the lady and Celeborn. Haldir had already assigned himself to go with her, wondering what the calling was about. War was stirring; he could feel it, as Sauron gained more and more power, gradually conquering more and more dwellings. He had the forbidding feeling that this audience with the rulers of Lorien had something to do with this war, but he had no idea what.

As the two of them entered the place where the meeting was to be held, hand in hand, Haldir looked up, surprised to see that the lady and lord of Lorien were waiting for them. As he met Galadriel's eyes, he saw something alarming in them, something awful. The beautiful she-elf's eyes held tears that were waiting to fall and an expression of deep regret as she regarded the two lovers. She did not look surprised that Haldir was companion Luinelothiel.

"I believe we only summoned the elf Luinelothiel Forestsong to this meeting tonight." Celeborn boomed, looking at Haldir.

"Yes, but-" Haldir started to protest. He had no need to however, because the lady interrupted him.

"Haldir may stay." she said simply. Celeborn winced, as though in sympathy, but said nothing else. Then he spoke, his voice not threatening, but holding a large amount of uncomfortable tension in it.

"War is stirring, as you very well know." Haldir felt as though something cold was just dropped into his heart as his suspicions of the nature of the conversation we proved correct.

"We as a people are strong, but not strong enough to face the armies of Sauron alone. We need the unity of every nation, as this was will effect every nation. Some are easily persuaded to join as, such as Lord Elrond of Rivendell. However others…others demand an alliance of sorts for their joint effort in this war. Thranduil of Mirkwood is such. We though long and hard of something that could be of value to him, and could come up with only one thing, something that he had hinted at in our negotiations. He is in need of a wife…

Well, I got a chapter done at camp. I'll work on others as best I can, but I think that the rest of my free time is going to be needed to practicing. I hope this chapter's all right….

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Until next time,

Lady-Daine