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Disclaimer: I don't own anything having to do with Lord of the Rings, nor do I own the rights to the song "Ashokan Farewell" or the lyrics... I am using them exclusively for recreational uses in the context of this fan- fiction.
Note: I'm using the lyrics from "Ashokan Farewell" in this chapter.. It's a beautiful song that I've sung in choir before. if you have time, the tune is easily found on the internet, and it's absolutely wonderful!
Now.
Halo of Tears
Chapter 8
Lythian and Haldir struggled with each other blindly and furiously. Haldir still wasn't fully aware of who was attacking him and why, and Lythian was simply trying to disable the older elf before any of them came to any harm. While the she-elf was young and fit, she lacked the years of training that made Haldir the most formidable fighter in Lorien. Haldir managed to get her on her back, looking madly around, but lacking any recognition of his captain. Quickly, Lythian wrapped one of her legs around his shin and tugged then used both of her arms to push him away, sending him flying off her. Without thinking, she tackled him again, this time pinning him beneath her weight, trying not to touch his arms where they had been viciously sliced.
"STOP!" She screamed franticly when Haldir began to struggle. "Please stop, you need help Haldir! Sir!"
Lythian was quickly losing her grip on her elder as he thrashed about, attempting get away from her. At those words he suddenly stopped, and the grotesque mask was replaced by the emotionless one that he had so often taken up. Lythian panted wildly as Haldir blinked and looked up at her, then at his arms.
"Let me up," he ordered curtly. "I was surprised by your attack and did not recognize you." Lythian snorted.
"Not unless you agree to come with me." She replied, her tone matching his.
"Come with you? What for?" Haldir said, attempting to keep his voice from shaking. "Since when are captains allowed to unnecessarily attack their superiors?"
"Unnecessarily is the last thing that I would call my attack." Lythian replied, easing her weight off the older elf, feeling suddenly uncomfortable in the position that she was in. She turned to face him, her violet eyes piercing his. "Haldir, you need help. Look at yourself. I.we, can support you, but you must let us. Please, do it for yourself!"
At those final words, Haldir's façade crumbled and he quickly turned away to hide the tears that had escaped the prison of his masquerade. Then he stiffened and quickly whirled around, catching Lythian off guard and sending her sprawling backwards. He got up and dusted himself off, ignoring the blood that was spattered all over him and his arms. Before turning away he said icily,
"Let me attend my own business and attend to your own. Perhaps that will keep you out of further trouble." Haldir strode off into the clearing, seemingly oblivious to anything around him, or the fact that he had just tried to kill himself.
Lythian groaned and lifted herself off the ground. Later tonight she was going to be bruised, very, very bruised. Perhaps when this situation had been dealt with, she would pay the warden back.. That shade of purple that the twins of Rivendell had managed to achieve in his hair was extremely attractive to the eye.
She looked up to find that Haldir had not rushed off, but was simply striding away, obvious short on energy. She recalled the fight of that early morning. Perhaps.
Leaping to her feet and wincing at the bruising that was surely forming on her back and arms, Lythian started after him in a dead sprint that was startlingly fast. She managed to get directly behind him without the other elf knowing. Swiftly she laid him flat with a single knock to his head.
"Sorry Haldir," she whispered softly, trying to get the elder in a position where she could half carry half drag him without hurting either of them, "It's for your own good."
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Aragorn paced nervously around the campsite, unable to sleep or even rest for he was tense with anticipation. It was now nearly dawn, and the sun was just beginning to rise in the east. Legolas lay nearby, breathing silently, apparently asleep. So, when the elf spoke, it caused the man to jump several feet,
"Stop pacing Aragorn, you are making me dizzy." He said, turning over to face the man.
"There is nothing that we can do except wait, and if you continue to pace you will have no energy to deal with what is to come. I have a feeling that you will need all that you can get."
"I thought you were asleep!" Aragorn said, more sharply then he meant, surprised by the elf's wakefulness." Legolas shook his head and yawned.
"You think too loud!" he said indignantly, "And I'm listening to the lament that my fellows are singing." Aragorn looked down at the elf with an expression of extreme annoyance,
"I know that elvish ears are good, but certainly they are not THAT good!" He said, wondering if Legolas really could "hear" his thoughts and not liking the idea.
"No, but by the racket that you make pacing and the sound that you make by constantly shaking your head, even a dwarf would be able to discern exactly how you feel!"
"I heard that!" came an indiscreet voice from close by.
"I am very impressed with your hearing abilities master dwarf!" Legolas called mockingly but kindly into the shelter where Gimli was residing. Aragorn just rolled his eyes and begged whatever Gods were listening for patience before continuing his pacing. He did not have much longer to go though, for Legolas perked up his ears and tensed in alert, before grabbing Aragorn's arm and starting a dead sprint into the forest.
"What?" Aragorn asked, trying to catch up to the lithe elf's dash.
"Lythian called for us," Legolas said vaguely, increasing his speed and changing directions. Aragorn knew better then to question the elf, and put all his concentration into keeping up. Legolas led them on a winding path through the forests of Lorien, his speed never wavering as he seemed to know exactly where he was going.
Finally they reach a clearing and Legolas abruptly stopped.
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Lythian was struggling with Haldir's limp form, trying to drag him towards Lorien without hurting him. She was not making very much progress. Haldir was bleeding profusely, and the she-elf was starting to panic.
However, when the man and the elf walked into the clearing, she looked up, obviously very relieved to see them. Immediately the two friends took charge of Haldir, carefully putting him in Legolas's arms so that he could be carried back to the dwellings of Lorien. As they left, Legolas raised a questioning eyebrow towards Lythian, his inquisition obvious. It seemed to Legolas that the girl had been hoping they wouldn't ask questions, for she spoke with great reluctance. Most of the explanation became painfully obvious when she walked over to Haldir's body and flipped his wrists over.
"He had a knife." Lythian began haltingly. "And.And he was doing..this," she pointed at his wrists. To see the normally cheerful she- elf so subdued and shaken was unnerving, and both Legolas and Aragorn gave her sympathetic looks. Lythian forced herself to continue.
"He brought it. to his throat. So I. I tackled him, fought with him. To knock him out. it was a last resort." Both of her companions nodded at her quickly explanation, satisfied with it. Lythian gave a sigh of relief. The three cohorts walked in silence for a few moments, each wrapped in their own thoughts. Aragorn was the one to break the silence.
"Where do we put him?" He asked reasonably. "The lady knows of his plight, but I daresay we do not want to walk through the streets of Lorien with him bleeding as he is. There is no need to bring him to a healer, I can tend his wounds." Lythian hesitated for a moment, before volunteering,
"We can bring him to my home. it is very close to here and on the very outskirts of the dwellings for I often do late night patrols." Relieved at the easy solution, Legolas and Aragorn quickly agreed, and Lythian took the lead, leading them to her tree house.
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It was indeed close to where they had been, and before much time had past, the group was at the foot of the tree that boasted Lythian's modest home. With very little effort, Legolas tossed Haldir over his shoulder and scrambled up the tree, closely followed by Aragorn and Lythian herself.
Lythian led them trio into the tree-house. It was reticent, but nice, containing a bedroom, a small common room where a few elves could comfortable sit and talk, and a kitchen/dining room, where food could be prepared and eaten. It doubled as a meeting place for Lythian's squad, and was probably the largest room in the house. Lythian directed them to the bedroom and motioned for Legolas to lay the March Warden on the bed while she opened a window behind her to let some light into the dim room. Aragorn disappeared into the kitchen to find some supplementary herbs to use on Haldir's wounds, which were already starting to heal. However, the Warden had lost a good deal of blood, and treatment was somewhat urgent.
"Can the door be locked?" Legolas asked tentatively, "from the outside?" Lythian nodded absently, and showed him where the lock and key were.
"In case we MUST confine someone immediately, this is the closest house to the eastern woods." The she-elf explained, latching the lock onto the door, preparing it to be locked. "I've never used it, but now it is sinisterly useful, isn't it?" She gave Legolas a sardonic grin and went to help Aragorn find what he needed to treat the Warden.
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When Aragorn had finished administering treatment to the unconscious elf, he stood up and faced the waiting pair at the foot of the bed.
"I did just about the same thing as I had the first time around." Aragorn said. "I also gave him something to keep him asleep for awhile so he doesn't jump up and re-open something. He will wake sometime tonight, and when he does, I fear it will not be pleasant." Both Lythian and Legolas nodded, not looking forward to the events of the evening.
"Now," Legolas said firmly, "I wish to regain the sleep that I have not gotten, and please Aragorn, if you must think, do it somewhere else!" Aragorn smiled and replied, "I shall also sleep I believe, but perhaps then I will dream too loud for you!" Legolas grimaced.
"I will remind you that I was up before the sun yesterday, fighting Orcs and keeping you from getting your face smashed into your skull. Though I have to say, the change in appearance might have been for the better!" And with that comment, Legolas tore out of the tree house, not waiting for Aragorn to return the insult and or attempt to inflict harm on him, which the man quickly proceeded to do. The two of them tore off in a race back to the campsite, leaving Lythian by herself with the unconscious Haldir. She turned and looked at him, then sighed audibly. Turning, she also left the house after securely locking the door to Haldir's room. Without any purpose, she began to wander the woods close by, desperately trying to sort out her thoughts so that she could tackle them in an orderly fashion.
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Why is this so unnerving? She asked herself, not sure if she wanted to know the answer. I am fond of Haldir, but why do I abruptly feel as though I've known him all my life? I only met him when I became captain-. Suddenly Lythian felt very old, so much older then her tender age of under two millenniums. What are my feelings for him? Why are they suddenly more then just comrade to comrade? Lythian threw her arms up in frustration, simply unable to figure out her feelings. Why me? Why am I always the one stuck in trouble? She asked herself. Because, her voice of reason kicked in, you look for it. If Lythian could have, she would have enjoyed disemboweling that particular voice very slowly. Instead she closed her eyes in trepidation and began to make her way back to her house to see if Haldir had awakened yet.
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Haldir reluctantly cracked one eye open, and then the other, surveying his new surroundings with interest. The last thing he remembered was walking away from Lythian in anger.and then. nothing. Where am I now? He wondered, peering around. He was in a small, simply furnished room. It contained only the bed that he was laying on, a chest, a small table, a comfortable looking seat in the corner, a single window, and the door. It was unfamiliar to him, though it resembled his own bedroom closely. One of the other scouts'. Lythian! So Lythian had knocked him out and taken him here. That was enough for a court martial.and he would give it to her. Meddling in his business, the stupid girl was getting in way over her head.
Quickly, Haldir tried to sit up and was forced back down by a wave of dizziness. The pain and anguish that had been held away from him by sleep suddenly forced its way back in full measure, causing the elf to grimace and squeeze his eyes shut. His wrists and head throbbed hugely, and total despair rained down on him. I have to get out of here! He thought, suddenly frantic. Fighting back the dizziness, Haldir got up and painfully made his way to the door. Gripping the handle for dear life, he twisted it, only to find it locked. She'll pay for this, Haldir though vengefully. Slowly he walked back to the bed, and collapsed on it, all energy spent. The last lights of day were falling through the window, lighting up the dark room slightly. Haldir turned his face up so that he could see the sunset.ignoring the onslaught of tears that had begun to run down his face. There was no tomorrow, no future, only now, and the horrible despair that was quickly destroying him. There was no hope, none at all. Why? Haldir could only venture, Why me? On sudden impulse, the elf turned his head toward the sunset and for the first time in years, opened his mouth and began to sing, an old song that had been his favorite as a child..
The sun is sinking low in the sky above Ashokan.
The pines and the willows know soon we will part.
There's a whisper in the wind, of promises unspoken,
and a love that will always remain in my heart.
My thoughts will return to the sound of your laughter,
the magic of moving as one,
and a time we'll remember long ever after
the moonlight and music and dancing are done.
Will we climb the hills once more?
Will we walk the woods together?
Will I feel you holding me close once again?
Will every song we've sung stay with us forever?
Will you dance in my dreams or my arms until then?
Under the moon the mountains lie sleeping
over the lake the stars shine.
They wonder if you and I will be keeping
the magic and music, or leave them behind.
Haldir opened his mouth to finish the song, but he found that no sound would come out. From behind him, a female voice finished the song,
Farewell
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
That's it for now..
Special Note: I'm desperately in need of a beta reader!! If anyone has time on their hands and wants to be a beta for my stories, that would be wonderful.. If you're interested, please leave a note in your review, or e- mail me at Laurellight13@yahoo.com
Once again thanks for the wonderful reviews!
::begs:: if you have time, please tell me what you think of this chapter! You just know you want to click that nice button at the bottom of the page that says "review" on it!
Wind to thy wings,
Lady-Daine
Once again, thank you thank you thank you for the wonderful reviews!!!!
I'm not going to respond this chapter, so that I have more time to make it longer. I'll do replies next chapter!!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything having to do with Lord of the Rings, nor do I own the rights to the song "Ashokan Farewell" or the lyrics... I am using them exclusively for recreational uses in the context of this fan- fiction.
Note: I'm using the lyrics from "Ashokan Farewell" in this chapter.. It's a beautiful song that I've sung in choir before. if you have time, the tune is easily found on the internet, and it's absolutely wonderful!
Now.
Halo of Tears
Chapter 8
Lythian and Haldir struggled with each other blindly and furiously. Haldir still wasn't fully aware of who was attacking him and why, and Lythian was simply trying to disable the older elf before any of them came to any harm. While the she-elf was young and fit, she lacked the years of training that made Haldir the most formidable fighter in Lorien. Haldir managed to get her on her back, looking madly around, but lacking any recognition of his captain. Quickly, Lythian wrapped one of her legs around his shin and tugged then used both of her arms to push him away, sending him flying off her. Without thinking, she tackled him again, this time pinning him beneath her weight, trying not to touch his arms where they had been viciously sliced.
"STOP!" She screamed franticly when Haldir began to struggle. "Please stop, you need help Haldir! Sir!"
Lythian was quickly losing her grip on her elder as he thrashed about, attempting get away from her. At those words he suddenly stopped, and the grotesque mask was replaced by the emotionless one that he had so often taken up. Lythian panted wildly as Haldir blinked and looked up at her, then at his arms.
"Let me up," he ordered curtly. "I was surprised by your attack and did not recognize you." Lythian snorted.
"Not unless you agree to come with me." She replied, her tone matching his.
"Come with you? What for?" Haldir said, attempting to keep his voice from shaking. "Since when are captains allowed to unnecessarily attack their superiors?"
"Unnecessarily is the last thing that I would call my attack." Lythian replied, easing her weight off the older elf, feeling suddenly uncomfortable in the position that she was in. She turned to face him, her violet eyes piercing his. "Haldir, you need help. Look at yourself. I.we, can support you, but you must let us. Please, do it for yourself!"
At those final words, Haldir's façade crumbled and he quickly turned away to hide the tears that had escaped the prison of his masquerade. Then he stiffened and quickly whirled around, catching Lythian off guard and sending her sprawling backwards. He got up and dusted himself off, ignoring the blood that was spattered all over him and his arms. Before turning away he said icily,
"Let me attend my own business and attend to your own. Perhaps that will keep you out of further trouble." Haldir strode off into the clearing, seemingly oblivious to anything around him, or the fact that he had just tried to kill himself.
Lythian groaned and lifted herself off the ground. Later tonight she was going to be bruised, very, very bruised. Perhaps when this situation had been dealt with, she would pay the warden back.. That shade of purple that the twins of Rivendell had managed to achieve in his hair was extremely attractive to the eye.
She looked up to find that Haldir had not rushed off, but was simply striding away, obvious short on energy. She recalled the fight of that early morning. Perhaps.
Leaping to her feet and wincing at the bruising that was surely forming on her back and arms, Lythian started after him in a dead sprint that was startlingly fast. She managed to get directly behind him without the other elf knowing. Swiftly she laid him flat with a single knock to his head.
"Sorry Haldir," she whispered softly, trying to get the elder in a position where she could half carry half drag him without hurting either of them, "It's for your own good."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Aragorn paced nervously around the campsite, unable to sleep or even rest for he was tense with anticipation. It was now nearly dawn, and the sun was just beginning to rise in the east. Legolas lay nearby, breathing silently, apparently asleep. So, when the elf spoke, it caused the man to jump several feet,
"Stop pacing Aragorn, you are making me dizzy." He said, turning over to face the man.
"There is nothing that we can do except wait, and if you continue to pace you will have no energy to deal with what is to come. I have a feeling that you will need all that you can get."
"I thought you were asleep!" Aragorn said, more sharply then he meant, surprised by the elf's wakefulness." Legolas shook his head and yawned.
"You think too loud!" he said indignantly, "And I'm listening to the lament that my fellows are singing." Aragorn looked down at the elf with an expression of extreme annoyance,
"I know that elvish ears are good, but certainly they are not THAT good!" He said, wondering if Legolas really could "hear" his thoughts and not liking the idea.
"No, but by the racket that you make pacing and the sound that you make by constantly shaking your head, even a dwarf would be able to discern exactly how you feel!"
"I heard that!" came an indiscreet voice from close by.
"I am very impressed with your hearing abilities master dwarf!" Legolas called mockingly but kindly into the shelter where Gimli was residing. Aragorn just rolled his eyes and begged whatever Gods were listening for patience before continuing his pacing. He did not have much longer to go though, for Legolas perked up his ears and tensed in alert, before grabbing Aragorn's arm and starting a dead sprint into the forest.
"What?" Aragorn asked, trying to catch up to the lithe elf's dash.
"Lythian called for us," Legolas said vaguely, increasing his speed and changing directions. Aragorn knew better then to question the elf, and put all his concentration into keeping up. Legolas led them on a winding path through the forests of Lorien, his speed never wavering as he seemed to know exactly where he was going.
Finally they reach a clearing and Legolas abruptly stopped.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Lythian was struggling with Haldir's limp form, trying to drag him towards Lorien without hurting him. She was not making very much progress. Haldir was bleeding profusely, and the she-elf was starting to panic.
However, when the man and the elf walked into the clearing, she looked up, obviously very relieved to see them. Immediately the two friends took charge of Haldir, carefully putting him in Legolas's arms so that he could be carried back to the dwellings of Lorien. As they left, Legolas raised a questioning eyebrow towards Lythian, his inquisition obvious. It seemed to Legolas that the girl had been hoping they wouldn't ask questions, for she spoke with great reluctance. Most of the explanation became painfully obvious when she walked over to Haldir's body and flipped his wrists over.
"He had a knife." Lythian began haltingly. "And.And he was doing..this," she pointed at his wrists. To see the normally cheerful she- elf so subdued and shaken was unnerving, and both Legolas and Aragorn gave her sympathetic looks. Lythian forced herself to continue.
"He brought it. to his throat. So I. I tackled him, fought with him. To knock him out. it was a last resort." Both of her companions nodded at her quickly explanation, satisfied with it. Lythian gave a sigh of relief. The three cohorts walked in silence for a few moments, each wrapped in their own thoughts. Aragorn was the one to break the silence.
"Where do we put him?" He asked reasonably. "The lady knows of his plight, but I daresay we do not want to walk through the streets of Lorien with him bleeding as he is. There is no need to bring him to a healer, I can tend his wounds." Lythian hesitated for a moment, before volunteering,
"We can bring him to my home. it is very close to here and on the very outskirts of the dwellings for I often do late night patrols." Relieved at the easy solution, Legolas and Aragorn quickly agreed, and Lythian took the lead, leading them to her tree house.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
It was indeed close to where they had been, and before much time had past, the group was at the foot of the tree that boasted Lythian's modest home. With very little effort, Legolas tossed Haldir over his shoulder and scrambled up the tree, closely followed by Aragorn and Lythian herself.
Lythian led them trio into the tree-house. It was reticent, but nice, containing a bedroom, a small common room where a few elves could comfortable sit and talk, and a kitchen/dining room, where food could be prepared and eaten. It doubled as a meeting place for Lythian's squad, and was probably the largest room in the house. Lythian directed them to the bedroom and motioned for Legolas to lay the March Warden on the bed while she opened a window behind her to let some light into the dim room. Aragorn disappeared into the kitchen to find some supplementary herbs to use on Haldir's wounds, which were already starting to heal. However, the Warden had lost a good deal of blood, and treatment was somewhat urgent.
"Can the door be locked?" Legolas asked tentatively, "from the outside?" Lythian nodded absently, and showed him where the lock and key were.
"In case we MUST confine someone immediately, this is the closest house to the eastern woods." The she-elf explained, latching the lock onto the door, preparing it to be locked. "I've never used it, but now it is sinisterly useful, isn't it?" She gave Legolas a sardonic grin and went to help Aragorn find what he needed to treat the Warden.
~*~*~*~*~*~
When Aragorn had finished administering treatment to the unconscious elf, he stood up and faced the waiting pair at the foot of the bed.
"I did just about the same thing as I had the first time around." Aragorn said. "I also gave him something to keep him asleep for awhile so he doesn't jump up and re-open something. He will wake sometime tonight, and when he does, I fear it will not be pleasant." Both Lythian and Legolas nodded, not looking forward to the events of the evening.
"Now," Legolas said firmly, "I wish to regain the sleep that I have not gotten, and please Aragorn, if you must think, do it somewhere else!" Aragorn smiled and replied, "I shall also sleep I believe, but perhaps then I will dream too loud for you!" Legolas grimaced.
"I will remind you that I was up before the sun yesterday, fighting Orcs and keeping you from getting your face smashed into your skull. Though I have to say, the change in appearance might have been for the better!" And with that comment, Legolas tore out of the tree house, not waiting for Aragorn to return the insult and or attempt to inflict harm on him, which the man quickly proceeded to do. The two of them tore off in a race back to the campsite, leaving Lythian by herself with the unconscious Haldir. She turned and looked at him, then sighed audibly. Turning, she also left the house after securely locking the door to Haldir's room. Without any purpose, she began to wander the woods close by, desperately trying to sort out her thoughts so that she could tackle them in an orderly fashion.
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Why is this so unnerving? She asked herself, not sure if she wanted to know the answer. I am fond of Haldir, but why do I abruptly feel as though I've known him all my life? I only met him when I became captain-. Suddenly Lythian felt very old, so much older then her tender age of under two millenniums. What are my feelings for him? Why are they suddenly more then just comrade to comrade? Lythian threw her arms up in frustration, simply unable to figure out her feelings. Why me? Why am I always the one stuck in trouble? She asked herself. Because, her voice of reason kicked in, you look for it. If Lythian could have, she would have enjoyed disemboweling that particular voice very slowly. Instead she closed her eyes in trepidation and began to make her way back to her house to see if Haldir had awakened yet.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Haldir reluctantly cracked one eye open, and then the other, surveying his new surroundings with interest. The last thing he remembered was walking away from Lythian in anger.and then. nothing. Where am I now? He wondered, peering around. He was in a small, simply furnished room. It contained only the bed that he was laying on, a chest, a small table, a comfortable looking seat in the corner, a single window, and the door. It was unfamiliar to him, though it resembled his own bedroom closely. One of the other scouts'. Lythian! So Lythian had knocked him out and taken him here. That was enough for a court martial.and he would give it to her. Meddling in his business, the stupid girl was getting in way over her head.
Quickly, Haldir tried to sit up and was forced back down by a wave of dizziness. The pain and anguish that had been held away from him by sleep suddenly forced its way back in full measure, causing the elf to grimace and squeeze his eyes shut. His wrists and head throbbed hugely, and total despair rained down on him. I have to get out of here! He thought, suddenly frantic. Fighting back the dizziness, Haldir got up and painfully made his way to the door. Gripping the handle for dear life, he twisted it, only to find it locked. She'll pay for this, Haldir though vengefully. Slowly he walked back to the bed, and collapsed on it, all energy spent. The last lights of day were falling through the window, lighting up the dark room slightly. Haldir turned his face up so that he could see the sunset.ignoring the onslaught of tears that had begun to run down his face. There was no tomorrow, no future, only now, and the horrible despair that was quickly destroying him. There was no hope, none at all. Why? Haldir could only venture, Why me? On sudden impulse, the elf turned his head toward the sunset and for the first time in years, opened his mouth and began to sing, an old song that had been his favorite as a child..
The sun is sinking low in the sky above Ashokan.
The pines and the willows know soon we will part.
There's a whisper in the wind, of promises unspoken,
and a love that will always remain in my heart.
My thoughts will return to the sound of your laughter,
the magic of moving as one,
and a time we'll remember long ever after
the moonlight and music and dancing are done.
Will we climb the hills once more?
Will we walk the woods together?
Will I feel you holding me close once again?
Will every song we've sung stay with us forever?
Will you dance in my dreams or my arms until then?
Under the moon the mountains lie sleeping
over the lake the stars shine.
They wonder if you and I will be keeping
the magic and music, or leave them behind.
Haldir opened his mouth to finish the song, but he found that no sound would come out. From behind him, a female voice finished the song,
Farewell
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
That's it for now..
Special Note: I'm desperately in need of a beta reader!! If anyone has time on their hands and wants to be a beta for my stories, that would be wonderful.. If you're interested, please leave a note in your review, or e- mail me at Laurellight13@yahoo.com
Once again thanks for the wonderful reviews!
::begs:: if you have time, please tell me what you think of this chapter! You just know you want to click that nice button at the bottom of the page that says "review" on it!
Wind to thy wings,
Lady-Daine