At Lorien's borders, Haldir, Rumil, and Orophin discussed the invader. Haldir filled his brothers in as Galadriel had told him all she had learned so far, glossing over the ghastly Elrond/Galadriel details kindly left out by the author. None were surprised to find that, despite her pointed ears, the girl was not of their kind.
"She says she is the daughter of Elrond and Galadriel? The Half-Elven and the Lady of Light? Does she not know their relation?" laughed Orophin.
Haldir eyed his youngest brother darkly, as if thinking that this should not be made light of. "It is said that some of these creatures can lay such a spell on you that you believe their every word," he cautioned.
Rumil, second oldest and quietest of the trio, spoke up suddenly. "Someone must talk to this creature. I am curious."
"Haldir, you are the eldest," said Orophin, "and you owe us. We run about on errands for you."
Haldir sighed. It seemed a question of honor. He was their superior, but still…"Very well then. I shall go."
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And go he did, to the Healers' flet. Why, Haldir thought, is this accursed injury taking so long to heal?
When he saw the Sue, she had not yet noticed him. Then she looked up and stopped writing her angst-ridden love poem.
"I know you," she said. "You are the cold, arrogant, heartless march warden who falls in love with me and tries to force me to love you, abusing me, even though I gave my heart to another. This will create a bitter love triangle that ends in you trying to kill me in a jealous rage but you are instead killed by my lover. I then have angsty moments of regret for what might have been and leave flowers on your grave, which get me about thirty good reviews."
"Good what, lady?"
"Lots of admirers."
"Ah."
"Would you like to know my name, march warden? It is Galenaёraeinea and it means ' beautiful princess destined to have ill-fated love.'" With that, Galenaёraeinea resumed her poem. Haldir, deed done and honor kept through great pain, exited. Rather than heading back to his brothers, he went to find his Lady.
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"And what did she say her name was?"
"I do not remember milady, but it was certainly not in the tongues of Elves, Ents, Dwarves or Men. It sounded nearly as bad as the Black Speech, or perhaps a form of orcish. Do you think…?"
"No Haldir, she is not of Mordor. Nor is she of Isengard. As I told you, this creature is not from Arda."
Haldir remembered all the tales he had ever heard and opened his mouth to speak.
"And no, she did not come from Morgoth's Void."
Haldir closed his mouth.
"She said horrid things about me, my lady. She said her lover would kill me. Is it true?"
Galadriel smiled. "Unless she falls in love with an Uruk and you do not have your bow at the ready, I doubt it."
Haldir looked visibly relieved.
"I would send you back to ask more, but as your brothers are probably waiting for information and as you may not be able to take any more of her falsehoods, I shall go on my own."
If it indeed was possible, Haldir looked even more relieved that before.
