Disclaimer: This should be posted up somewhere so I wouldn't have to write
it all the time. No, I'm not a 200-year-old writer who wrote Lord of the
Rings and I do not own it!! Certain people should know that by now. *cough
cough nudge nudge wink wink*
We Are One
Unexpected Help
Haldir leapt through the trees of Lorien with grace and ease like a cat. He was still fuming with rage. He hated the way Orophin could read his emotions and find his deepest secrets. And he hated Orophin for revealing them for the world to see. He growled softly just thinking about that. Haldir stopped to regain his breath. He leaned lightly against a tree and gazed out at his beloved forest. Slowly, his anger drained away and he was at peace once again.
Haldir looked at the sun. His shift was finally over. He could now pursue Hithiel. 'Hithiel,' he murmured to himself. The name rolled around on his tongue like water over pebbles. It was the perfect name. He couldn't put a finger on what exactly made him so attracted to that particular Elf. Sure she was beautiful, even by Elven standards, but there was more. Even though he never talked to her, he could sense that she was caring and had a gentle soul.
Suddenly he heard a rustle of leaves below him. Instinctively, he brought forth his long bow and placed an arrow into it. He looked down and what he saw made him freeze. It was the Elf he was dreaming of, Hithiel. She was wearing the same outfit she wore when she came, a light blue-green tunic and black leggings. Her bow and arrows were strapped to her back. She moved with grace and self-confidence that matched Lady Galadriel. Haldir watched as she walked over to a patch of niphredils and took off her weapons and laid down. She was so beautiful laying there stretched out like she was the Goddess Artimis. The pale flowers highlighted her dark hair and her graceful figure and at that moment, Haldir knew that he would do anything for her. The sight sent his heart pounding like a love-sick Elfling.
Just as Haldir was going to sit on the branch to admire Hithiel some more, he spotted a black figure creeping towards her. He squinted but could not make out who he was. He wasn't a Lorien Elf, no Lorien Elves ever made that much noise nor was he from Imladris for the Elves of Rivendell were shorter and seldom dress in all black. 'He must be from Mirkwood but what is he doing here?'
Here, was Illusion's Glade, a hidden part of Lothlorien. It was very hard to find, even for the Guardians but it also happens to be Haldir's favorite spot. Now it was even lovelier because Hithiel was here. He glanced at the black figure. He appeared to be after Hithiel, but why? Haldir immediately disliked him. Hithiel was his! Nobody could take her away! He watched as the figure stealthily made his way towards the resting She-Elf. Half of him wanted to release the arrow that he was holding and shoot the Elf that was following HIS Elf. The other half knew that if he shot the Elf for no apparent reason, then he'd be in big trouble with the Lord and Lady. As much as he would've liked to shoot, he didn't. He watched with increasing hatred at the Elf as he approached Hithiel. The Elf slipped off his hood and now Haldir finally saw who it was and was very glad that he didn't shoot. It was Ambaril, Legolas's older brother, and crown Prince of Mirkwood.
Haldir glared daggers at Ambaril from his hiding place up in the trees. He watched as Ambaril approached HIS elf and grabbed her. Haldir knew he couldn't interfere with the crown Prince of Mirkwood but it was so hard to resist the temptation to knock the daylights out of him. Haldir had to watch helplessly as Ambaril wrestled to get the struggling Elf to lie still.
~*~*~With Hithiel~*~*~
'It's so peaceful here in Lorien, no orc attacks or anything,' thought Hithiel. She walked into a glade where a patch of niphredils bloomed. She smiled and laid down, exhausted from her journey to Lorien. 'The House of Elrond is fair but nothing can compare with the beauty of the Golden Woods.' And the sentry. a teasing voice whispered in the back of her mind. Ever since her encounter with Haldir, she was not able to block him from her mind. His face came floating into her mind whenever she relaxed. Ignoring the voice, she rolled over on the patch of flowers and closed her eyes.
She didn't know how much time had passed when suddenly she was yanked to her feet by an Elf with golden hair. Immediately she recognized him as Ambaril, the Mirkwood Prince. She felt for her bow and arrows but they were not there. Her eyes widened in fear as she realized that she was unarmed. 'Even if you had your weapons, you cannot harm him. He's a Prince.' She didn't know what he was doing but figured it out when he took out a piece of cloth and was reaching for her face. NO!! She desperately to get away, cursing at herself for getting caught off guard.
"Get away from me you bastard!" she yelled. Ambaril just sneered at her.
"Not so tough after all my little Mist." He grabbed for her but Hithiel managed to dodge from his groping hands.
"I'm not yours anymore!" She was Ambaril's lover before things started to fall apart. After the death of his mother, he changed completely. He was kind and passionate before but now he stands before her, cold and emotionless, eyes filled with lust and desire.
Ambaril was also a trained warrior and even though Hithiel was strong and fast, she wasn't quick enough to evade Ambaril's attack. With a ringing backhanded slap, he sent Hithiel sprawling into the patch of flowers. Now he advanced with a grin and knelt before her.
Hithiel's face was burning with pain as if someone was holding a torch and lighting it on fire. She felt her lip and found blood there. She had bitten her lip when she fell and now it was streaming down her chin, leaving a trail of blood down her face. She wasn't concerned about that though. She stared at Ambaril who was grinning down at her like a maniac. "Sweet dreams, my love." And with that he took the cloth he was holding and covered her nose and mouth.
Instinctively, she inhaled the drug that coated the cloth. Her eyes widened as she realized the smell and tried to fight off the dizziness that was clouding her mind. Hithiel finally surrendered herself to the darkness and slumped over onto the soft ground.
~*~*~With Haldir~*~*~
Haldir growled at Ambaril when he saw him grab Hithiel like that but now he SLAPPED her?!?! He will pay for that! He kept on watching, using every ounce of self-control that he had to keep from flying at Ambaril and strangling that Elf. His eyes narrowed dangerously when he saw him advancing towards the helpless form of Hithiel. Even with blood streaming from her lip, she was still beautiful. Haldir gripped the tree so hard that his knuckles turned white. He watched in horror as Ambaril drugged his beloved and slung her over his back like a sack of flour. That was the last straw! He can't do that to her!
With a roar of fury, he leapt out of the tree and rushed towards Ambaril with murder in his eyes, not caring anymore of the punishment that would follow when the Lord found out. There was a sickening crack when his knuckles hit Ambaril's jaw. The Prince's head snapped back in shock and he fell unconscious. Haldir glared at the fallen figure and walked towards the still-sleeping form of Hithiel. Gently, he picked her up and balancing her light weight in his arms. Haldir slowly walked towards his talan admiring Hithiel's gentle features for the first time close up.
Author's Note: I know that Elves sleep with their eyes open but I just thought it would sound better if they didn't. Big thanks to all the people who reviewed. The next chapter will be up in about a week because I have tons of school stuff and projects that I haven't started yet. Oh yeah and do me a favor and leave a review by clicking on the pretty purple down there, ok? Cool!
We Are One
Unexpected Help
Haldir leapt through the trees of Lorien with grace and ease like a cat. He was still fuming with rage. He hated the way Orophin could read his emotions and find his deepest secrets. And he hated Orophin for revealing them for the world to see. He growled softly just thinking about that. Haldir stopped to regain his breath. He leaned lightly against a tree and gazed out at his beloved forest. Slowly, his anger drained away and he was at peace once again.
Haldir looked at the sun. His shift was finally over. He could now pursue Hithiel. 'Hithiel,' he murmured to himself. The name rolled around on his tongue like water over pebbles. It was the perfect name. He couldn't put a finger on what exactly made him so attracted to that particular Elf. Sure she was beautiful, even by Elven standards, but there was more. Even though he never talked to her, he could sense that she was caring and had a gentle soul.
Suddenly he heard a rustle of leaves below him. Instinctively, he brought forth his long bow and placed an arrow into it. He looked down and what he saw made him freeze. It was the Elf he was dreaming of, Hithiel. She was wearing the same outfit she wore when she came, a light blue-green tunic and black leggings. Her bow and arrows were strapped to her back. She moved with grace and self-confidence that matched Lady Galadriel. Haldir watched as she walked over to a patch of niphredils and took off her weapons and laid down. She was so beautiful laying there stretched out like she was the Goddess Artimis. The pale flowers highlighted her dark hair and her graceful figure and at that moment, Haldir knew that he would do anything for her. The sight sent his heart pounding like a love-sick Elfling.
Just as Haldir was going to sit on the branch to admire Hithiel some more, he spotted a black figure creeping towards her. He squinted but could not make out who he was. He wasn't a Lorien Elf, no Lorien Elves ever made that much noise nor was he from Imladris for the Elves of Rivendell were shorter and seldom dress in all black. 'He must be from Mirkwood but what is he doing here?'
Here, was Illusion's Glade, a hidden part of Lothlorien. It was very hard to find, even for the Guardians but it also happens to be Haldir's favorite spot. Now it was even lovelier because Hithiel was here. He glanced at the black figure. He appeared to be after Hithiel, but why? Haldir immediately disliked him. Hithiel was his! Nobody could take her away! He watched as the figure stealthily made his way towards the resting She-Elf. Half of him wanted to release the arrow that he was holding and shoot the Elf that was following HIS Elf. The other half knew that if he shot the Elf for no apparent reason, then he'd be in big trouble with the Lord and Lady. As much as he would've liked to shoot, he didn't. He watched with increasing hatred at the Elf as he approached Hithiel. The Elf slipped off his hood and now Haldir finally saw who it was and was very glad that he didn't shoot. It was Ambaril, Legolas's older brother, and crown Prince of Mirkwood.
Haldir glared daggers at Ambaril from his hiding place up in the trees. He watched as Ambaril approached HIS elf and grabbed her. Haldir knew he couldn't interfere with the crown Prince of Mirkwood but it was so hard to resist the temptation to knock the daylights out of him. Haldir had to watch helplessly as Ambaril wrestled to get the struggling Elf to lie still.
~*~*~With Hithiel~*~*~
'It's so peaceful here in Lorien, no orc attacks or anything,' thought Hithiel. She walked into a glade where a patch of niphredils bloomed. She smiled and laid down, exhausted from her journey to Lorien. 'The House of Elrond is fair but nothing can compare with the beauty of the Golden Woods.' And the sentry. a teasing voice whispered in the back of her mind. Ever since her encounter with Haldir, she was not able to block him from her mind. His face came floating into her mind whenever she relaxed. Ignoring the voice, she rolled over on the patch of flowers and closed her eyes.
She didn't know how much time had passed when suddenly she was yanked to her feet by an Elf with golden hair. Immediately she recognized him as Ambaril, the Mirkwood Prince. She felt for her bow and arrows but they were not there. Her eyes widened in fear as she realized that she was unarmed. 'Even if you had your weapons, you cannot harm him. He's a Prince.' She didn't know what he was doing but figured it out when he took out a piece of cloth and was reaching for her face. NO!! She desperately to get away, cursing at herself for getting caught off guard.
"Get away from me you bastard!" she yelled. Ambaril just sneered at her.
"Not so tough after all my little Mist." He grabbed for her but Hithiel managed to dodge from his groping hands.
"I'm not yours anymore!" She was Ambaril's lover before things started to fall apart. After the death of his mother, he changed completely. He was kind and passionate before but now he stands before her, cold and emotionless, eyes filled with lust and desire.
Ambaril was also a trained warrior and even though Hithiel was strong and fast, she wasn't quick enough to evade Ambaril's attack. With a ringing backhanded slap, he sent Hithiel sprawling into the patch of flowers. Now he advanced with a grin and knelt before her.
Hithiel's face was burning with pain as if someone was holding a torch and lighting it on fire. She felt her lip and found blood there. She had bitten her lip when she fell and now it was streaming down her chin, leaving a trail of blood down her face. She wasn't concerned about that though. She stared at Ambaril who was grinning down at her like a maniac. "Sweet dreams, my love." And with that he took the cloth he was holding and covered her nose and mouth.
Instinctively, she inhaled the drug that coated the cloth. Her eyes widened as she realized the smell and tried to fight off the dizziness that was clouding her mind. Hithiel finally surrendered herself to the darkness and slumped over onto the soft ground.
~*~*~With Haldir~*~*~
Haldir growled at Ambaril when he saw him grab Hithiel like that but now he SLAPPED her?!?! He will pay for that! He kept on watching, using every ounce of self-control that he had to keep from flying at Ambaril and strangling that Elf. His eyes narrowed dangerously when he saw him advancing towards the helpless form of Hithiel. Even with blood streaming from her lip, she was still beautiful. Haldir gripped the tree so hard that his knuckles turned white. He watched in horror as Ambaril drugged his beloved and slung her over his back like a sack of flour. That was the last straw! He can't do that to her!
With a roar of fury, he leapt out of the tree and rushed towards Ambaril with murder in his eyes, not caring anymore of the punishment that would follow when the Lord found out. There was a sickening crack when his knuckles hit Ambaril's jaw. The Prince's head snapped back in shock and he fell unconscious. Haldir glared at the fallen figure and walked towards the still-sleeping form of Hithiel. Gently, he picked her up and balancing her light weight in his arms. Haldir slowly walked towards his talan admiring Hithiel's gentle features for the first time close up.
Author's Note: I know that Elves sleep with their eyes open but I just thought it would sound better if they didn't. Big thanks to all the people who reviewed. The next chapter will be up in about a week because I have tons of school stuff and projects that I haven't started yet. Oh yeah and do me a favor and leave a review by clicking on the pretty purple down there, ok? Cool!