Disclaimer: No, I do not own Lord of the Rings cause if I did I would be
filthy rich and out on a spending spree instead of typing up a sad lil fic.
Author's Note: This is the touchy-feely part of the fic and just so you know, I suck at writing those parts but I'm working on it thanks to my awesome reviewers! Thank you so much all you reviewers! You are the best! I love you all!! :D
We Are One
In the Dark
Hithiel gazed up at the starry sky of Lothlorien at night and sighed in contentment. Haldir stood not far from her, gazing out over Caras Galadhon and occasionally glancing at her. Hithiel noticed none of this though. She was taking in the beauty of Lorien as she never saw before. "You're so lucky to live here," she said, breaking the silence. "I never knew true beauty until now."
Haldir looked at her beautiful face and was tempted to say that her beauty was even greater but held his tongue. "Come with me," he said offering her a hand. "I want to show you something."
Hithiel took it without hesitation and soon they were leaping gracefully across great mallorn trees as if they were born to fly. Haldir stopped after a while and took Hithiel's soft but skillful hands into his own. He looked over his shoulder as if to be sure that nobody saw them and with that he jumped off the branch and landed into a clearing surrounded by trees. The trees were so dense that no starlight penetrated it but the place had a light of its own. It was the secret grove where Lúthiel Tinuviel had danced with Beran lone ago. Even though they are gone, the magic of Little Dancing Tinuviel still lingers in the air and fills the grove with flowers of the West.
"Wow!" Hithiel sighed as she beheld the beauty of Tinuviel's Glade. She twirled around and sat down. Little flower pedals flew up and showered the two with pedals of every color. Haldir smiled and joined her, all thoughts of duty forgotten.
He laid beside her slim frame and gazed at her startling green eyes. Hithiel rolled until she was on top of Haldir and rested her head on his firm chest. She absent-mindedly stroked his chest, making swirly patterns on it. Haldir reached out and captured her hand in his and held it as if it was his lifeline. She looked up at him with wide eyes. 'God, she is so.' Words could not describe the emotions he felt at that moment. His heart filled with joy at the sight of her that it drove everything from his mind- the anger, the pain, the loss.it was all forgotten.
Before he knew it, he drew her up to him and captured her delicate lips in his. She tasted better than anything he every had in his entire life. She was the freshness of the coming spring and the sweetness of honey with wine. Haldir never wanted to let go of her. Never! Hithiel moaned in his mouth and that's what brought him back to his senses. He quickly pulled back, fearful of what her reaction would be. To his relief, she was smiling at him. "I'm sor-," his apology was cut short when her finger went up to his lips. Without hesitation, she pulled him down into another kiss.
~*~*~With Hithiel~*~*~
'The Glade of Tinuviel! I though it didn't exist!' Hithiel stared across at the glade coved with flowers. She laid down upon a bed of flowers and gazed at the shining gold that was Haldir. 'His eyes are so beautiful,' she thought. Where did that come from? Did she actually like him? She tried to get rid of the thought but the little voice in the back of her mind teased her, 'You know you want him. You know you do. Just do it! Tell him!'
She watched the Guardian as he stretched out beside her, his muscles rippling with each movement and his golden hair shining with some unknown light. She put her head down on his chest and tried to gather up courage to tell him. 'Hithiel, you are pathetic. You've faced over thirty orcs alone and now you don't have enough courage to confess?' She looked into his beautiful eyes for comfort more than courage. Then without warning, Haldir pulled her up and kissed her, expelling his passion, his desire, and his love.
Hithiel melted in his arms. If she wasn't on the ground then she was sure she was going to collapse. She deepened the kiss and responded back, her tongue shyly exploring his mouth. It was heaven. Everything was perfect. She moaned. Suddenly he broke apart as quickly as he started. She was startled but when she looked into those expressive blue-gray eyes, she knew he wanted an answer. She smiled and gave him the only answer she could. She kissed him again with more courage showing him her love.
~*~*~With Haldir (again!)~*~*~
Haldir stiffened. She looked up and wrapped her arm around him. "What's wrong?" But even as she said that, her senses detected something wrong with the air. Something foul was about but she didn't know what it was. Instinctively, she picked up her weapons that laid on the ground and braced herself for battle.
"They are not orcs," Haldir said finally not taking his eyes off of the surrounding trees. "I think they are the Black Elves."
'Black Elves,' Hithiel shivered. They were the ones who gave themselves up to Mordor so they would rule. But they were cheated. The Dark Lord took them and tortured them beyond endurance, until all sense was lost. They were brain washed and darkened with the filth of the Black Land. The still had their Elven grace but they were no longer Elves. They were the servants of Mordor and ruthlessly slaughtered their own kin under the Eye's command.
"Come, lets move!" Haldir commanded as he leapt up the trees with ease, grabbing his weapons. "Lets see if you fight as well as you play!" he teased.
"Oh, you will see before the night is over!" she replied. Hithiel followed silently and swiftly behind. They were right. The Black Elves were in Lothlorien. They had passed the borders unnoticed and were making their way into Caras Galadhon. Haldir and Hithiel leaped into a nearby flet and started to fire arrows at the group. Haldir make a high-pitched whistle to summon the other sentries and they were also coming to aid them.
"There are too many!" cried Hithiel as she let her last arrow fly. "We must go down and fight hand to hand!"
"Yes, you're right. Come, and be careful. I don't want you to get hurt," said Haldir gently. He brushed a kiss against her face and with that, he drew his sword out with a metallic clang and leapt down into the mass of Black Elves.
Hithiel stood for a second enjoying the feel of Haldir's lips and then drawing her twin long knives she too leapt into battle. The Black Elves were not stupid or slow like the orcs. They were once skilled Elven warriors. Two of them raced at Hithiel, their sword raised and prepared to strike. She easily dodged their blows and stabbed them both from behind. Just as she looked up, another blow was coming, aimed at her face. She quickly raised both knives and blocked the blow. She shoved with all her strength and killed the enemy.
Her world became nothing but last minute blocks and deadly blows. Each strike lasted for half a second before the next wave came. There seemed to be an endless amount of Black Elves and the Lorien Guardians were lost in the sea of black. She knew that Haldir was in there somewhere fighting with all his strength. She would not let him down! Ignoring her screaming muscles, she raised her knives and plunged them deep into the heart of a foul Elf and yanked them back out roughly, preparing for the next blow. It came swift and hard. She crossed her knives and blocked it from making a hole in her belly. She pushed the blade away and cursed softly in Elvish. She heard a thrum of a bow and instinctively ducked down. As she ducked she heard a clear voice yell out in pain. This was no Black Elf. It was on of the Galadrim. She saw a flash of golden hair and her heart leapt to her throat. 'It can't be Haldir! It can't!' She fought towards the injured Elf, shoving bodies aside. The Elf was still fighting but weakly. He was not Haldir but he looked a lot like him. She guessed that it was his brother. She ran over to him and helped him up. He gazed at her weakly. "Hithiel?" he murmured weakly.
"Yes, tis I," she answered pulling him up to his feet. She was so busy that she forgot to ask how he knew her name. Hithiel finally got the Elf to his feet and was escorting him out of a battle, now using one knife to deflect deadly blows from hitting her or the other Elf. "Who are you?" she asked when they reached safety.
"I'm Orophin," he answered weakly, "Haldir's brother." His eyes were beginning to glaze over from the pain and the loss of blood. "Go back into battle. They need you. We are hopelessly outnumbered so we need all that we have. Go! Don't worry about me," he added when he saw her look doubtfully at him.
Hithiel looked at him one last time before turning away and reentering the battle. Her muscles screamed in pain but she forced them to work. Cut. Slash. Stab. Parry. Cut. Slash. Stab. Parry. That was her world. The ground in which they battled was soon red and filthy from the blood spilled from both sides of the battle. Finally when dawn came around, there were few Black Elves left. The night in which started out peacefully turned into a bloody massacre. It seemed like eternity. Her only thought was on Haldir and if he was unharmed. She had a couple minor scratches and cuts but nothing really damaging. Her strength was nearing its limits. Her over worked muscles were moving slowly and each movement caused unbearable pain. Finally, the last of the Black Elves were dead. She sank to the ground, not caring that she was covered with blood-both hers and the Black Ones. She struck her twin daggers into the ground that was piled high with lifeless bodies of Elves. Her strength was failing and she forced herself to stand up. Her vision blurred and she swayed unsteadily. She leaned into something soft but firm. 'That's a weird tree,' she though warily. She turned and looked to her side. She was rewarded with the beautiful sight of Haldir, unharmed and whole.
Haldir was grinning as if the battle was no big deal but then frowned when he saw the numerous cuts on Hithiel's arms and face. They were small and would heal quickly but he was still concerned. "I told you to be careful," he scolded lightly.
She grinned weakly, "Am I not alive and whole?" she mocked.
Haldir easily saw through the mask and found the tired soul within. He held the lithe body against him and slowly made his way toward Caras Galadhon where his Lords would be waiting for a report. As for Hithiel, she would need some rest before being presented in front of the Lords. "I can manage myself," she protested weakly as he helped her walk.
Haldir sighed. No matter what happened she would never swallow her Elven pride. He smirked at her. "You don't have enough strength to crawl, let alone walk," he answered. "You will have my help whether you like it or not," he said firmly when he saw her mouth open to protest some more. She closed her mouth and leaned her head on his shoulders. Haldir grinned down at her.
"Fine, only because you insist," she said. And with that, they slowly made their way towards the great Elven city not caring how much time they took. 'We have all the time in the world,' thought Haldir with a glance at his beautiful Elf. 'As long as she's with me.'
Whew! That took a while! And don't worry all you Ambaril fans. He'll be doing something really evil in the next chappie! And don't forget to reviews Reviews REVIEWS!!!!!! Cya all in the next chappie!! :-P
Author's Note: This is the touchy-feely part of the fic and just so you know, I suck at writing those parts but I'm working on it thanks to my awesome reviewers! Thank you so much all you reviewers! You are the best! I love you all!! :D
We Are One
In the Dark
Hithiel gazed up at the starry sky of Lothlorien at night and sighed in contentment. Haldir stood not far from her, gazing out over Caras Galadhon and occasionally glancing at her. Hithiel noticed none of this though. She was taking in the beauty of Lorien as she never saw before. "You're so lucky to live here," she said, breaking the silence. "I never knew true beauty until now."
Haldir looked at her beautiful face and was tempted to say that her beauty was even greater but held his tongue. "Come with me," he said offering her a hand. "I want to show you something."
Hithiel took it without hesitation and soon they were leaping gracefully across great mallorn trees as if they were born to fly. Haldir stopped after a while and took Hithiel's soft but skillful hands into his own. He looked over his shoulder as if to be sure that nobody saw them and with that he jumped off the branch and landed into a clearing surrounded by trees. The trees were so dense that no starlight penetrated it but the place had a light of its own. It was the secret grove where Lúthiel Tinuviel had danced with Beran lone ago. Even though they are gone, the magic of Little Dancing Tinuviel still lingers in the air and fills the grove with flowers of the West.
"Wow!" Hithiel sighed as she beheld the beauty of Tinuviel's Glade. She twirled around and sat down. Little flower pedals flew up and showered the two with pedals of every color. Haldir smiled and joined her, all thoughts of duty forgotten.
He laid beside her slim frame and gazed at her startling green eyes. Hithiel rolled until she was on top of Haldir and rested her head on his firm chest. She absent-mindedly stroked his chest, making swirly patterns on it. Haldir reached out and captured her hand in his and held it as if it was his lifeline. She looked up at him with wide eyes. 'God, she is so.' Words could not describe the emotions he felt at that moment. His heart filled with joy at the sight of her that it drove everything from his mind- the anger, the pain, the loss.it was all forgotten.
Before he knew it, he drew her up to him and captured her delicate lips in his. She tasted better than anything he every had in his entire life. She was the freshness of the coming spring and the sweetness of honey with wine. Haldir never wanted to let go of her. Never! Hithiel moaned in his mouth and that's what brought him back to his senses. He quickly pulled back, fearful of what her reaction would be. To his relief, she was smiling at him. "I'm sor-," his apology was cut short when her finger went up to his lips. Without hesitation, she pulled him down into another kiss.
~*~*~With Hithiel~*~*~
'The Glade of Tinuviel! I though it didn't exist!' Hithiel stared across at the glade coved with flowers. She laid down upon a bed of flowers and gazed at the shining gold that was Haldir. 'His eyes are so beautiful,' she thought. Where did that come from? Did she actually like him? She tried to get rid of the thought but the little voice in the back of her mind teased her, 'You know you want him. You know you do. Just do it! Tell him!'
She watched the Guardian as he stretched out beside her, his muscles rippling with each movement and his golden hair shining with some unknown light. She put her head down on his chest and tried to gather up courage to tell him. 'Hithiel, you are pathetic. You've faced over thirty orcs alone and now you don't have enough courage to confess?' She looked into his beautiful eyes for comfort more than courage. Then without warning, Haldir pulled her up and kissed her, expelling his passion, his desire, and his love.
Hithiel melted in his arms. If she wasn't on the ground then she was sure she was going to collapse. She deepened the kiss and responded back, her tongue shyly exploring his mouth. It was heaven. Everything was perfect. She moaned. Suddenly he broke apart as quickly as he started. She was startled but when she looked into those expressive blue-gray eyes, she knew he wanted an answer. She smiled and gave him the only answer she could. She kissed him again with more courage showing him her love.
~*~*~With Haldir (again!)~*~*~
Haldir stiffened. She looked up and wrapped her arm around him. "What's wrong?" But even as she said that, her senses detected something wrong with the air. Something foul was about but she didn't know what it was. Instinctively, she picked up her weapons that laid on the ground and braced herself for battle.
"They are not orcs," Haldir said finally not taking his eyes off of the surrounding trees. "I think they are the Black Elves."
'Black Elves,' Hithiel shivered. They were the ones who gave themselves up to Mordor so they would rule. But they were cheated. The Dark Lord took them and tortured them beyond endurance, until all sense was lost. They were brain washed and darkened with the filth of the Black Land. The still had their Elven grace but they were no longer Elves. They were the servants of Mordor and ruthlessly slaughtered their own kin under the Eye's command.
"Come, lets move!" Haldir commanded as he leapt up the trees with ease, grabbing his weapons. "Lets see if you fight as well as you play!" he teased.
"Oh, you will see before the night is over!" she replied. Hithiel followed silently and swiftly behind. They were right. The Black Elves were in Lothlorien. They had passed the borders unnoticed and were making their way into Caras Galadhon. Haldir and Hithiel leaped into a nearby flet and started to fire arrows at the group. Haldir make a high-pitched whistle to summon the other sentries and they were also coming to aid them.
"There are too many!" cried Hithiel as she let her last arrow fly. "We must go down and fight hand to hand!"
"Yes, you're right. Come, and be careful. I don't want you to get hurt," said Haldir gently. He brushed a kiss against her face and with that, he drew his sword out with a metallic clang and leapt down into the mass of Black Elves.
Hithiel stood for a second enjoying the feel of Haldir's lips and then drawing her twin long knives she too leapt into battle. The Black Elves were not stupid or slow like the orcs. They were once skilled Elven warriors. Two of them raced at Hithiel, their sword raised and prepared to strike. She easily dodged their blows and stabbed them both from behind. Just as she looked up, another blow was coming, aimed at her face. She quickly raised both knives and blocked the blow. She shoved with all her strength and killed the enemy.
Her world became nothing but last minute blocks and deadly blows. Each strike lasted for half a second before the next wave came. There seemed to be an endless amount of Black Elves and the Lorien Guardians were lost in the sea of black. She knew that Haldir was in there somewhere fighting with all his strength. She would not let him down! Ignoring her screaming muscles, she raised her knives and plunged them deep into the heart of a foul Elf and yanked them back out roughly, preparing for the next blow. It came swift and hard. She crossed her knives and blocked it from making a hole in her belly. She pushed the blade away and cursed softly in Elvish. She heard a thrum of a bow and instinctively ducked down. As she ducked she heard a clear voice yell out in pain. This was no Black Elf. It was on of the Galadrim. She saw a flash of golden hair and her heart leapt to her throat. 'It can't be Haldir! It can't!' She fought towards the injured Elf, shoving bodies aside. The Elf was still fighting but weakly. He was not Haldir but he looked a lot like him. She guessed that it was his brother. She ran over to him and helped him up. He gazed at her weakly. "Hithiel?" he murmured weakly.
"Yes, tis I," she answered pulling him up to his feet. She was so busy that she forgot to ask how he knew her name. Hithiel finally got the Elf to his feet and was escorting him out of a battle, now using one knife to deflect deadly blows from hitting her or the other Elf. "Who are you?" she asked when they reached safety.
"I'm Orophin," he answered weakly, "Haldir's brother." His eyes were beginning to glaze over from the pain and the loss of blood. "Go back into battle. They need you. We are hopelessly outnumbered so we need all that we have. Go! Don't worry about me," he added when he saw her look doubtfully at him.
Hithiel looked at him one last time before turning away and reentering the battle. Her muscles screamed in pain but she forced them to work. Cut. Slash. Stab. Parry. Cut. Slash. Stab. Parry. That was her world. The ground in which they battled was soon red and filthy from the blood spilled from both sides of the battle. Finally when dawn came around, there were few Black Elves left. The night in which started out peacefully turned into a bloody massacre. It seemed like eternity. Her only thought was on Haldir and if he was unharmed. She had a couple minor scratches and cuts but nothing really damaging. Her strength was nearing its limits. Her over worked muscles were moving slowly and each movement caused unbearable pain. Finally, the last of the Black Elves were dead. She sank to the ground, not caring that she was covered with blood-both hers and the Black Ones. She struck her twin daggers into the ground that was piled high with lifeless bodies of Elves. Her strength was failing and she forced herself to stand up. Her vision blurred and she swayed unsteadily. She leaned into something soft but firm. 'That's a weird tree,' she though warily. She turned and looked to her side. She was rewarded with the beautiful sight of Haldir, unharmed and whole.
Haldir was grinning as if the battle was no big deal but then frowned when he saw the numerous cuts on Hithiel's arms and face. They were small and would heal quickly but he was still concerned. "I told you to be careful," he scolded lightly.
She grinned weakly, "Am I not alive and whole?" she mocked.
Haldir easily saw through the mask and found the tired soul within. He held the lithe body against him and slowly made his way toward Caras Galadhon where his Lords would be waiting for a report. As for Hithiel, she would need some rest before being presented in front of the Lords. "I can manage myself," she protested weakly as he helped her walk.
Haldir sighed. No matter what happened she would never swallow her Elven pride. He smirked at her. "You don't have enough strength to crawl, let alone walk," he answered. "You will have my help whether you like it or not," he said firmly when he saw her mouth open to protest some more. She closed her mouth and leaned her head on his shoulders. Haldir grinned down at her.
"Fine, only because you insist," she said. And with that, they slowly made their way towards the great Elven city not caring how much time they took. 'We have all the time in the world,' thought Haldir with a glance at his beautiful Elf. 'As long as she's with me.'
Whew! That took a while! And don't worry all you Ambaril fans. He'll be doing something really evil in the next chappie! And don't forget to reviews Reviews REVIEWS!!!!!! Cya all in the next chappie!! :-P