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Ambaril... I think...
Author's Note: I've decided to continue my story after some very *interesting* reviews. Lol The Llama's attempt at flaming wasn't very successful, Edwards! Actually it was quite funny. Anyways next chapter! Three more days till ROTK!!!!
We Are One
For You I Will
Haldir stood leaning on the doorway, his mind busy processing what just happened. He was going to loose her forever to that stupid Ambaril. He felt something cool press against his sweaty palm and a slight breeze as she swiftly left the talan. He didn't move until he couldn't hear her light footsteps anymore. He looked down and his faded blue eyes widened when he saw her amulet. He little leaf glittered in the starlight like green fire. It was as if every star in the sky were giving it its light. His face was set in awe as it glowed with a mystical green light spreading warmth throughout his body. He closed his fist over the jewel and looked at where Hithiel was standing a couple seconds ago. 'How could she give it to me? I can't accept it. I don't even deserve it after what I did to her.' He recalled her pale face begging for forgiveness even though it wasn't her fault at all. He didn't do anything when she begged for forgiveness. Nothing.
He felt disgusted with himself. Suddenly a wave of dizziness fell over the warrior. He lurched over and grabbed the doorframe for support. The fist holding the jewel was white from squeezing it. He slowly closed his eyes and used his last remaining strength to walk over to his bed. He fell on the bed, exhausted with his fist still closed tightly over the amulet.
~*~*~With Hithiel~*~*~
She ran quickly away from the talan, away from those accusing eyes. The eyes that use to burn with energy were lifeless and filled with hurt. 'O Valor, what have I done to you?' She ran swiftly into the forest, running from Haldir, from Ambaril, from her fate as queen. Her footsteps soon echoed to nothingness as she disappeared beneath the golden mallorn branches.
After many hours of running, she stopped and panted for breath. Her heart hammered wildly, begging for rest. She was so tired, both physically and mentally and she gave in to the darkness that surrounded her and fell into a restless slumber.
From a tree, a pair of princely eyes stared down upon the sleeping figure and the ever-present smirk was upon his face. He silently leapt from tree to tree until he came to a clearing along the edge of the northern borders. He stepped down onto the grassy field and immediately was surrounded by glowing red eyes. A tall dark figure stepped forward and in a rasping voice that sounded as if he was dying said, "Our bargain?"
Ambaril reached into a pocket with his tunic and withdrew a large pouch. It made small clinking noises like metal upon metal. The red eyes shone bright and greedily reached inside. When he withdrew his fist, he was clutching a fistful of gold pieces. Murmurs of appreciation surrounded Ambaril. "So?" asked the prince impatiently.
"Done," said the Black Elf leader as he swept the bag up into his cloak with flourish. With that he walked back out the borders, an entire army following.
Ambaril smiled at their back and slowly walked towards the Mirkwood camp. 'If he's not careful, I think Haldir might just have an accident. A very FATEL accident.'
~*~*~Final day in Lorien~*~*~
Hithiel woke up to a dull ache in her legs. She looked at her surroundings and found that she was deep in the forest. With a groan, she raised herself and slowly walked back to her campsite. A glance at the sun told her that it was already well into the morning and it was almost noon. Her sharp ears picked up a jumble of Elven voices and a lot of rustling. Curious, she walked towards the source of disturbance and found that the campsite was entirely cleared. 'The final day,' she thought dimly. 'I'll never see Haldir again.' The memory hit her like a ton of bricks as she sank down into the mossy grass below. She wasn't even aware that she was sitting in the middle of the road until a young Elf came by carrying a huge box. "Are you alright, Your Highness?" he asked softly.
"What?" said Hithiel turning to face the young Mirkwood Elf. "What did you just call me?"
"Forgive me Your Highness," he gasped quickly kneeling down before her. "I meant no offense, Your Highness."
"Why do you call me that? I am no one of importance," she said fearing the answer.
"You are the future bride of Prince Ambaril," said the Elf still on his knees. "He announced it to us this morning and told everyone address you by that title."
Hithiel looked at him and shook her head slowly. "Get up," she commanded softly. "Do not address me like that. Call me Hithiel. I am not his future bride nor am I royalty." As she said that light returned to her eyes. She continues with defiance, "I will not be his bride! You, go tell everyone that I'm NOT his bride, and that Mirkwood has no Queen yet."
"Yes my Lady," he said quickly before bowing.
Hithiel shook her head as she walked off. How was she going to get out of this? How? "Clever, but I'm afraid that's not enough," said a slick voice above her.
"Ambaril," she said whipping around to face him.
He jumped out of the tree and landed elegantly on his feet. He put on a mock frown as he surveyed her appearance. "That won't do. We need to get you a nice dress for tonight. You're a Queen now so you must act like one. Queens don't go around wearing tunics and leggings." He shook his head as if in disgrace. "Come, we must get you prepared. It's already passed noon."
He made as if to grab her arm but she was too quick for him. She drew back her arm and slapped him across the face with all her strength. "I-Am-Not- Your-Queen!" she said, venom dripping with every word. "Go find yourself another!"
She turned and started to walk away but Ambaril grabbed her by the arm and forced her to turn towards him. This time he wasn't playing around. "I am your Prince and you will do as I say and I'm ordering you to go and get dressed in proper clothing NOW!"
Hithiel's eyes flashed with anger and defiance. "Make me," she said with her chin raised.
Before she could move, he grabbed her with his steel-like grip and yelled for some guards. They came swiftly and looked at Hithiel with confusion. "Take her to the dressing room and don't let her come out until she's dressed in proper clothing," he ordered to the guards.
The guards exchanged confused looks and nodded. Without a word they took Hithiel as if she weighed nothing and dragged her off. She threw a final glare at Ambaril before being dragged away and thrown into a tent. She took a look around and frowned in disgust at the gowns in the wardrobe. 'Fine, I'll just sit here and wait,' she thought sullenly as she plopped herself down onto the dewy grass.
~*~*~With Haldir~*~*~
Haldir's eyes fluttered open, his long lashes framed the light blue eyes that were now dull and lifeless. His golden hair fell messily around his shoulders but he impatiently brushed it back into place. He still held the necklace in his fist and as he looked at it, his spirits began to rise. 'If today is the last time I'm going to see her, I'm going to make it a night to remember,' he thought grimly as he set off looking for her. He didn't need to worry about his duty because the Lord and Lady probably wanted all the Elves to be present when the parties departed.
He walked towards the Imladris campsite but it was deserted. There wasn't anything there, not even the twins who were so noisy that he could hear them from half mile away. His eyes darted as if looking for some sign but he found none. He lowered his gaze. 'Of course, she's probably with Ambaril now. The royal couple...' He let his last thought trail off before turning around and walking away from the site.
Just when he walked into another clearing in the forest, his sharp Elven hearing picked up a loud voice coming straight ahead. He walked towards it and instinctively stayed hidden within the bushes. He peered out and saw Hithiel with her face red glaring at Ambaril. There was a blur and her hand went out to connect with his cheekbone with a loud smack. Haldir smiled with grim satisfaction.
He heard Ambaril say something and then a couple guards came and dragged her to a tent not far off. He followed them, careful to stay hidden in the shadows. The two guards were posted on the entrance of the tent so Haldir could not get inside. He considered fighting them but all the commotion would probably bring unwanted attention. He touched the jewel that now hung around his neck. It was warm to touch and Haldir loved the amulet. The small details that were so painstakingly carved on it were what made it such a beautiful necklace to behold. He made up his mind to give it back to her before she left.
Thinking quickly, he picked up a few pebbles and threw it far from him. The guards immediately looked that way. Haldir used this opportunity to quickly get near the tent. He took out his hunting knife and slashed the tent material. It ripped easily with little sound. He opened it and stepped inside. He found Hithiel sitting with a frown on her lovely face. At the noise, she looked up and her eyes widened when she found Haldir. "Wha-" she began but Haldir held up a finger to shush her.
"Now is not the time," he said quietly. He took the necklace from around his neck and handed it back to her. "Take it. It's yours. I don't deserve it."
Hithiel looked down into the out-stretched palm and pushed it back. "No, I gave it to you. Keep it and remember me."
"But I can't-" he started but stopped when he heard footsteps approaching.
"Go!" said Hithiel quickly glancing at the tear on the tent. "He's back."
Haldir took one last glance at her and went back out the tent and slipped away unnoticed. Seconds after he left, Ambaril walked in smiling gleefully about something. Hithiel did nothing. She just glared at him without saying anything. "Well, how's my little Queen coming along?" He looked at her still wearing the dirty Guardian tunic and sighed. "Hithiel, will you PLEASE for once do as I say?"
"No," came the dull reply from the ground.
Ambaril looked at her sullen face and sighed in defeat. "Fine, but as soon as you arrive in Mirkwood, I want you dressed properly for our wedding." He turned and walked out of the tent saying, "Goodbye my sweet. Only one more hour till we leave."
He left the silent Elf on the floor. Hithiel's mind was whirling. 'Queen... Mirkwood... proper... Haldir...' At the thought of Haldir, images of him flashed through her mind. She had to see him one more time. She rose up and swiftly slipped out of tent through the hole that Haldir made. Without a backward glance, she sprinted swiftly towards the forest in search of a certain Guardian.
~*~*~With Ambaril~*~*~
After he left Hithiel in the tent, he walked towards the clearing where all the Black Elves were yesterday night. A low voice spoke gruffly, "Is it time yet?"
"Yes, you can go now. But leave the leader to me. I want to deal with him personally."
A curt nod came in reply as he turned around and barked orders to the others.
"You may want to go through the western borders," said Ambaril pointing. "All the Guardians were relieved of their duties today but the western borders are the easiest to penetrate."
"Good, we shall go now," spoke the leader.
Without another word, the leader led his people to the western borders and towards Caras Galadhon. Ambaril watched this with a satisfied smile. He then pulled out his bow and some arrows he had prepared last night. He had dipped the tips of the arrows with poison and let it dry. The arrows were now especially deadly and the poison would bring a long suffering death. He took them out and loaded his quiver, careful not to let the poisoned tips touch him. He strapped on his quiver and bounded towards Caras Galadhon to see if the fight has begun yet.
~*~*~With Haldir~*~*~
He was sitting on his favorite mallorn tree that looked over upon the great Elven city. He let the fresh autumn wind wash over him, purifying him. He heard a slight rustle to his left and he slowly turned around. It was Hithiel. Without a word, she sat down beside him and stared out. "Haldir?" she asked softly. "Are you alright?"
Haldir nodded without looking at her. "You're leaving?" he asked fearing the next answer.
"Yes." Her reply was soft and brief but it fell heavy in his heart. "I'm so sorry," she added in a whisper.
"No," said Haldir. "I'm sorry. Sorry that I accused you. Sorry for everything that I said about you. I the one who should be sorry." He finally met her eyes and she was able to read the emotions that were shown in those expressive blue eyes. Hurt, regret, and forgiveness were all swirling around in his eyes and it pained her to see that she had caused the pain.
Suddenly there was a loud trampling march heading towards the city. They both looked down breaking the bond that held their eyes together. The sight was horrific. An entire army of Black Elves was dangerously close to the city. No enemy has every come this far before but today, all the Guardians were off duty and they had slipped in unnoticed.
Haldir stared down horror-struck but quickly regained his senses. He pulled out his sword with a metallic clang and gave a shrill bird call to summon the other Guardians who were near. The Black Elves heard the call and looked up towards the noise and met with Haldir, the infamous captain. Their orders were that they should ignore him and let Ambaril kill him so they marched on, trampling everything in their path. In a matter of seconds, hundreds of Guardians came flying out of the trees from all directions and launched themselves into battle. The remaining ones went to Caras Galadhon to alert the others and protect the Lord and Lady.
Haldir also jumped from the tree and joined the battle, his great Elven sword flashing in the dying light of sunset. Hithiel stared at the massive army of blackness. 'Not again...' she thought. The Lorien soldiers were outnumbered terribly. They were caught by surprise. Hithiel knew this and took out her bow that was strapped on her back. She started firing arrows towards the crowd below her with deadly accuracy. Shots rained down upon the army and they howled like wolves as they died. Hithiel reached back to her quiver to reload her bow but her nimble fingers grasped nothing but air. Without a pause, she drew out a spare pair of her twin daggers from her boots and leapt from the tree.
The Black Elves paid little attention to her. They were concentrated on the main force in front of them so she was able to slaughter the back Elves easily without causing too much attention. Soon the Black Ones noticed her and started coming for her in waves. She repelled them steadily but even the greatest of warriors cannot challenge a hundred at once.
She was now in the middle of the battle. Blows came from all sides of her. She blocked two at the same time and turned her parry into a thrust. It hit the Elf in the throat and he dropped onto the bloody ground, getting trampled by his comrades. Another one came swinging his blade around wildly not caring if he hit one of his own. Hithiel ducked under and plunged her blades into his stomach and turned around just in time to face another blade...and another...and another.
It went on for what seemed like hours. The sun was completely down and the moon was up, shedding little light for the archers up above. Her muscles were screaming again, still unused to the strenuous exercise. Another blow came aimed at her face and she knocked it aside, the clash of metal upon metal was deafening. She quickly decapitated the Elf, ending its miserable life. The head looked up at her from the ground but she disregarded it quickly as yet another blow came. She groaned and killed that one as well. She silently looked up as if praying to Valor and she caught sight of and Elf hidden in the tree. She instinctively thought it was a Lorien archer but a closer look at his clothes proved that he was royalty. 'Ambaril,' she though grimly. She was going to disregard him too but her Elven eyes spotted his bow. He seemed to be concentrating hard on his archery. 'Why? If you can't hit a Black Elf from there than you shouldn't be a Prince at all! It was impossible to miss since they were surrounded by Black Elves.'
Her pondering was cut short as another Elf came at her with his blade. She ducked under and kicked him between the legs. When he was down she quickly brought both knives together and down onto his back, cutting so deep that it punctured the lungs. She looked back at Ambaril who still didn't release his arrow. She followed his gaze and to her horror, the arrow was aimed at Haldir, who was fighting many of the foul creatures at once, unaware of what was going on up in the tree.
Haldir finally brought all of them down so that he was standing clearly in the mist of all the slaughter. Hithiel couldn't think. Her mind just blocked out and without considering the consequences, she started to run at full speed towards him. Blows came towards her but she didn't bother blocking them. One blow came and cut her deep in her side but she didn't care. All her attention was upon Haldir. She clutched her side that was now streaming with blood and kept running. She heard the twang of the bow releasing and the whoosh of speeding death. She threw herself in front of Haldir. He looked down at her in shock and confusion, just in time to see the arrow hit her left shoulder, right above her heart.
Sorry sorry sorry sorry!! I couldn't update sooner cause I had a bagillion tests last week that I practically died. That would not be so good. Yay! I got almost 80 reviews!! Thank you so much! I'll try to update more now! Happy Holidays peoples! And remember: 1 MORE DAY TILL ROTK!!!!! YES!!! *zombie mode* must...watch...
Author's Note: I've decided to continue my story after some very *interesting* reviews. Lol The Llama's attempt at flaming wasn't very successful, Edwards! Actually it was quite funny. Anyways next chapter! Three more days till ROTK!!!!
We Are One
For You I Will
Haldir stood leaning on the doorway, his mind busy processing what just happened. He was going to loose her forever to that stupid Ambaril. He felt something cool press against his sweaty palm and a slight breeze as she swiftly left the talan. He didn't move until he couldn't hear her light footsteps anymore. He looked down and his faded blue eyes widened when he saw her amulet. He little leaf glittered in the starlight like green fire. It was as if every star in the sky were giving it its light. His face was set in awe as it glowed with a mystical green light spreading warmth throughout his body. He closed his fist over the jewel and looked at where Hithiel was standing a couple seconds ago. 'How could she give it to me? I can't accept it. I don't even deserve it after what I did to her.' He recalled her pale face begging for forgiveness even though it wasn't her fault at all. He didn't do anything when she begged for forgiveness. Nothing.
He felt disgusted with himself. Suddenly a wave of dizziness fell over the warrior. He lurched over and grabbed the doorframe for support. The fist holding the jewel was white from squeezing it. He slowly closed his eyes and used his last remaining strength to walk over to his bed. He fell on the bed, exhausted with his fist still closed tightly over the amulet.
~*~*~With Hithiel~*~*~
She ran quickly away from the talan, away from those accusing eyes. The eyes that use to burn with energy were lifeless and filled with hurt. 'O Valor, what have I done to you?' She ran swiftly into the forest, running from Haldir, from Ambaril, from her fate as queen. Her footsteps soon echoed to nothingness as she disappeared beneath the golden mallorn branches.
After many hours of running, she stopped and panted for breath. Her heart hammered wildly, begging for rest. She was so tired, both physically and mentally and she gave in to the darkness that surrounded her and fell into a restless slumber.
From a tree, a pair of princely eyes stared down upon the sleeping figure and the ever-present smirk was upon his face. He silently leapt from tree to tree until he came to a clearing along the edge of the northern borders. He stepped down onto the grassy field and immediately was surrounded by glowing red eyes. A tall dark figure stepped forward and in a rasping voice that sounded as if he was dying said, "Our bargain?"
Ambaril reached into a pocket with his tunic and withdrew a large pouch. It made small clinking noises like metal upon metal. The red eyes shone bright and greedily reached inside. When he withdrew his fist, he was clutching a fistful of gold pieces. Murmurs of appreciation surrounded Ambaril. "So?" asked the prince impatiently.
"Done," said the Black Elf leader as he swept the bag up into his cloak with flourish. With that he walked back out the borders, an entire army following.
Ambaril smiled at their back and slowly walked towards the Mirkwood camp. 'If he's not careful, I think Haldir might just have an accident. A very FATEL accident.'
~*~*~Final day in Lorien~*~*~
Hithiel woke up to a dull ache in her legs. She looked at her surroundings and found that she was deep in the forest. With a groan, she raised herself and slowly walked back to her campsite. A glance at the sun told her that it was already well into the morning and it was almost noon. Her sharp ears picked up a jumble of Elven voices and a lot of rustling. Curious, she walked towards the source of disturbance and found that the campsite was entirely cleared. 'The final day,' she thought dimly. 'I'll never see Haldir again.' The memory hit her like a ton of bricks as she sank down into the mossy grass below. She wasn't even aware that she was sitting in the middle of the road until a young Elf came by carrying a huge box. "Are you alright, Your Highness?" he asked softly.
"What?" said Hithiel turning to face the young Mirkwood Elf. "What did you just call me?"
"Forgive me Your Highness," he gasped quickly kneeling down before her. "I meant no offense, Your Highness."
"Why do you call me that? I am no one of importance," she said fearing the answer.
"You are the future bride of Prince Ambaril," said the Elf still on his knees. "He announced it to us this morning and told everyone address you by that title."
Hithiel looked at him and shook her head slowly. "Get up," she commanded softly. "Do not address me like that. Call me Hithiel. I am not his future bride nor am I royalty." As she said that light returned to her eyes. She continues with defiance, "I will not be his bride! You, go tell everyone that I'm NOT his bride, and that Mirkwood has no Queen yet."
"Yes my Lady," he said quickly before bowing.
Hithiel shook her head as she walked off. How was she going to get out of this? How? "Clever, but I'm afraid that's not enough," said a slick voice above her.
"Ambaril," she said whipping around to face him.
He jumped out of the tree and landed elegantly on his feet. He put on a mock frown as he surveyed her appearance. "That won't do. We need to get you a nice dress for tonight. You're a Queen now so you must act like one. Queens don't go around wearing tunics and leggings." He shook his head as if in disgrace. "Come, we must get you prepared. It's already passed noon."
He made as if to grab her arm but she was too quick for him. She drew back her arm and slapped him across the face with all her strength. "I-Am-Not- Your-Queen!" she said, venom dripping with every word. "Go find yourself another!"
She turned and started to walk away but Ambaril grabbed her by the arm and forced her to turn towards him. This time he wasn't playing around. "I am your Prince and you will do as I say and I'm ordering you to go and get dressed in proper clothing NOW!"
Hithiel's eyes flashed with anger and defiance. "Make me," she said with her chin raised.
Before she could move, he grabbed her with his steel-like grip and yelled for some guards. They came swiftly and looked at Hithiel with confusion. "Take her to the dressing room and don't let her come out until she's dressed in proper clothing," he ordered to the guards.
The guards exchanged confused looks and nodded. Without a word they took Hithiel as if she weighed nothing and dragged her off. She threw a final glare at Ambaril before being dragged away and thrown into a tent. She took a look around and frowned in disgust at the gowns in the wardrobe. 'Fine, I'll just sit here and wait,' she thought sullenly as she plopped herself down onto the dewy grass.
~*~*~With Haldir~*~*~
Haldir's eyes fluttered open, his long lashes framed the light blue eyes that were now dull and lifeless. His golden hair fell messily around his shoulders but he impatiently brushed it back into place. He still held the necklace in his fist and as he looked at it, his spirits began to rise. 'If today is the last time I'm going to see her, I'm going to make it a night to remember,' he thought grimly as he set off looking for her. He didn't need to worry about his duty because the Lord and Lady probably wanted all the Elves to be present when the parties departed.
He walked towards the Imladris campsite but it was deserted. There wasn't anything there, not even the twins who were so noisy that he could hear them from half mile away. His eyes darted as if looking for some sign but he found none. He lowered his gaze. 'Of course, she's probably with Ambaril now. The royal couple...' He let his last thought trail off before turning around and walking away from the site.
Just when he walked into another clearing in the forest, his sharp Elven hearing picked up a loud voice coming straight ahead. He walked towards it and instinctively stayed hidden within the bushes. He peered out and saw Hithiel with her face red glaring at Ambaril. There was a blur and her hand went out to connect with his cheekbone with a loud smack. Haldir smiled with grim satisfaction.
He heard Ambaril say something and then a couple guards came and dragged her to a tent not far off. He followed them, careful to stay hidden in the shadows. The two guards were posted on the entrance of the tent so Haldir could not get inside. He considered fighting them but all the commotion would probably bring unwanted attention. He touched the jewel that now hung around his neck. It was warm to touch and Haldir loved the amulet. The small details that were so painstakingly carved on it were what made it such a beautiful necklace to behold. He made up his mind to give it back to her before she left.
Thinking quickly, he picked up a few pebbles and threw it far from him. The guards immediately looked that way. Haldir used this opportunity to quickly get near the tent. He took out his hunting knife and slashed the tent material. It ripped easily with little sound. He opened it and stepped inside. He found Hithiel sitting with a frown on her lovely face. At the noise, she looked up and her eyes widened when she found Haldir. "Wha-" she began but Haldir held up a finger to shush her.
"Now is not the time," he said quietly. He took the necklace from around his neck and handed it back to her. "Take it. It's yours. I don't deserve it."
Hithiel looked down into the out-stretched palm and pushed it back. "No, I gave it to you. Keep it and remember me."
"But I can't-" he started but stopped when he heard footsteps approaching.
"Go!" said Hithiel quickly glancing at the tear on the tent. "He's back."
Haldir took one last glance at her and went back out the tent and slipped away unnoticed. Seconds after he left, Ambaril walked in smiling gleefully about something. Hithiel did nothing. She just glared at him without saying anything. "Well, how's my little Queen coming along?" He looked at her still wearing the dirty Guardian tunic and sighed. "Hithiel, will you PLEASE for once do as I say?"
"No," came the dull reply from the ground.
Ambaril looked at her sullen face and sighed in defeat. "Fine, but as soon as you arrive in Mirkwood, I want you dressed properly for our wedding." He turned and walked out of the tent saying, "Goodbye my sweet. Only one more hour till we leave."
He left the silent Elf on the floor. Hithiel's mind was whirling. 'Queen... Mirkwood... proper... Haldir...' At the thought of Haldir, images of him flashed through her mind. She had to see him one more time. She rose up and swiftly slipped out of tent through the hole that Haldir made. Without a backward glance, she sprinted swiftly towards the forest in search of a certain Guardian.
~*~*~With Ambaril~*~*~
After he left Hithiel in the tent, he walked towards the clearing where all the Black Elves were yesterday night. A low voice spoke gruffly, "Is it time yet?"
"Yes, you can go now. But leave the leader to me. I want to deal with him personally."
A curt nod came in reply as he turned around and barked orders to the others.
"You may want to go through the western borders," said Ambaril pointing. "All the Guardians were relieved of their duties today but the western borders are the easiest to penetrate."
"Good, we shall go now," spoke the leader.
Without another word, the leader led his people to the western borders and towards Caras Galadhon. Ambaril watched this with a satisfied smile. He then pulled out his bow and some arrows he had prepared last night. He had dipped the tips of the arrows with poison and let it dry. The arrows were now especially deadly and the poison would bring a long suffering death. He took them out and loaded his quiver, careful not to let the poisoned tips touch him. He strapped on his quiver and bounded towards Caras Galadhon to see if the fight has begun yet.
~*~*~With Haldir~*~*~
He was sitting on his favorite mallorn tree that looked over upon the great Elven city. He let the fresh autumn wind wash over him, purifying him. He heard a slight rustle to his left and he slowly turned around. It was Hithiel. Without a word, she sat down beside him and stared out. "Haldir?" she asked softly. "Are you alright?"
Haldir nodded without looking at her. "You're leaving?" he asked fearing the next answer.
"Yes." Her reply was soft and brief but it fell heavy in his heart. "I'm so sorry," she added in a whisper.
"No," said Haldir. "I'm sorry. Sorry that I accused you. Sorry for everything that I said about you. I the one who should be sorry." He finally met her eyes and she was able to read the emotions that were shown in those expressive blue eyes. Hurt, regret, and forgiveness were all swirling around in his eyes and it pained her to see that she had caused the pain.
Suddenly there was a loud trampling march heading towards the city. They both looked down breaking the bond that held their eyes together. The sight was horrific. An entire army of Black Elves was dangerously close to the city. No enemy has every come this far before but today, all the Guardians were off duty and they had slipped in unnoticed.
Haldir stared down horror-struck but quickly regained his senses. He pulled out his sword with a metallic clang and gave a shrill bird call to summon the other Guardians who were near. The Black Elves heard the call and looked up towards the noise and met with Haldir, the infamous captain. Their orders were that they should ignore him and let Ambaril kill him so they marched on, trampling everything in their path. In a matter of seconds, hundreds of Guardians came flying out of the trees from all directions and launched themselves into battle. The remaining ones went to Caras Galadhon to alert the others and protect the Lord and Lady.
Haldir also jumped from the tree and joined the battle, his great Elven sword flashing in the dying light of sunset. Hithiel stared at the massive army of blackness. 'Not again...' she thought. The Lorien soldiers were outnumbered terribly. They were caught by surprise. Hithiel knew this and took out her bow that was strapped on her back. She started firing arrows towards the crowd below her with deadly accuracy. Shots rained down upon the army and they howled like wolves as they died. Hithiel reached back to her quiver to reload her bow but her nimble fingers grasped nothing but air. Without a pause, she drew out a spare pair of her twin daggers from her boots and leapt from the tree.
The Black Elves paid little attention to her. They were concentrated on the main force in front of them so she was able to slaughter the back Elves easily without causing too much attention. Soon the Black Ones noticed her and started coming for her in waves. She repelled them steadily but even the greatest of warriors cannot challenge a hundred at once.
She was now in the middle of the battle. Blows came from all sides of her. She blocked two at the same time and turned her parry into a thrust. It hit the Elf in the throat and he dropped onto the bloody ground, getting trampled by his comrades. Another one came swinging his blade around wildly not caring if he hit one of his own. Hithiel ducked under and plunged her blades into his stomach and turned around just in time to face another blade...and another...and another.
It went on for what seemed like hours. The sun was completely down and the moon was up, shedding little light for the archers up above. Her muscles were screaming again, still unused to the strenuous exercise. Another blow came aimed at her face and she knocked it aside, the clash of metal upon metal was deafening. She quickly decapitated the Elf, ending its miserable life. The head looked up at her from the ground but she disregarded it quickly as yet another blow came. She groaned and killed that one as well. She silently looked up as if praying to Valor and she caught sight of and Elf hidden in the tree. She instinctively thought it was a Lorien archer but a closer look at his clothes proved that he was royalty. 'Ambaril,' she though grimly. She was going to disregard him too but her Elven eyes spotted his bow. He seemed to be concentrating hard on his archery. 'Why? If you can't hit a Black Elf from there than you shouldn't be a Prince at all! It was impossible to miss since they were surrounded by Black Elves.'
Her pondering was cut short as another Elf came at her with his blade. She ducked under and kicked him between the legs. When he was down she quickly brought both knives together and down onto his back, cutting so deep that it punctured the lungs. She looked back at Ambaril who still didn't release his arrow. She followed his gaze and to her horror, the arrow was aimed at Haldir, who was fighting many of the foul creatures at once, unaware of what was going on up in the tree.
Haldir finally brought all of them down so that he was standing clearly in the mist of all the slaughter. Hithiel couldn't think. Her mind just blocked out and without considering the consequences, she started to run at full speed towards him. Blows came towards her but she didn't bother blocking them. One blow came and cut her deep in her side but she didn't care. All her attention was upon Haldir. She clutched her side that was now streaming with blood and kept running. She heard the twang of the bow releasing and the whoosh of speeding death. She threw herself in front of Haldir. He looked down at her in shock and confusion, just in time to see the arrow hit her left shoulder, right above her heart.
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