Chapter One
In the gardens of Rivendell, only two people are to be seen: the Maiden Princess Anariel and the March-Warden Haldir. The only thing queer about this is that the feast of all Summer Solstice was going on inside the Hall of Fire, and Anariel wasn't present.
"You look beautiful tonight, Anar. In that dress, even Yavanna would be jealous."
"Don't be silly, Haldir. I'm not beautiful. I'm just a girl who acts like a boy. Yavanna wouldn't be jealous of me."
"Anar. You're the fairest elf that I have ever laid eyes on. You may not see it, but I do, and everyone else does. You're the luckiest little elf that e'er there was in Middle-Earth. I don't care if you act like a boy, and I don't care if you act like a perfect lady. I love you for you and nothing can change that."
"I love you too, Haldir. I really do."
Haldir pulled Anariel into his chest and hugged her tightly, kissing her face.
"Haldir, someone's coming."
Haldir let go of Anariel and leaned up against a tree. Anariel sat down on the ground in front of a tree, facing Haldir.
"Anar! Anar! Where are you?" Out of the woods stumbled Elleden and Elrohir.
"What do you two need?" Anariel sneered.
"Your father wants to see you. And Haldir n his study. I think he's pissed, but that's just me," Elrohir stated.
"Is that your professional opinion or just your uneducated guess?" Haldir said jokingly.
"What were you two doing out here anyway? Don't lie, you know we'll find out," Elladen aid, grinning evilly and Anariel.
"Talking," Haldir said.
"And walking," Anariel added.
Eladen shook his head. "You two really should tell Glorfindel about your feelings. Don't keep it from him."
"Find. I'll tell him now," Anariel said.
* * * *
"Ada?" Anariel said, slowly opening her father's study door. "You wanted to see me?"
"Yes, dear. Come in. Is Haldir out there as well?"
"I'm here, my Lord," Haldir said.
Anariel and Haldir walked inside the study and sat on the couch across from Glorfindel's desk.
"I am led to believe, from two somewhat reliable sources, that you two are involved. Is that correct?"
"Yes, sir. It is. We were going to tell you but . . ."
"But what, Haldir?! You were afraid I wouldn't allow it? That I wouldn't understand? What was it?"
"I wouldn't let him! I wanted to wait until my birthday!"
"Well. That's nice," Glorfindel said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "But, as you both well know, this cannot continue. Anariel, you're a princess and Haldir, you're a March-Warden. It cannot be done."
"Ada, I love him."
"You can't be with him! I won't allow it!"
"I hate you! I don't ever want to see you again!" Anariel stood up and ran out the door.
In the gardens of Rivendell, only two people are to be seen: the Maiden Princess Anariel and the March-Warden Haldir. The only thing queer about this is that the feast of all Summer Solstice was going on inside the Hall of Fire, and Anariel wasn't present.
"You look beautiful tonight, Anar. In that dress, even Yavanna would be jealous."
"Don't be silly, Haldir. I'm not beautiful. I'm just a girl who acts like a boy. Yavanna wouldn't be jealous of me."
"Anar. You're the fairest elf that I have ever laid eyes on. You may not see it, but I do, and everyone else does. You're the luckiest little elf that e'er there was in Middle-Earth. I don't care if you act like a boy, and I don't care if you act like a perfect lady. I love you for you and nothing can change that."
"I love you too, Haldir. I really do."
Haldir pulled Anariel into his chest and hugged her tightly, kissing her face.
"Haldir, someone's coming."
Haldir let go of Anariel and leaned up against a tree. Anariel sat down on the ground in front of a tree, facing Haldir.
"Anar! Anar! Where are you?" Out of the woods stumbled Elleden and Elrohir.
"What do you two need?" Anariel sneered.
"Your father wants to see you. And Haldir n his study. I think he's pissed, but that's just me," Elrohir stated.
"Is that your professional opinion or just your uneducated guess?" Haldir said jokingly.
"What were you two doing out here anyway? Don't lie, you know we'll find out," Elladen aid, grinning evilly and Anariel.
"Talking," Haldir said.
"And walking," Anariel added.
Eladen shook his head. "You two really should tell Glorfindel about your feelings. Don't keep it from him."
"Find. I'll tell him now," Anariel said.
* * * *
"Ada?" Anariel said, slowly opening her father's study door. "You wanted to see me?"
"Yes, dear. Come in. Is Haldir out there as well?"
"I'm here, my Lord," Haldir said.
Anariel and Haldir walked inside the study and sat on the couch across from Glorfindel's desk.
"I am led to believe, from two somewhat reliable sources, that you two are involved. Is that correct?"
"Yes, sir. It is. We were going to tell you but . . ."
"But what, Haldir?! You were afraid I wouldn't allow it? That I wouldn't understand? What was it?"
"I wouldn't let him! I wanted to wait until my birthday!"
"Well. That's nice," Glorfindel said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "But, as you both well know, this cannot continue. Anariel, you're a princess and Haldir, you're a March-Warden. It cannot be done."
"Ada, I love him."
"You can't be with him! I won't allow it!"
"I hate you! I don't ever want to see you again!" Anariel stood up and ran out the door.