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Chapter 4 The March Warden in Imladris

            Minyoiel could hardly believe her sleepy eyes. I must be hallucinating, she thought to herself as she shook her head vigorously to rid it of any misconceptions. But after this, the elf finally realized that she was not sick with the heat. Her dear Haldir was really standing before her.

            "Haldir," she cried as she launched herself off the bed and into his arms. She would have questioned him about his sudden appearance, but at the moment she was too occupied with his lips. Finally, after a few minutes, she managed to push him off and begin her curious inquiries. "What in the name of the Valar are you doing here? You didn't tell me you were coming! Did Galadriel send you as well?" But the March Warden just laughed and moved over to the bed to sit. He looked quite travel worn in his heavy boots and dusty clothes. His face was slightly sunburned as well and his hands were callused from gripping at his horse's mane.

            "My dearest," he said with a slight groan of relief as he began to pull off his dirty boots. "You know well that I have had much vacation time building up over the past few decades," he rested his boots in the corner and then pulled off his muddy outer tunic. "So, I thought to myself, what better time would there be to take it?" Minyoiel gasped when he said this. In all the thousands of years that she had known Haldir, out of all the wonderful gifts he had bestowed upon her, this one truly said that he loved her. Haldir never took time off. Not even when he was once wounded on the northern fences. The March Warden had shown up the next day with his arm heavily bandaged, but none the less commanding. The maiden found her self dumb struck.

            "You took a vacation for me?" she did not believe it.

            "Yes, yes," he said as he laid herself down upon her bed with an exhausted sigh. "I left two days after you and have not stopped riding since. My poor horse nearly wilted beneath me." Minyoiel made her way to sit down beside him.

            "How long will you be here?" she asked quietly. At this he sat up and enveloped her in his strong arms.

            "All summer,' he answered. The female stared up into his eyes in wonder. Oh, he truly did love her!

            "Do Rumil and Orophin know?"

            "No, I will see them later. Right now I would like to take a nap. I am exhausted."

            "Oh, yes, yes, of course," Minyoiel moved to lie beside him. In a matter of minutes, they were both asleep.

            Lindir sat perched on a high stool near his desk. Figwit was still in his range of vision and he was putting on quite a show. There had to be at least fifty pieces of crumpled up parchment surrounding his table. Under normal circumstances, the librarian would have been livid at the younger elf. But this was different. He wouldn't mind cleaning up after him this time. Yet now, it seemed that he had perfected his composition. The young advisor was reading it over while nodding his head in delight. Oh well, so much for watching him struggle over it. Just then, the heavy doors of the library swung open and in strode Lord Glorfindel. Lindir immediately busied himself amongst the thick books that lay around him. The flaxen haired elf noticed the librarian and strolled over to him with a small smile upon his lips.

            "Mae govannen Lindir," he said softly so as not to disturb the room's other occupant.

            "Mae govannen hir nin," the male replied in a whisper as well. The lord then turned and let his crystal blue gaze fall upon Figwit.

            "Why, what in the name of Eru is he doing?" he asked fixing his gaze back upon Lindir.

            "I am not sure my lord," the librarian lied.

            "Oh, I do hope he has not become infatuated with that Lorien maiden," Glorfindel sighed. "You do know of whom I speak?"

            "Why, yes Lord Glorfindel," Lindir forced a smile.

            "Well?"

            "Well what my lord?"

            "Does Figwit have any interest in her?"

            "I am sorry my lord, but that I do not know," he lied for the second time.

            "Well, as I stated before, I truly hope not."

            "Why is that Lord Glorfindel?" The elder elf scratched his chin when asked this.

            "You do know that she is engaged to be married to the March Warden of Lothlorien?"

            "Oh," Lindir moved restlessly in his seat and prayed that Glorfindel did not sense his unease.

            "Well the March Warden has just arrived. He took some time off and is going to spend the whole summer in Imladris with his fiancĂ©." The librarian paled visibly.

            "You mean to say that Haldir of Lorien is here, now?"

            "Yes, Lindir yes. He is going to meet his beloved as we speak." The younger elf uttered a small cry.

            "Are you well librarian?" Glorfindel was genuinely concerned.

            "Aye my lord, it is just the heat."

            "Good." Both male elves turned their gaze back to Figwit. But to Lindir's horror and Glorfindel's confusion, the young councilor was gone.

            After they had slept for awhile, the couple woke up and decided to move out to the terrace to catch any slight breeze that blew. They sat under a canopy of silks that rested upon carved poles in hopes to have some protection from the sun. Haldir leaned forward and kissed his beautiful bride to be many times, while she sat still in shock that he was here. Oh, this is perfect, Minyoiel thought after a time. I am sure nothing could ruin it.

            Figwit had left the library shortly after Glorfindel had arrived. It seemed that he and Lindir were discussing some important matter and he wished not to disturb them. Besides, he had already finished his love poem to the Lorien maiden and wanted to deliver it as soon as he could. In a matter of minutes, the male stood outside the said female's door. After a few moments of deep breathing he raised his hand and knocked softly. No answer came. Could she still be out? He knocked more loudly this time. Still, no reply reached his pointed ears. Maybe he could just leave the poem inside for her to find. Yes, that was a wonderful idea! Smiling to himself at this new stroke of genius, Figwit opened the door and stepped in. The small chamber appeared empty at first, so he laid his poem upon the bed spread with much care. But then something caught his eye. It was a pair of large, muddy boots, made for a male resting in the corner. The maiden's feet were small and petite; they could not possibly belong to her. Mayhap he had the wrong room. Yet before he could turn and flee, a noise coming from the terrace alerted his ears. With a cautious step forward, he moved out to investigate. But the sight that met his eyes was a horrible one. There sat his maiden, her arms wrapped around a golden haired elf. They were.kissing. Figwit gasped loudly and fell to the floor in a faint.

Mae govannen: Well met

Hir nin: My lord