A/N: Ta-ta! The teaser for the next part of the story! Enjoy it! It's
very short, but oh well! The real chapters are about as long as Love's
Philosophy's were. But I need a title! Review with an idea for the
titles, ok? Talk to y'all later! I won't be updating for a while now,
because I'm gonna be gone, so, yeah. Oh yes, I own nothing from Tolkien's
world. I merely trespass on his work momentarily. I own Risa and Lass, so
far.
Chapter 1
A copper-headed she-Elf curled up on a chair two-times too big for her in front of a cozy fire, her feet twined together carefully. She sighed as she felt the warmth of the fire heating her skin. She hummed an Elvish tune, a soft and sultry one that sounded mildly seductive. The wind whispered outside in the trees, adding to the song. Tomorrow, her best friend would return from a mission he had been sent on by Lady Galadriel herself. His brothers, close friends, acquaintances, and some Elves he did not even know at all would accompany him. That thought made her smile. Everyone knew Haldir ó Lórien.
She had to admit, a few months ago, at least seven, she did not know him. She had just moved there with her brother from Rivendell for some reason he had yet to tell her. She quickly met Haldir at the dinner party Galadriel had held for someone's birthday. Since it was not important to her, she could not remember whom it belonged to. But she remembered when she had first met Haldir, she had been standing there, alone, with a goblet of Saerloonian Glowfire in her hand, whilst her brother, Risa, charmed she- Elves.
When the orchestra had begun to play a slower song, Haldir had asked her to dance from the good of his heart. It was very rare for Haldir to do something like that, she had learned quickly the next day when asking him something of unimportance now. He had brushed her off and would have continued to until he felt compelled to cheer her up again about a week after the party when she was feeling particularly homesick for Rivendell.
He had been so sweet then, so sincere when he had asked her what was wrong with her. She had explained she missed Rivendell, and Haldir said he understood, what with him being the Lady Galadriel's most trusted Marchwarden and being sent on assignments a lot.
After than, it was history. They were now best of friends and nothing more.
"Lassewen," Risa said, coming behind her, placing his hands on her shoulders and gently squeezed. "It is late. You should sleep, for you must wake early if you wish to see Haldir and be first to greet him."
Lassewen smiled and closed her eyes as her brother massaged her shoulders gently.
"You are very tense, Lassewen. You must not let yourself become this way. It is what causes your headaches," Risa mumbled, rubbing the base of her neck.
"I know, Brother. Thank you for worrying, but I am fine," Lassewen insisted, smiling. Risa returned the smile as his sister stood. "I love you, brother," she murmured as she hugged him.
"So do I," Risa replied.
"Good night." She gently kissed his cheek then left their living room and went to her room, listening to the sounds of night outside.
When she reached the light blue room, she picked up a leather bound book from her desk and lay on her bed. She opened it to an empty page and sighed, reaching over to pick up a pen and inkwell. She sighed before pouring her heart out on the parchment.
'Tomorrow, Haldir returns to Lórien. It has been long since I last saw him. It feels an eternity, though in reality, it has been one and a half months,' she wrote. 'I miss my friend greatly.' She smiled fondly at his memory. 'I heard tell three days ago that he would be returning with more Elves for Marchwardens. That, evidently, means he will be working hard on training them. I will ask if I can help him tomorrow morning when he returns. But, until then, this is farewell. Blessed be, my friend.'
Lassewen shut her journal with a snap and set it on her nightstand. She slipped under her blankets and fell into quiet slumber, the fire glowing gently in the corner of her room.
Chapter 1
A copper-headed she-Elf curled up on a chair two-times too big for her in front of a cozy fire, her feet twined together carefully. She sighed as she felt the warmth of the fire heating her skin. She hummed an Elvish tune, a soft and sultry one that sounded mildly seductive. The wind whispered outside in the trees, adding to the song. Tomorrow, her best friend would return from a mission he had been sent on by Lady Galadriel herself. His brothers, close friends, acquaintances, and some Elves he did not even know at all would accompany him. That thought made her smile. Everyone knew Haldir ó Lórien.
She had to admit, a few months ago, at least seven, she did not know him. She had just moved there with her brother from Rivendell for some reason he had yet to tell her. She quickly met Haldir at the dinner party Galadriel had held for someone's birthday. Since it was not important to her, she could not remember whom it belonged to. But she remembered when she had first met Haldir, she had been standing there, alone, with a goblet of Saerloonian Glowfire in her hand, whilst her brother, Risa, charmed she- Elves.
When the orchestra had begun to play a slower song, Haldir had asked her to dance from the good of his heart. It was very rare for Haldir to do something like that, she had learned quickly the next day when asking him something of unimportance now. He had brushed her off and would have continued to until he felt compelled to cheer her up again about a week after the party when she was feeling particularly homesick for Rivendell.
He had been so sweet then, so sincere when he had asked her what was wrong with her. She had explained she missed Rivendell, and Haldir said he understood, what with him being the Lady Galadriel's most trusted Marchwarden and being sent on assignments a lot.
After than, it was history. They were now best of friends and nothing more.
"Lassewen," Risa said, coming behind her, placing his hands on her shoulders and gently squeezed. "It is late. You should sleep, for you must wake early if you wish to see Haldir and be first to greet him."
Lassewen smiled and closed her eyes as her brother massaged her shoulders gently.
"You are very tense, Lassewen. You must not let yourself become this way. It is what causes your headaches," Risa mumbled, rubbing the base of her neck.
"I know, Brother. Thank you for worrying, but I am fine," Lassewen insisted, smiling. Risa returned the smile as his sister stood. "I love you, brother," she murmured as she hugged him.
"So do I," Risa replied.
"Good night." She gently kissed his cheek then left their living room and went to her room, listening to the sounds of night outside.
When she reached the light blue room, she picked up a leather bound book from her desk and lay on her bed. She opened it to an empty page and sighed, reaching over to pick up a pen and inkwell. She sighed before pouring her heart out on the parchment.
'Tomorrow, Haldir returns to Lórien. It has been long since I last saw him. It feels an eternity, though in reality, it has been one and a half months,' she wrote. 'I miss my friend greatly.' She smiled fondly at his memory. 'I heard tell three days ago that he would be returning with more Elves for Marchwardens. That, evidently, means he will be working hard on training them. I will ask if I can help him tomorrow morning when he returns. But, until then, this is farewell. Blessed be, my friend.'
Lassewen shut her journal with a snap and set it on her nightstand. She slipped under her blankets and fell into quiet slumber, the fire glowing gently in the corner of her room.
