...:: Fighter ::...
Buffy looked herself over in the mirror. It was now or never! Going to
tell your father that you'd rather be a Galadhrim than his princess
would be disturbing news indeed. Fixing her hair in all different
ways, she couldn't find the proper way to disclose how she was feeling
with it. Toying with the ends to twist it along her face, adorning it.
Tying the back so that it met with the rest of her blond hair. She was
the only one in her family with blond hair. Elrond, Elladan and
Elrohir, and baby Arwen all had black hair. Celebrian, her beloved
late mother, had blond hair. Maybe that is where I got mine? Buffy
smiled, pleased with the design she had made.
"Father?" Elrond glanced up from the ornate, oak desk. "Yes,
daughter?" Walking into the room, Buffy noticed how her father quickly
stacked his scrolls on the side. "I have something of which I would
like to discuss with you." Her voice became hushed and timid as she
took her seat in front of her father. The elf before her looked toward
her, confused. "Go on." He clasped his hands in an expectant, but
patient wait. "I do not know how this should begin..." He studied her
stiff form and knew that something was definately on her mind.
"You know, Buffy, I'm a very good listener. I am also very
understanding and anything you have to say will not make me love you
any less." Again, Elrond studied her. It was so hard to read Buffy
because even when she was extremely upset, her face would remain
passive. "I do not wish to remain in Rivendell." Now this took Elrond
by surprise! He stood up, not angrily though. "Where do you plan to
go?" Eyes meeting the others, there they were. Staring into the pits
of the other's soul. "Lothlorien." Head cocked to the side, Elrond's
expression questioned her. "Whatever for?" Turning in her seat, Elrond
noticed as her eyes moved away from his. "Father, I want to fight! I
want to be a Galadhrim!"
Kissing his beloved daughter's forehead, Elrond embraced her once more
before giving her away to the surrounding Galadhrim. The Lord and Lady
stood by, watching with everlasting grace. "Do not forget where your
true home is, my daughter. Good luck." He rode off into the distance
leaving his daughter staring after him.
All of the Galadhrim went out of their way to ask her any and every
type of question that could be asked and Buffy longed for a moment's
peace. But everywhere she went, someone was curious to know why a
Princess would throw everything away to become a Galadhrim. Finally,
by herself behind a tall mallorn tree, she actually got a chance to
check out the scenery. Beautiful flowers blossomed everywhere in
Lorien. The leaves were golden, everything had a golden touch to
it. Buffy enjoyed the fresh breeze brushing her hair in innocent
tangles. She could definately get used to living in this paradise.
"Look at our newest arrival. Do you enjoy the smell of Lorien?" Buffy
turned to the voice which mocked her from behind. A blond elf stood
behind her, his gray eyes locked on her green ones. "Who would have
thought that in all of Lorien, we missed such a beauty." His eyes were
glittering, Buffy noticed. "Why do you mock me so?" The man
arrogantly walked up to her, fretfully. "Doth the lady have a name?"
He pretended to bow. She rolled her eyes. "Buffy of Rivendell. What is
yours?" Again, the man bowed before Buffy, but it did not mock her
this time. "Haldir of Lorien." This time, it was Buffy, whose eyes
glittered.
The woman before him was the most incredibley gorgeous creature he had
ever seen. It appeared to Haldir that Buffy did not show much interest
in any of the other Galadhrim, so he'd thought it be a good idea to
get to know her. It wasn't every day that a Princess became a
Galadhrim. It certainly wouldn't be an easy transition. She did not
look like a fighter to him at all. A slow smile creeped over his face.
She didn't look helpless either! Quite the contrare, she was actually
very fiesty. He would enjoy conquering her.
Buffy noticed that he payed no attention to the time he spoke from the
time he stopped and words, good or bad came out no matter what. Lack
of self-control! He must not be very far on the ranking scale. A laugh
played itself upon her lips. Rambling was not a sign of attraction,
according to Buffy. He was rambling too! What a loser. But in the back
of her mind, the thought of taking him and kissing him seeped into
her. This time it were her who had been dreaming. He did not act the
least bit interested in her.
"Do you lack the necessary attention from your brothers, Haldir of
Lorien?" She laughed at him, her eyes warm and inviting. Haldir could
have kissed the look off her face. "I am concerned for I believe I
do!" He played along, watching her laugh some more. A look of kindness
passed his face. She really was good company.
Haldir waved goodbye to his new friend, Buffy. Turning around, he ran
straight into his two brothers. "Brother, I bet you that I can receive
her affections quicker than you!" Being the ladies' man that Haldir
is, this was an offer he couldn't refuse. "Challange accepted... If
you truly want to loose this one!" They shook hands and off into the
night they went.
Buffy looked herself over in the mirror. It was now or never! Going to
tell your father that you'd rather be a Galadhrim than his princess
would be disturbing news indeed. Fixing her hair in all different
ways, she couldn't find the proper way to disclose how she was feeling
with it. Toying with the ends to twist it along her face, adorning it.
Tying the back so that it met with the rest of her blond hair. She was
the only one in her family with blond hair. Elrond, Elladan and
Elrohir, and baby Arwen all had black hair. Celebrian, her beloved
late mother, had blond hair. Maybe that is where I got mine? Buffy
smiled, pleased with the design she had made.
"Father?" Elrond glanced up from the ornate, oak desk. "Yes,
daughter?" Walking into the room, Buffy noticed how her father quickly
stacked his scrolls on the side. "I have something of which I would
like to discuss with you." Her voice became hushed and timid as she
took her seat in front of her father. The elf before her looked toward
her, confused. "Go on." He clasped his hands in an expectant, but
patient wait. "I do not know how this should begin..." He studied her
stiff form and knew that something was definately on her mind.
"You know, Buffy, I'm a very good listener. I am also very
understanding and anything you have to say will not make me love you
any less." Again, Elrond studied her. It was so hard to read Buffy
because even when she was extremely upset, her face would remain
passive. "I do not wish to remain in Rivendell." Now this took Elrond
by surprise! He stood up, not angrily though. "Where do you plan to
go?" Eyes meeting the others, there they were. Staring into the pits
of the other's soul. "Lothlorien." Head cocked to the side, Elrond's
expression questioned her. "Whatever for?" Turning in her seat, Elrond
noticed as her eyes moved away from his. "Father, I want to fight! I
want to be a Galadhrim!"
Kissing his beloved daughter's forehead, Elrond embraced her once more
before giving her away to the surrounding Galadhrim. The Lord and Lady
stood by, watching with everlasting grace. "Do not forget where your
true home is, my daughter. Good luck." He rode off into the distance
leaving his daughter staring after him.
All of the Galadhrim went out of their way to ask her any and every
type of question that could be asked and Buffy longed for a moment's
peace. But everywhere she went, someone was curious to know why a
Princess would throw everything away to become a Galadhrim. Finally,
by herself behind a tall mallorn tree, she actually got a chance to
check out the scenery. Beautiful flowers blossomed everywhere in
Lorien. The leaves were golden, everything had a golden touch to
it. Buffy enjoyed the fresh breeze brushing her hair in innocent
tangles. She could definately get used to living in this paradise.
"Look at our newest arrival. Do you enjoy the smell of Lorien?" Buffy
turned to the voice which mocked her from behind. A blond elf stood
behind her, his gray eyes locked on her green ones. "Who would have
thought that in all of Lorien, we missed such a beauty." His eyes were
glittering, Buffy noticed. "Why do you mock me so?" The man
arrogantly walked up to her, fretfully. "Doth the lady have a name?"
He pretended to bow. She rolled her eyes. "Buffy of Rivendell. What is
yours?" Again, the man bowed before Buffy, but it did not mock her
this time. "Haldir of Lorien." This time, it was Buffy, whose eyes
glittered.
The woman before him was the most incredibley gorgeous creature he had
ever seen. It appeared to Haldir that Buffy did not show much interest
in any of the other Galadhrim, so he'd thought it be a good idea to
get to know her. It wasn't every day that a Princess became a
Galadhrim. It certainly wouldn't be an easy transition. She did not
look like a fighter to him at all. A slow smile creeped over his face.
She didn't look helpless either! Quite the contrare, she was actually
very fiesty. He would enjoy conquering her.
Buffy noticed that he payed no attention to the time he spoke from the
time he stopped and words, good or bad came out no matter what. Lack
of self-control! He must not be very far on the ranking scale. A laugh
played itself upon her lips. Rambling was not a sign of attraction,
according to Buffy. He was rambling too! What a loser. But in the back
of her mind, the thought of taking him and kissing him seeped into
her. This time it were her who had been dreaming. He did not act the
least bit interested in her.
"Do you lack the necessary attention from your brothers, Haldir of
Lorien?" She laughed at him, her eyes warm and inviting. Haldir could
have kissed the look off her face. "I am concerned for I believe I
do!" He played along, watching her laugh some more. A look of kindness
passed his face. She really was good company.
Haldir waved goodbye to his new friend, Buffy. Turning around, he ran
straight into his two brothers. "Brother, I bet you that I can receive
her affections quicker than you!" Being the ladies' man that Haldir
is, this was an offer he couldn't refuse. "Challange accepted... If
you truly want to loose this one!" They shook hands and off into the
night they went.