A/N: HI! OK, sorry for the long break, but you know how it is when writer's block hits! Thanx to all of you who helped me on this chapter! You know who you are! I'd also like to forgive for any screwing up of the timeline which I may have done in this chapter, but it was necissary for the story. And yes, I know her parents' names mean Heaven and Princess.
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Valkyrie looked at him incredulously. She could believe the part about herself and her brother growing up here, because she could vaugley remember it. She could even almost believe the part about her parents. But the knowledge that she was expected to rule Lothlorien was to much for her.
"Haldir, I can't controll Nenya! I could never controll a Ring of Power, much less rule Lothlorien by myself! Just under a month ago I was just a high school outcast! Now I'm... I don't know what." She finished weakly, but the elvish captain just smirked.
"Calm down, Val. Once The Lady restores your memories, and I get you fixed up, you'll remember *all* the spells you were taught as a child." He said, running slender fingers through her raven hair. He gave her another smile. "And as for ruling alone, you're not expected to."
She looked up sharpley. "Then with who?" he shook his head in silent laughter. "You've really forgotten everything, haven't you? Let me tell you the whole story, from the beginning, and then maybe you'll understand a little better. And I'll patch you up while we talk." She nodded and lay back down.
"Alright. Tell me."
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Arvandor Brailion rode his white stallion to the edge of the city of Lothlorien and stopped, dismounting as two young elves came to tend to his mount. He walked a short distance to a small clearing where he could hear two female voices chanting spells. His dark blonde hair was tied back loosely, his garb was traditional of a Warrior of Rohan, and his eyes were a dull amber color.
He pushed aside a curtain of ivy that hung over the archway that served as a door to the small groto and narrowly dodged a fireball that went sailing past his head, missing by an inch.
A tall, slender half-elf in a silvery dress, with raven hair and golden eyes winced apologetically and ran forward to hug him. "Sorry. My aim was a little off."
He kissed her forehead affectionatly and huged her back. "It's okay Tarien. We have bigger things to worry about than your spells being off aim."
The sorceress-in-training furrowed her brow. "Like what? What's going on?" Her husband sighed. "Grima Wormtongue has been appointed advisor to King Theoden." Tarien's eyes widened. "You can't be serious?! Grima?! Thw whole kingdom will be falling apart within the week!"
"You don't know the half of it." He sighed heavily and rubbed her arms with his strong hands. "That snake convinced the king that my marrying you was a liability to the kingdom... our house has burned to the ground, and our family has been banished from the kingdom."
"Ai Valar." Tarien wispered with a sob. Galadriel, who had been standing by silently this whole time, spoke softly. "You know you are welcome here anytime. After all, Tarien is to inherit Nenya." She said, but there was no hope in her voice. She knew what they would choose.
Tarien looked up tearfully. "I'm sorry m'lady, but I'm afraid we may have to leave Middle-Earth. Myself and Arvandor have talked this over many times, and the age our world is coming to is not one we find same to raise our children in. Already we have seen our son being... corrupted by the evil that pollutes all. You understand if I do not take your offer." The Lady of the Wood nodded solemnly.
"I feared as much. Your son will not care to much, but I ask you stay at least a week's time for the sake of your daughter. She's become rather attatched to the captain of my guard and I do not know how she will accept the news. I wish you all only happiness." She smiled at Tarien. "You were a wonderfull apprentice, as was your daughter."
The couple thanked the elf witch and turned to leave, their hearts heavy. For indeed, Valkyrie had formed a strong bond with Haldir, and one which had pleased them till now. Arvandor squeezed his wife's shoulder, shaking his head.
"I suppose we should annouce that she is no longer betrothed to him... it will break her heart." Tarien let out a soft sob, and after a long pause wispered. "His too."
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Valkyrie stared at him, eyes wide. "Betrothed! You and me?!" She lay back down, starring at the cealing, eyes still wide as dinner plates. Haldir squeezed her hand affectionatly.
"Yes, you and me. And my love for you hasn't wavered a day. But you've moved on, and I know that in your eyes, I'm just a friend. So consider the subject closed... unless you decide not to go with them." He added hesitantly.
She looked at him, her emotions swirling around in a confusing mixture, and then turned on her side away from him. "Just go on with your story."
Haldir's face took on a pained expression breifly, then he calmed himself and continued.
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"Tommy! You're not supposed to use dark magic!" Valkyrie protested as she and her brother walked down the steps to where Haldir's "house" was. Tomithrien just rolled his eyes and ignored his sister and the seven year old was infuritated.
"Just cause you're eleven, and you're older, doesn't give you the right to cheat! I had you fair and square till you ruined all my arrows!" The golden eyed quarter elf protested, holding up the melted remains of her quiver. Her brother turned around with a snap, jet black hair falling down over his face.
They had the same hair color, but the similarities ended there. She was tall for her age, but he was short for his, making them the same height. Her skin was pale and unblemished. His was deeply tanned and he already had several scars on his back and chest, and one running slantways from the left corner of his forehead to the right hinge on his jaw. Her eyes were a shining gold color, same as her mother's. His resembled no one's in their family. They were a greenish-blue color, and they almost seemed to glow. Valkyrie didn't like his eyes.
Tommy grabbed her by the sleeve of her short, red dress. "No, it doesn't, but I'll tell you what does!" He slammed her into a column and her shoulder flared with pain. "The fact that you're a worhtless wench betrothed to a pathetic so-called captain who couldn't even shoot one of these trees!" He said gesturing to the magnificently large Lothlorien trees. One of which she had fallen out of only just this morning, having been caught by Haldir.
She loved him yes, but it was more "puppy love", because she was too young to know what real love was. All the same, she was happy with the idea of marrying him, and she desperatley awaited her sixteenth birthday, when they would finnaly take their vows. The insult outraged her, and she kicked him squarely between the legs.
As he fell over in pain, she smiled triumphantly and flipped her hair back over her shoulder. "One day I shall rule Lothlorien with that same captain who you so rudely insulted. Then we'll see who's worthless!" He stood up, eyes glaring hatred at her.
He laughed, a sound that seemed far too menacing to come from an adolecscent child. "You can rule Middle-Earth for all I care! I answer to no one!" He said venemously, and stalked off, leaving her visibly shaken.
She let out her breath as she realized she had been holding it, and straightened her dress. She smiled once again and ran inside.
"Haldir! Aratoamin! (A/N: My champion) I-" She cut off abrubtly when she noticed him leaning against one of the pillars, traces of tears forming in his eyes. Knowing full well that greif can kill an elf, she rushed forward quickly, nearly tripping over the hem of her dress and wrapped her arms around his waist.
"Ai Valar! What is it?" She asked, looking up at him. He parents, who had been sitting on the other side of the room, spoke up. "Valkyrie, we need to speak with you." said Arvandor after a pause.
She looked up, startled. "About what?" Haldir kneeled down in front of her, cupping her chin in his hand and tracing the delicate curve of her small mouth with his thumb. A single crystaline tear made its way down his cheek.
"My precious Lirimaer." He placed a soft kiss on her cheek. "Your family is leaving. You are no longer betrothed to me. Your heart is your own, now."
Young as she was, she suddenly knew what a broken heart felt like. She looked up at her parents, then back to her bleak-faced beloved and pushed him away quickly with a sob. She turned to her parents angrily.
"Going?! Going where?! Did you even consider what *I* want?! I hate you!" She ran off quickly before they could even get a word in, running full speed through the woods, not carring as her dress was caught on a root and ripped off just above her knees. She ran as far and as fast as she could until she tripped and landed face down on the mossy ground. She curled up in between two tree roots and cried herself into a restless sleep.
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Haldir paused in his narative and touched her shoulder gently, fearing she'd fallen asleep. "Valkyrie?" He said softly.
"I vaugley remember it." She wispered to no one in particular, still not facing him. "It's like it's right there on the edge of my memory... but everything's been covered in a thick fog that I can't see through except for breif snatches."
"Perhaps, I can help." said a soft female voice. Standing in the doorway was the Lady Galadriel. She walked over and sat on the edge of the bed next to Haldir. "Has she been healed?" He nodded and Valkyrie lifted the hem of her tunic to find the gash gone. The bruises were still there, but faded.
The Lady smiled. "He's no expert, but he is good." She said with a smile. "But I suppose you wish to be able to remember your childhood. I shall restore your memories, then see what you remember."
Valkyrie nodded and Haldir stood up and walked out on the balcony to collect his thoughts. Galadriel pressed her palm lightly to the quater-elf's forehead and began to speak in elvish.
"Tanka harwar, Aman tel' Seldarine, Panta tangwa, Elea i'dolen!" (A/N: Heal, bless, unlock, and reveal, respectively) The elf witch said, and she felt a sudden jolt flash through her mind.
Dozens of memories, tastes, smells, sights, and sounds bombarded her senses. She could hear Galadriel's voice, but it was as if from a far off place. "What do you remember?"
"Everything." She breathed. Galadriel made a small noise of acknowledgement and then spoke again, only this time Valkyrie heard it clearer. "Then why don't you pick pick up he left off?"
"Very well. I remember..."
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A/N: lol. Looks like there'll be a part 3! Sorry but this was as far as I could get today and I promised a freind I'd have this up by tonight! To compensate, I have an extra somthing:
Songs I listened too while typing this:
Concrete Angel~ Martina McBride
Clocks~ Coldplay
Not Gonna Get Us~ t.A.t.U
Girls and Boys~ Good Charlotte
OK then! Review, and I'll see you in part three! If I get enough reviews, maybe I'll finnaly get around to typing the Boromir/Valkyrie scene, and we'll get see who she chooses!
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Valkyrie looked at him incredulously. She could believe the part about herself and her brother growing up here, because she could vaugley remember it. She could even almost believe the part about her parents. But the knowledge that she was expected to rule Lothlorien was to much for her.
"Haldir, I can't controll Nenya! I could never controll a Ring of Power, much less rule Lothlorien by myself! Just under a month ago I was just a high school outcast! Now I'm... I don't know what." She finished weakly, but the elvish captain just smirked.
"Calm down, Val. Once The Lady restores your memories, and I get you fixed up, you'll remember *all* the spells you were taught as a child." He said, running slender fingers through her raven hair. He gave her another smile. "And as for ruling alone, you're not expected to."
She looked up sharpley. "Then with who?" he shook his head in silent laughter. "You've really forgotten everything, haven't you? Let me tell you the whole story, from the beginning, and then maybe you'll understand a little better. And I'll patch you up while we talk." She nodded and lay back down.
"Alright. Tell me."
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Arvandor Brailion rode his white stallion to the edge of the city of Lothlorien and stopped, dismounting as two young elves came to tend to his mount. He walked a short distance to a small clearing where he could hear two female voices chanting spells. His dark blonde hair was tied back loosely, his garb was traditional of a Warrior of Rohan, and his eyes were a dull amber color.
He pushed aside a curtain of ivy that hung over the archway that served as a door to the small groto and narrowly dodged a fireball that went sailing past his head, missing by an inch.
A tall, slender half-elf in a silvery dress, with raven hair and golden eyes winced apologetically and ran forward to hug him. "Sorry. My aim was a little off."
He kissed her forehead affectionatly and huged her back. "It's okay Tarien. We have bigger things to worry about than your spells being off aim."
The sorceress-in-training furrowed her brow. "Like what? What's going on?" Her husband sighed. "Grima Wormtongue has been appointed advisor to King Theoden." Tarien's eyes widened. "You can't be serious?! Grima?! Thw whole kingdom will be falling apart within the week!"
"You don't know the half of it." He sighed heavily and rubbed her arms with his strong hands. "That snake convinced the king that my marrying you was a liability to the kingdom... our house has burned to the ground, and our family has been banished from the kingdom."
"Ai Valar." Tarien wispered with a sob. Galadriel, who had been standing by silently this whole time, spoke softly. "You know you are welcome here anytime. After all, Tarien is to inherit Nenya." She said, but there was no hope in her voice. She knew what they would choose.
Tarien looked up tearfully. "I'm sorry m'lady, but I'm afraid we may have to leave Middle-Earth. Myself and Arvandor have talked this over many times, and the age our world is coming to is not one we find same to raise our children in. Already we have seen our son being... corrupted by the evil that pollutes all. You understand if I do not take your offer." The Lady of the Wood nodded solemnly.
"I feared as much. Your son will not care to much, but I ask you stay at least a week's time for the sake of your daughter. She's become rather attatched to the captain of my guard and I do not know how she will accept the news. I wish you all only happiness." She smiled at Tarien. "You were a wonderfull apprentice, as was your daughter."
The couple thanked the elf witch and turned to leave, their hearts heavy. For indeed, Valkyrie had formed a strong bond with Haldir, and one which had pleased them till now. Arvandor squeezed his wife's shoulder, shaking his head.
"I suppose we should annouce that she is no longer betrothed to him... it will break her heart." Tarien let out a soft sob, and after a long pause wispered. "His too."
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Valkyrie stared at him, eyes wide. "Betrothed! You and me?!" She lay back down, starring at the cealing, eyes still wide as dinner plates. Haldir squeezed her hand affectionatly.
"Yes, you and me. And my love for you hasn't wavered a day. But you've moved on, and I know that in your eyes, I'm just a friend. So consider the subject closed... unless you decide not to go with them." He added hesitantly.
She looked at him, her emotions swirling around in a confusing mixture, and then turned on her side away from him. "Just go on with your story."
Haldir's face took on a pained expression breifly, then he calmed himself and continued.
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"Tommy! You're not supposed to use dark magic!" Valkyrie protested as she and her brother walked down the steps to where Haldir's "house" was. Tomithrien just rolled his eyes and ignored his sister and the seven year old was infuritated.
"Just cause you're eleven, and you're older, doesn't give you the right to cheat! I had you fair and square till you ruined all my arrows!" The golden eyed quarter elf protested, holding up the melted remains of her quiver. Her brother turned around with a snap, jet black hair falling down over his face.
They had the same hair color, but the similarities ended there. She was tall for her age, but he was short for his, making them the same height. Her skin was pale and unblemished. His was deeply tanned and he already had several scars on his back and chest, and one running slantways from the left corner of his forehead to the right hinge on his jaw. Her eyes were a shining gold color, same as her mother's. His resembled no one's in their family. They were a greenish-blue color, and they almost seemed to glow. Valkyrie didn't like his eyes.
Tommy grabbed her by the sleeve of her short, red dress. "No, it doesn't, but I'll tell you what does!" He slammed her into a column and her shoulder flared with pain. "The fact that you're a worhtless wench betrothed to a pathetic so-called captain who couldn't even shoot one of these trees!" He said gesturing to the magnificently large Lothlorien trees. One of which she had fallen out of only just this morning, having been caught by Haldir.
She loved him yes, but it was more "puppy love", because she was too young to know what real love was. All the same, she was happy with the idea of marrying him, and she desperatley awaited her sixteenth birthday, when they would finnaly take their vows. The insult outraged her, and she kicked him squarely between the legs.
As he fell over in pain, she smiled triumphantly and flipped her hair back over her shoulder. "One day I shall rule Lothlorien with that same captain who you so rudely insulted. Then we'll see who's worthless!" He stood up, eyes glaring hatred at her.
He laughed, a sound that seemed far too menacing to come from an adolecscent child. "You can rule Middle-Earth for all I care! I answer to no one!" He said venemously, and stalked off, leaving her visibly shaken.
She let out her breath as she realized she had been holding it, and straightened her dress. She smiled once again and ran inside.
"Haldir! Aratoamin! (A/N: My champion) I-" She cut off abrubtly when she noticed him leaning against one of the pillars, traces of tears forming in his eyes. Knowing full well that greif can kill an elf, she rushed forward quickly, nearly tripping over the hem of her dress and wrapped her arms around his waist.
"Ai Valar! What is it?" She asked, looking up at him. He parents, who had been sitting on the other side of the room, spoke up. "Valkyrie, we need to speak with you." said Arvandor after a pause.
She looked up, startled. "About what?" Haldir kneeled down in front of her, cupping her chin in his hand and tracing the delicate curve of her small mouth with his thumb. A single crystaline tear made its way down his cheek.
"My precious Lirimaer." He placed a soft kiss on her cheek. "Your family is leaving. You are no longer betrothed to me. Your heart is your own, now."
Young as she was, she suddenly knew what a broken heart felt like. She looked up at her parents, then back to her bleak-faced beloved and pushed him away quickly with a sob. She turned to her parents angrily.
"Going?! Going where?! Did you even consider what *I* want?! I hate you!" She ran off quickly before they could even get a word in, running full speed through the woods, not carring as her dress was caught on a root and ripped off just above her knees. She ran as far and as fast as she could until she tripped and landed face down on the mossy ground. She curled up in between two tree roots and cried herself into a restless sleep.
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Haldir paused in his narative and touched her shoulder gently, fearing she'd fallen asleep. "Valkyrie?" He said softly.
"I vaugley remember it." She wispered to no one in particular, still not facing him. "It's like it's right there on the edge of my memory... but everything's been covered in a thick fog that I can't see through except for breif snatches."
"Perhaps, I can help." said a soft female voice. Standing in the doorway was the Lady Galadriel. She walked over and sat on the edge of the bed next to Haldir. "Has she been healed?" He nodded and Valkyrie lifted the hem of her tunic to find the gash gone. The bruises were still there, but faded.
The Lady smiled. "He's no expert, but he is good." She said with a smile. "But I suppose you wish to be able to remember your childhood. I shall restore your memories, then see what you remember."
Valkyrie nodded and Haldir stood up and walked out on the balcony to collect his thoughts. Galadriel pressed her palm lightly to the quater-elf's forehead and began to speak in elvish.
"Tanka harwar, Aman tel' Seldarine, Panta tangwa, Elea i'dolen!" (A/N: Heal, bless, unlock, and reveal, respectively) The elf witch said, and she felt a sudden jolt flash through her mind.
Dozens of memories, tastes, smells, sights, and sounds bombarded her senses. She could hear Galadriel's voice, but it was as if from a far off place. "What do you remember?"
"Everything." She breathed. Galadriel made a small noise of acknowledgement and then spoke again, only this time Valkyrie heard it clearer. "Then why don't you pick pick up he left off?"
"Very well. I remember..."
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A/N: lol. Looks like there'll be a part 3! Sorry but this was as far as I could get today and I promised a freind I'd have this up by tonight! To compensate, I have an extra somthing:
Songs I listened too while typing this:
Concrete Angel~ Martina McBride
Clocks~ Coldplay
Not Gonna Get Us~ t.A.t.U
Girls and Boys~ Good Charlotte
OK then! Review, and I'll see you in part three! If I get enough reviews, maybe I'll finnaly get around to typing the Boromir/Valkyrie scene, and we'll get see who she chooses!