The Starlord and the Warlady
Disclaimer: Shadowsong no own LOTR or Aida. You no sue Shadowsong. Shadowsong own Leahnlah, Lissie Cairdal, and Stella. You ask and Shadowsong no sue you. You have question?
Author's Notes: To explain the disclaimer: This is a Haldir/Original fic. The original character is Leahnlah. She is Aragorn's twin sister. She falls in love with Haldir, of all people. Lissie and Stella will show up later.
Chapter 7: A Terrible Choice
Over the six weeks I spent in Lorien, I met Haldir almost every night. He taught me the names of all the stars—ok, not all of them, but quite a few. The problem was, as time went on, I found myself more and more attracted to the damn elf.
And then, something happened that changed everything. Or, rather, I met someone who changed everything. That someone was Lord Elrond's older daughter, Arwen.
I had been sitting alone in the clearing where Haldir and I had chased the wind together when she found me.
"You are Leahnlah, right?" a voice said behind me. I jumped.
"Yes..." I answered looking at her suspiciously. I didn't know who she was.
"Oh, good. I've been looking for you." She sat down next to me. "My name is Arwen. My little sister told me about you. A little birdie told me you were here."
"Oh. It's nice to finally meet you." There was a kind of awkward silence.
"Anaiyah also told me about the times you and your brother had with her."
"I'm sure she did." I bowed my head, needing a moment to regain control.
"Oddly enough, she seems to think that you're dead," I heard Arwen say from somewhere above me.
I looked up. "Why would she think that?"
Arwen blinked. "Well, you vanished. When Elladan and Elrohir and your brother came back—"
"My—brother? But Estel is—" I trailed off. Could Estel really be alive? The idea was absolutely ludicrous, but Arwen seemed convinced...
"No, he isn't," Arwen insisted. "I met him. I know."
I studied her. "Really?" I whispered, hardly daring to believe it.
Arwen nodded.
"Describe him. Please," I begged. "I have to know..."
Arwen nodded again. "Let's see...when I saw him, he was about five feet, eleven inches. He had curly dark brown hair that went almost down to his shoulders. His eyes were that blue-gray color that changed with his mood."
That could only be Estel. "Thank you for telling me this," I said. Somehow I managed to be calm, though all I wanted to do was jump up and down and shriek with joy. My brother was alive! "If you will excuse me, I have to find him."
Arwen nodded. "I understand. Good luck!"
"Thank you. Thank you so much!" I walked, as quickly as I could, back to the place where I was staying to get ready.
It wasn't until I got there that I realized I had a problem. A rather tall, gorgeous problem.
Haldir.
I stared up. I was supposed to meet him in a half-hour. I'd tell him then.
"The problem is," I said out loud, "If I just come out and tell him, he'll get all depressed and spend the rest of his life trying to figure out what he did wrong." I stood up and walked over to the wardrobe. "What am I going to wear?"
I opened it and stared at all the dresses. "None of these are going to do...but there's nothing else..." I sighed, and did what I had done every morning since I got here: I closed my eyes and grabbed the first thing my hand found. I opened my eyes and pulled it out. To my surprise, I had managed to find my "remade" wilderness clothes. I studied them. They were actually almost the same as the originals. I had been worried. This was perfect! Now I wouldn't have to exactly tell Haldir...I could show up in this and let him draw his own conclusions...
"I will find you, Estel," I whispered. "I promise."
A/N: Now we get our lovely angst! Ok, so it's not exactly Romeo and Juliet...but...oh, well...I tried...