...:: Full Moon ::...
Achaia opened her eyes meekly, not recognizing any of her
surroundings. She could tell that she was in some type of tree house,
and in it had ornate designed wood furniture. She couldn't tell if
there was anyone else inside the room, like she. Sitting up quickly,
she noticed even more lavish designed trinkets around the room. There
was a beautifully designed robe hanging dully on the chair that was
under the desk. A bow and it's arrows sat in the corner and three
swords hung on the wall by the door. Now, Achaia was scared for her
life; fearing that she had been kidnapped. But just when she started
freaking out, an elf walked into the room holding a tray full of food.
The aroma of cooked meat found its way to her and she took it in
heavily. The elf sat it down in front of her and then went to grab a
chair. She recognized the elf from somewhere before and she did not
fear him.
Haldir had been surprised to see that she had already woken up.
The girl had been struggling the whole night and Haldir had had to run
her to the healing talan instead of Rivendell. Bringing the chair in
and placing it beside the bed, Haldir sat beside the girl, watching
her eat. The girl smiled at him and he didn't even flinch or make a
move to smile back. He just sat and watched her eat so quietly. Then
the question arose in his mind. What was she called? "Are you with
name?" The girl glanced at him halfheartedly, not wanting to let the
food rest for even just a minute. "My... my name is Achaia." Haldir
nodded. "Achaia, I am Haldir O' Lorien and this is my talan. You are
welcome to stay here for as long as you'd like. My patrol and I
rescued you from the men in your town, they were... beating you." Achaia
didn't seem too surprised. "Yes, that's what they tend to do with the
knowledge that they do not understand."
"What do they not understand?" Ahcaia's brown eyes met his for a
moment and she saw him turn away. This made her curious because she
had never known someone of such elegance to turn their head from
anyone. "How a witch struggles." That made the elf's head twist back
in a hurry. "Witch?! So you did all of those things that they've
said?" There was genuine shock within his eyes, Achaia had to hold
back the laughter. "No. I did no such thing. They just don't
understand me, so they beat me. It's a normal reaction." The elf shook
his head. "You are a witch, then?" Achaia nodded and then continued
eating.
Later that night, Haldir stood on his balcony staring at the
moon; it showed brightly down upon Lorien, beautifully. Achaia had
fallen asleep hours ago and that's when Haldir had decided to take his
leave. He had to leave. Looking away from the moons glare, his eyes
shifted over to Buffy's grave. Fresh tears sprung to life as he moaned
and grasped his mouth in his hand. "Now I am facing the rest of my
life alone...." The tears dropped down to the ground and though to
everyone else it didn't even make a sound, to Haldir it made a
shattering noise. He looked away from her grave and turned his eyes
back on the moon. It wasn't a shock that in the moon's face he saw the
woman he loved smiling one last time. It was a beautiful moment.
"Buffy...."
"Who is Buffy?" Startled, Haldir twisted around to find Achaia
behind him. "I don't mean to be nosing into something that is in none
of my affair but I heard you weeping." Turning back around and placing
his hand on the rail of the balcony, Haldir sighed. "You shouldn't be
up this late... not in your condition." Achaia shrugged. "I feel well."
Haldir closed his eyes, letting the last of his tears fall. Achaia
placed a caring hand on Haldir's shoulder. "Why do you weep so?"
Haldir turned around but didn't let her see his face. He pushed past
her and went out the door for a walk. Achaia watched him walk down the
dirt path and then decided to go back to bed.
"Achaia, how have you been?" Rumil smiled at the young girl as
she walked up the pathway with his younger brother, Orophin. "I am
quite well... although...." Rumil frowned for a moment. "What is the
problem? Hasn't my brother been an exceptional help?" Achaia nodded,
but had a concerned look in her eyes. "Indeed.... But I get the feeling
that something is bothering him. Always in the middle of the night he
will go out onto the balcony and cry." Both Orophin and Rumil
exchanged glances, but without not being noticed because as soon as
they did this, Achaia was all over them. "What do you know?" Orophin
opened his mouth to speak but Rumil hushed him quickly. "My wonderful
Achaia, we cannot divulge that information." Achaia frowned but
continued to implore. "Why not?" Rumil implored back. "Years ago...
something happened to someone Haldir was very much in love with..."
"Her name was Buffy and she was the daughter of Elrond... a Lord
of the Elves. He is the Master of Rivendell. Anyway, she became a
Galadhrim and we all loved her as if she was a part of our family and
not a princess, but Haldir was in love with her. Well, I should say
this... they were in love; a true love." Achaia still had a frown on her
face but wanted to know more about the situation. "What happened to
her?" Just as Rumil had opened his mouth to answer, Haldir came
walking down the pathway waving happily. "'Quel re, my brothers and to
my friend." Achaia glanced at Haldir and then to his two younger
brothers. Rumil and Orophin both backed away silently and then shaped
up and wished their brother a good day.
Haldir and Achaia excused themselves away from Rumil and Orophin
to go for a walk together. "Haldir, I have been meaning to talk to you
about something that has been bothering me for the longest time."
Haldir nodded and turned to her, smiling with only kindness. "Alright.
Tell me." They continued walking, Achaia played with her fingers
nervously. "Every night... well, I know that you go on the balcony and
weep." Haldir's red light turned on immediately, he knew what she was
getting at, yet he said nothing, only listened. "Your brothers told me
of whom this great love of yours was. She sounds extraordinary. But...
uh... where is she now?" Haldir stopped and Achaia immediately stopped
with him. She could see that his entire manner had changed. Suddenly
he became red in the face and she could see that he was very
uncomfortable. He reached out and grabbed her by the shoulders.
"Achaia, we all have our secrets and this is mine." Achaia nodded,
embarrassed. "I understand... believe me, I do. I know you will come to
me when you're ready... I think." Haldir's face contorted into some pain-
stricken look she had never witnessed on him before and then he was
gone like that and she was left looking down at the ground. Whoever
this Buffy was, she had done some damage to this elf and Achaia was
determined to make things right.
Achaia opened her eyes meekly, not recognizing any of her
surroundings. She could tell that she was in some type of tree house,
and in it had ornate designed wood furniture. She couldn't tell if
there was anyone else inside the room, like she. Sitting up quickly,
she noticed even more lavish designed trinkets around the room. There
was a beautifully designed robe hanging dully on the chair that was
under the desk. A bow and it's arrows sat in the corner and three
swords hung on the wall by the door. Now, Achaia was scared for her
life; fearing that she had been kidnapped. But just when she started
freaking out, an elf walked into the room holding a tray full of food.
The aroma of cooked meat found its way to her and she took it in
heavily. The elf sat it down in front of her and then went to grab a
chair. She recognized the elf from somewhere before and she did not
fear him.
Haldir had been surprised to see that she had already woken up.
The girl had been struggling the whole night and Haldir had had to run
her to the healing talan instead of Rivendell. Bringing the chair in
and placing it beside the bed, Haldir sat beside the girl, watching
her eat. The girl smiled at him and he didn't even flinch or make a
move to smile back. He just sat and watched her eat so quietly. Then
the question arose in his mind. What was she called? "Are you with
name?" The girl glanced at him halfheartedly, not wanting to let the
food rest for even just a minute. "My... my name is Achaia." Haldir
nodded. "Achaia, I am Haldir O' Lorien and this is my talan. You are
welcome to stay here for as long as you'd like. My patrol and I
rescued you from the men in your town, they were... beating you." Achaia
didn't seem too surprised. "Yes, that's what they tend to do with the
knowledge that they do not understand."
"What do they not understand?" Ahcaia's brown eyes met his for a
moment and she saw him turn away. This made her curious because she
had never known someone of such elegance to turn their head from
anyone. "How a witch struggles." That made the elf's head twist back
in a hurry. "Witch?! So you did all of those things that they've
said?" There was genuine shock within his eyes, Achaia had to hold
back the laughter. "No. I did no such thing. They just don't
understand me, so they beat me. It's a normal reaction." The elf shook
his head. "You are a witch, then?" Achaia nodded and then continued
eating.
Later that night, Haldir stood on his balcony staring at the
moon; it showed brightly down upon Lorien, beautifully. Achaia had
fallen asleep hours ago and that's when Haldir had decided to take his
leave. He had to leave. Looking away from the moons glare, his eyes
shifted over to Buffy's grave. Fresh tears sprung to life as he moaned
and grasped his mouth in his hand. "Now I am facing the rest of my
life alone...." The tears dropped down to the ground and though to
everyone else it didn't even make a sound, to Haldir it made a
shattering noise. He looked away from her grave and turned his eyes
back on the moon. It wasn't a shock that in the moon's face he saw the
woman he loved smiling one last time. It was a beautiful moment.
"Buffy...."
"Who is Buffy?" Startled, Haldir twisted around to find Achaia
behind him. "I don't mean to be nosing into something that is in none
of my affair but I heard you weeping." Turning back around and placing
his hand on the rail of the balcony, Haldir sighed. "You shouldn't be
up this late... not in your condition." Achaia shrugged. "I feel well."
Haldir closed his eyes, letting the last of his tears fall. Achaia
placed a caring hand on Haldir's shoulder. "Why do you weep so?"
Haldir turned around but didn't let her see his face. He pushed past
her and went out the door for a walk. Achaia watched him walk down the
dirt path and then decided to go back to bed.
"Achaia, how have you been?" Rumil smiled at the young girl as
she walked up the pathway with his younger brother, Orophin. "I am
quite well... although...." Rumil frowned for a moment. "What is the
problem? Hasn't my brother been an exceptional help?" Achaia nodded,
but had a concerned look in her eyes. "Indeed.... But I get the feeling
that something is bothering him. Always in the middle of the night he
will go out onto the balcony and cry." Both Orophin and Rumil
exchanged glances, but without not being noticed because as soon as
they did this, Achaia was all over them. "What do you know?" Orophin
opened his mouth to speak but Rumil hushed him quickly. "My wonderful
Achaia, we cannot divulge that information." Achaia frowned but
continued to implore. "Why not?" Rumil implored back. "Years ago...
something happened to someone Haldir was very much in love with..."
"Her name was Buffy and she was the daughter of Elrond... a Lord
of the Elves. He is the Master of Rivendell. Anyway, she became a
Galadhrim and we all loved her as if she was a part of our family and
not a princess, but Haldir was in love with her. Well, I should say
this... they were in love; a true love." Achaia still had a frown on her
face but wanted to know more about the situation. "What happened to
her?" Just as Rumil had opened his mouth to answer, Haldir came
walking down the pathway waving happily. "'Quel re, my brothers and to
my friend." Achaia glanced at Haldir and then to his two younger
brothers. Rumil and Orophin both backed away silently and then shaped
up and wished their brother a good day.
Haldir and Achaia excused themselves away from Rumil and Orophin
to go for a walk together. "Haldir, I have been meaning to talk to you
about something that has been bothering me for the longest time."
Haldir nodded and turned to her, smiling with only kindness. "Alright.
Tell me." They continued walking, Achaia played with her fingers
nervously. "Every night... well, I know that you go on the balcony and
weep." Haldir's red light turned on immediately, he knew what she was
getting at, yet he said nothing, only listened. "Your brothers told me
of whom this great love of yours was. She sounds extraordinary. But...
uh... where is she now?" Haldir stopped and Achaia immediately stopped
with him. She could see that his entire manner had changed. Suddenly
he became red in the face and she could see that he was very
uncomfortable. He reached out and grabbed her by the shoulders.
"Achaia, we all have our secrets and this is mine." Achaia nodded,
embarrassed. "I understand... believe me, I do. I know you will come to
me when you're ready... I think." Haldir's face contorted into some pain-
stricken look she had never witnessed on him before and then he was
gone like that and she was left looking down at the ground. Whoever
this Buffy was, she had done some damage to this elf and Achaia was
determined to make things right.