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Chapter Two: Raise the Alarm
Haldir, March Warden of Lothlorien, realm to the Lord Celeborn and of Galadriel, Lady of Light, was not in a good mood as he quickly stripped off his sodden clothes and wrapped himself gratefully with a long, flowing drape. Pulling the richly woven green fabric over his shoulders, and tying the belt securing around his waist to prevent the many voluminous folds from gaping, he exited the talan he shared with his brothers, Rúmil and Orophin. The March Warden headed out of the flet and down to the private bathing facilities reserved for the Galadhrim.
Many Ages ago, when Lothlorien was as new as a spring flower, and just starting to make its mark on the world, Galadriel had personally found the strange pool upon her explorations.
Most water that flowed through Lothlorien was chilled, mainly due to the underground tributaries and snow melting from the nearby mountaintops. However, the water within the pool was very warm, sometimes issuing forth a series of bubbles and always circulating the heated water around within the nature-made cavity. Thinking it a perfect place for the warriors that protected the borders to bathe and relax, Galadriel had ordered its immediate renovation. The sides were widened out in the already deep pool. Stones were brought in from foreign lands to line the bottom and sides, and create steps to lead into the waters and ledges on which to sit and recline.
Though Elves do not feel the elements as Men do, when they were weary or healing from injuries, they were susceptible to things they normally would not be. As always, thinking of others first, Galadriel had ordered the pool enclosed and only accessible to the guards that patrol the borders, knowing they would require the heated water and the ease it provided to tired and healing bodies. She had enchanted the pool to prevent others from entering, and only informed the guards that watched over their beloved land of the special way to gain access into the heated pool.
Haldir was grateful he didn't pass any Elves on his way to bathe, mainly due to the smell that radiated off of him from a very rough watch. He mused that the rain had come too early in his watch, when it was a burden to enfold into the trees further, and how welcomed it would have been near the end of his shift, when it was needed the most.
Coming to the bathhouse with elaborate decorations carved into its doors, Haldir easily engaged the handle, turning its delicate locks into the series that would allow its hinges to swing forward and admit those that were allowed into its luxurious confinements.
Sighing heavily as he entered, Haldir's eyes closed as he leaned against the wall, his weary body protesting further movement. He had been at his post on the northern border for a week, rotating with another member of the Galadhrim, patrolling the woodline and sending away unwarranted visitors. Though elves felt little of the elements and rarely required sleep, the millennia crept into the Warden's body, reminding him he was no longer a century-old elfling.
Opening up his eyes, he expected to see the room empty, save for the multiple hooks that held drapes and the large indented bath in the center of the room. He started slightly upon seeing Rúmil already submerged into the water, a look of serenity on his face.
"Brother," Haldir acknowledged, going to the edge of the large bathing vessel.
Rúmil opened one bleary, sapphire blue eye and chortled, "The great March Warden has actually taken time off? I believe this person is a spy, for the protector of Lothlorien would never leave his post!"
Haldir rolled his eyes at his brother's jibe and slipped the robe off his shoulders, hanging it on one of the large hooks that lined the wall.
Rúmil grinned at Haldir's expression then turned his nose up when he caught wind of the horrible stench surrounding his kin. He noticed a stain of some sort that discolored the usually golden hair and dotted down Haldir's back and along his side.
"Brother, you smell like a human!"
Haldir scowled and examined the discoloration that marred his porcelain smooth skin, "Yester eve, several humans dared to enter the wood. They smelled heavy of liquor and became very loud and rude. When they refused to leave, we had to force them, and one decided to show his friends he could invoke an elf and best him in battle. Unfortunately, I happened to be the one escorting him out of the wood and unaware of the amounts of ale he had undoubtedly consumed. During his rage, he lost control of himself and thought it best to empty his stomach on me."
Rúmil curled up his nose and shuttered, "How horrible!"
"I have tried to wash off the filth, but my duties demanded my full attention. So if you do not mind, brother, I would prefer some peace this evening and allow the events of the past week to flow from my mind." Haldir said rather sharply, knowing his brother would love to send several smart remarks his way. His nerves, however, were frayed, and if Rúmil insisted, Haldir thought grimly, he may have one less sibling to sail to the Undying Lands with.
"I will not speak of this, but favor me this once, Haldir," Rúmil began, his face set sternly. "Sit away from me, for you smell most foul."
Haldir made a rude Elven gesture then eased himself into the water opposite of his brother, softly groaning as his muscles tightened and stiffened his joints. As he sat down on the small ledge hidden within the water, an audible pop was heard, and he flinched slightly.
"Brother, are you sure you are not getting 'old'?" came Rúmil's voice, laced with amusement.
"I am just weary!" Haldir spat impatiently, his blue eyes flaring.
Rúmil grinned, then ducked his head to avoid his brother's intense stare and busied himself with watching the water flow freely around them. Several minutes passed by in silence as Haldir closed his eyes and rested his head back against the edge of the pool, his body relaxing in the heated water, and the ebb gently massaging his overworked body.
"Haldir," Rúmil said softly.
Haldir opened his eyes and raised his head to stare at Rúmil who had a look of the utmost concern.
"What troubles you, Brother?"
Rúmil's brow drew down as he surveyed Haldir, "I am troubled by seeing you with your eyes closed. Rarely are you so weary, yet even then you will rest in Elven fashion. It worries me to see you act so..."
Haldir gave his brother a soft smile, "I was just allowing my mind some time and give my eyes some darkness on which to study. The week has been rough, and had taken its toll on me. I only wished to relax and focus on nothing before my eyes."
Haldir had forgotten his brother's intense fear of seeing Elves with their eyes closed. Many millennia ago when they were but elflings on their first sentry duty, Rúmil had witnessed the slaughter of many Elves by the hands of goblins. Their eyes had been closed, their bodies mangled and torn; he had been the only remainder of the carnage that had befallen the scouting party. Rúmil had lingered in a state of shock for over a month, refusing to gain any sleep for fear of seeing the dead in his dreams. He would cry out of their closed eyes, for how they could no longer see the stars, and how their life drained away while their immortal blood stained the ground.
"I am sorry, Rúmil," Haldir said, his expression softening.
Rúmil released his breath slowly, his eyes shifting to a more normal gaze than the flighty expression he bore before.
"Do not frighten me so."
Haldir offered a weak smile, "It was done without intention."
Rúmil sighed; sitting back against the ledge he perched on and watched his brother closely. After a few moments of silence, in which Haldir leaned his head partially back with his eyes staring up at the rugged ceiling, Rúmil asked, "Were the borders that difficult?"
Without looking, Haldir nodded and answered, "Yes. There were many attacks by Orcs in the evenings and several men during the day. There are many men traveling this time of year, which I find very strange. They have stayed close to our borders, too close for my liking. I only wish them to leave, but I fear they will remain longer."
Rúmil cocked his head to the side questioningly, "They do not move on?"
"They travel the outskirts of our borders. They have tried several times to enter, never the same place twice, and always further away than the last attempt. It is most strange...." Haldir trailed off, his eyes blinking slowly with exhaustion. He wanted nothing more than to pass out right where he was, but the fear of slipping under water prevented him.
"That is most strange. Has the Lady been informed?" Rúmil asked.
"She has been in contact with me all during my shift. She knows of something, yet she does not say. She ordered me to double the guards on our borders, which I obeyed, but I can not help but feel worried that she does not confide in me what she knows." When Haldir finished speaking, he dipped his head underwater and ran his fingers through the long blond strands, cleaning them of anything foul that may still be clinging to him.
When he reemerged, Rúmil was looking very tense.
"Brother, what alarms you so?" Haldir asked wiping stray strands of hair from his face.
"I have had a growing feeling in my mind. The Lady has come to our flet often this past week and I have told her of my fears," Rúmil answered. It was well known to all that the younger brother to the March Warden sometimes foretold of things to come. Many times Rúmil had sought out the council of Galadriel to decipher what had been seen in either a vision or what had been felt.
Haldir stared at his brother intensely before asking, "What have you seen, Rúmil?"
Rúmil closed his eyes, trying to bring forth the pictures he had saw last on the evening of his brother's departure to the borders.
"I saw a bright light, almost as blinding as the sun above. I saw death, of our kin and of humans. I felt pain, and heartache, yet there was another feeling and I can not quite understand why it plagues me so."
"What was it?" prodded Haldir.
Rúmil shifted slightly, as if uncomfortable with the topic, and strained his memory for other images and feelings.
"It was longing. A want, a desire or hunger, but to what it was aimed, I know not."
Haldir scowled as he took in the information.
"And you know not of where these come from?" he asked.
Rúmil opened his eyes and stared hard at his brother, leader of the Galadhrim, "I do not know of where they come, but the feeling has increased over the past week. I have spoken to the Lady and she agrees; evil is drawing near."
Haldir digested this bit of shocking news. A cold shiver ran down his spine, contrary to the heat of the water swirling around him. He had often seen with his own eyes the truth and consequences of his brother's prophetic ways. Sometimes they scared him, but he was eternally grateful for the gift, which allowed him some sort of chance to prepare and know of what lay ahead. Truth be told, he was glad that he wasn't endowed with such a gift, for if he was, he never would have risen through the ranks and obtained his current position, and that was something that the March Warden had struggled to achieve since his childhood.
Sometimes the intensity and onslaught of visions and raw emotions crippled Rúmil. Mostly they were flashes that only interrupted his routines, but occasionally they would become so intense, they would leave the elf weak and gasping convulsively on the ground. Consequently, Haldir or Orophin were always standing by their brother in battle, lest he be pulled into a vision while fighting. The lapse in attention, no matter how short lived, could cost the elf his life or the life of another warrior at his side.
It was no menial task to protect the wood and the Elves under their boughs. The honor and safety of the kingdom was of the highest priority and the greatest position of honor, other than the personal guards that flanked the Lord and Lady. The position was of the utmost regarded and highly respected throughout the Elven domain, and was never entrusted to those of poor character.
The position of March Warden was something that most aspired to be, but very few achieved. Ever since he was an elfling, still within his mother's arms, Haldir always knew that which was his calling. His entire life was therefore filled with training, perfection, and battles, and of course the occasional wound, some of which were so deep and gruesome, their scars still marred the otherwise porcelain skin.
Snapping out of his thoughts, Haldir asked, "Did the Lady tell you of any visions she may have had?"
Rúmil shook his head vigorously; "She has seen the same as I, though she knew not of the emotion I spoke of."
"Yes, she has claimed the Mirror knows much, but it cannot foretell of something such as emotions," Haldir put in thoughtfully.
"They are too vast and too easily changed," Rúmil repeated the expression Galadriel had often recited to him.
Haldir merely nodded and silence fell once more. A slight rustling of noise from the door alerted the two that another was just outside, and the turning of the handle told them that it was another member of the Galadhrim who had come to rest and bathe within the heated waters.
The door opened in a grand manner, being thrust wide to allow the person to enter, which they did with a flourish, then shut the door behind them. To the dismay and amusement of the two, it was their brother, Orophin, clad as usual, in his long drape of deep, rich golden material, which contrasted with the platinum-blond crown of hair that fell about his shoulders. Always a show off, and easily the most outgoing of Elves, Orophin loved to surround himself with the finer things in life, which explained his taste in clothing. He often commented the golden color of the drape matched his hair and gave him a stature amongst the other inhabitants.
Haldir often told him he resembled a very thick stalk of ragweed.
"Brothers!" Orophin grinned when he spotted the two.
Haldir and Rúmil nodded their welcome and exchanged sly smiles. They had often teased their sibling about his choice in attire, not to mention his choice in riding, his skills in archery and swordplay, his female companions, and just generally anything he did or endeavored to do. Orophin took everything in stride, and never allowed the mockery to cloud his judgment against the two people he held dearest in the world.
"I have heard some interesting things about you, Haldir," Orophin said as he slipped out of his robe and hung it on a hook next to his brothers'.
"Oh?" Haldir questioned, his brow rising in interest. "And what in the name of Valar have you heard?"
Orophin gracefully slid into the water and smiled at Haldir, "That you encountered some trouble on the border."
Haldir's eyes narrowed down in suspicion. He had an idea of what was coming.
"That you thought it a good gesture between human kind and your fellow Elf kind, to allow a human to empty his stomach upon you," Orophin said with a huge grin spreading across his face. "Surely the others were jesting, were they not, Haldir?"
Haldir growled, "You gossip more than a She-Elf, Orophin!"
Orophin broke out in laughter, his suspicions confirmed by the now blushing Haldir.
Haldir grit his teeth, feeling his face flush and his humiliation rise that the word had spread about his encounter with the inebriated human. He should have known that those that witnessed the event would not want to keep it a secret, and would rush to tell the brothers, who would undoubtedly jest the March Warden. Though his ranks still respected their commander, it didn't mean they couldn't avoid letting things slip to his brothers, who would tease him without fear of a retribution or punishment for insubordination. It was a clean, effective way to get at the Warden, even if it was a sneaky, underhanded thing to do.
"Orophin, if you value your life, I think now is the moment for your silence."
Orophin lowered his guffaw to a light chuckle as he surveyed his brothers. Rúmil tried desperately to hide his amusement but only succeeded in puffing out his cheeks like a chipmunk, trying to quell his laughter. Haldir's face remained deep crimson, while his eyes bored into those of his kin with an expression of utmost contempt.
"So, what have I missed?" Orophin asked.
Haldir and Rúmil exchanged a dark look. Orophin looked between the two curiously, and felt an increasing dread at their lengthy silence and hesitancy. Haldir gave a slight nod of his head to Rúmil, his azure eyes flickering to Orophin who sat breathlessly awaiting an answer.
The mood sobered at once as Rúmil said, "The Lady has seen things that appear to me as well. There is evil upon the wind."
Orophin stared between the two of them, "You had another vision?"
When Rúmil nodded, Orophin choked out, "Evil? Of where does it come and to where does it go?"
Rúmil took a deep breath and cast his eyes to the water, "From whence it came I do not know, but I fear it comes to the Elves."
"To us?" Orophin whispered. "The evil is drawn to the Elves? But why?"
Rúmil shrugged, looking back up to his brother, then over to Haldir, who looked deep in thought, "Of why it comes I also do not know, but I do know that there is danger on the borders. I fear for our safety."
Haldir looked at Rúmil and tried to smile reassuringly, though it didn't reach his eyes, "I have doubled the guards on our borders, and have shortened the shifts."
"The Lady is worried," Orophin said more to himself than to the others.
Rúmil sighed and leaned wearily back. Haldir emulated his brother, a frown creasing his face as he thought back to his assignments, and questioned whether he had chosen well. Orophin, sensing that his playful nature would be inappropriate at the moment, stretched out in the water luxuriously. A soft pop was heard, to which caused Orophin to blush slightly and his two brothers to glance at him.
"Ai! The two of you are getting old!" Rúmil said playfully.
Orophin's brow creased in curiosity and then glanced to Haldir, who was now glaring daggers at Rúmil.
"Aging are we?"
Haldir turned to Orophin, his mouth set in a thin line, one that the brothers immediately interpreted as his intense anger.
"I have had a long week of attacking Orcs, lazy, drunk humans, and very little rest. Do not tempt my anger. I have little patience for jokes right now," Haldir snapped.
The brothers sat in silence for a long time, neither looking at each other. Haldir closed his eyes and rubbed his temples, feeling the beginnings of an intense headache coming.
"I am sorry, Brothers. I am just filled with uncertainty."
Rúmil gave a sympathetic smile but Orophin scoffed.
"What you truly need is something to get your mind off the past week," Orophin grinned wickedly, his playfulness returning, "I know of a few she- elves that would like to help you forget about your troubles."
Haldir rolled his eyes at his brother and stared at him, "I do not think I need your idea of help. What I need is rest and some peace from my brothers."
"Maybe he is right," Rúmil said thoughtfully.
Orophin looked shocked, his mouth dropped and his hand clutched at his chest, "Deviant! The both of you! Thinking that rest is more important than the company of a she-elf!"
Haldir laughed, "When one is weary, rest is the best thing, not more activity."
"So you say," jibed Orophin with a cheeky grin.
With an exasperated nod, Haldir leaned his head back against the stone and allowed the water surrounding him to flow, taking his worries and fears with its gentle waters. Taking the hint, Rúmil and Orophin relaxed and allowed the silence to blanket them and soothe the unspoken worries that clung to their minds.
Several minutes passed by in comfortable silence until a sudden jerk and splash of water alerted the two brothers something had happened. Instantly jumping to the alert, Rúmil and Orophin surveyed the room, their eyes falling upon Haldir whose face was slack, his eyes distant and glazed over. They recognized the look at once.
Haldir was speaking to Galadriel.
Remaining quiet and attentive, the two sat in respective silence waiting for Haldir to snap out of his communication with the Lady of Light. After a time, Haldir startled and quickly exited the bath, water dripping all over the floor as he made a hasty retreat for the door.
"Haldir, what is wrong?" Rúmil asked, getting out of the water to follow his brother.
"There has been another attack on our borders. The Lady requires our attention!" The words tumbled out in a rush as Haldir quickly opened the door to leave.
Orophin opened his mouth to say something, but Haldir disappeared before he had a chance. The sudden scream and curse from outside, then the frantic twisting of the handle to gain entrance told the two all they needed to know and a sly grin spread across their faces.
Haldir clamored back inside, his face bright red as he quickly grabbed his robe to tie around his waist.
"I believe the Lady prefers her guards to be dressed. So does the rest of Lothlorien," Orophin snickered.
Haldir cast him an angry look but motioned, "Come! Time is short! We are to meet with the Lady as soon as possible!"
Without another word, Haldir's brothers donned their robes and followed the now fully draped March Warden. Holding back their laughter, they followed their brothers' footsteps, their hearts becoming heavy with the inevitable news.
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Dressing as quickly as possible, Haldir and his brothers exited their flet and headed at a dead run to the Lady Galadriel's talan. Stopping before entering, the three straightened up their clothes, then with Haldir in the lead, approached the Lady and bowed low.
"Ready your guards for their stations on our borders," Galadriel said without hesitation.
"My Lady, what has happened?" Haldir asked.
Galadriel's soft blue eyes reflected pain and sorrow, "There has been an attack on the Northern border. One of our numbers has fallen and more have been injured. However, the ones I fear for are the ones that were taken."
"Taken?" asked Rúmil, his brow creased.
Galadriel looked to the young elf standing behind his brother and spoke, "Two have been taken from our lands. I can no longer see them, or feel them within our realm. I do not know why or who has done this, but I fear the great evil that is lurking will take advantage."
"From whence does the evil come?" Orophin asked the Lady, though he knew it to be considered subordinate.
"I do not know of where the evil comes, but I fear there are more powerful influences at work, driving this evil to act against us," Galadriel said to the younger brother of the March Warden and then turned to Haldir, her intense gaze was full of wisdom and sorrow, "Haldir, find our kin and return them home."
"We will leave immediately!" Haldir said, bowed low, then swept out off to ready his guards.
"Haldir!" Galadriel said abruptly, "There is treachery upon the wind. Be watchful at all times. Take heed to other's words."
Though Galadriel knew Haldir took his job very seriously and protected those within the realm with unwavering dedication, things of the ordinary tend to slip by his attention. Things that, when unwatched, could lead to terrible danger.
Haldir bowed his head, his expression unreadable and exited the talan. Inside his mind, he pondered over what Galadriel had said. He knew she had full confidence in him, having proven his valor many times over, but it irked at the back of his mind that she felt the need to voice what he already knew and practiced.
Orophin bowed respectively and turned on his heel, following Haldir's hurrying form.
Rúmil remained behind; his gaze locked with Galadriel's, his face softened into a mixture of concern and a frown at the unknown.
'Take heart young Rúmil. Allow your sight to serve you well. Guide the others through,' Galadriel spoke into the mind of the youngest of the three.
Rúmil bowed his head and swept his hand over his heart, 'I will do my best, My Lady.'
Galadriel nodded her head and said as Rúmil started after his brothers, 'Then I could ask for no more and worry not.'
Galadriel watched the brothers go, her heart settling heavy in her chest and dread filling her mind. Celeborn came up behind his wife and noticed her melancholy and placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder as she stood staring at the place the leader of their guards had disappeared.
"May the Vala protect you," Galadriel said softly aloud, then turned to her husband, her eyes gray with grief.
"What have you kept from them?" Celeborn asked uncertainly.
Galadriel closed her eyes and bowed her head, "I have foreseen death. Of whom I do not know, but I fear that one may not return before the end."
Celeborn felt his heart wrench in his chest and bowed his head in the direction the March Warden and his brothers had disappeared to. "May the Valar protect you on your journey."
With a burdened mind, the Lord and Lady of Lothlorien retired to their private quarters, each holding a prayer in their heart for the safety and swift return of those that guard them so loyally.
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Chapter Two: Raise the Alarm
Haldir, March Warden of Lothlorien, realm to the Lord Celeborn and of Galadriel, Lady of Light, was not in a good mood as he quickly stripped off his sodden clothes and wrapped himself gratefully with a long, flowing drape. Pulling the richly woven green fabric over his shoulders, and tying the belt securing around his waist to prevent the many voluminous folds from gaping, he exited the talan he shared with his brothers, Rúmil and Orophin. The March Warden headed out of the flet and down to the private bathing facilities reserved for the Galadhrim.
Many Ages ago, when Lothlorien was as new as a spring flower, and just starting to make its mark on the world, Galadriel had personally found the strange pool upon her explorations.
Most water that flowed through Lothlorien was chilled, mainly due to the underground tributaries and snow melting from the nearby mountaintops. However, the water within the pool was very warm, sometimes issuing forth a series of bubbles and always circulating the heated water around within the nature-made cavity. Thinking it a perfect place for the warriors that protected the borders to bathe and relax, Galadriel had ordered its immediate renovation. The sides were widened out in the already deep pool. Stones were brought in from foreign lands to line the bottom and sides, and create steps to lead into the waters and ledges on which to sit and recline.
Though Elves do not feel the elements as Men do, when they were weary or healing from injuries, they were susceptible to things they normally would not be. As always, thinking of others first, Galadriel had ordered the pool enclosed and only accessible to the guards that patrol the borders, knowing they would require the heated water and the ease it provided to tired and healing bodies. She had enchanted the pool to prevent others from entering, and only informed the guards that watched over their beloved land of the special way to gain access into the heated pool.
Haldir was grateful he didn't pass any Elves on his way to bathe, mainly due to the smell that radiated off of him from a very rough watch. He mused that the rain had come too early in his watch, when it was a burden to enfold into the trees further, and how welcomed it would have been near the end of his shift, when it was needed the most.
Coming to the bathhouse with elaborate decorations carved into its doors, Haldir easily engaged the handle, turning its delicate locks into the series that would allow its hinges to swing forward and admit those that were allowed into its luxurious confinements.
Sighing heavily as he entered, Haldir's eyes closed as he leaned against the wall, his weary body protesting further movement. He had been at his post on the northern border for a week, rotating with another member of the Galadhrim, patrolling the woodline and sending away unwarranted visitors. Though elves felt little of the elements and rarely required sleep, the millennia crept into the Warden's body, reminding him he was no longer a century-old elfling.
Opening up his eyes, he expected to see the room empty, save for the multiple hooks that held drapes and the large indented bath in the center of the room. He started slightly upon seeing Rúmil already submerged into the water, a look of serenity on his face.
"Brother," Haldir acknowledged, going to the edge of the large bathing vessel.
Rúmil opened one bleary, sapphire blue eye and chortled, "The great March Warden has actually taken time off? I believe this person is a spy, for the protector of Lothlorien would never leave his post!"
Haldir rolled his eyes at his brother's jibe and slipped the robe off his shoulders, hanging it on one of the large hooks that lined the wall.
Rúmil grinned at Haldir's expression then turned his nose up when he caught wind of the horrible stench surrounding his kin. He noticed a stain of some sort that discolored the usually golden hair and dotted down Haldir's back and along his side.
"Brother, you smell like a human!"
Haldir scowled and examined the discoloration that marred his porcelain smooth skin, "Yester eve, several humans dared to enter the wood. They smelled heavy of liquor and became very loud and rude. When they refused to leave, we had to force them, and one decided to show his friends he could invoke an elf and best him in battle. Unfortunately, I happened to be the one escorting him out of the wood and unaware of the amounts of ale he had undoubtedly consumed. During his rage, he lost control of himself and thought it best to empty his stomach on me."
Rúmil curled up his nose and shuttered, "How horrible!"
"I have tried to wash off the filth, but my duties demanded my full attention. So if you do not mind, brother, I would prefer some peace this evening and allow the events of the past week to flow from my mind." Haldir said rather sharply, knowing his brother would love to send several smart remarks his way. His nerves, however, were frayed, and if Rúmil insisted, Haldir thought grimly, he may have one less sibling to sail to the Undying Lands with.
"I will not speak of this, but favor me this once, Haldir," Rúmil began, his face set sternly. "Sit away from me, for you smell most foul."
Haldir made a rude Elven gesture then eased himself into the water opposite of his brother, softly groaning as his muscles tightened and stiffened his joints. As he sat down on the small ledge hidden within the water, an audible pop was heard, and he flinched slightly.
"Brother, are you sure you are not getting 'old'?" came Rúmil's voice, laced with amusement.
"I am just weary!" Haldir spat impatiently, his blue eyes flaring.
Rúmil grinned, then ducked his head to avoid his brother's intense stare and busied himself with watching the water flow freely around them. Several minutes passed by in silence as Haldir closed his eyes and rested his head back against the edge of the pool, his body relaxing in the heated water, and the ebb gently massaging his overworked body.
"Haldir," Rúmil said softly.
Haldir opened his eyes and raised his head to stare at Rúmil who had a look of the utmost concern.
"What troubles you, Brother?"
Rúmil's brow drew down as he surveyed Haldir, "I am troubled by seeing you with your eyes closed. Rarely are you so weary, yet even then you will rest in Elven fashion. It worries me to see you act so..."
Haldir gave his brother a soft smile, "I was just allowing my mind some time and give my eyes some darkness on which to study. The week has been rough, and had taken its toll on me. I only wished to relax and focus on nothing before my eyes."
Haldir had forgotten his brother's intense fear of seeing Elves with their eyes closed. Many millennia ago when they were but elflings on their first sentry duty, Rúmil had witnessed the slaughter of many Elves by the hands of goblins. Their eyes had been closed, their bodies mangled and torn; he had been the only remainder of the carnage that had befallen the scouting party. Rúmil had lingered in a state of shock for over a month, refusing to gain any sleep for fear of seeing the dead in his dreams. He would cry out of their closed eyes, for how they could no longer see the stars, and how their life drained away while their immortal blood stained the ground.
"I am sorry, Rúmil," Haldir said, his expression softening.
Rúmil released his breath slowly, his eyes shifting to a more normal gaze than the flighty expression he bore before.
"Do not frighten me so."
Haldir offered a weak smile, "It was done without intention."
Rúmil sighed; sitting back against the ledge he perched on and watched his brother closely. After a few moments of silence, in which Haldir leaned his head partially back with his eyes staring up at the rugged ceiling, Rúmil asked, "Were the borders that difficult?"
Without looking, Haldir nodded and answered, "Yes. There were many attacks by Orcs in the evenings and several men during the day. There are many men traveling this time of year, which I find very strange. They have stayed close to our borders, too close for my liking. I only wish them to leave, but I fear they will remain longer."
Rúmil cocked his head to the side questioningly, "They do not move on?"
"They travel the outskirts of our borders. They have tried several times to enter, never the same place twice, and always further away than the last attempt. It is most strange...." Haldir trailed off, his eyes blinking slowly with exhaustion. He wanted nothing more than to pass out right where he was, but the fear of slipping under water prevented him.
"That is most strange. Has the Lady been informed?" Rúmil asked.
"She has been in contact with me all during my shift. She knows of something, yet she does not say. She ordered me to double the guards on our borders, which I obeyed, but I can not help but feel worried that she does not confide in me what she knows." When Haldir finished speaking, he dipped his head underwater and ran his fingers through the long blond strands, cleaning them of anything foul that may still be clinging to him.
When he reemerged, Rúmil was looking very tense.
"Brother, what alarms you so?" Haldir asked wiping stray strands of hair from his face.
"I have had a growing feeling in my mind. The Lady has come to our flet often this past week and I have told her of my fears," Rúmil answered. It was well known to all that the younger brother to the March Warden sometimes foretold of things to come. Many times Rúmil had sought out the council of Galadriel to decipher what had been seen in either a vision or what had been felt.
Haldir stared at his brother intensely before asking, "What have you seen, Rúmil?"
Rúmil closed his eyes, trying to bring forth the pictures he had saw last on the evening of his brother's departure to the borders.
"I saw a bright light, almost as blinding as the sun above. I saw death, of our kin and of humans. I felt pain, and heartache, yet there was another feeling and I can not quite understand why it plagues me so."
"What was it?" prodded Haldir.
Rúmil shifted slightly, as if uncomfortable with the topic, and strained his memory for other images and feelings.
"It was longing. A want, a desire or hunger, but to what it was aimed, I know not."
Haldir scowled as he took in the information.
"And you know not of where these come from?" he asked.
Rúmil opened his eyes and stared hard at his brother, leader of the Galadhrim, "I do not know of where they come, but the feeling has increased over the past week. I have spoken to the Lady and she agrees; evil is drawing near."
Haldir digested this bit of shocking news. A cold shiver ran down his spine, contrary to the heat of the water swirling around him. He had often seen with his own eyes the truth and consequences of his brother's prophetic ways. Sometimes they scared him, but he was eternally grateful for the gift, which allowed him some sort of chance to prepare and know of what lay ahead. Truth be told, he was glad that he wasn't endowed with such a gift, for if he was, he never would have risen through the ranks and obtained his current position, and that was something that the March Warden had struggled to achieve since his childhood.
Sometimes the intensity and onslaught of visions and raw emotions crippled Rúmil. Mostly they were flashes that only interrupted his routines, but occasionally they would become so intense, they would leave the elf weak and gasping convulsively on the ground. Consequently, Haldir or Orophin were always standing by their brother in battle, lest he be pulled into a vision while fighting. The lapse in attention, no matter how short lived, could cost the elf his life or the life of another warrior at his side.
It was no menial task to protect the wood and the Elves under their boughs. The honor and safety of the kingdom was of the highest priority and the greatest position of honor, other than the personal guards that flanked the Lord and Lady. The position was of the utmost regarded and highly respected throughout the Elven domain, and was never entrusted to those of poor character.
The position of March Warden was something that most aspired to be, but very few achieved. Ever since he was an elfling, still within his mother's arms, Haldir always knew that which was his calling. His entire life was therefore filled with training, perfection, and battles, and of course the occasional wound, some of which were so deep and gruesome, their scars still marred the otherwise porcelain skin.
Snapping out of his thoughts, Haldir asked, "Did the Lady tell you of any visions she may have had?"
Rúmil shook his head vigorously; "She has seen the same as I, though she knew not of the emotion I spoke of."
"Yes, she has claimed the Mirror knows much, but it cannot foretell of something such as emotions," Haldir put in thoughtfully.
"They are too vast and too easily changed," Rúmil repeated the expression Galadriel had often recited to him.
Haldir merely nodded and silence fell once more. A slight rustling of noise from the door alerted the two that another was just outside, and the turning of the handle told them that it was another member of the Galadhrim who had come to rest and bathe within the heated waters.
The door opened in a grand manner, being thrust wide to allow the person to enter, which they did with a flourish, then shut the door behind them. To the dismay and amusement of the two, it was their brother, Orophin, clad as usual, in his long drape of deep, rich golden material, which contrasted with the platinum-blond crown of hair that fell about his shoulders. Always a show off, and easily the most outgoing of Elves, Orophin loved to surround himself with the finer things in life, which explained his taste in clothing. He often commented the golden color of the drape matched his hair and gave him a stature amongst the other inhabitants.
Haldir often told him he resembled a very thick stalk of ragweed.
"Brothers!" Orophin grinned when he spotted the two.
Haldir and Rúmil nodded their welcome and exchanged sly smiles. They had often teased their sibling about his choice in attire, not to mention his choice in riding, his skills in archery and swordplay, his female companions, and just generally anything he did or endeavored to do. Orophin took everything in stride, and never allowed the mockery to cloud his judgment against the two people he held dearest in the world.
"I have heard some interesting things about you, Haldir," Orophin said as he slipped out of his robe and hung it on a hook next to his brothers'.
"Oh?" Haldir questioned, his brow rising in interest. "And what in the name of Valar have you heard?"
Orophin gracefully slid into the water and smiled at Haldir, "That you encountered some trouble on the border."
Haldir's eyes narrowed down in suspicion. He had an idea of what was coming.
"That you thought it a good gesture between human kind and your fellow Elf kind, to allow a human to empty his stomach upon you," Orophin said with a huge grin spreading across his face. "Surely the others were jesting, were they not, Haldir?"
Haldir growled, "You gossip more than a She-Elf, Orophin!"
Orophin broke out in laughter, his suspicions confirmed by the now blushing Haldir.
Haldir grit his teeth, feeling his face flush and his humiliation rise that the word had spread about his encounter with the inebriated human. He should have known that those that witnessed the event would not want to keep it a secret, and would rush to tell the brothers, who would undoubtedly jest the March Warden. Though his ranks still respected their commander, it didn't mean they couldn't avoid letting things slip to his brothers, who would tease him without fear of a retribution or punishment for insubordination. It was a clean, effective way to get at the Warden, even if it was a sneaky, underhanded thing to do.
"Orophin, if you value your life, I think now is the moment for your silence."
Orophin lowered his guffaw to a light chuckle as he surveyed his brothers. Rúmil tried desperately to hide his amusement but only succeeded in puffing out his cheeks like a chipmunk, trying to quell his laughter. Haldir's face remained deep crimson, while his eyes bored into those of his kin with an expression of utmost contempt.
"So, what have I missed?" Orophin asked.
Haldir and Rúmil exchanged a dark look. Orophin looked between the two curiously, and felt an increasing dread at their lengthy silence and hesitancy. Haldir gave a slight nod of his head to Rúmil, his azure eyes flickering to Orophin who sat breathlessly awaiting an answer.
The mood sobered at once as Rúmil said, "The Lady has seen things that appear to me as well. There is evil upon the wind."
Orophin stared between the two of them, "You had another vision?"
When Rúmil nodded, Orophin choked out, "Evil? Of where does it come and to where does it go?"
Rúmil took a deep breath and cast his eyes to the water, "From whence it came I do not know, but I fear it comes to the Elves."
"To us?" Orophin whispered. "The evil is drawn to the Elves? But why?"
Rúmil shrugged, looking back up to his brother, then over to Haldir, who looked deep in thought, "Of why it comes I also do not know, but I do know that there is danger on the borders. I fear for our safety."
Haldir looked at Rúmil and tried to smile reassuringly, though it didn't reach his eyes, "I have doubled the guards on our borders, and have shortened the shifts."
"The Lady is worried," Orophin said more to himself than to the others.
Rúmil sighed and leaned wearily back. Haldir emulated his brother, a frown creasing his face as he thought back to his assignments, and questioned whether he had chosen well. Orophin, sensing that his playful nature would be inappropriate at the moment, stretched out in the water luxuriously. A soft pop was heard, to which caused Orophin to blush slightly and his two brothers to glance at him.
"Ai! The two of you are getting old!" Rúmil said playfully.
Orophin's brow creased in curiosity and then glanced to Haldir, who was now glaring daggers at Rúmil.
"Aging are we?"
Haldir turned to Orophin, his mouth set in a thin line, one that the brothers immediately interpreted as his intense anger.
"I have had a long week of attacking Orcs, lazy, drunk humans, and very little rest. Do not tempt my anger. I have little patience for jokes right now," Haldir snapped.
The brothers sat in silence for a long time, neither looking at each other. Haldir closed his eyes and rubbed his temples, feeling the beginnings of an intense headache coming.
"I am sorry, Brothers. I am just filled with uncertainty."
Rúmil gave a sympathetic smile but Orophin scoffed.
"What you truly need is something to get your mind off the past week," Orophin grinned wickedly, his playfulness returning, "I know of a few she- elves that would like to help you forget about your troubles."
Haldir rolled his eyes at his brother and stared at him, "I do not think I need your idea of help. What I need is rest and some peace from my brothers."
"Maybe he is right," Rúmil said thoughtfully.
Orophin looked shocked, his mouth dropped and his hand clutched at his chest, "Deviant! The both of you! Thinking that rest is more important than the company of a she-elf!"
Haldir laughed, "When one is weary, rest is the best thing, not more activity."
"So you say," jibed Orophin with a cheeky grin.
With an exasperated nod, Haldir leaned his head back against the stone and allowed the water surrounding him to flow, taking his worries and fears with its gentle waters. Taking the hint, Rúmil and Orophin relaxed and allowed the silence to blanket them and soothe the unspoken worries that clung to their minds.
Several minutes passed by in comfortable silence until a sudden jerk and splash of water alerted the two brothers something had happened. Instantly jumping to the alert, Rúmil and Orophin surveyed the room, their eyes falling upon Haldir whose face was slack, his eyes distant and glazed over. They recognized the look at once.
Haldir was speaking to Galadriel.
Remaining quiet and attentive, the two sat in respective silence waiting for Haldir to snap out of his communication with the Lady of Light. After a time, Haldir startled and quickly exited the bath, water dripping all over the floor as he made a hasty retreat for the door.
"Haldir, what is wrong?" Rúmil asked, getting out of the water to follow his brother.
"There has been another attack on our borders. The Lady requires our attention!" The words tumbled out in a rush as Haldir quickly opened the door to leave.
Orophin opened his mouth to say something, but Haldir disappeared before he had a chance. The sudden scream and curse from outside, then the frantic twisting of the handle to gain entrance told the two all they needed to know and a sly grin spread across their faces.
Haldir clamored back inside, his face bright red as he quickly grabbed his robe to tie around his waist.
"I believe the Lady prefers her guards to be dressed. So does the rest of Lothlorien," Orophin snickered.
Haldir cast him an angry look but motioned, "Come! Time is short! We are to meet with the Lady as soon as possible!"
Without another word, Haldir's brothers donned their robes and followed the now fully draped March Warden. Holding back their laughter, they followed their brothers' footsteps, their hearts becoming heavy with the inevitable news.
~ ~ ~ ~
Dressing as quickly as possible, Haldir and his brothers exited their flet and headed at a dead run to the Lady Galadriel's talan. Stopping before entering, the three straightened up their clothes, then with Haldir in the lead, approached the Lady and bowed low.
"Ready your guards for their stations on our borders," Galadriel said without hesitation.
"My Lady, what has happened?" Haldir asked.
Galadriel's soft blue eyes reflected pain and sorrow, "There has been an attack on the Northern border. One of our numbers has fallen and more have been injured. However, the ones I fear for are the ones that were taken."
"Taken?" asked Rúmil, his brow creased.
Galadriel looked to the young elf standing behind his brother and spoke, "Two have been taken from our lands. I can no longer see them, or feel them within our realm. I do not know why or who has done this, but I fear the great evil that is lurking will take advantage."
"From whence does the evil come?" Orophin asked the Lady, though he knew it to be considered subordinate.
"I do not know of where the evil comes, but I fear there are more powerful influences at work, driving this evil to act against us," Galadriel said to the younger brother of the March Warden and then turned to Haldir, her intense gaze was full of wisdom and sorrow, "Haldir, find our kin and return them home."
"We will leave immediately!" Haldir said, bowed low, then swept out off to ready his guards.
"Haldir!" Galadriel said abruptly, "There is treachery upon the wind. Be watchful at all times. Take heed to other's words."
Though Galadriel knew Haldir took his job very seriously and protected those within the realm with unwavering dedication, things of the ordinary tend to slip by his attention. Things that, when unwatched, could lead to terrible danger.
Haldir bowed his head, his expression unreadable and exited the talan. Inside his mind, he pondered over what Galadriel had said. He knew she had full confidence in him, having proven his valor many times over, but it irked at the back of his mind that she felt the need to voice what he already knew and practiced.
Orophin bowed respectively and turned on his heel, following Haldir's hurrying form.
Rúmil remained behind; his gaze locked with Galadriel's, his face softened into a mixture of concern and a frown at the unknown.
'Take heart young Rúmil. Allow your sight to serve you well. Guide the others through,' Galadriel spoke into the mind of the youngest of the three.
Rúmil bowed his head and swept his hand over his heart, 'I will do my best, My Lady.'
Galadriel nodded her head and said as Rúmil started after his brothers, 'Then I could ask for no more and worry not.'
Galadriel watched the brothers go, her heart settling heavy in her chest and dread filling her mind. Celeborn came up behind his wife and noticed her melancholy and placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder as she stood staring at the place the leader of their guards had disappeared.
"May the Vala protect you," Galadriel said softly aloud, then turned to her husband, her eyes gray with grief.
"What have you kept from them?" Celeborn asked uncertainly.
Galadriel closed her eyes and bowed her head, "I have foreseen death. Of whom I do not know, but I fear that one may not return before the end."
Celeborn felt his heart wrench in his chest and bowed his head in the direction the March Warden and his brothers had disappeared to. "May the Valar protect you on your journey."
With a burdened mind, the Lord and Lady of Lothlorien retired to their private quarters, each holding a prayer in their heart for the safety and swift return of those that guard them so loyally.