Chapter 32: Being a brave elf of Lorien
Haldir took a deep breath as he looked down. He knew it would be painful, though the elfling had not cried. Haldir shut his eyes, and then re-opened them as he remembered he had to see where he was going and he had to catch the elfling's skiing stick.
Haldir raised his own skiing sticks and nearly yelled as he took off, rapidly going down. By the time he was half way down, his skies tangled and one of his sticks dropped. Haldir was in much pain and was afraid he had broken something. He caught the elfling's stick, and his own two, before he slid down, harshly landing on the ground. Legolas crawled over to Haldir.
"Haldiw... I'm cold... snow in my tunic a-nd... down my leggings... Haldiw? Haldiw, are you hurt?"
The elfling crawled up against the elder elf and looked at him. Haldir brought the elfling close to his body, keeping the elf warm. He raised his other arm to stroke his golden hair, but he let out a yelp and his arm dropped back to his side.
"My back is sore, both my legs are bruised, and I have a dislocated shoulder. Other than that, sweetheart, I am fine. Don't worry... I should get better enough soon."
Haldir knew that was a lie. But the sweet elfling was so upset and nervous he could not bear to hurt him by telling him he'd need rest. He knew the healers could fix his arm, leaving it just a wee bit hurt.
"We need to go inside for just a bit, okay? We can get changed, fix my arm, and have some hot chocolate milk."
Legolas nodded, smiled, and let Haldir carry him in his good arm. Of course, now that Haldir was injured, he found that there was a path right beside the steep hill. The lothlorien elf felt foolish, but took the path and brought Legolas inside the palace, Galion following when he saw the two, one's arm in pain the other cold and snowy.
To be Continued...