Galdrion looked up at the strange elf before him. He sneered, a wood elf! How inferior, the heathens!
"You would dare assault a Lady upon the lands of Lorien?" the strange elf asked, his voice deathly quiet, his bow aimed at Galdrion.
Galdrion sneered again. These jumped up wood elves. So the legends were true. This pale, limp excuse for an elf seemed to think that the woman on the ground was worth something more than as his possession. "You would dare interfere with my right to punish my wife?"
"Do not try me," he said, his voice dangerous in the silence of the clearing. "I am Haldir, March warden of Lorien, and you sir, are trying my patience! If that maid be indeed your wife, she has the right to be free of you for such treatment."
"What makes you think that she is worth anything more than the harulths that brought me here! COVER YOUR EYES WOMAN!" he snarled at She Who Weeps Pale Tears, placing another well aimed kick to her side, making her cry aloud. Suddenly, he was surrounded by bows from all sides, the strange white skin of the wood elves making him blink at the brightness.
"You will be brought before the Lady of the Wood, and you will answer for your crimes. Were do you hail from that condones such treatment?"
"I am the Lord Galadrion of Cahras Galadron, in the Southern sands of Middle Earth, and I answer to no ellons justice, particularly that concerning this unworthy one!"
Haldir's eyes hardened further.
"Haldir? What is taking so long? The Lady is waiting," a soft voice from the back of the surrounding soldiers was heard, and the ellon all parted respectfully to allow their joint commander through. Ardenia came and stood by her husband, before she noticed the bruised elleth at the dark skinned elfs feet. She knelt before her, suddenly reminded of an instance in which she herself was in that very position, before she was dealt a resounding backhand across her face by Galdrion.
"You will not touch her, inferior one, until I permit you too!"
All the elves in the clearings, hands flew to their sword hilts, determined to make this foreigner pay in blood for striking their respected commander, but Ardenia got there first. She stood, raising a hand to touch the trickle of blood that ran from the corner of her mouth, before she drew her fist back, and slammed it into the sneering face of Galadrion so hard, he flew back against a mallron, out cold.
"Get this cur out of my sight. Take him to the lady!" demanded Haldir, before he turned to Ardenia. "Are you alright my love?" he asked softly, anger being replaced by concern for his soul mate.
"I'm fine Haldir, it's nothing. Lets get this elleth back to the House of Healing. I don't like the look of some of that bruising."
Haldir raised his hand to brush against her cheek, relieving her of her pain, and she smiled at him, before she knelt down to pick up the slight frame of the elleth.
"Please..." Haldir turned, to hear the quiet rasp of the elleths voice. She was covered from head to toe in some kind of shroud, so that only her eyes were visable, but he still heard her. "There are others…not far… please, Lord, will you find them? My Lord will be most angry if his other wives are not brought to him," Haldir shared a look with Ardenia, before replying, "Yes, we will bring the wives in to Lorien. You shall be cared for there. Go with Ardenia." Ardenia took her to her horse, and left the clearing as quickly as she had come, and Haldir shook his head in disgust. What kind of a culture allowed a male to treat females this way, and to have more than one wife?
Elrond shook his head, amusment playing across his features. His two sons stood before him, imploring him to tell them what a female could possibly desire that they haven't already given her.
"The elleth in question, I take it, is Allarah, my sons?" he asked, battling to hide his amusement at the situation.
"No…" said Elladan.
"Yes…" said Elrohir simultaneously. They turned and looked a teach other.
"Yes" answered Elladan, just as quickly.
"No" repeated Elrohir at the same time. Elrond nearly laughed aloud at this. Both twins looked a the floor sheepishly. Elrond smiled, and took pity on the two, who knew, even after all these years of conquests and affairs, so very little about the heart of a female.
"My sons, here's what you must do…"
Glorfindel paced within his and Lorasar's room impatiently, waiting for her to return from her weapons practice. He needed to discuss with her the matter of relocation immediately. He sat in a chair by the window, then stood up within a matter of seconds, unable to sit still. Through the intensity of their bond, Lorasar picked up his restlessness, and hurried back to their rooms. Glorfindel heard her footsteps in the hall long before she was near the door, and went out to greet her, placing withdrawn kiss upon her lips.
"Glorfindel? What is it?" she asked, worrying about his detached state. He was never like this.
"Are you happy in Imladris?" he asked, some what hesitantly, unsure of himself again. He hated this feeling, yet loved it too, for he only felt this way when she was with him. It made him feel like a half matured elfing, too hard with lust and all the passionate thoughts in the world to even think about what to do or say. It was a most unsettling feeling.
"Of course. You're here aren't you?" she said, evading the real answer that she knew she would eventually have to give.
"No, I mean are you happy here. Lorasar, as we are together, we need to be together, and I cannot see how when I have a responsibility to Imladris, and you are sworn to Lorien."
Lorasar looked at her feet, before quietly saying, "I am not sworn."
Glorfindels acute hearing picked up the soft words.
"What? but you serve the Lord and lady. You are a warden. How can you not be sworn to serve them?"
"I was not born there. I serve them out of gratitude for saving my life all those years ago, and do so gladly, for they are good people, and I love them, but I am free to go as I please. I only stayed because I had no where else to go."
They had reached their room. Glorfindel opened the door for her, letting her in before him, his mind quickly working.
"And now you do have another place that…you would rather be?" he asked hesitantly, half questioning, half statement.
"Of course you silly elfing. Lorien was never my home. I thought for it, because of my debt, but I never belonged there."
"And where do you belong then Lor?" he asked quietly, drawing her into his arms, his voice intense in his relief and his arousal at being so close to her. Again.
"Right here." She said, before leaning up to kiss him soundly. His hands travelled up her back to bury themselves sin her hair, before she suddenly broke away.
"But don't think this means that I'll be one of those stay-at-home elleths to darn your socks and cook, because I can assure you, slayer of darkness, that you will be darning your own socks!"
He laughed, before catching her up in his arms again, and throwing her over his shoulder. She laughed happily, their playful banter building to become something more heated and powerful, and then all other doubts were forgotten, and all retorts lost as they lost themselves in each others arms upon the unforgiving floor of their room, in the dusky twilight of Imladris.
A/N sorry it took so long guys. There will be another update soon as, but I've been working two jobs and getting over a boy friend who had a temperament much like that of Galdrion. Don't ask. Lol. Now I'm back. And I laughed at that Hidalgo remark Crecy, (which by the way, is one of my favourite movies!)
More soon. I promise. I'll keep up a bit more with my updates. Have a good day! Please review