A/N Ok, this has been in my head for awhile, I don't know if its any good, but I had to write it. I do not own any of the characters or places, just the ones I made up. Everything else belongs to J.R.R Tolkien himself.

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Chapter One

Haldir's eyes were ever watchful as he gazed out across the valley near the edge of the mountain. Evil was at hand, he knew it, yet the night remained undisturbed, but strangely quiet.

……Two days before……

Haldir sat unoccupied in his talan, trying to think of something to do while on his uneventful break. A knock sounded at the door.

"You may enter," Haldir voiced, thinking it was one of his brothers and not even bothering himself with getting up and answering it. He looked towards the door as it opened, and a young elf boy, by the name of Aradan, stepped in. Haldir was familiar with the elf child, he was the son of a servant in Lady Galadriel's household and was used to deliver messages from Lord Celeborn to the military. It was something mostly to keep him busy, Haldir knew, because his mother was widowed and worked often, usually too occupied during the daytime to spend much time with him. They had even become…friends, him and Aradan.

"And what is it today, Aradan?" Haldir asked, eyeing the small piece of paper the boy had folded in between his fingers. "Come in."

Aradan smiled and walked over to the table, setting the paper down in front of Haldir and sitting down in the opposite chair. Haldir realized he was slumping and straightened his posture.

"I think it is urgent, sir" Aradan said, looking serious, "I was sent straight over." Haldir unfolded the paper and started to read it aloud, as he often did while the boy sat there anxiously, probably hoping to hear something important so he would have to swear to secrecy.

"Requesting your presence

to discuss a matter of possible

urgency," Haldir gave Aradan a short glance as he read this,

"I will be expecting you at a quarter past five,

Celeborn."

Haldir set the paper down on the table. "Then I better not be late," he said, pushing the chair back and standing up. Aradan followed him to the door.

"But it is early yet, sir?"

"I am aware of that," Haldir replied, "but I was hoping a certain boy would want to practice his archery?"

A smile appeared on Aradan's face. "Go on home now, and fetch your things. I will be waiting for you there." Aradan ran past him excitedly, and Haldir went back inside to get his own bow and quiver, then headed towards the archery range.

There were only two elves there when he arrived, practicing. Both were only trainees, working to get into the border guard.

"Evening, my Lord," one of them greeted, and the other was quick to follow, saying just about the same thing, for Haldir was/or would be their superior. Haldir stood and watched as one set his arrow in place, aiming for the target which was set at about 100 yards away. It is too low, Haldir thought to himself, but said nothing. The arrow whizzed through the air, not meeting its mark, as Haldir had predicted, and landing a sizeable distance away.

"A little higher next time," he said, removing an arrow from his own quiver and fitting it to his own bow. He let it fly, and it hit dead center. Aradan gasped from behind him, and Haldir turned around. "That was fast, Aradan," Haldir commented.

"I ran all the way," Aradan replied

"Then that would explain why you are out of breath," Haldir said. "Come, stand over here and hit the closer target." Aradan walked to where Haldir had pointed and stood, bow in hand, quiver strapped to his back. He took an arrow and aimed for the target.

"Over a little," Haldir instructed quietly. Aradan's hand moved the bow over about an inch to the left, and then he released the arrow. It had just enough speed to hit the target, but landed three inches below the center. Aradan sighed, taking another arrow, pulling it back as far as he could, aiming, and then letting it fly. It hit the center, but he had done it before. His real problem was the farther targets, Haldir called this one a warm-up.

…An hour later…

Haldir walked briskly up the marble staircase and down the long corridor towards Lord Celeborn's study. He stopped outside the door and knocked.

"Enter," said the voice of Celeborn, and Haldir opened the door and walked inside, giving a short bow of respect to the renowned elf Lord. "Ah, right on time," Celeborn commented. He was sitting at a table, which was usually where they discussed matters.

"As always, my Lord," Haldir replied, walking over to the table and sitting down across from him. "You wished to speak with me?"

"Yes, Haldir," Celeborn replied, "I have been receiving word from those who live near the river."

"What sort of word?" Haldir asked.

"It seems that someone-or something- has been dumping waste into the river at its origin in Nanduhirion. The water is no longer fit to drink. I sent a party to inspect four days ago and they returned, the river has been blackened by some kind of vile liquid."

"What can I do to help, my Lord?" Haldir asked readily.

"I want you to take your own soldiers and find out who is doing this," Celeborn said. "Then report back to me."

"How many shall I bring?" Haldir asked.

"Only a few," Celeborn replied, "Thirteen. I only wish for you to scout."

"And if it is orcs?" Haldir questioned.

"If you can take them, do so, but if not, we will gather a larger force and then strike."

"As you wish, my Lord," Haldir said. "I shall send the word and leave in the morning."

"Good, I look forward to hearing from you soon," Celeborn said. Haldir stood and the two shook hands, and then Haldir left to find his brothers.

……Present……

"Do you see anything?" Rumil said in a whisper, coming up from behind him.

"No, we need to move in closer," Haldir said. "They could be doing it inside the mountain for all I know."

"Shall I send the command?" Rumil asked.

"No," Haldir replied, "something does not seem right."

"But you just said-"

"Forget what I said, listen." Haldir whispered. Rumil was quiet and listened.

"I hear the river," he said after a moment.

"I know you hear the river," Haldir sounded annoyed, "What else?" Rumil listened for another moment, but heard no new sound.

"Haldir I-"

"Ambush!" someone in the camp cried.

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