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Haldir's Heart n' Soul Well I am trying harder. But as long as your ok with the errors. I think you are the only one reading it so it all works out. I am sorry it took so long to get this up I will try to keep on a schedule and have new chapters up at least two a week. So on with the story.
The Beginning of the End
Haldir had avoided Naomie for a full week. When they did require staying in a room with each other, neither dared to look at the other directly. However the two elves would sneak passing glances at one another.
Haldir was having an inner struggle with himself throughout these days. He needed to apologize but every time he tried to get near Naomie, she would think up a clever excuse and leave the area.
Another full week went by with out an apology.
Haldir glared at the thought that Naomie was getting on fine; in fact she had already made many friends.
This whole week had consisted, for Haldir, of meetings with the lord and lady, advisers of the lord and lady, and of coarse Naomie. Through these meetings Haldir had learned that the army's of Avalon had began to fight back against the orc's that occupied there territory and that in the next few months Naomie would be pleading her case in front of the other elf lords in hopes of getting help from the other realms. Elrond of Imladris had already agreed to spare a few battalions of his army from traveling across the sea to help defend Avalon. And to everyone's immense shock and surprise, Thranduil king of Mirkwood had also promised to help by sending half of his army to Avalon. This however did take a little persuasion from the lady of light to get Naomie to agree to help from the Mirkwood realm. When it came to 'Lorien, the lord and lady both had to persuade Naomie to except there help. It seemed to Haldir that the only reason why the princess did not want help from 'Lorien was because, Haldir himself, would be leading the army and Naomie did not wish to be in debt to the March Warden. But in all honesty, Haldir did not care; he just wanted to help bring Avalon back to its original splendor.
As the last meeting of the week came to a close the lady asked for Haldir to remain after everyone had left.
"You wish a word, my lady?" Haldir asked as he bowed his head.
"Yes, I have noticed, as have Celeborn, that you and the lady Naomie seem to be ..." at this point the lady hesitated... "Avoiding each other." She finished.
"That is true. My lady. We had a ... disagreement ... a fight." Haldir nodded.
"May I ask what this 'disagreement' was of?" the lady asked politely.
Before he could answer Haldir felt the lady come into his mind and begin to talk.
'For you know that I know of what it was anyway.' The voice hammered into Haldir's mind.
Haldir nodded and bowed his head.
"Why Haldir?" she asked out loud.
"I do not know." The March Warden said, as he felt very foolish as he looked to the expressionless face that stared back at him.
"But you did not hit her, as I thought that you would, I must say, any male that had been put into your position would not have hesitated to hit her. Yet you stopped your hand. I have wondered why you stopped that strike?" Galadriel asked softly.
"No male should hit an unarmed lady, least of all one who is royalty." Haldir whispered.
"But you know that Naomie would not have remained defenseless. You know that she would have strike back. And you knew all of this but yet you still did not strike her." Galadriel stated with an arc of her eyebrow.
"Aye, I did know all of this yet ... I do not know why I stopped before striking her. Something was holding me back, then the memories of my father and how he treated me, my brothers and my mother came flooding back and I could not believe that I had turned into him." Haldir said with a bitter laugh.
"Haldir, you are no way near as terrible as your father. You may have the same characteristics but you are not he. Have you ever wondered what else stopped you?" the lady asked walking towards the March Warden.
Haldir stood at the end of the huge white conference table next to the double doors. Galadriel had been standing by the only window in the hall. The hall itself was huge and was decorated with hundreds of silver and white flags that hung from the ceiling with only one long table with about fifty chares around it.
Hesitating, Haldir just looked down at his boots. He had wondered and his heart told him the answer, but he could not allow that answer to be right. He hated being so vulnerable, it was a dangerous weakness. Haldir hated the way that Galadriel could make him feel like such a child. He never had yielded to any she-elf but his lady. Haldir was in so much turmoil that he had not felt Galadriel stop in front of him until the lady cupped his face in her hands.
"Did you ever wonder if the force that stopped you was ... love?" she asked.
Haldir felt himself tense as if she just ordered his death.
"Yes." Was all that Haldir could master.
"Haldir, she does not wish to hurt you. Nor do you wish to hurt her." Galadriel whispered.
Haldir just stared at the ladies delicate nose, not daring to look into those eyes.
"You are right." He said finally.
"Then why do you will yourself to become so saddened by something that should be so happy?" she asked.
Haldir asked himself that question. Indeed, why was he making this so difficult? He loved her, and she seemed to like him, well until the March Warden had almost taken her head off with his hand. He just needed to apologize as soon as possible.
"You are right as usual, my lady. Will you excuse me?" Haldir asked.
"No, I still have something to discuss with you." She told him.
Obeying, Haldir turned and waited for her to go on.
"You are to be at a dinner that will be held in honor of lord Elrond. You need to accompany Naomie there. She does not know, so she will not avoid you. You are to be in your general's uniform, by the way. This gala is for Elrond's welcome but also for the troops who will be leaving for Avalon. Oh and it is being held tonight." Galadriel instructed.
Haldir was still upset about his lord and lady demanding him to stay behind while his own troops would be going to war. Naomie had also been quite angry when her uncle had bayed her to stay in 'Lorien. Haldir almost laughed out loud when he recalled a rumor that was spread about a week ago about how, when Naomie had learned that Celeborn would not allow her to accompany the troops back to Avalon, that the princess had throne a vase strait at Celeborn's head in the middle of the meeting. Leave it to Naomie to try to smash her uncle's head in with a piece of art. Returning form his thoughts Haldir nodded his head.
"I shall do this if you ask it of me, my lady." He said as he bowed again.
"Good. She shall be waiting for you at dusk." She told him.
"I shall be there." Haldir agreed.
"Try not to get into another fight. Let her start the conversation." Galadriel suggested.
"Of course." Haldir said as he took his leave. It was already late and Haldir realized that dusk was a few hours away. Haldir hurried to his chambers with one glance at Naomie's door. Haldir hurried to his wardrobe and pulled out the armor and outfit that the lady had instructed him to were. He shook his head as thoughts about the last time he wore this outfit fluttered into his mind. It had been at Helms Deep and had almost been the last thing the March Warden had ever wore. Haldir smiled to himself as he thought that he would rather be back there than to face Naomie again. Haldir took it and went to go take a quick bath.
Seeing a bath had already been drawn for him, Haldir striped and slowly lowered himself in the hot water (YES! :) ). He pulled his hair into the tub and began to cleanse himself. Haldir was so relaxed that he did not feel the presence of somebody behind him. Two hands fell down apone Haldir's wet chest making the March Warden jump. Covering himself he looked over at the person who was in his bathroom. He glared as a face came towards him. The she elf kissed him softly. Haldir grabbed the face and pushed it away.
"Vanity!" he growled.
She smiled and went to kiss him again. This was the last straw, Haldir through the she elf over as she bent down for another kiss.
"Get out! GET OUT!" Haldir yelled at the top of his longs.
"Why do you still choose her over me!?" Vanity yelled as she pointed an accusing finger at the door.
"OUT! I never have, nor ever will be in love with you. Now get out before you are throne out." Haldir bellowed at Vanity as he began to rise from the tub, regardless of what the she elf may see.
Fearing for her life Vanity growled and stomped out. Haldir rubbed his temples as he climbed out of the tub. He quickly dried his hair and braded it in a war like fashion. Moving to the armor Haldir pulled it over his black tunic and leggings. The armor had been repaired after Helms Deep, but Haldir still grimaced at the thought of the huge hole that once lay between his shoulder blades. Haldir slowly pulled his red cloak on and studied himself in the mirror (Guy thing, every guy does it!) turning Haldir marched out of his room and prepared himself for Naomie. Haldir knocked at the door that he feared and waited. At the very moment that Haldir had knocked the door flew open. Haldir stared at the vision in front of him. Naomie wore a long sweeping black gown. The dress itself had a war like quality to it with silver chains dangling from the waist and wrapping around the dress in a dazzling contrast between silver and black. To mach the dress the princess had on the coldest look that any she elf could ever have, Haldir had to step back.
Haldir did his best to smile. He bowed slightly and held out his arm.
"I was instructed to accompany you to the gala, my lady." Haldir stated.
"That you are, and nothing else." Naomie said in a poisonous whisper. Haldir bit back a comment and took her hand.
They walked in silence down to the dinning hall. They passed Vanity and her group who all snickered as they passed. Were they laughing at him or at Naomie? Haldir wondered. As the doors opened for them everyone who was sitting at the table arose.
"Ah there they are. As soon as you two take seats ..." Celeborn said directing the two to the empty chairs ... "I announce that dinner is served." Celeborn said with a smile. They all sat and food was brought out. Haldir nodded to his two brothers as they took their seats, Orphin next to Haldir and Rumil next to Naomie. Haldir looked around only to notice that Vanity was right across form him, smiling wickedly. As the dinner began Haldir listened as Rumil started a conversation up with Naomie.
"I am indeed glad that the mists are becoming stronger again. That is very good news." Naomie said.
"Aye. Now all the army has to do is get the remaining orc's out of Avalon. It is splendid I only wish I could go there." Rumil agreed.
"I am glad for your support." Naomie nodded.
"So brother..." Orphin's voice brought Haldir out of his eves dropping.
"Yes?" Haldir said as he took a bite of his deer.
"Your thoughts still dwelling on her?" he asked.
"Indeed they are, Orphin. I know you wish to protect me but my wish is that you would leave me at peace." Haldir said simply. Orphin glared at his older brother.
"You are naive, brother. She will just hurt you." Orphin said.
"May it be. It is my choice." Haldir said firmly closing the topic. He then went back to his eves dropping.
"And the water was below freezing! So we of coarse had to save it." Rumil said with a sigh. Naomie was diligently listening. As Haldir bent down into his plate he was kicked hard in the shin. Spitting out some carrots, Haldir glared up at a smiling Vanity. Taking all his self-control Haldir ignored her as she rubbed her foot against his.
Celeborn and Galadriel watched as Haldir struggled to ignore a very annoying Vanity as Naomie tried to ignore Haldir.
"Mayhap, my dear, you should not have told our March Warden not to start the conversation. I do believe Naomie intends to not say a word to Haldir unless he says one to her." Celeborn said staring at his niece.
"Aye, maybe I should tell him to start the conversation." Galadriel suggested.
"Nay, let us wait until the dance." Celeborn said while watching Vanity wink at Haldir as Haldir looked as if he would be sick.
"We shall call Haldir up here after the dinner." Celeborn said.
"Do not find me rude for dropping eves, but which she elf is your niece, Celeborn?" a new voice asked.
"The one next to my March Warden, in the black, Elrond." Celeborn pointed slowly.
"Ah. Yes she does bare a striking resemblance to your brother." Elrond noticed, nodding. "She must be very brave to have come all this way alone." The half elf added.
"Indeed." Galadriel agreed.
Haldir was trying to speak with Orphin while also trying to get his feet away from Vanity. Naomie was doing an impressive job of ignoring him as well. Finally Celeborn raised and announce that the dinner was coming to an end and that the floor was opened for dancing. As Haldir listened to Celeborn's announcements an elf came up next to him.
"Sir, the lady and lord whish to speak to you when everyone has retired to the dance floor." The elf informed him.
Haldir nodded and watched as people began poring into the dancing hall. Haldir then stood and walked towards his lady and lord.
"Lord Elrond, my lady, my lord." Haldir greeted.
"It has come to my attention that you and Naomie are again fighting. All I ask is that you dance with her one dance. Then try to spark up a conversation. Obviously she is not going to." Galadriel ordered.
"As you wish." Haldir said bowing.
He then walked back towards Naomie. Naomie was one of the last people still at the table. Vanity was nowhere to be seen. And Haldir thanked the heavens for that.
"My lady, would you dance with me?" Haldir asked in a polite voice. She nodded and took his hand.
Many pairs danced in the dimly lit candlelight and the mahogany floor buzzed with the sound of boots and other things clanking down on it.
Taking his place, Haldir situated himself so his left hand was on the small of Naomie's back and his right hand was intertwined with hers. Naomie's left hand was curled around Haldir's shoulder. He gazed down at the princess but she avoided his eyes. As a new song started they began to move. It was another slow song.
" Unforgettable, that's what you are
Unforgettable though near or far
Like a song of love that clings to me
How the thought of you does things to me
Never before has someone been more"
"So ... my lady? I think that I owe you an apology." Haldir said half way through the song.
"Fine. Apology accepted." Naomie said finally looking at him.
"I did not say I apologized. I just said that I think that I should." Haldir contorted. Naomie glared up at him.
"You are a jerk! I can not believe I agreed to dance with you." Naomie whispered.
"I know." Haldir said while smiling but stopped when he saw the anger flare up in the princess's eyes.
"Do you think that you can just joke to me after you almost struck me?" Naomie whispered as she looked away from him.
"I did not mean to." Haldir pleaded.
"Did not mean to! Did not? You almost did!" Naomie hissed as she stopped dancing and pulled away from him.
"Unforgettable in every way
and forever more, that's how you'll stay
that's why, darling, it's incredible
that someone so unforgettable
thinks that I am unforgettable too" "Yes! I did not mean to!" Haldir breathed.
"You were only centimeters away! Do not tell me that you did not MEAN to! Then you left me like some bad little child. Just because I answered your question with an answer that you did not whish to hear." Naomie cried.
Now most people around them were staring.
"You are causing a seen." Haldir whispered.
"Of good! That is Great! Wonderful! Lovely! How dare you! Oh yes! How wonderful indeed." Naomie yelled as she stormed out. Haldir looked around guilty and followed her out.
"Unforgettable in every way
and forever more, that's how you'll stay
that's why, darling, it's incredible
that someone so unforgettable
thinks that I am unforgettable too"
Thinking that she would have gone to one of the only places that would be empty, Haldir made his way to the library.
Vanity smiled as Naomie interred the library. She had the perfect advantage to watch the princess. Then to her surprise an inflamed Haldir fallowed.
"How dare you do that to me in front of all those people." Haldir yelled as he slammed the doors shut behind them.
"I dared. Ha. You deserved it. How dare you yell at me." Naomie yelled throwing a huge black book at him. Haldir dogged and picked up a smaller book and chucked it back at Naomie. The soaring book hit Naomie hard in the leg. She yelled and slung a book at Haldir, which hit him directly in the groined.
"Ha Ha!!! Direct contact! You are such a jerk and ... a orc!" Naomie yelled.
"Well as you put it, as are you!" Haldir huffed as he tried to move but the white-hot pain in his crotch was almost too much. But he did manage to pick up a chair and throw it at her.
Naomie was not so lucky at this time and the chair connected with her chest. Naomie went tumbling over. For an instant Haldir thought of seeing if she was all right but as he took a step closer a book came flying at him in an instant. Haldir saw red as he got up and was promptly hit in the head by a history book. They both circled each other.
Naomie was the first to make her move. She lunged at Haldir and took him to the ground.
Vanity watched with wide eyes as the two continued their fight.
Haldir took punches left and right to his face but they stopped when Haldir hit the princess in the jaw. As they wrestled on the hearth the doors flew open.
"NAOMIE! HALDIR!" Celeborn hollered.
Not listening Naomie and Haldir continued to fight. Somehow Naomie pined Haldir to the floor.
"Pinned you!" she growled as he kicked her off of him and they rolled away from Elrond, Galadriel, Celeborn, and Haldir's brothers who were madly trying to snatch them, away from the other. Then yet again Naomie pined Haldir, breaking his wrist.
"Pinned you again ... I am better." She hollered as Celeborn and Galadriel tried to pry her off of Haldir as she hit him madly. Somehow they got both the fighting elves to there feet. It took Rumil, Orphin, and Elrond all to get Haldir away from Naomie. It took Galadriel and Celeborn to get the princess away from Haldir.
"You woman are a witch!" Haldir yelled.
""You do not even want to know what I think of you!" Naomie bellowed back. At this Haldir tried to heave himself at her. Haldir fought against his three holders who were trying desperately to keep him pinned to the wall.
They all watched Galadriel and Celeborn pick Naomie up as if she was a tinny doll and carry her off.
Welp that is all for now tell me how you liked it. NO FLAMES!
By the way... the song was Nat King Cole's "Unforgettable"
Haldir's Heart n' Soul Well I am trying harder. But as long as your ok with the errors. I think you are the only one reading it so it all works out. I am sorry it took so long to get this up I will try to keep on a schedule and have new chapters up at least two a week. So on with the story.
The Beginning of the End
Haldir had avoided Naomie for a full week. When they did require staying in a room with each other, neither dared to look at the other directly. However the two elves would sneak passing glances at one another.
Haldir was having an inner struggle with himself throughout these days. He needed to apologize but every time he tried to get near Naomie, she would think up a clever excuse and leave the area.
Another full week went by with out an apology.
Haldir glared at the thought that Naomie was getting on fine; in fact she had already made many friends.
This whole week had consisted, for Haldir, of meetings with the lord and lady, advisers of the lord and lady, and of coarse Naomie. Through these meetings Haldir had learned that the army's of Avalon had began to fight back against the orc's that occupied there territory and that in the next few months Naomie would be pleading her case in front of the other elf lords in hopes of getting help from the other realms. Elrond of Imladris had already agreed to spare a few battalions of his army from traveling across the sea to help defend Avalon. And to everyone's immense shock and surprise, Thranduil king of Mirkwood had also promised to help by sending half of his army to Avalon. This however did take a little persuasion from the lady of light to get Naomie to agree to help from the Mirkwood realm. When it came to 'Lorien, the lord and lady both had to persuade Naomie to except there help. It seemed to Haldir that the only reason why the princess did not want help from 'Lorien was because, Haldir himself, would be leading the army and Naomie did not wish to be in debt to the March Warden. But in all honesty, Haldir did not care; he just wanted to help bring Avalon back to its original splendor.
As the last meeting of the week came to a close the lady asked for Haldir to remain after everyone had left.
"You wish a word, my lady?" Haldir asked as he bowed his head.
"Yes, I have noticed, as have Celeborn, that you and the lady Naomie seem to be ..." at this point the lady hesitated... "Avoiding each other." She finished.
"That is true. My lady. We had a ... disagreement ... a fight." Haldir nodded.
"May I ask what this 'disagreement' was of?" the lady asked politely.
Before he could answer Haldir felt the lady come into his mind and begin to talk.
'For you know that I know of what it was anyway.' The voice hammered into Haldir's mind.
Haldir nodded and bowed his head.
"Why Haldir?" she asked out loud.
"I do not know." The March Warden said, as he felt very foolish as he looked to the expressionless face that stared back at him.
"But you did not hit her, as I thought that you would, I must say, any male that had been put into your position would not have hesitated to hit her. Yet you stopped your hand. I have wondered why you stopped that strike?" Galadriel asked softly.
"No male should hit an unarmed lady, least of all one who is royalty." Haldir whispered.
"But you know that Naomie would not have remained defenseless. You know that she would have strike back. And you knew all of this but yet you still did not strike her." Galadriel stated with an arc of her eyebrow.
"Aye, I did know all of this yet ... I do not know why I stopped before striking her. Something was holding me back, then the memories of my father and how he treated me, my brothers and my mother came flooding back and I could not believe that I had turned into him." Haldir said with a bitter laugh.
"Haldir, you are no way near as terrible as your father. You may have the same characteristics but you are not he. Have you ever wondered what else stopped you?" the lady asked walking towards the March Warden.
Haldir stood at the end of the huge white conference table next to the double doors. Galadriel had been standing by the only window in the hall. The hall itself was huge and was decorated with hundreds of silver and white flags that hung from the ceiling with only one long table with about fifty chares around it.
Hesitating, Haldir just looked down at his boots. He had wondered and his heart told him the answer, but he could not allow that answer to be right. He hated being so vulnerable, it was a dangerous weakness. Haldir hated the way that Galadriel could make him feel like such a child. He never had yielded to any she-elf but his lady. Haldir was in so much turmoil that he had not felt Galadriel stop in front of him until the lady cupped his face in her hands.
"Did you ever wonder if the force that stopped you was ... love?" she asked.
Haldir felt himself tense as if she just ordered his death.
"Yes." Was all that Haldir could master.
"Haldir, she does not wish to hurt you. Nor do you wish to hurt her." Galadriel whispered.
Haldir just stared at the ladies delicate nose, not daring to look into those eyes.
"You are right." He said finally.
"Then why do you will yourself to become so saddened by something that should be so happy?" she asked.
Haldir asked himself that question. Indeed, why was he making this so difficult? He loved her, and she seemed to like him, well until the March Warden had almost taken her head off with his hand. He just needed to apologize as soon as possible.
"You are right as usual, my lady. Will you excuse me?" Haldir asked.
"No, I still have something to discuss with you." She told him.
Obeying, Haldir turned and waited for her to go on.
"You are to be at a dinner that will be held in honor of lord Elrond. You need to accompany Naomie there. She does not know, so she will not avoid you. You are to be in your general's uniform, by the way. This gala is for Elrond's welcome but also for the troops who will be leaving for Avalon. Oh and it is being held tonight." Galadriel instructed.
Haldir was still upset about his lord and lady demanding him to stay behind while his own troops would be going to war. Naomie had also been quite angry when her uncle had bayed her to stay in 'Lorien. Haldir almost laughed out loud when he recalled a rumor that was spread about a week ago about how, when Naomie had learned that Celeborn would not allow her to accompany the troops back to Avalon, that the princess had throne a vase strait at Celeborn's head in the middle of the meeting. Leave it to Naomie to try to smash her uncle's head in with a piece of art. Returning form his thoughts Haldir nodded his head.
"I shall do this if you ask it of me, my lady." He said as he bowed again.
"Good. She shall be waiting for you at dusk." She told him.
"I shall be there." Haldir agreed.
"Try not to get into another fight. Let her start the conversation." Galadriel suggested.
"Of course." Haldir said as he took his leave. It was already late and Haldir realized that dusk was a few hours away. Haldir hurried to his chambers with one glance at Naomie's door. Haldir hurried to his wardrobe and pulled out the armor and outfit that the lady had instructed him to were. He shook his head as thoughts about the last time he wore this outfit fluttered into his mind. It had been at Helms Deep and had almost been the last thing the March Warden had ever wore. Haldir smiled to himself as he thought that he would rather be back there than to face Naomie again. Haldir took it and went to go take a quick bath.
Seeing a bath had already been drawn for him, Haldir striped and slowly lowered himself in the hot water (YES! :) ). He pulled his hair into the tub and began to cleanse himself. Haldir was so relaxed that he did not feel the presence of somebody behind him. Two hands fell down apone Haldir's wet chest making the March Warden jump. Covering himself he looked over at the person who was in his bathroom. He glared as a face came towards him. The she elf kissed him softly. Haldir grabbed the face and pushed it away.
"Vanity!" he growled.
She smiled and went to kiss him again. This was the last straw, Haldir through the she elf over as she bent down for another kiss.
"Get out! GET OUT!" Haldir yelled at the top of his longs.
"Why do you still choose her over me!?" Vanity yelled as she pointed an accusing finger at the door.
"OUT! I never have, nor ever will be in love with you. Now get out before you are throne out." Haldir bellowed at Vanity as he began to rise from the tub, regardless of what the she elf may see.
Fearing for her life Vanity growled and stomped out. Haldir rubbed his temples as he climbed out of the tub. He quickly dried his hair and braded it in a war like fashion. Moving to the armor Haldir pulled it over his black tunic and leggings. The armor had been repaired after Helms Deep, but Haldir still grimaced at the thought of the huge hole that once lay between his shoulder blades. Haldir slowly pulled his red cloak on and studied himself in the mirror (Guy thing, every guy does it!) turning Haldir marched out of his room and prepared himself for Naomie. Haldir knocked at the door that he feared and waited. At the very moment that Haldir had knocked the door flew open. Haldir stared at the vision in front of him. Naomie wore a long sweeping black gown. The dress itself had a war like quality to it with silver chains dangling from the waist and wrapping around the dress in a dazzling contrast between silver and black. To mach the dress the princess had on the coldest look that any she elf could ever have, Haldir had to step back.
Haldir did his best to smile. He bowed slightly and held out his arm.
"I was instructed to accompany you to the gala, my lady." Haldir stated.
"That you are, and nothing else." Naomie said in a poisonous whisper. Haldir bit back a comment and took her hand.
They walked in silence down to the dinning hall. They passed Vanity and her group who all snickered as they passed. Were they laughing at him or at Naomie? Haldir wondered. As the doors opened for them everyone who was sitting at the table arose.
"Ah there they are. As soon as you two take seats ..." Celeborn said directing the two to the empty chairs ... "I announce that dinner is served." Celeborn said with a smile. They all sat and food was brought out. Haldir nodded to his two brothers as they took their seats, Orphin next to Haldir and Rumil next to Naomie. Haldir looked around only to notice that Vanity was right across form him, smiling wickedly. As the dinner began Haldir listened as Rumil started a conversation up with Naomie.
"I am indeed glad that the mists are becoming stronger again. That is very good news." Naomie said.
"Aye. Now all the army has to do is get the remaining orc's out of Avalon. It is splendid I only wish I could go there." Rumil agreed.
"I am glad for your support." Naomie nodded.
"So brother..." Orphin's voice brought Haldir out of his eves dropping.
"Yes?" Haldir said as he took a bite of his deer.
"Your thoughts still dwelling on her?" he asked.
"Indeed they are, Orphin. I know you wish to protect me but my wish is that you would leave me at peace." Haldir said simply. Orphin glared at his older brother.
"You are naive, brother. She will just hurt you." Orphin said.
"May it be. It is my choice." Haldir said firmly closing the topic. He then went back to his eves dropping.
"And the water was below freezing! So we of coarse had to save it." Rumil said with a sigh. Naomie was diligently listening. As Haldir bent down into his plate he was kicked hard in the shin. Spitting out some carrots, Haldir glared up at a smiling Vanity. Taking all his self-control Haldir ignored her as she rubbed her foot against his.
Celeborn and Galadriel watched as Haldir struggled to ignore a very annoying Vanity as Naomie tried to ignore Haldir.
"Mayhap, my dear, you should not have told our March Warden not to start the conversation. I do believe Naomie intends to not say a word to Haldir unless he says one to her." Celeborn said staring at his niece.
"Aye, maybe I should tell him to start the conversation." Galadriel suggested.
"Nay, let us wait until the dance." Celeborn said while watching Vanity wink at Haldir as Haldir looked as if he would be sick.
"We shall call Haldir up here after the dinner." Celeborn said.
"Do not find me rude for dropping eves, but which she elf is your niece, Celeborn?" a new voice asked.
"The one next to my March Warden, in the black, Elrond." Celeborn pointed slowly.
"Ah. Yes she does bare a striking resemblance to your brother." Elrond noticed, nodding. "She must be very brave to have come all this way alone." The half elf added.
"Indeed." Galadriel agreed.
Haldir was trying to speak with Orphin while also trying to get his feet away from Vanity. Naomie was doing an impressive job of ignoring him as well. Finally Celeborn raised and announce that the dinner was coming to an end and that the floor was opened for dancing. As Haldir listened to Celeborn's announcements an elf came up next to him.
"Sir, the lady and lord whish to speak to you when everyone has retired to the dance floor." The elf informed him.
Haldir nodded and watched as people began poring into the dancing hall. Haldir then stood and walked towards his lady and lord.
"Lord Elrond, my lady, my lord." Haldir greeted.
"It has come to my attention that you and Naomie are again fighting. All I ask is that you dance with her one dance. Then try to spark up a conversation. Obviously she is not going to." Galadriel ordered.
"As you wish." Haldir said bowing.
He then walked back towards Naomie. Naomie was one of the last people still at the table. Vanity was nowhere to be seen. And Haldir thanked the heavens for that.
"My lady, would you dance with me?" Haldir asked in a polite voice. She nodded and took his hand.
Many pairs danced in the dimly lit candlelight and the mahogany floor buzzed with the sound of boots and other things clanking down on it.
Taking his place, Haldir situated himself so his left hand was on the small of Naomie's back and his right hand was intertwined with hers. Naomie's left hand was curled around Haldir's shoulder. He gazed down at the princess but she avoided his eyes. As a new song started they began to move. It was another slow song.
" Unforgettable, that's what you are
Unforgettable though near or far
Like a song of love that clings to me
How the thought of you does things to me
Never before has someone been more"
"So ... my lady? I think that I owe you an apology." Haldir said half way through the song.
"Fine. Apology accepted." Naomie said finally looking at him.
"I did not say I apologized. I just said that I think that I should." Haldir contorted. Naomie glared up at him.
"You are a jerk! I can not believe I agreed to dance with you." Naomie whispered.
"I know." Haldir said while smiling but stopped when he saw the anger flare up in the princess's eyes.
"Do you think that you can just joke to me after you almost struck me?" Naomie whispered as she looked away from him.
"I did not mean to." Haldir pleaded.
"Did not mean to! Did not? You almost did!" Naomie hissed as she stopped dancing and pulled away from him.
"Unforgettable in every way
and forever more, that's how you'll stay
that's why, darling, it's incredible
that someone so unforgettable
thinks that I am unforgettable too" "Yes! I did not mean to!" Haldir breathed.
"You were only centimeters away! Do not tell me that you did not MEAN to! Then you left me like some bad little child. Just because I answered your question with an answer that you did not whish to hear." Naomie cried.
Now most people around them were staring.
"You are causing a seen." Haldir whispered.
"Of good! That is Great! Wonderful! Lovely! How dare you! Oh yes! How wonderful indeed." Naomie yelled as she stormed out. Haldir looked around guilty and followed her out.
"Unforgettable in every way
and forever more, that's how you'll stay
that's why, darling, it's incredible
that someone so unforgettable
thinks that I am unforgettable too"
Thinking that she would have gone to one of the only places that would be empty, Haldir made his way to the library.
Vanity smiled as Naomie interred the library. She had the perfect advantage to watch the princess. Then to her surprise an inflamed Haldir fallowed.
"How dare you do that to me in front of all those people." Haldir yelled as he slammed the doors shut behind them.
"I dared. Ha. You deserved it. How dare you yell at me." Naomie yelled throwing a huge black book at him. Haldir dogged and picked up a smaller book and chucked it back at Naomie. The soaring book hit Naomie hard in the leg. She yelled and slung a book at Haldir, which hit him directly in the groined.
"Ha Ha!!! Direct contact! You are such a jerk and ... a orc!" Naomie yelled.
"Well as you put it, as are you!" Haldir huffed as he tried to move but the white-hot pain in his crotch was almost too much. But he did manage to pick up a chair and throw it at her.
Naomie was not so lucky at this time and the chair connected with her chest. Naomie went tumbling over. For an instant Haldir thought of seeing if she was all right but as he took a step closer a book came flying at him in an instant. Haldir saw red as he got up and was promptly hit in the head by a history book. They both circled each other.
Naomie was the first to make her move. She lunged at Haldir and took him to the ground.
Vanity watched with wide eyes as the two continued their fight.
Haldir took punches left and right to his face but they stopped when Haldir hit the princess in the jaw. As they wrestled on the hearth the doors flew open.
"NAOMIE! HALDIR!" Celeborn hollered.
Not listening Naomie and Haldir continued to fight. Somehow Naomie pined Haldir to the floor.
"Pinned you!" she growled as he kicked her off of him and they rolled away from Elrond, Galadriel, Celeborn, and Haldir's brothers who were madly trying to snatch them, away from the other. Then yet again Naomie pined Haldir, breaking his wrist.
"Pinned you again ... I am better." She hollered as Celeborn and Galadriel tried to pry her off of Haldir as she hit him madly. Somehow they got both the fighting elves to there feet. It took Rumil, Orphin, and Elrond all to get Haldir away from Naomie. It took Galadriel and Celeborn to get the princess away from Haldir.
"You woman are a witch!" Haldir yelled.
""You do not even want to know what I think of you!" Naomie bellowed back. At this Haldir tried to heave himself at her. Haldir fought against his three holders who were trying desperately to keep him pinned to the wall.
They all watched Galadriel and Celeborn pick Naomie up as if she was a tinny doll and carry her off.
Welp that is all for now tell me how you liked it. NO FLAMES!
By the way... the song was Nat King Cole's "Unforgettable"