It's a Mothers Day Miracle! Happy Mothers Day!
Author's Note: Ok yea everyone who ever read this probably hates me and will never read this again, I am sorry. I can not promise any more chapters soon after this one, but this story WILL be finished. And at the end of this month I will resume a normal updating bases, but until that time I can promise nothing, sorry.
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Chapter 21: The Journey Come to an End
Haldir road two days strait, the snow was harsh and ripped through the wilderness like a starved wolf through meat. 'Lorien was a blustery white glow, the trees moaned under all the weight of the snow storm. Haldir slowed his horse as he came towards the boarders. His eyes scanning the near pitch whiteness for the forms of guards. Then out of the grey of the trees came two smiling elves, jumping down from the nearest watch tower.
"Where is she?" Orphin asked with a wary tone.
"She must be struggling behind in this storm, only Saron himself could make it through this in a strait line!" Rumil bellowed over the roar of the snow, casting his gaze out over his brother's shoulder, his gaze hopeful.
"She did not come?" Rumil stated after a long silent passed, the wind being the only brave thing to speak, and even it took a quieter tone.
Haldir did not answer, just sat on his mount staring down at his two brothers. If he had been anyone else, he would have broken down right on the spot and wailed like a child that had lost its mother. That is IF he had been anyone else. But the truth of the matter was, he was Haldir, protector of 'Lorien and would not do such a thing, and his brothers wee in front of his. Swallowing his misery, Haldir jumped from Windswept and stood shakily on his feet.
"She is set in her way. I do not think that she will ever come." Haldir said simply, emotion gone … sort of. His heart gave cry as both his brothers bowed there heads in sorrow.
"I am sorry, brother. I had truly hoped that this romance idea would take a course and come to work. Her absence, I am shore, will be sourly felt." Rumil said with a glance to Orphin who was now staring at the ground.
The storm had developed into a small blizzard, but was not as noisy as it had been, now the wind continued on in a low, grieving tone.
Haldir nodded at Rumil's words. He did not feel well enough to stay and have his brother's pity, so in one quick leap Haldir was re-mounted.
"Wait! We shall go with you. Our shift is ending." Rumil called behind Haldir.
Without a word Haldir continued on, not allowing Rumil the notion that he had herd. Haldir reached the city in a matter of hours. Heaving a sigh of regret in the guise of relief, Haldir road on into the stables. Once Windswept was properly taken care of Haldir marched up to his rooms. The notion of going to Celeborn and begging him to order Naomie back to 'Lorien passed through Haldir's mind, but then he realized how childish that sounded. As he stood at his doors he turned to see the now empty rooms across from his own. Memories flooded Haldir's mind as his vacant eyes fixed on the double doors. Feeling sick, Haldir hurried into his room and properly heaved up all over his oak floored entry hall. (A.N. ok I don't know if elves through up, but in my fantasy world they do, if that offends anyone let me know … be nice please)
Falling to the floor Haldir turned his thoughts to himself. 'What cold irony is this?' he thought, 'that I should suffer for what Naomie has lost.' He glared down as more "stuff" came up and painfully into view. The dim moonlight cast a ghostly glow over all. The wind had stopped and now soft snow fell like souls on a midnight dance. Haldir began to clean up his mess as he thought of his life. If only the Battle for Helm's Deep had ended it long ago (Yea Haldir DOES NOT DIE! So this is after the ring thing, I know that this means that a lot of things are wrong, but please deal.) When the task was finished Haldir through the dirtied towel into the waist basket and walked to his wardrobe.
Pulling out a plan black tunic and leggings, Haldir dressed and sat at his desk. Picking up a quill, the elf went to begin a letter to no one in particular, but was interrupted by a knock on the door. Slowly raising Haldir allowed a small handmaiden in, Galadriel's handmaiden.
"Yes?" Haldir asked
"My lord, the lady and lord whish your presents for a meeting. Tis very urgent. They did not say why, just to tell you to make hast in your time to join them. They await you in the throne room. Hurry, you must come!" the maiden begged him in all of one breath. Before Haldir could ask questions he was rushed out of the sanctuary of his rooms. The lord and lady had never been this insistent before. Haldir feared the worst. What if it was something about Naomie? Haldir panicked as his mind took control.
And that is it right now; there will be more, like I said this story will be ended!