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Author's note: This is one of my least favorite chapters, I think that it sux, but its sort of a filler. K? Ok, there are probably few people who are interested in this anymore, but I realized that it is almost finished, so I should try to complete it.
As always: NO FLAMES!
Chapter 28: Vanity's back
Haldir walked through the deep woods fallowing the river. It felt so good to be out and free. His mind wandered around the prospect of Naomie. Did he dare go back and beg for forgiveness again? His pride told him to forget that idea of opportunity. He would never do that, it was a ridiculous idea. The woods were cold and the deep green seemed to glow. Haldir smiled as a bird flew next to him, twittering sweetly, and cooing. Naomie had probably already forgotten about him. He ashored himself that that was the case.
Sitting down on a rock, next to the slow flowing river, Haldir studied the sky, with its millions of stars all winking and twinkling. The March Warden stretched out and leaned back down against a tree. Movement to his right created the March Warden to jump and grab the bow that lay by his side. He relaxed as a small white wolf trotted out to the river, cautiously studying Haldir with apprehensive silver eyes.
Haldir looked away from the striking creature as it moved swiftly to drink the cold water. For a moment, in all the wolfs cold savagery and swift apprehension Haldir thought of Naomie. The March Warden cursed himself for that idea. She was a wolf after all, in some aspects, he felt hatred fro her, indeed he may even hate her.
'Now, you don't mean that, Haldir.' Said a soft voice in his head.
'Galadriel?' Haldir questioned.
'Yes.' The voice answered with a bit of amusement.
'What brings you into my mind, my lady?' Haldir asked instinctively bowing.
'Nothing of importance. You do not mean what you said, though.' Galadriel's voice was pleasant but had a hidden meaning.
'Not entirely, you are right, as always.' Haldir submitted.
There was a snapping of branches and Haldir bolted up as the wolf turned growling in defense.
Haldir's keen eyes darted to the many trees, something dangerous was out there. He could not see what had made the noise but he could hear the loading and soft grown of a bow being pulled. The wolf now cowered towards the river, eyes focused on something. Following the wolfs gaze Haldir was alarmed to see a she elf holding a bow ready to release strait at Haldir.
Haldir threw himself out of the way as the arrow was released strait at him, in doing so the wolf let out a howl as the arrow contacted with it instead of the March Warden.
"No matter, the wolf will make a nice caller for my cloak. Pity that I am so out of practice." An all too familiar voice echoed out.
Haldir had already gotten up and was in front of the cowering wolf with his sword drawn, in protection, pointing it towards the she elf. The elith walked casually towards the March Warden giving a distasteful glare.
"Get out of the way Haldir; we wouldn't want you to be caught in the crossfire. Or would we? It is either you that I shoot, and clame it to be an accident, or I can have just won a new fur coat. Your choice." Vanity hissed, stringing her bow with a new arrow and pointing it at Haldir.
With out another words notice the she elf let loose another arrow, Haldir, threw his hand out, and closed it around the lethal object. The arrow was touching his skin, a small prick; he thanked his heavens that he was able to catch the object.
"I will not miss again." Hissed Vanity as she progressed.
Standing, Haldir placed his sword up.
"Do not take another step, if you do value your life." Haldir hissed as Vanity reloaded.
The she elf stepped as close as she could and smiled menacingly.
"Well? What will you do?" she growled.
"You are not worth me being banished." Haldir growled, as he turned and scooped up the wounded animal.
"Well. Do you whish to know what your new name is in the village before I kill you?" Vanity growled as she raised the bow.
Haldir let out a sigh and turned, she wouldn't kill him, he thought. He glared at her and shrugged, the she elf knew that she had hit a nerve.
"On second thought, I don't think I should be the one to tell you." Vanity cackled as Haldir waited.
"Fine, then get out of my way and do put that bow down, we wouldn't want you to hurt yourself." Haldir hissed.
"I am not moving, I will kill you, and do you think that I wouldn't?" Vanity growled pulling the string tight.
Haldir stepped closer and tried to step around her bow, but she quickly released the arrow, it struck a few inches to the side of Haldir's head deep in a tree. Haldir snarled, laid the wolf down and with all his might he threw himself on the she elf and was able to wrestle the bow from her, in one quick movement the March Warden snapped it in half and turning, picked the wolf back up and continued towards the city.
It was only when Haldir herd the she elf scream that he felt the cold hot sting of a dagger thrust into his back. The wolf yelped as they both tumbled to the ground.
'Help is on the way, Haldir.' Galadriel's voice whispered urgently in his mind, she had not left him.
Vanity continued to stab at him, Haldir dodging the best he could. The wolf had limped towards a large tree and was heading for a thicket about one hundred yards away. It was then that Haldir realized there was a post nearby; shorely they had seen the attack. Haldir hoped that they had. Feeling the dagger rip into him again, he wondered if anyone would make it to him before he either killed Vanity, or she him.
There it is! Another chapter. Four more to go. I don't think anyone is going to like this, but it's just filler.