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blue jeans baby- yeah, but things might get better later. I dont know. I haven't figured it out yet.
Aramer- yeah. . . I think this is a sad story. lol, I'm not quite sure tho. . .
TigerLily: you were right! It did. . . . kinda! lol. I am 47% writers block free.
My Arwen: What would Eomer have said to Naltariel to stop her from sending to jewel to Haldir? She has no notion of his feelings and he has no right to utter them when she obviously loves another.
Cara: Thanx for your review! :D
Jade Goddess: The fate of Celebrian may be brought into it later, but for the moment it doesn't really fit anywhere.
Sofasoap: Thanx for the review! :D
AN: I am so so so so so so so so so so so so so so sorry for making you all wait so long. I just ran into some MAJOR writers block and plus I suddenly became really really unmotivated. Sorry ^-^
Three more days of riding passed without incident and his Men had come to accept her presence completely. They had come to call her "Our Naltariel" as formality had begun to slip away. They still remained courteous to her and, whether because of his threat or that they truly did not wish it, none had tried to harm her nor take advantage of her.
"Naltariel!" Marik called from the fire one night. "Come our Naltariel, tell us a tale of your people."
She smiled and she came and sat by his side and told all assembled a story of an Elf named Nimrodel and of her lover, Amroth, waiting at the Grey Havens for her to come to him. But she never arrived at the Havens and her lover dove from the ship that was bearing him and tried to swim for the shore to wait for her but drown in the attempt.
"What happened to Nimrodel the fair, none know. Some say she perished and some say she still wanders the Misty Mountains, where she was last seen, singing sad songs of times long past. The River Nimrodel that flows from the mountains and meets with the River Celebrant carries her song if you listen near it's shores." She finished her tale.
"A sad time it will be when the Elves are gone from Middle-Earth. They carry such tales as we have never heard before. They will be lost when the Elves leave." Said one Man from the other side of the fire, his name was Rira and he seemed to be one of the Men most interested in the ways of the Elves.
"Perhaps, but then you may not even realize it when we are all gone." She murmured her eyes upon the fire. To anyone else who's eyes were upon the flames they seemed to form the image of a beautiful wood of golden flame. A few recognized it as the Golden Wood.
A heavy silence came upon those sitting by the fire as they were all deep in thought. At length Naltariel began to sing the song of Elbereth and Gilthoniel but this time in the elvish tongue.
"A! Elbereth Gilthoniel
silivren penna miriel
o menel aglar elenath,
Na-chaered palan-diriel
o galadhremmin ennorath,
Fanuilos, le linnathon
nef aear, si nef aeron!"
"Who is that?" A Man asked, she did not yet know his name.
"The Lord and Lady beyond the Sea." She murmured. "One day I will gaze upon the beauty of the Elves of old."
Eomer watched from a distance as Naltariel slept on a sleeping mat on the ground before the fire, there had been no trees around for her to climb up into. Sadness came to his heart as he thought that in only two more days he would be parted from her. They would reach Edoras and she would go with Marik into the city to see Eowyn and he would see her no more.
They had taught each other briefly what the other had wanted to learn, horse taming and weapons wielding. There had been many jests at both of them, when he had tried to mount a horse with no saddle and it had bolted, leaving him on his behind on the ground. When she had tried to lift his sword and found it was too heavy for her. They had had to go through all the swords of the Riders of Rohan until they finally found that one had an elvish blade it had taken after a bad run in with a troll farther to the north. He had released it gladly into the care of Naltariel, insisting it was cursed and that he was trying to sell it.
She now wore it sheathed at her side, not bothering that she could not truly wield it with skill yet. He sighed as he gazed at her still form. Such beauty the Elves had, he thought. It truly was a shame that they would soon be leaving these shores.
Suddenly a loud bird call came from his right, answered by another further away on his left. A firm hand clamped over his mouth and dragged him away from the light of the fire and passed the watch of the sentries.
The face of Haldir was suddenly angrily before him. "If I find you have caused her any harm I will kill you myself." He hissed. Eomer saw the Estelara hanging from his throat with some jealousy.
He was gagged and his wrists were bound and he was left in the darkness under the watch of another Elf. He watched in amazement as Haldir crept silently back towards the camp, passing no more than six feet away from one of the men on watch and continued on to silently take Naltariel from where she was.
She was taken, as he was but gentler, from the camp into the darkness beyond. He could still slightly see the form of Haldir, and he did not miss when Naltariel came awake and threw her arms around him in a tight embrace.
"Stop staring upon them in awe, Edain, they were meant to be together." The Elf watching him said quietly. Eomer turned to take his first look upon the second Elf and found, in surprise, that they looked almost the same as Haldir but of a little slightly of height and build. He ignored the Elf's orders and continued to watch them.
They came towards him, moving as one as they shared the same cloak. Naltariel knelt at his side and, gesturing him to be quiet, ungagged him and unbound his wrists. She drew the second Elf into a friendly hug.
"Ta tyaro honnya mane ana cen elye, Orophin." (It does my heart good to see you) She whispered sitting back in the grass. Haldir's arm wrapped around her protectively, he had not missed the affectionate gaze the Man had been giving Naltariel.
"She says you have treated her well enough." Haldir said begrudgingly.
Eomer nodded. "As have all the men I travel with."
"Haldir, what did you say to get leave to travel this far? And with Orophin and Rumil too?" Naltariel asked as a third Elf came up to him, the exact same image as the second one Eomer had see except for a slightly more muscular build.
"He knows you have left with these Men." He murmured. "I said I was going to get you back, but without sending the armies of Lorien forth to do so, which is what he wished." He said, eyeing Eomer fiercely.
"I wont go! You would have him send me away to wed Lathun?" She asked in a harsh whisper.
"I do not believe that was truly the reason for Lord Lathun's visit to Lorien. I think he was just trying to scare you. He was angry, he still is actually." Orophin said quietly.
"How many more Elves are lurking around my men?" Eomer asked suspiciously, his eyes upon the circle the firelight made.
"There were only the three of us." The third Elf, Rumil, he supposed, answered.
Suddenly cries came from the camp. They had discovered Naltariel was missing, it would not be long until they found him missing as well and assumed what any mortal man would.
"The reputation of the Lady seems to be at stake." Eomer said softly. Haldir glared, loathing to let her go so soon. Cries again sounded from the camp, but they were in alarm rather than jest.
"There's been a struggle! The marks leave away from the camp!" One man called and soon more than fifty of the men were following the trail.
"We might as well stand up." Naltariel whispered, begining to get to her feet. Haldir pulled her back down.
"Not a word of us, Eomer." He hissed gesturing to his bow. Then Haldir and Naltariel slipped away to his right and Orophin and Rumil disappeared from his left.
They found Eomer moments later, staring off to his right in a daze. "My Lord! Are you alright? What happened?" They asked quickly, their torches lit as some stood looking for the person who had taken their Lord captive while others looked for injury upon him.
"I'm fine." Eomer said standing up and beginning to walk back towards the camp.
"My Lord! Our Naltariel is missing!" They cried. Eomer paused for a moment, looking sadly to the ground, then continued walking towards the camp without a reply. He knew Naltariel was gone. He doubted he would ever see her again now. She had Haldir and those other two Elves whom she seemed to know well. She would go with them.
Naltariel crawled quietly with Haldir through the tall grass until they reached a large boulder not too far away. They could still hear the commotion of the Men as they wondered what had happened to Eomer and who had taken him and where was "Our Naltariel".
Haldir held her close, his face buried in her neck. "I've missed you." He whispered.
She looked at him and smiled, her eyes being drawn to the Estelara hanging from his throat. "You got it." She whispered, her hand gently caressing the gold and amber.
He took her hand and brought it to his lips. "I thought, when the sparrow brought it to me, that you had been injured or lost. I gathered Orophin and Rumil as quickly as I could and convinced your father to let me and my brothers go search for you on our own, without armed forces.
"I'd feared the worst. We traveled three days both day an night, barely taking any rest or food to reach you in time." He murmured and placed a gentle kiss on her neck.
She brought her lips to his and pulled herself closer to him so that she was truly sitting in his lap. His arms wrapped around her waist, holding her close as he passionately returned the kiss. His lips traveled across her cheek and down onto her neck, he grunted softly as he long hair fell over her shoulder and shrouded him.
"Haldir?" She whispered quietly.
"Mmm?" Was all she got in reply.
She smiled. "I love you."
He pulled back and looked deep into intense blue eyes. "I love you too, melda" (Beloved) He whispered and kissed her again on the lips.
They stayed together in each others arms for a long time, but after a few hours Naltariel suddenly sat up. "Where are Rumil and Orophin? What are they doing?" She asked in shock.
Haldir laughed. "Who knows!" He said happily, then pulled her back down so her head rested on his shoulder.
That was how they were found the next morning, sleeping peacefully in each others arms. Half the Men were relieved, the other half were furious. Who was this Elf that decided he could just come in and take away their Naltariel without asking their permission.
Naltariel opened one eyes at the sound of whispering voices, above her stood half the Riders of Rohan. She sat up in shock, Haldir was still here! They Men were discussing what to do with him, whether kill him or tie him up and leave him where he was. She saw out of the corner of her eye, Haldir's hand moving slowly toward his belt where hit dagger was.
She quickly pressed her hand down on it. "Haldir!" She cried.
His eyes opened angrily and he sat up, his arm gong automatically around Naltariel. "Yes?" He asked quietly.
"Enye avan harna te." (You will not harm them) She said commandingly and got to her feet. He sighed and tossed his dagger to the ground before the assembled men in a proposition of peace. He Men laughed in his face.
"Firi." (Mortal Men) Haldir snickered getting to his feet. He found the tip of a sword, wielded by a dark haired man, at his throat. Haldir looked straight into the Mans eyes.
"Marik!" Naltariel cried out in alarm. An arrow suddenly came out of no where and pierced Mariks sword arm. The blade fell to the ground with a dull thud.
"Orophin! Rumil! No more!" She cried to the boulders surrounding them. The Elves could be any of them with their cloaks, she knew or they could be hiding behind boulders. The cloaks of Lorien did well to conceal their wearers.
"Marik, are you alright?" She asked, gently tugging the arrow from his arm. The Man cried out in pain, Haldir smirked.
"What's going on, Naltariel?" Eomer demanded, drawn to the commotion. His eyes fell instantly on the wound in his best friends arm and the arrow lying on the ground beneath him. He turned angrily upon Haldir.
"Stop stop!" Naltariel cried before a fight could begin and more blood was shed. "This is Haldir, my meldo! (Lover) My melda! (Beloved) My mate! My friend! You would not deny me him would you?" She demanded of the Men before her as she tore a strip from her cloak and bandaged Mariks wound.
There was some murmuring among the Men as they contemplated this. Haldir stepped up to Marik and gave him a small leaf from his pack. "Put this on your tongue." He ordered. Marik eyed him suspiciously. "The arrows of mine and my brothers quivers are laden with a sweet poison. Unless you wish to fall into a deep sleep and never again awake you had best do as I say."
Marik reluctantly took the leaf and put it on his tongue, the repugnant taste of it moving slowly down his throat. Naltariel laughed quietly at the face he made and he mock glared at her.
"Now, as all is well, would you leave me a moment to say my goodbyes?" She asked sweetly. The Men nodded and returned to the camp, leaving Haldir and Naltariel alone.
"Goodbye?" Haldir demanded. "I travel three days straight for you and now all you have to say is goodbye?"
"Haldir! I cannot return to Lorien! My father is furious with me! I dare not risk him truly sending me to Rivendell to wed one I did not love. It would be torture beyond that of which I could bare." Naltariel pleaded. "You can come to me whenever you may to Edoras to see me."
"Do you not miss the Golden Wood?" Haldir demanded. "And what of your mother? Lady Galadriel had still not left her chambers when I'd left. It would be a week now since she first heard of the news of your disappearance and locked herself away!"
"Then take word of me to her! Assure her I am safe and well!" She cried.
"How can I assure her that if I am not sure of it myself?" Haldir cried.
"What do you mean?" Naltariel asked quietly after a moment.
"Are you safe? Are you well? These Men would have killed me this morn for being to near you, had it not been for Orophin's arrow. How can that be well and safe? What happens when you get to Edoras and they will not let you leave?" He demanded. "What happens when they condemn you to a life of slavery and abuse? The fate your fathers fears so much. He does not worry without reason, and his anger is driven on more by fear than rage."
"They would not do that to me." Naltariel said stubbornly, shaking her head.
"How do you know?" Haldir hissed. "You have only known these Men for a week!"
Naltariel turned her back on him. "Go back to Lorien, Haldir. Tell my father whatever you wish, but tell my mother that I am fine and quite safe."
Eomer watched as Haldir angrily stormed away from Naltariel. He whistled and three horses ran towards him from far in the distance. He watched in awe as two of the boulders suddenly transformed into Elves, their long grey cloaks sweeping around behind them.
They mounted the horses, Haldir rode to Naltariel's and said something to her. She nodded stiffly then all three horses galloped away back towards the North. She watched them go for a while then turned back to the camp. As she came closer he could see tears sparkling in her eyes about to fall. He ran to her side.
"Are you alright?" He asked quietly. She nodded slightly and called for Vaiwa.
AN: YAY! I have FINALLY uploaded again and perhaps have even gotten over my writers block. I dunno, we'll just have to see. Thanx for reading.
Reviews:
blue jeans baby- yeah, but things might get better later. I dont know. I haven't figured it out yet.
Aramer- yeah. . . I think this is a sad story. lol, I'm not quite sure tho. . .
TigerLily: you were right! It did. . . . kinda! lol. I am 47% writers block free.
My Arwen: What would Eomer have said to Naltariel to stop her from sending to jewel to Haldir? She has no notion of his feelings and he has no right to utter them when she obviously loves another.
Cara: Thanx for your review! :D
Jade Goddess: The fate of Celebrian may be brought into it later, but for the moment it doesn't really fit anywhere.
Sofasoap: Thanx for the review! :D
AN: I am so so so so so so so so so so so so so so sorry for making you all wait so long. I just ran into some MAJOR writers block and plus I suddenly became really really unmotivated. Sorry ^-^
Three more days of riding passed without incident and his Men had come to accept her presence completely. They had come to call her "Our Naltariel" as formality had begun to slip away. They still remained courteous to her and, whether because of his threat or that they truly did not wish it, none had tried to harm her nor take advantage of her.
"Naltariel!" Marik called from the fire one night. "Come our Naltariel, tell us a tale of your people."
She smiled and she came and sat by his side and told all assembled a story of an Elf named Nimrodel and of her lover, Amroth, waiting at the Grey Havens for her to come to him. But she never arrived at the Havens and her lover dove from the ship that was bearing him and tried to swim for the shore to wait for her but drown in the attempt.
"What happened to Nimrodel the fair, none know. Some say she perished and some say she still wanders the Misty Mountains, where she was last seen, singing sad songs of times long past. The River Nimrodel that flows from the mountains and meets with the River Celebrant carries her song if you listen near it's shores." She finished her tale.
"A sad time it will be when the Elves are gone from Middle-Earth. They carry such tales as we have never heard before. They will be lost when the Elves leave." Said one Man from the other side of the fire, his name was Rira and he seemed to be one of the Men most interested in the ways of the Elves.
"Perhaps, but then you may not even realize it when we are all gone." She murmured her eyes upon the fire. To anyone else who's eyes were upon the flames they seemed to form the image of a beautiful wood of golden flame. A few recognized it as the Golden Wood.
A heavy silence came upon those sitting by the fire as they were all deep in thought. At length Naltariel began to sing the song of Elbereth and Gilthoniel but this time in the elvish tongue.
"A! Elbereth Gilthoniel
silivren penna miriel
o menel aglar elenath,
Na-chaered palan-diriel
o galadhremmin ennorath,
Fanuilos, le linnathon
nef aear, si nef aeron!"
"Who is that?" A Man asked, she did not yet know his name.
"The Lord and Lady beyond the Sea." She murmured. "One day I will gaze upon the beauty of the Elves of old."
Eomer watched from a distance as Naltariel slept on a sleeping mat on the ground before the fire, there had been no trees around for her to climb up into. Sadness came to his heart as he thought that in only two more days he would be parted from her. They would reach Edoras and she would go with Marik into the city to see Eowyn and he would see her no more.
They had taught each other briefly what the other had wanted to learn, horse taming and weapons wielding. There had been many jests at both of them, when he had tried to mount a horse with no saddle and it had bolted, leaving him on his behind on the ground. When she had tried to lift his sword and found it was too heavy for her. They had had to go through all the swords of the Riders of Rohan until they finally found that one had an elvish blade it had taken after a bad run in with a troll farther to the north. He had released it gladly into the care of Naltariel, insisting it was cursed and that he was trying to sell it.
She now wore it sheathed at her side, not bothering that she could not truly wield it with skill yet. He sighed as he gazed at her still form. Such beauty the Elves had, he thought. It truly was a shame that they would soon be leaving these shores.
Suddenly a loud bird call came from his right, answered by another further away on his left. A firm hand clamped over his mouth and dragged him away from the light of the fire and passed the watch of the sentries.
The face of Haldir was suddenly angrily before him. "If I find you have caused her any harm I will kill you myself." He hissed. Eomer saw the Estelara hanging from his throat with some jealousy.
He was gagged and his wrists were bound and he was left in the darkness under the watch of another Elf. He watched in amazement as Haldir crept silently back towards the camp, passing no more than six feet away from one of the men on watch and continued on to silently take Naltariel from where she was.
She was taken, as he was but gentler, from the camp into the darkness beyond. He could still slightly see the form of Haldir, and he did not miss when Naltariel came awake and threw her arms around him in a tight embrace.
"Stop staring upon them in awe, Edain, they were meant to be together." The Elf watching him said quietly. Eomer turned to take his first look upon the second Elf and found, in surprise, that they looked almost the same as Haldir but of a little slightly of height and build. He ignored the Elf's orders and continued to watch them.
They came towards him, moving as one as they shared the same cloak. Naltariel knelt at his side and, gesturing him to be quiet, ungagged him and unbound his wrists. She drew the second Elf into a friendly hug.
"Ta tyaro honnya mane ana cen elye, Orophin." (It does my heart good to see you) She whispered sitting back in the grass. Haldir's arm wrapped around her protectively, he had not missed the affectionate gaze the Man had been giving Naltariel.
"She says you have treated her well enough." Haldir said begrudgingly.
Eomer nodded. "As have all the men I travel with."
"Haldir, what did you say to get leave to travel this far? And with Orophin and Rumil too?" Naltariel asked as a third Elf came up to him, the exact same image as the second one Eomer had see except for a slightly more muscular build.
"He knows you have left with these Men." He murmured. "I said I was going to get you back, but without sending the armies of Lorien forth to do so, which is what he wished." He said, eyeing Eomer fiercely.
"I wont go! You would have him send me away to wed Lathun?" She asked in a harsh whisper.
"I do not believe that was truly the reason for Lord Lathun's visit to Lorien. I think he was just trying to scare you. He was angry, he still is actually." Orophin said quietly.
"How many more Elves are lurking around my men?" Eomer asked suspiciously, his eyes upon the circle the firelight made.
"There were only the three of us." The third Elf, Rumil, he supposed, answered.
Suddenly cries came from the camp. They had discovered Naltariel was missing, it would not be long until they found him missing as well and assumed what any mortal man would.
"The reputation of the Lady seems to be at stake." Eomer said softly. Haldir glared, loathing to let her go so soon. Cries again sounded from the camp, but they were in alarm rather than jest.
"There's been a struggle! The marks leave away from the camp!" One man called and soon more than fifty of the men were following the trail.
"We might as well stand up." Naltariel whispered, begining to get to her feet. Haldir pulled her back down.
"Not a word of us, Eomer." He hissed gesturing to his bow. Then Haldir and Naltariel slipped away to his right and Orophin and Rumil disappeared from his left.
They found Eomer moments later, staring off to his right in a daze. "My Lord! Are you alright? What happened?" They asked quickly, their torches lit as some stood looking for the person who had taken their Lord captive while others looked for injury upon him.
"I'm fine." Eomer said standing up and beginning to walk back towards the camp.
"My Lord! Our Naltariel is missing!" They cried. Eomer paused for a moment, looking sadly to the ground, then continued walking towards the camp without a reply. He knew Naltariel was gone. He doubted he would ever see her again now. She had Haldir and those other two Elves whom she seemed to know well. She would go with them.
Naltariel crawled quietly with Haldir through the tall grass until they reached a large boulder not too far away. They could still hear the commotion of the Men as they wondered what had happened to Eomer and who had taken him and where was "Our Naltariel".
Haldir held her close, his face buried in her neck. "I've missed you." He whispered.
She looked at him and smiled, her eyes being drawn to the Estelara hanging from his throat. "You got it." She whispered, her hand gently caressing the gold and amber.
He took her hand and brought it to his lips. "I thought, when the sparrow brought it to me, that you had been injured or lost. I gathered Orophin and Rumil as quickly as I could and convinced your father to let me and my brothers go search for you on our own, without armed forces.
"I'd feared the worst. We traveled three days both day an night, barely taking any rest or food to reach you in time." He murmured and placed a gentle kiss on her neck.
She brought her lips to his and pulled herself closer to him so that she was truly sitting in his lap. His arms wrapped around her waist, holding her close as he passionately returned the kiss. His lips traveled across her cheek and down onto her neck, he grunted softly as he long hair fell over her shoulder and shrouded him.
"Haldir?" She whispered quietly.
"Mmm?" Was all she got in reply.
She smiled. "I love you."
He pulled back and looked deep into intense blue eyes. "I love you too, melda" (Beloved) He whispered and kissed her again on the lips.
They stayed together in each others arms for a long time, but after a few hours Naltariel suddenly sat up. "Where are Rumil and Orophin? What are they doing?" She asked in shock.
Haldir laughed. "Who knows!" He said happily, then pulled her back down so her head rested on his shoulder.
That was how they were found the next morning, sleeping peacefully in each others arms. Half the Men were relieved, the other half were furious. Who was this Elf that decided he could just come in and take away their Naltariel without asking their permission.
Naltariel opened one eyes at the sound of whispering voices, above her stood half the Riders of Rohan. She sat up in shock, Haldir was still here! They Men were discussing what to do with him, whether kill him or tie him up and leave him where he was. She saw out of the corner of her eye, Haldir's hand moving slowly toward his belt where hit dagger was.
She quickly pressed her hand down on it. "Haldir!" She cried.
His eyes opened angrily and he sat up, his arm gong automatically around Naltariel. "Yes?" He asked quietly.
"Enye avan harna te." (You will not harm them) She said commandingly and got to her feet. He sighed and tossed his dagger to the ground before the assembled men in a proposition of peace. He Men laughed in his face.
"Firi." (Mortal Men) Haldir snickered getting to his feet. He found the tip of a sword, wielded by a dark haired man, at his throat. Haldir looked straight into the Mans eyes.
"Marik!" Naltariel cried out in alarm. An arrow suddenly came out of no where and pierced Mariks sword arm. The blade fell to the ground with a dull thud.
"Orophin! Rumil! No more!" She cried to the boulders surrounding them. The Elves could be any of them with their cloaks, she knew or they could be hiding behind boulders. The cloaks of Lorien did well to conceal their wearers.
"Marik, are you alright?" She asked, gently tugging the arrow from his arm. The Man cried out in pain, Haldir smirked.
"What's going on, Naltariel?" Eomer demanded, drawn to the commotion. His eyes fell instantly on the wound in his best friends arm and the arrow lying on the ground beneath him. He turned angrily upon Haldir.
"Stop stop!" Naltariel cried before a fight could begin and more blood was shed. "This is Haldir, my meldo! (Lover) My melda! (Beloved) My mate! My friend! You would not deny me him would you?" She demanded of the Men before her as she tore a strip from her cloak and bandaged Mariks wound.
There was some murmuring among the Men as they contemplated this. Haldir stepped up to Marik and gave him a small leaf from his pack. "Put this on your tongue." He ordered. Marik eyed him suspiciously. "The arrows of mine and my brothers quivers are laden with a sweet poison. Unless you wish to fall into a deep sleep and never again awake you had best do as I say."
Marik reluctantly took the leaf and put it on his tongue, the repugnant taste of it moving slowly down his throat. Naltariel laughed quietly at the face he made and he mock glared at her.
"Now, as all is well, would you leave me a moment to say my goodbyes?" She asked sweetly. The Men nodded and returned to the camp, leaving Haldir and Naltariel alone.
"Goodbye?" Haldir demanded. "I travel three days straight for you and now all you have to say is goodbye?"
"Haldir! I cannot return to Lorien! My father is furious with me! I dare not risk him truly sending me to Rivendell to wed one I did not love. It would be torture beyond that of which I could bare." Naltariel pleaded. "You can come to me whenever you may to Edoras to see me."
"Do you not miss the Golden Wood?" Haldir demanded. "And what of your mother? Lady Galadriel had still not left her chambers when I'd left. It would be a week now since she first heard of the news of your disappearance and locked herself away!"
"Then take word of me to her! Assure her I am safe and well!" She cried.
"How can I assure her that if I am not sure of it myself?" Haldir cried.
"What do you mean?" Naltariel asked quietly after a moment.
"Are you safe? Are you well? These Men would have killed me this morn for being to near you, had it not been for Orophin's arrow. How can that be well and safe? What happens when you get to Edoras and they will not let you leave?" He demanded. "What happens when they condemn you to a life of slavery and abuse? The fate your fathers fears so much. He does not worry without reason, and his anger is driven on more by fear than rage."
"They would not do that to me." Naltariel said stubbornly, shaking her head.
"How do you know?" Haldir hissed. "You have only known these Men for a week!"
Naltariel turned her back on him. "Go back to Lorien, Haldir. Tell my father whatever you wish, but tell my mother that I am fine and quite safe."
Eomer watched as Haldir angrily stormed away from Naltariel. He whistled and three horses ran towards him from far in the distance. He watched in awe as two of the boulders suddenly transformed into Elves, their long grey cloaks sweeping around behind them.
They mounted the horses, Haldir rode to Naltariel's and said something to her. She nodded stiffly then all three horses galloped away back towards the North. She watched them go for a while then turned back to the camp. As she came closer he could see tears sparkling in her eyes about to fall. He ran to her side.
"Are you alright?" He asked quietly. She nodded slightly and called for Vaiwa.
AN: YAY! I have FINALLY uploaded again and perhaps have even gotten over my writers block. I dunno, we'll just have to see. Thanx for reading.