Boromir, Thou Shall Live
By Priscilla Stafford
Author's Note: Sorry it took a little longer than usual for this update! This was a pretty hard chapter to write, especially the first part of this chapter which is basically in two parts. I'll explain more about why it was difficult at the Author's Note after the chapter.
Thanks so much to all my reviewers! You are a constant inspiration for me to keep writing and I really appreciate all your reviews! I'm glad to see most of you are happy to see that Haldir is alive and well.
Of course I only posed another question, what is Rumil doing there in the first place? Your questions will be answered in this chapter. Enjoy!
All special thanks to reviewers are at the bottom of the chapters.
Chapter Seventeen: The Hope of Dawn
By the time they had reached the caves in the Deep, Haldir was exhausted. He knew that he had lost too much blood to hold on much longer. But he knew he must continue to lead his men, it was his responsibility and he would fulfill it to the end.
The Elves of Lothlorien finally made it inside the caves and saw that many of the men of Rohan had also made it. Haldir took in with a quick glance where the Elves could help support and strengthen their defense.
But before he could give out any kind of order, Haldir felt a hand grip his arm. "Muindor, everything is under control here," spoke Rumil. "These cave openings are strategically placed so that none can force an entrance."
"My place is here..."
"When you have your injury looked after. Besides, you are as pale as your blood is disturbingly red." At his words, Haldir looked down where he still kept his hand pressed to the wound. The blood was seeping through his fingers and dripping to the ground. At the sight of the blood, Haldir felt himself become slightly dizzy.
Noticing how Haldir suddenly became ashen, Rumil tightened his hold on his older brother's arm. "Haldir, please."
Haldir could only nod. Rumil, promising to return quickly, left in search of someone. Haldir, alone though there was a fevered activity throughout the caves, leaned heavily against the walls of the cave. He closed his eyes and tried to gather his much needed strength. If he could just rest for a moment...
Rumil was soon back, together with a boy maybe in his early teens. "This is Einon. He will lead you to where you can have your wound tended to." Then for some reason, Rumil gave Haldir a smile. "I think that later you will thank me for making you leave." Before Haldir could question Rumil's strange words, the Elf left to help with the defense.
For a few minutes Haldir did not leave, just watching. As captain, he felt it his duty to make sure everything was in capable hands before he left. But Rumil was trained well and gave out orders with a practiced ease. The men of Rohan seeing this also welcomed his command and obeyed him without qualms.
Hearing a shuffle of feet, Haldir turned to see that Einon was waiting for him, obviously nervous by the way he kept shifting his weight upon his feet. Immediately, Haldir felt sorry for the lad. He shouldn't be here, fighting with men against such a dark foe at such a young age. And he wasn't making it any better for it was obvious the boy was nervous in the presence of the Elf. Haldir kindly smiled down at Einon. "Thank you for waiting so patiently."
Immediately, Einon visibly relaxed and hastened to reply. "Not at all, my lord. You obviously have much on your mind."
The Elf smiled. The first thing he sensed about the boy was the childlike innocence of man when at such young ages. He hoped that the precious innocence would never be snatched away from him. "Lead on, young sir, for it appears you are my guide."
Einon grinned and began to walk deeper into the caverns of the Deep, Haldir right behind him.
The longer they walked, the more Haldir began to regret the decision in listening to Rumil. For each footstep echoed through the vast domes of the caves, reminding Haldir that he was no longer under the endless sky. The torches hung everywhere only enhanced the murky dampness by casting shadows throughout the cavern. Feeling a strange weight upon his heart, Haldir concentrated only on the path instead of the solid rock ceiling above.
Haldir saw that Einon had disappeared. Darting his eyes around, he realized that the boy had entered a narrow hall.
Suddenly, Haldir found his feet rooted to the ground. Realization of how deep inside the mountain he was standing in struck him straight into his heart and mind. Haldir felt himself break into a cold sweat, the thought of the ceiling overhead threatening to close in. He found it hard to breathe as the closeness of the air nearly suffocated him. In the haziness of his mind, it became strangely clear how everything could be heard even more clearly, that the whole air vibrated with each labored breath he took. His muscles were all tensed and a slight tremble took hold of his hands.
Never in his life had he felt this... this frightened.
"My lord?" Einon's voice broke into Haldir's thoughts and for one brief second, halted the Elf's fears.
With a trembling hand, Haldir rubbed his forehead and tried to take control of himself. He must not allow his fear to take hold of his body and mind. He tried to smile but seeing that the boy did not look reassured decided that it hadn't come out right.
"It is nothing, Einon. My injury troubles me."
Einon nodded gravely. "Some supplies and bandages are just through this corridor."
Haldir drew in a deep breath. Just through that corridor.
He must be strong. He knew his limits and the blood loss was already making him feel faint along with the sudden attack of nerves. He reassured himself that it would be done as soon as possible.
The Elf reached out his hand towards his guide. "Einon, would you mind very much if I could lean on you."
The request made Einon scramble towards Haldir with a childish eagerness which made Haldir smile in spite of himself. He rested his hand comfortable on the boy's shoulder and squeezed it, telling the boy to continue.
And so they passed through the dark corridor. The feeling of claustrophobia grew so that Haldir was gripping Einon's shoulder tightly, hoping to get some comfort from the boy's presence. Forcing one foot in front of the other, the whole time Haldir prayed silently to the Valar that they would be through quickly.
Fortunately, the narrow passage was short and in no time the two has passed into a spacious cavern. Though Haldir breathed easier, he was still ill at ease. Oh, how he wished to breathe the free air again!
Around the cavern were numerous injured men. Some lay on the ground, grievously wounded so were tended by others. Some were bandaging their own wounds while sitting on barrels of supplies. And still some others, mostly young boys, were carrying buckets of water and medical supplies to the wounded.
Haldir felt Einon squirm under his hand. The Elf released his hold on the boy and waited for him to speak. "My lord, if I may leave now..."
For some reason, the thought of the lad leaving him here in the cavern without anyone he knew chilled Haldir slightly. But he forced a smile and thanked his guide.
"There is an Elf lady who can look at your wounds," Einon said. At his words, Haldir froze. Elf lady? Here? Einon seemed not to notice his surprise and lowered his voice as if saying some sort of secret. "Everyone is saying how beautiful she is." With a smile, Einon scurried away leaving a puzzled Haldir behind.
For some reason, Haldir knew that he had to find this Elf lady. With his eyes he searched the cavern. Then he saw her. He saw her, his own. His own Isilme.
She too caught sight of him at the same moment he did. She stood up from where she was leaning down to lay some blankets on the ground. With gliding steps she walked straight up to Haldir, a smile upon her lips.
Haldir still couldn't believe his eyes. Isilme, his love, was standing before him, right in front of him! He knew not why she was here, but with his whole heart he knew that it really did not matter at this moment.
Isilme frowned. "What is wrong? You are so silent." She reached out to lightly touch his cheek.
Her touch suddenly seemed to jolt Haldir out of his surprise in seeing her. He smiled to let her know it was all right and took her hand which was still upon his cheek. "Your presence here surprised me so much, words failed me."
She drew back her hand and with a worried tone said, "You are not angry that I am here, are you?"
"How can I be angry at you?" As if to make her believe his words, he took her hand and brushed his lips against it. "I can never be angry with you." He squeezed her hand gently, her skin so soft yet so cold. "Your hands are cold."
Isilme became serious. "In truth, I cannot abide these caves. Before, I was allowed to stay with the Rohirrim horses, much closer to the entrance. But when the wounded started coming in, here was where the supplies were." She lifted her chin slightly as if showing her determination. "As a healer, it was my duty to be here. And yet, I do not like it, for this place suffocates me. But I cannot complain. These wounded men have not complained, nor shall I."
Haldir felt pride stir for this Elf-maiden who would cast aside her fears to do what she could do. Again he brought her hand up and kissed her fingertips. She smiled and said chidingly, "I know not why you mention that my hands are cold, my love. For your hands are, too."
"Once more."
"What?" Isilme asked, not understanding what he meant.
"Say again what you just called me."
Her gaze softened as she understood. In a low voice she whispered, "My love."
The Elf warrior could not believe how fortunate he was to have her love. He doubted very much he deserved it, her love to him such a precious gift he was afraid it would disappear as if it was all a dream.
His thoughts were cut off by Isilme speaking in a worried tone. "Haldir, you've been injured." Haldir looked down at his injury and was surprised to discover that he had forgotten all about it. She pulled him towards one of the barrels, making him sit down. She gently pulled his hand from where he had been keeping a constant pressure to try to hold back the bleeding.
Isilme neither grimaced nor made any expression as she ordered Haldir to take off his armor and shirt. He complied without any complaints while Isilme went off for some supplies. She returned presently with a bucket of water and some cloth. By that time, Haldir had finished undressing from the waist up. He took washed his bloodied hand while making sure to give Isilme clear room in which to tend his injury.
As she washed away the blood, Haldir couldn't help but ask Isilme the question foremost in his mind. "Isilme, you must tell me why you are here for I thought I had left you back in Lothlorien."
"I had every intention of staying in Lothlorien, as I had always done whenever you left our woods. Always I had waited, hoping and wishing that the next time we met, I could tell you what was truly in my heart."
She paused as she began probing the deep cut into Haldir's flesh. The Elf winced though her touch was gentle. As she took out a pack of healing herbs from her pouch and began putting a salve upon the wound, she continued. "But this time was different. For this time I knew of your love for me, and this time you were going to a battle far away. I was so afraid you would not come back."
Isilme stopped speaking again as she began to bind a tight bandage around his midsection. Haldir watched her closely, waiting for her to speak again which she did shortly. "I am no warrior, I had no chance of following you as a warrior. But a healer I am." For the first time since Isilme began explaining how she came to be in Helm's Deep, she looked into up into Haldir's eyes. "I not only came to follow you, I came also for these people. This is not only a battle for the people of Rohan, this is a battle which will determine the fate of all Middle Earth. All of Middle Earth, including Lothlorien. I couldn't stay back, not when I am needed. Can you, will you understand that?"
Throughout her narrative, Isilme had spoken with her usual calm voice. But towards the end, Haldir could here an urgency in her voice, for she wanted so much for him to understand. And indeed he did.
No words were spoken as Haldir reached out for her and drew her upon his lap to hold her in a tight embrace. She rested her head comfortably on his shoulder with Haldir's arms wrapped around her. "I understand," Haldir whispered in her ear. "I do so admire you Isilme. I admire your strength and your kind heart." He kissed the top of her head just as Isilme pulled back so they were face to face.
She had a smile upon her face as she said, "Rumil had said something of the same sort when I told him of my intentions to follow."
"Rumil?" Haldir had almost forgotten all about his own brother. "So that is the reason he is here."
Isilme nodded. "I had been almost afraid to ask him to accompany me. But on the contrary, he was the one who wouldn't even consider my leaving on my own. After that, everything was simple. Galadriel let us leave with all of her blessing."
So, even Galadriel had allowed Isilme to come with the escort of Rumil. Haldir was never one to argue against any decision of the Lady of Lorien. "Do you know that Rumil saved my life out there in battle?"
"Then I am doubly grateful that I had thought to ask him to come. I must remember to thank him later on." Isilme brought up her hand and with a finger traced the pendant she had given him back in Lothlorien, the crescent moon pendant. Her face softened as if she was reminiscing.
"What are you thinking of, my love?" Haldir asked quietly.
"I am remembering the day you told me... that you loved me." She brought her finger up to barely trace his lower lip. "The day you first kissed me."
Haldir, too, remembered that day more clearly than any other memory he had. And how sweet the kiss had been. He tenderly placed a hand around her head and brought her lips to meet his in a soft and oh, so gentle kiss. He felt her place her hands on his face, deepening the kiss even more. That moment seemed like one captured in time, one for all eternity. Complete bliss, complete purity; and Haldir never wanted it to end.
"It seems an Elf's heart beats so loud a Dwarf could find him blindfolded!"
The two Elves abruptly ended the kiss and turned to face the speaker, a very pleased looking Gimli. Isilme hastily got off Haldir lap, her cheeks flushed a light pink. Even through the awkward situation, Haldir noted that the Elf-maiden still looked beautiful even through her embarrassment.
"And you Dwarves never seem to remember your manners," Haldir said dryly trying to lighten the situation.
"Hmph. I don't see much of manners in the way that a Dwarf is allowed to bleed to death while waiting for someone to take notice of him." Haldir saw that indeed, Gimli had a large gash on his forehead, blood trickling down his face.
"Your pardon Master Dwarf," Isilme said, her features now composed. "Allow me." She gestured for him to sit next to Haldir.
Gimli sat down with a snort. "No pardon necessary. It is only a scratch. Hardly worth the trouble, only that the blood hinders my sight in battle." He cast his gaze up and down Isilme, then rested his gaze on Haldir. "So Elf. I did not think you the kind to fall into the pit of love."
Haldir chuckled. "I do not think I would call love a pit, Lord Gimli."
"Ah, but it is indeed a pit. Tell me, would you try to escape from her love?"
"Indeed not," Haldir replied, looking towards Isilme who appeared to be listening to the conversation. "I do not want to, nor could I if I did want to."
"My point exactly. Love is just as inescapable as being caught at the bottom of a pit."
Both Haldir and Isilme laughed. "That is indeed a very clever interpretation of love," Isilme said. She bent over to wipe the blood from Gimli's forehead and bound a bandage tightly across his brow. "There, I hope this hinders you not in your battle."
Gimli stood up. "Well, it takes much to hinder any Dwarf in hewing off an orc head or two. Even now, I am itching for more combat." He gestured for Haldir to follow. "Will you not come with me, Haldir? I still have many more Uruk-Hai to kill before the dawn comes."
Nodding his head, Haldir began to put his shirt and armor back on. But before he did, he brought his hands around his neck to unclasp the necklace Isilme had given him. She stopped him though by placing a hand on the pendant. "You can return it to me when this is all over."
When this was all over... Haldir smiled wistfully. He hoped for both his and her sake, this will indeed be all over with soon. With a start, he remembered what he kept in the pouch still hanging around his neck. He opened the pouch and took out the silver ring. Seeing that Isilme's eyes had widened, Haldir couldn't help but smile. He took her hand and slipped the finger on. "I would like you to keep this for me, until this is all over." Kissing her on the cheek he also whispered, "I would get used to wearing it if I were you."
With the pleasure of seeing his loved one blush once more, he finished dressing. The Elf tested his wound by bending and twisting at his waist slightly. He couldn't move around too much, but fortunately it was not too painful.
"Lead on, Gimli, I am ready." But before either of them could take a step, Isilme stopped them with putting her hands on their arms. She leaned down to plant a quick kiss on the Dwarf's cheek. She ignored Gimli as he muttered about such confusing Elf-maidens, but Haldir could tell that the Dwarf was indeed pleased by her action.
She turned next to face Haldir. Her expression was unreadable. No words were and couldn't be spoken. Instead, Haldir just drew her into a tight embrace. She whispered in his ear. "Be safe."
"I will." They drew back only to kiss once more. Haldir took both of her hands in his. In surprise he said, "Your hands are warm now."
Isilme smiled softly. "So are yours."
Haldir kissed her once more then left with Gimli, his heart warmed as were his hands. Indeed, love was a strange thing. It made everything else obsolete, including his claustrophobia of being so deep in the mountain. His love had strengthened his resolve to win this battle. And the memory of Isilme had him hold on to the hope of seeing her yet once again so he could hold her in his arms.
"So, Haldir. Do you not see how beautiful these caves are?" Gimli pointed upwards to the ceiling and Haldir looked up. The sight took his breath away.
There were gems, crystals, and veins of precious ore glinting on the walls and the light from the torches glowed through the folded marbles, shell- like and translucent. There were columns of white and saffron and dawn- rose, fluted and twisted into dreamlike forms.
Haldir heard Gimli scoff, "Caves, they say! Caves! Holes to fly to in time of war, to store fodder in! My good Haldir, do you not see that these caverns are vast and beautiful?"
And indeed, Haldir for some minutes in time appreciated the beauty of something he had before could not have appreciated.
Yes, love was indeed a strange thing, to open his eyes from the clouded fog of the earlier fear of caves he had.
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"Aragorn, are you sure you want to do this?" Legolas asked in a worried tone. The eastern sky was growing pale now, dawn was finally fast approaching.
The Elf and Aragorn were now standing just below the stairs of the inner court of the Hornburg leading up to the walkway above the great gates. The Uruk-Hais were still trying to force their way in from the gates, yet due to the piled up beams and rocks they could not get through. The Rohirrim knew that it wouldn't be too long before they would use the fires of Orthanc to blast the gate apart.
That was the reason for Legolas's hesitation in Aragorn going above the gates to speak with the enemy orcs.
Aragorn shook his head. "Legolas, this is something I must do."
Shifting his feet nervously, for he liked not the situation, Legolas spoke. "Then let me go with you."
"Only if you promise not to interfere with what I will do."
"A hard thing to ask, but I will honor your wishes." Legolas would do whatever he could to offer support to his friend and future king. And he knew that Aragorn understood that. Together they climbed up the stairs. Aragorn signaled for Legolas to kneel down behind the safety of the parapet.
Aragorn stood above the great gates, heedless of the darts of the enemy. The Elf tightly clenched his hands into fists for he was worried for the safety of Aragorn. But he would not argue, he would not interfere. He would only watch.
He saw Aragorn raise his empty hand, palm outward in token of parley.
Legolas gritted his teeth as he heard the Uruk-Hais yell and jeer. "Come down! Come down!" they cried. Out of the throng he heard one Uruk-Hai speak up. "If you wish to speak to us, come down! Bring out your king! We are the fighting Uruk-Hai. We will fetch him from his hole, if he does not come Bring out your skulking king!"
Aragorn's face expression did not change as he said, "The king stays or comes at his own will. I have only come out to look at the dawn."
At his words, the enemy only laughed and jeered the louder. "We are the Uruk-Hai, we do not stop the fight for night or day, for fair weather or for storm. We come to kill, by sun or moon. What of the dawn?"
It was no use, could not Aragorn see that. Legolas tried to signal for Aragorn to come down but the Ranger did not take any heed to him. "None knows what the new day shall bring him," Aragorn said. "Get you gone, ere it turn to your evil."
An Uruk-Hais voice could be heard over the throng. "Get down or we will shoot you from the wall," he cried. "This is no parley. You have nothing to say."
"I have still this to say," answered Aragorn in a loud voice. "No enemy has yet taken the Hornburg. Depart, or not one of you will be spared. Not one will be left alive to take back tidings to the North. You do not know your peril."
For the first time since they had reached the top of the wall, Legolas really gazed up at Aragorn. So great a power and royalty was revealed in the man as he stood there that Legolas wondered for a moment if this was the same Ranger he knew. Aragorn seemed to feel the Elf's eyes upon him and looked down at him.
And there was only one thing Legolas could really do in the presence of the man, this man who would be king. He brought his hand up to touch his forehead then bowed his head before Aragorn in a gesture of fealty.
He felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up into the eyes of Aragorn. "Come, my friend. We must leave for I fear what they will do next."
Suddenly, there was a roar and a blast of fire as the whole wall shook. "Hurry!" Aragorn yelled. He helped pull Legolas up and together they leaped off the wall just as the archway crumbled and crashed in smoke and dust.
Landing on their feet with a jolt, Legolas turned to see that the barricade was scattered as if by a thunderbolt. Seeing that Aragorn was safe, they ran to the king's tower. King Theoden and the lords of the House of Eorl the Young were already astride their horses. Legolas saw that Bawuer was holding the reigns to Hasufel and Arod. Bawuer offered the reigns to Aragorn and Legolas with a bow.
Legolas and Aragorn leaped on their horses just as Theoden signaled for the men to sound the great horn of Helm.
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Author's Note: So, are you surprised that Isilme is at Helm's Deep?! Well, I think I hinted at it a bit when I wrote at the end of chapter 7, "Her face changed suddenly as if she had made a decision and she went down one of the corridors, a plan forming in her mind." I was surprised that no one had picked up on that but I didn't say anything, wanted to make it a surprise. I really hope you're all ok with the fact that Isilme is there, but I wanted her there to show how important the battle of Helm's Deep was. She understood that and knew her healing skills could be put to use. And besides, her beloved Haldir was there. ^_^
I hope I was able to write everything out well. I really wanted to focus the first part about the difference in Haldir from when he was going in the caves to when he was going out. I was always curious about how Elves must feel about caves, hopefully I've written out the 'claustrophobic' feelings Haldir has well. And hopefully, I conveyed how in the end, both Elves 'hands were warm', symbolizing how their love could surpass the bounds of fear.
Well, the battle of Helm's Deep is coming to a close, I believe the next chapter will be the last of Helm's Deep. And so here's a question for all your faithful readers. I haven't really decided on where Haldir will go from here. Will he return to Lorien or stay with Boromir? I just wanted to hear what you all feel about him.
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*Aelimir* ~ Hello again! Yup, Sean Bean does star in Black Beauty. I don't really think he dies, he plays the farmer who helps in the birth of Black Beauty and trains him. Yeah, it's funny how he always seems to die in his movies. Hee hee! Well, I'm sure you're surprised to see that Isilme is here! So, what do you think? Should Haldir go back to Lorien with Isilme, or continue to team-up with Boromir for some more adventures? Thanks so much for ALL your suggestions! In actuality, you gave me a pretty cool idea (which I'm sorry to say I'm not going to reveal at this moment!). But I promise, when I write the part out, I'll remember to give you due credit for giving me the idea. Boromir's meeting of ANY members of the Fellowship besides Gandalf is going to be SO much fun to write! *smiles*! Sorry, but I don't think Boromir's going to meet with Treebeard, I'll have to see how the rest of the story flows. I have some studying to do now of the book "The Return of the King" since I'm finishing up with "The Two Towers" section of the story. Once again, thanks for always reviewing!
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By Priscilla Stafford
Author's Note: Sorry it took a little longer than usual for this update! This was a pretty hard chapter to write, especially the first part of this chapter which is basically in two parts. I'll explain more about why it was difficult at the Author's Note after the chapter.
Thanks so much to all my reviewers! You are a constant inspiration for me to keep writing and I really appreciate all your reviews! I'm glad to see most of you are happy to see that Haldir is alive and well.
Of course I only posed another question, what is Rumil doing there in the first place? Your questions will be answered in this chapter. Enjoy!
All special thanks to reviewers are at the bottom of the chapters.
Chapter Seventeen: The Hope of Dawn
By the time they had reached the caves in the Deep, Haldir was exhausted. He knew that he had lost too much blood to hold on much longer. But he knew he must continue to lead his men, it was his responsibility and he would fulfill it to the end.
The Elves of Lothlorien finally made it inside the caves and saw that many of the men of Rohan had also made it. Haldir took in with a quick glance where the Elves could help support and strengthen their defense.
But before he could give out any kind of order, Haldir felt a hand grip his arm. "Muindor, everything is under control here," spoke Rumil. "These cave openings are strategically placed so that none can force an entrance."
"My place is here..."
"When you have your injury looked after. Besides, you are as pale as your blood is disturbingly red." At his words, Haldir looked down where he still kept his hand pressed to the wound. The blood was seeping through his fingers and dripping to the ground. At the sight of the blood, Haldir felt himself become slightly dizzy.
Noticing how Haldir suddenly became ashen, Rumil tightened his hold on his older brother's arm. "Haldir, please."
Haldir could only nod. Rumil, promising to return quickly, left in search of someone. Haldir, alone though there was a fevered activity throughout the caves, leaned heavily against the walls of the cave. He closed his eyes and tried to gather his much needed strength. If he could just rest for a moment...
Rumil was soon back, together with a boy maybe in his early teens. "This is Einon. He will lead you to where you can have your wound tended to." Then for some reason, Rumil gave Haldir a smile. "I think that later you will thank me for making you leave." Before Haldir could question Rumil's strange words, the Elf left to help with the defense.
For a few minutes Haldir did not leave, just watching. As captain, he felt it his duty to make sure everything was in capable hands before he left. But Rumil was trained well and gave out orders with a practiced ease. The men of Rohan seeing this also welcomed his command and obeyed him without qualms.
Hearing a shuffle of feet, Haldir turned to see that Einon was waiting for him, obviously nervous by the way he kept shifting his weight upon his feet. Immediately, Haldir felt sorry for the lad. He shouldn't be here, fighting with men against such a dark foe at such a young age. And he wasn't making it any better for it was obvious the boy was nervous in the presence of the Elf. Haldir kindly smiled down at Einon. "Thank you for waiting so patiently."
Immediately, Einon visibly relaxed and hastened to reply. "Not at all, my lord. You obviously have much on your mind."
The Elf smiled. The first thing he sensed about the boy was the childlike innocence of man when at such young ages. He hoped that the precious innocence would never be snatched away from him. "Lead on, young sir, for it appears you are my guide."
Einon grinned and began to walk deeper into the caverns of the Deep, Haldir right behind him.
The longer they walked, the more Haldir began to regret the decision in listening to Rumil. For each footstep echoed through the vast domes of the caves, reminding Haldir that he was no longer under the endless sky. The torches hung everywhere only enhanced the murky dampness by casting shadows throughout the cavern. Feeling a strange weight upon his heart, Haldir concentrated only on the path instead of the solid rock ceiling above.
Haldir saw that Einon had disappeared. Darting his eyes around, he realized that the boy had entered a narrow hall.
Suddenly, Haldir found his feet rooted to the ground. Realization of how deep inside the mountain he was standing in struck him straight into his heart and mind. Haldir felt himself break into a cold sweat, the thought of the ceiling overhead threatening to close in. He found it hard to breathe as the closeness of the air nearly suffocated him. In the haziness of his mind, it became strangely clear how everything could be heard even more clearly, that the whole air vibrated with each labored breath he took. His muscles were all tensed and a slight tremble took hold of his hands.
Never in his life had he felt this... this frightened.
"My lord?" Einon's voice broke into Haldir's thoughts and for one brief second, halted the Elf's fears.
With a trembling hand, Haldir rubbed his forehead and tried to take control of himself. He must not allow his fear to take hold of his body and mind. He tried to smile but seeing that the boy did not look reassured decided that it hadn't come out right.
"It is nothing, Einon. My injury troubles me."
Einon nodded gravely. "Some supplies and bandages are just through this corridor."
Haldir drew in a deep breath. Just through that corridor.
He must be strong. He knew his limits and the blood loss was already making him feel faint along with the sudden attack of nerves. He reassured himself that it would be done as soon as possible.
The Elf reached out his hand towards his guide. "Einon, would you mind very much if I could lean on you."
The request made Einon scramble towards Haldir with a childish eagerness which made Haldir smile in spite of himself. He rested his hand comfortable on the boy's shoulder and squeezed it, telling the boy to continue.
And so they passed through the dark corridor. The feeling of claustrophobia grew so that Haldir was gripping Einon's shoulder tightly, hoping to get some comfort from the boy's presence. Forcing one foot in front of the other, the whole time Haldir prayed silently to the Valar that they would be through quickly.
Fortunately, the narrow passage was short and in no time the two has passed into a spacious cavern. Though Haldir breathed easier, he was still ill at ease. Oh, how he wished to breathe the free air again!
Around the cavern were numerous injured men. Some lay on the ground, grievously wounded so were tended by others. Some were bandaging their own wounds while sitting on barrels of supplies. And still some others, mostly young boys, were carrying buckets of water and medical supplies to the wounded.
Haldir felt Einon squirm under his hand. The Elf released his hold on the boy and waited for him to speak. "My lord, if I may leave now..."
For some reason, the thought of the lad leaving him here in the cavern without anyone he knew chilled Haldir slightly. But he forced a smile and thanked his guide.
"There is an Elf lady who can look at your wounds," Einon said. At his words, Haldir froze. Elf lady? Here? Einon seemed not to notice his surprise and lowered his voice as if saying some sort of secret. "Everyone is saying how beautiful she is." With a smile, Einon scurried away leaving a puzzled Haldir behind.
For some reason, Haldir knew that he had to find this Elf lady. With his eyes he searched the cavern. Then he saw her. He saw her, his own. His own Isilme.
She too caught sight of him at the same moment he did. She stood up from where she was leaning down to lay some blankets on the ground. With gliding steps she walked straight up to Haldir, a smile upon her lips.
Haldir still couldn't believe his eyes. Isilme, his love, was standing before him, right in front of him! He knew not why she was here, but with his whole heart he knew that it really did not matter at this moment.
Isilme frowned. "What is wrong? You are so silent." She reached out to lightly touch his cheek.
Her touch suddenly seemed to jolt Haldir out of his surprise in seeing her. He smiled to let her know it was all right and took her hand which was still upon his cheek. "Your presence here surprised me so much, words failed me."
She drew back her hand and with a worried tone said, "You are not angry that I am here, are you?"
"How can I be angry at you?" As if to make her believe his words, he took her hand and brushed his lips against it. "I can never be angry with you." He squeezed her hand gently, her skin so soft yet so cold. "Your hands are cold."
Isilme became serious. "In truth, I cannot abide these caves. Before, I was allowed to stay with the Rohirrim horses, much closer to the entrance. But when the wounded started coming in, here was where the supplies were." She lifted her chin slightly as if showing her determination. "As a healer, it was my duty to be here. And yet, I do not like it, for this place suffocates me. But I cannot complain. These wounded men have not complained, nor shall I."
Haldir felt pride stir for this Elf-maiden who would cast aside her fears to do what she could do. Again he brought her hand up and kissed her fingertips. She smiled and said chidingly, "I know not why you mention that my hands are cold, my love. For your hands are, too."
"Once more."
"What?" Isilme asked, not understanding what he meant.
"Say again what you just called me."
Her gaze softened as she understood. In a low voice she whispered, "My love."
The Elf warrior could not believe how fortunate he was to have her love. He doubted very much he deserved it, her love to him such a precious gift he was afraid it would disappear as if it was all a dream.
His thoughts were cut off by Isilme speaking in a worried tone. "Haldir, you've been injured." Haldir looked down at his injury and was surprised to discover that he had forgotten all about it. She pulled him towards one of the barrels, making him sit down. She gently pulled his hand from where he had been keeping a constant pressure to try to hold back the bleeding.
Isilme neither grimaced nor made any expression as she ordered Haldir to take off his armor and shirt. He complied without any complaints while Isilme went off for some supplies. She returned presently with a bucket of water and some cloth. By that time, Haldir had finished undressing from the waist up. He took washed his bloodied hand while making sure to give Isilme clear room in which to tend his injury.
As she washed away the blood, Haldir couldn't help but ask Isilme the question foremost in his mind. "Isilme, you must tell me why you are here for I thought I had left you back in Lothlorien."
"I had every intention of staying in Lothlorien, as I had always done whenever you left our woods. Always I had waited, hoping and wishing that the next time we met, I could tell you what was truly in my heart."
She paused as she began probing the deep cut into Haldir's flesh. The Elf winced though her touch was gentle. As she took out a pack of healing herbs from her pouch and began putting a salve upon the wound, she continued. "But this time was different. For this time I knew of your love for me, and this time you were going to a battle far away. I was so afraid you would not come back."
Isilme stopped speaking again as she began to bind a tight bandage around his midsection. Haldir watched her closely, waiting for her to speak again which she did shortly. "I am no warrior, I had no chance of following you as a warrior. But a healer I am." For the first time since Isilme began explaining how she came to be in Helm's Deep, she looked into up into Haldir's eyes. "I not only came to follow you, I came also for these people. This is not only a battle for the people of Rohan, this is a battle which will determine the fate of all Middle Earth. All of Middle Earth, including Lothlorien. I couldn't stay back, not when I am needed. Can you, will you understand that?"
Throughout her narrative, Isilme had spoken with her usual calm voice. But towards the end, Haldir could here an urgency in her voice, for she wanted so much for him to understand. And indeed he did.
No words were spoken as Haldir reached out for her and drew her upon his lap to hold her in a tight embrace. She rested her head comfortably on his shoulder with Haldir's arms wrapped around her. "I understand," Haldir whispered in her ear. "I do so admire you Isilme. I admire your strength and your kind heart." He kissed the top of her head just as Isilme pulled back so they were face to face.
She had a smile upon her face as she said, "Rumil had said something of the same sort when I told him of my intentions to follow."
"Rumil?" Haldir had almost forgotten all about his own brother. "So that is the reason he is here."
Isilme nodded. "I had been almost afraid to ask him to accompany me. But on the contrary, he was the one who wouldn't even consider my leaving on my own. After that, everything was simple. Galadriel let us leave with all of her blessing."
So, even Galadriel had allowed Isilme to come with the escort of Rumil. Haldir was never one to argue against any decision of the Lady of Lorien. "Do you know that Rumil saved my life out there in battle?"
"Then I am doubly grateful that I had thought to ask him to come. I must remember to thank him later on." Isilme brought up her hand and with a finger traced the pendant she had given him back in Lothlorien, the crescent moon pendant. Her face softened as if she was reminiscing.
"What are you thinking of, my love?" Haldir asked quietly.
"I am remembering the day you told me... that you loved me." She brought her finger up to barely trace his lower lip. "The day you first kissed me."
Haldir, too, remembered that day more clearly than any other memory he had. And how sweet the kiss had been. He tenderly placed a hand around her head and brought her lips to meet his in a soft and oh, so gentle kiss. He felt her place her hands on his face, deepening the kiss even more. That moment seemed like one captured in time, one for all eternity. Complete bliss, complete purity; and Haldir never wanted it to end.
"It seems an Elf's heart beats so loud a Dwarf could find him blindfolded!"
The two Elves abruptly ended the kiss and turned to face the speaker, a very pleased looking Gimli. Isilme hastily got off Haldir lap, her cheeks flushed a light pink. Even through the awkward situation, Haldir noted that the Elf-maiden still looked beautiful even through her embarrassment.
"And you Dwarves never seem to remember your manners," Haldir said dryly trying to lighten the situation.
"Hmph. I don't see much of manners in the way that a Dwarf is allowed to bleed to death while waiting for someone to take notice of him." Haldir saw that indeed, Gimli had a large gash on his forehead, blood trickling down his face.
"Your pardon Master Dwarf," Isilme said, her features now composed. "Allow me." She gestured for him to sit next to Haldir.
Gimli sat down with a snort. "No pardon necessary. It is only a scratch. Hardly worth the trouble, only that the blood hinders my sight in battle." He cast his gaze up and down Isilme, then rested his gaze on Haldir. "So Elf. I did not think you the kind to fall into the pit of love."
Haldir chuckled. "I do not think I would call love a pit, Lord Gimli."
"Ah, but it is indeed a pit. Tell me, would you try to escape from her love?"
"Indeed not," Haldir replied, looking towards Isilme who appeared to be listening to the conversation. "I do not want to, nor could I if I did want to."
"My point exactly. Love is just as inescapable as being caught at the bottom of a pit."
Both Haldir and Isilme laughed. "That is indeed a very clever interpretation of love," Isilme said. She bent over to wipe the blood from Gimli's forehead and bound a bandage tightly across his brow. "There, I hope this hinders you not in your battle."
Gimli stood up. "Well, it takes much to hinder any Dwarf in hewing off an orc head or two. Even now, I am itching for more combat." He gestured for Haldir to follow. "Will you not come with me, Haldir? I still have many more Uruk-Hai to kill before the dawn comes."
Nodding his head, Haldir began to put his shirt and armor back on. But before he did, he brought his hands around his neck to unclasp the necklace Isilme had given him. She stopped him though by placing a hand on the pendant. "You can return it to me when this is all over."
When this was all over... Haldir smiled wistfully. He hoped for both his and her sake, this will indeed be all over with soon. With a start, he remembered what he kept in the pouch still hanging around his neck. He opened the pouch and took out the silver ring. Seeing that Isilme's eyes had widened, Haldir couldn't help but smile. He took her hand and slipped the finger on. "I would like you to keep this for me, until this is all over." Kissing her on the cheek he also whispered, "I would get used to wearing it if I were you."
With the pleasure of seeing his loved one blush once more, he finished dressing. The Elf tested his wound by bending and twisting at his waist slightly. He couldn't move around too much, but fortunately it was not too painful.
"Lead on, Gimli, I am ready." But before either of them could take a step, Isilme stopped them with putting her hands on their arms. She leaned down to plant a quick kiss on the Dwarf's cheek. She ignored Gimli as he muttered about such confusing Elf-maidens, but Haldir could tell that the Dwarf was indeed pleased by her action.
She turned next to face Haldir. Her expression was unreadable. No words were and couldn't be spoken. Instead, Haldir just drew her into a tight embrace. She whispered in his ear. "Be safe."
"I will." They drew back only to kiss once more. Haldir took both of her hands in his. In surprise he said, "Your hands are warm now."
Isilme smiled softly. "So are yours."
Haldir kissed her once more then left with Gimli, his heart warmed as were his hands. Indeed, love was a strange thing. It made everything else obsolete, including his claustrophobia of being so deep in the mountain. His love had strengthened his resolve to win this battle. And the memory of Isilme had him hold on to the hope of seeing her yet once again so he could hold her in his arms.
"So, Haldir. Do you not see how beautiful these caves are?" Gimli pointed upwards to the ceiling and Haldir looked up. The sight took his breath away.
There were gems, crystals, and veins of precious ore glinting on the walls and the light from the torches glowed through the folded marbles, shell- like and translucent. There were columns of white and saffron and dawn- rose, fluted and twisted into dreamlike forms.
Haldir heard Gimli scoff, "Caves, they say! Caves! Holes to fly to in time of war, to store fodder in! My good Haldir, do you not see that these caverns are vast and beautiful?"
And indeed, Haldir for some minutes in time appreciated the beauty of something he had before could not have appreciated.
Yes, love was indeed a strange thing, to open his eyes from the clouded fog of the earlier fear of caves he had.
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"Aragorn, are you sure you want to do this?" Legolas asked in a worried tone. The eastern sky was growing pale now, dawn was finally fast approaching.
The Elf and Aragorn were now standing just below the stairs of the inner court of the Hornburg leading up to the walkway above the great gates. The Uruk-Hais were still trying to force their way in from the gates, yet due to the piled up beams and rocks they could not get through. The Rohirrim knew that it wouldn't be too long before they would use the fires of Orthanc to blast the gate apart.
That was the reason for Legolas's hesitation in Aragorn going above the gates to speak with the enemy orcs.
Aragorn shook his head. "Legolas, this is something I must do."
Shifting his feet nervously, for he liked not the situation, Legolas spoke. "Then let me go with you."
"Only if you promise not to interfere with what I will do."
"A hard thing to ask, but I will honor your wishes." Legolas would do whatever he could to offer support to his friend and future king. And he knew that Aragorn understood that. Together they climbed up the stairs. Aragorn signaled for Legolas to kneel down behind the safety of the parapet.
Aragorn stood above the great gates, heedless of the darts of the enemy. The Elf tightly clenched his hands into fists for he was worried for the safety of Aragorn. But he would not argue, he would not interfere. He would only watch.
He saw Aragorn raise his empty hand, palm outward in token of parley.
Legolas gritted his teeth as he heard the Uruk-Hais yell and jeer. "Come down! Come down!" they cried. Out of the throng he heard one Uruk-Hai speak up. "If you wish to speak to us, come down! Bring out your king! We are the fighting Uruk-Hai. We will fetch him from his hole, if he does not come Bring out your skulking king!"
Aragorn's face expression did not change as he said, "The king stays or comes at his own will. I have only come out to look at the dawn."
At his words, the enemy only laughed and jeered the louder. "We are the Uruk-Hai, we do not stop the fight for night or day, for fair weather or for storm. We come to kill, by sun or moon. What of the dawn?"
It was no use, could not Aragorn see that. Legolas tried to signal for Aragorn to come down but the Ranger did not take any heed to him. "None knows what the new day shall bring him," Aragorn said. "Get you gone, ere it turn to your evil."
An Uruk-Hais voice could be heard over the throng. "Get down or we will shoot you from the wall," he cried. "This is no parley. You have nothing to say."
"I have still this to say," answered Aragorn in a loud voice. "No enemy has yet taken the Hornburg. Depart, or not one of you will be spared. Not one will be left alive to take back tidings to the North. You do not know your peril."
For the first time since they had reached the top of the wall, Legolas really gazed up at Aragorn. So great a power and royalty was revealed in the man as he stood there that Legolas wondered for a moment if this was the same Ranger he knew. Aragorn seemed to feel the Elf's eyes upon him and looked down at him.
And there was only one thing Legolas could really do in the presence of the man, this man who would be king. He brought his hand up to touch his forehead then bowed his head before Aragorn in a gesture of fealty.
He felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up into the eyes of Aragorn. "Come, my friend. We must leave for I fear what they will do next."
Suddenly, there was a roar and a blast of fire as the whole wall shook. "Hurry!" Aragorn yelled. He helped pull Legolas up and together they leaped off the wall just as the archway crumbled and crashed in smoke and dust.
Landing on their feet with a jolt, Legolas turned to see that the barricade was scattered as if by a thunderbolt. Seeing that Aragorn was safe, they ran to the king's tower. King Theoden and the lords of the House of Eorl the Young were already astride their horses. Legolas saw that Bawuer was holding the reigns to Hasufel and Arod. Bawuer offered the reigns to Aragorn and Legolas with a bow.
Legolas and Aragorn leaped on their horses just as Theoden signaled for the men to sound the great horn of Helm.
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Author's Note: So, are you surprised that Isilme is at Helm's Deep?! Well, I think I hinted at it a bit when I wrote at the end of chapter 7, "Her face changed suddenly as if she had made a decision and she went down one of the corridors, a plan forming in her mind." I was surprised that no one had picked up on that but I didn't say anything, wanted to make it a surprise. I really hope you're all ok with the fact that Isilme is there, but I wanted her there to show how important the battle of Helm's Deep was. She understood that and knew her healing skills could be put to use. And besides, her beloved Haldir was there. ^_^
I hope I was able to write everything out well. I really wanted to focus the first part about the difference in Haldir from when he was going in the caves to when he was going out. I was always curious about how Elves must feel about caves, hopefully I've written out the 'claustrophobic' feelings Haldir has well. And hopefully, I conveyed how in the end, both Elves 'hands were warm', symbolizing how their love could surpass the bounds of fear.
Well, the battle of Helm's Deep is coming to a close, I believe the next chapter will be the last of Helm's Deep. And so here's a question for all your faithful readers. I haven't really decided on where Haldir will go from here. Will he return to Lorien or stay with Boromir? I just wanted to hear what you all feel about him.
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*~C~* ~ I'm glad you're still continuing to like my story! I hope I'm not boring you, considering that I've written SIX chapters on the battle of Helm's Deep, and I'm still have a little more to write! Well, Boromir is up next, hurray for Boromir!!!
*you-know-who* ~ Well, I hope you enjoy this chapter, though it certainly has more 'romance' than 'action' which I'm sure you prefer. The next chapter there should be more action.
*Aelimir* ~ Hello again! Yup, Sean Bean does star in Black Beauty. I don't really think he dies, he plays the farmer who helps in the birth of Black Beauty and trains him. Yeah, it's funny how he always seems to die in his movies. Hee hee! Well, I'm sure you're surprised to see that Isilme is here! So, what do you think? Should Haldir go back to Lorien with Isilme, or continue to team-up with Boromir for some more adventures? Thanks so much for ALL your suggestions! In actuality, you gave me a pretty cool idea (which I'm sorry to say I'm not going to reveal at this moment!). But I promise, when I write the part out, I'll remember to give you due credit for giving me the idea. Boromir's meeting of ANY members of the Fellowship besides Gandalf is going to be SO much fun to write! *smiles*! Sorry, but I don't think Boromir's going to meet with Treebeard, I'll have to see how the rest of the story flows. I have some studying to do now of the book "The Return of the King" since I'm finishing up with "The Two Towers" section of the story. Once again, thanks for always reviewing!
*orangeblossom* ~ Welcome to my 'family of reviewers'! I really hope you enjoy the rest of the chapters, including this new chapter. Yeah, I understand what you mean. I love fanfiction that pretty much keep canon with the books/movies but has a change of environment. Thanks for reviewing!
*Maria* ~ Thanks for another long review! Yeah, I agree. Boromir is probably going to feel even more guilty on top of everything if Haldir had died. Yeah, I've sort of figured out when and where Eomer going to figure out who Lavlaisi is, though I haven't decided if Boromir is going to reveal himself or Eomer finds out on his own. For a future upcoming chapter, I will be needing your help for some more 'sword fighting choreography.' I promise not to beat you up too much. *wink*! Hee hee! Oh, as I explained to you in school, Haldir was only wounded in the side, he only 'heard' the Uruk-Hai behind him but couldn't turn around in time and knowing that, he thought that he was going to die.
*Diadora* ~ Yay, I got TWO reviews from you! *smiley face*! Thanks so much for the great compliment! Yeah, I'm starting to enjoy writing the more dramatic and more emotionally powerfully scenes rather than lots of action (though I do still enjoy writing both!) And since this IS about Boromir living, of course its going to have lots of those dramatic scenes. He must live with the guilt of having been tempted by the Ring, and must also try to redeem himself. I'm really glad you're enjoying the story so far! Yes, I'm definitely happy that Haldir's alive in my story! Yay! Oh, I'm so pleased that you enjoyed my scene where Eomer thinks of his sister. As I write my story, I'm finding myself liking everyone more and more as I have to try to delve into their characters to be able to write. Anyway, I really hope you like this new chapter, with lots of Haldir and Isilme!
*iwantboromir* ~ Hiya! Yeah, I'm definitely going to create a Boromir and Bawuer scene, because Kiefer is soooo cool! Oh, I'm sorry that you've sprained your wrist! How did that happen? Ouch, it must hurt! Yeah, I've done typing with one hand before when I hurt my hand. It's pretty frustrating. Grr! Since it seems you've seen the Young Guns movies (which I haven't), I wanted to ask, does everyone get killed in the second movie? I mean, I heard its pretty fun to watch but then I've heard that most everyone gets killed. How can a movie be fun if everyone dies? Anyway, I was just wondering... Thanks again for reviewing once again, I hope you liked this new chapter!
*iron-eyes24* ~ Yay, two review from you! THANKS SO MUCH! I'm so glad you're pleased to see that you're happy that Haldir is alive and well in my story! Yup, Eomer is pretty cool, though Boromir and Faramir are the coolest in my opinion! Looking forward to reading chapter two of your story, update soon! I hope you like this new chapter!
*Boromir Defender* ~ Sorry that I couldn't update this chapter as quickly as I did the previous one. So, is my explanation of Rumil being in Helm's Deep a good one? I hope so, and I hope you like the fact that I've brought Isilme into the plot. This was a really hard chapter to write, I'm not much at writing romance so I really hope that it came out all right. Hee hee! Yeah, it must be interesting to read all my replies and stuff to my reviewers! I'm sure you've picked up all sorts of interesting trivia! *smiles*! Thanks for reviewing!
*Spry Sprite* ~ Does my explanation of Rumil being in Helm's Deep make sense to the plot? I hope it does, I was at first hesitant in having Isilme coming. But after thinking it over, I thought it would be a good idea, she is such an interesting and determined character. I felt it wouldn't be out of her character to want to travel to Helm's Deep so she could help by using her skills as a healer. I'm really looking forward to an update from you, lots of luck!
*Alex92* ~ Yes, Haldir IS alive! *does a little dance*! Oh, I'm glad you liked the conversation between Boromir and Gandalf! In my mind, I feel that after Boromir survived from his predestined 'death', he would be very confused now. He understands that it was his love for Gondor which had tempted him so much to take the Ring. Now he knows ALL of Middle Earth, not just Gondor, is in grave danger. So I see Boromir is now at a sort of 'confused' part of his life now. And Gandalf being the only one knowing who he 'really' is, Boromir would ask Gandalf for advice. Anyway, I really hope you enjoy this new chapter! Thanks for always reviewing!
*none* ~ Hello! Thanks so much for reviewing, I'm glad you're enjoying my story! Who's my favorite character? Hmmm... well, obviously Boromir is my favorite character though I like Faramir just as much as I do Boromir. *smiles*! I also like Pippin a lot, he plays an important role in the stories, especially in "The Return of the King". I can't wait to see it!