Basically, this is a what if Haldir didn't leave Lorien story. What if he stayed and married and had children. I will translate all the elvish at the end. This is my first fic, bear in mind.. If you flame, at least have the balls to leave you name

Even more as I reflect on it, I relize how little I really knew about my father. Loyal to the end is how he was always spoken of in my presence. Maybe I just missed something. What I remember of him, he was always up on a horse, surveying the land with a look of wistfulness on his eyes.

With these weary thoughts, I trudge up the hill, long, dark hair flowing out behind me as the wind picks it up on its dancing way off to where ever it goes. I close my eyes and breath deeply. Free. That was the smell on the air. Winter had finally let its death grip on the land go and everything was unlocking and beginning to breath and move. And so, on the first truly nice spring day, I heaved my longbow and myself up the hill, out of the forest. I hated to leave, the loyalty my father had held for its beauty had passed to me at a young age.I was glad that there was nothing holding me away from leaving. Nothing to keep me from acting as my father had at my age, unless you count my mother, Seintathar. Her desire to make me a lady had not ended yet. I guess she thinks that after 1,010 years I will have finally changed my mind.

No, I think to myself. Maybe this year father will change his mind. Maybe this year he will allow me to join the Gladhirim. He let Hallore, well he is his son, and I am his daughter, his youngest child. However, I ,Halloth, am by far the strongest daughter, of two... Perhaps this year, perhaps.

I must not dwell on this I think to myself. Remember what father told you, concentrate, and let every thought leave your head. Think only of the bow and the arrow and the target. Lifting the large and heavy bow used to be difficult. My father had advised against using the bow of the Gladhirim, but I had insisted. " It will weigh you down, I know you are stronger than most girls of your age, but I still feel a nice simple bow will match you better, height and weight." (A/N Sorry I don't have more info on the bow of the gladhirim. I had a book lent to me by a friend but he reclamed it last Dec. I'll try to find more info later.) But I was determined to prove that I was strong enough, so here I was with my huge bow in hand. I slowly drew an arrow out if the quiver at my side, staring at the old, dead tree that was my target. I knocked (is that the correct term?) the arrow on the string and slowly drew it back. It took huge amounts of strength to pull the 400-pound draw weight of this bow. Letting my hand rest beside my eye, I carefully located my target, a small, fist sized, black mark on the tree's trunk. I released the string, feelling my hair being pulled forward by sheer force. I lowered my bow, trying not to allow it to drag my hand down quickly. The arrow had embedded itself in the tree about 3 inches of the mark.
"Not bad, not bad at all."

Seintathar- New willow

Hallore- Tall heart

Halloth- Tall flower

Avo acheno- don't look back