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Chapter 28: Resurrection

Haldir followed Aragorn, Legolas, Theoden, Éomer, Gamling, and Gandalf back into the keep. The battle was over, and the men and elves won, however, his heart was not there. Before Haldir could slip away and go to Ana, Gandalf stopped him. "Haldir," Gandalf said and Haldir's eyes turned to the wizard. "What is different about you?" he asked. Haldir sighed and shook his head.

"Nothing, Gandalf, just a slight fatigue from the battle," Haldir said slowly but Gandalf did not believe him. As Gandalf watched the elf walk away, Aragorn put his hand on the wizard's shoulder. Gandalf looked at Aragorn who then lowered his hand.

"It is not fatigue, but the woman he loved followed them and fought in the battle. She took a deadly blow that was meant for him and fell," Aragorn said. Gandalf nodded.

"I am certain he will pull through, he is stronger than most," Gandalf said.

"I hope you are right, Gandalf." The wizard nodded and Aragorn sighed before they continued on. There was much to do and very little time to do it in.

Orophin had joined Rumil and Calanon when he had returned from the battlefield. "How does Haldir fair?" Rumil asked as Orophin looked at Ana. Orophin turned his attention to Rumil and shook his head.

"Not well, I am afraid. I do not know how much longer he shall last," Orophin said. Rumil nodded and sighed. "He fought as though he had not a care, and the look on his face was unlike any I have ever seen."

"That is because I have not a care, brother," Haldir said from the doorway. The three ellons turned and looked at him and stepped back as he walked into the room and looked down at his Ana. "Leave," he said firmly and three hesitated. "Leave!" he shouted and they quickly left him.

Haldir swallowed back his tears as he ran his fingers down her pale face. Her skin was cool, and he sighed as he unbound her braid that Calanon had moved over her shoulder. He let her hair fall free and ran his fingers through it freeing it of the few tangles. "Why did you have to come? Why did you have to die? It was not your time. You had many, many years left before you would be taken from me. Oh, Ana," his voice broke as his tears broke from their barrier and fell freely. He leaned over her and his tears splashed onto her pale face. He kissed her forehead and sighed.

After a moment he stood away from her and sniffed as he wiped the dampness from his face. His heart felt heavy and he felt very tired, but there was much to be done. The loss needed to be assessed and of course the next course of action. Whatever, was decided he would take Ana back to Lothlorien with the remaining elves, they would not continue on with the war. With one final long look at Ana, Haldir left the room and joined the others in the main hall of the keep.

Ana felt hot, she was burning, and it felt as though all the blood was rushing to her head. It seemed to last forever and suddenly it was over. She gasped for breath as she sat up quickly. Her breath came in deep short gasps as she looked around the darkened room. She looked around confused once again and soon her breathing became normal. She remembered everything and raised her hand to her stomach and chest. Under the soft fabric of the tunic she wore there was nothing. She lifted up her shirt and saw no gash, no blood, only her skin that seemed to glow faintly in the dark room. She ran her hand over her stomach and felt the smoothness of her skin. It felt softer than it used to and she raised her hand to her face and wiped at the slight dampness that was on her cheeks. She looked to the door and saw a faint glow from torches, but she could easily see without the aid of the torch light.

Ana stood from the table she sat on and saw her ruined tunic and armor laying on the floor near her sword, quiver, and bow. She left her things and quickly made her way into the corridor. She found her way easy enough and soon found herself in a room filled with men and a few elves. She looked around and walked into the hall only to have complete and utter silence meet her ears. Ana glanced at the various faces and the one she searched for was not among them.

"What is going on?" asked a somewhat familiar voice and Ana's eyes turned to the left only to see the man with blonde hair she had seen when she first arrived, followed soon by a man dressed in white robes and long white hair and beard, then Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli. The look the crossed Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli's face was indescribable.

"Where is he?" she asked as she walked over to Aragorn. He shook his head and raised his hand to her face and touched her skin. His eyes widened when her face was warm to his touch. Ana raised her hand to his wrist. "I know I was dead," she whispered quickly, "but I'm back, why I really don't know, but I am and I must find him."

"How can you . . .," his words trailed off and he looked down to her stomach and then her eyes. Ana raised her shirt slightly and showed him her stomach and where the end of the wound should have been, but wasn't.

"I don't know, Aragorn. All I know is that my task is not yet finished, and right now, I must find him." Aragorn nodded and lowered his hand.

"He is outside," he said softly and Ana turned from them and ran from the keep, her hair billowing behind her, revealing her pointed ears. Aragorn's eyes widened and looked at Legolas. Who looked as shocked as he did, if not more.

"I do not understand," Theoden said and looked to Aragorn.

"She was slayed by an Urk, but now . . . now she lives," Aragorn said and Theoden frowned. Gandalf smiled and nodded her head.

"Then she was given life again, there is a greater power at work and she has much more to do," Gandalf said.

Ana ran outside and soon she saw him. He stood with Rumil and Orophin, but there was something different about him. He seemed as though he was barely there and she knew that he was fading, he was fading from grief. "Haldir," she whispered and quickly ran down the stairs and touched his shoulder. He turned around and when his dulled blue eyes met her dark green ones she saw surprise and doubt fill them. "Do not fade," she whispered as she raised a trembling hand to his face. "Do not fade because I am not gone, I am before you as I will be for all eternity," she said as she caressed his face.

"Ana?" he asked in disbelief. "I saw you die, you died in my arms." He raised his hands to her face and held her face in his hands. "You . . . this must be a dream, a beautiful dream." Ana smiled at him and shook her head as he held onto her.

"If it is a dream, brother, than we are seeing it as well," Rumil said his own disbelief written clearly on his face. Orophin could find no words to speak; he could only look at her in shock.

"It is not a dream, and if I was dead, could I do this?" she asked before she pulled his face down to hers and kissed him firmly. Haldir felt his resolve and disbelief melt away when her lips met his and she kissed him. It took him a fraction of a second to respond to the slow movements of her lips and returned her kiss. He removed his hands from her face and wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her body flush against his. Ana sighed as he devoured her lips. Rumil and Orophin watched on surprised and then when Haldir raised his hand to her head and pushed back her hair, they were in for another shock when they saw the point of her ears.

Haldir pulled away, even though every pore of his body didn't want him to. "How can you be here? How can you be alive? Your wound, I'm sorry I've forgotten." She shook her head as he pulled away all too quickly for her liking.

"It's gone," she whispered. "I'm not hurt." Haldir frowned and looked down as she showed her stomach to him. She smiled at the faint blush that graced his cheeks and he met her eyes.

"Ana, I don't understand," he whispered as he moved his hands to her face and pushed back her hair, when he saw her ears his confusion only deepened.

"I don't either, but I know I did die. I went to this place and I spoke with this man, Haldir, he told me that my task wasn't finished and that I when I returned I would be different and be known by the Elvin form of my name." Haldir looked at her intently and waited for her to continue. "My full name is Anastasia, and I never knew its meaning until he told me. It means 'resurrection' and in the Elvin tongue my name would be Adonnenniel." Haldir nodded and Ana sighed as she wrapped her arms around him. "I know now isn't the place and/or time to be happy, but I am. I'm happy to be alive and I'm happy that you're alright. When we return to Lothlorien, we'll figure all of this out, Lady Galadriel will surely know something." Haldir nodded and wrapped his arms around her and closed his eyes.

Rumil and Orophin slipped away. They could take care of Haldir's tasks, right now there were more pressing matters the ellon needed to attend to and the mending of his heart was already beginning.