Part: 1c
Rating: Strong R
Pairing: Haldir/OFC
Characters: Just about every other elf that Tolkien created that's in the LoTR books and movies.
Warning: descriptions of wounds
Disclaimer: All known characters are owned by the great Tolkien, all others are of my own creation.
Beta(s): Marta, Kazzy, and Vi
Timeline: 80 years before LoTR and extends to post RoTK events
Notes: I want to thank Marta, Zee, Mal, Kay, Suse, Phyllis, Vi, Novedhelion, and Dorothy for their expertise. Without their input this story would not be what it is today.
This story follows the movieverse.
Summary: With no memory of a possible alliance with Mirkwood, an elleth, lone survivor of a devistating attack, is brought to Rivendell. This is her story.
The evening was cool, but not overly so. In the deepening night the shadows grew long. The quiet sounds of docile animals roamed through the forest that came up to the outer gardens could be heard. If you knew what you were looking for, and had a very sharp ear, you could hear the moving figures. A breeze blew gently through the trees, making the leaves rustle. On the same breeze you could hear the faint sound of ethereal voices singing. The sound wasn't mournful but was as nature intended. It was almost as if nature and the trees themselves were singing.
Hidden deep in the trees a shadowy figure cocked its head as if to listen. It wore dark greens, while the bent staff in hand was stained just as dark. These were not the colors of Imladris's wardens, but those of an intruder, and one that was confident in its abilities. A hood over the figure's head effectively concealed the hair color making it blend in with the shadows much better.
With the grace and silence of a hunter, the figure delved deeper into the strange valley. Reaching the edge of the gardens a look of wonder crossed the intruder's face at the view presented before him. It seemed that nature had free reign around and in the buildings. Everything was arranged as if it were a natural occurrence, but that was not his intent.
It was her.
She had lived because of the hunt, and the arrows. After chasing off everything all he had time to do was to see who had lived and collect the arrows. He was not able to check all, but he found that she had survived. Arrows were priceless, and if salvageable then they would be retrieved.
He had only had time to gather his arrows before three strangers had arrived on horses.
The house above the gardens was now ablaze with light and music.
He had watched as the three tended her wounds. When done, one of them mounted his horse. She was wrapped in a cloak and lifted up to him. The horse was spurred in the direction of this hidden valley, for he had no knowledge of this particular valley ever being here. After watching the two that were left bury the dead ones, they had left in the same direction in the same hurried pace.
He had no horse, but he knew how to travel swiftly and did so. That was is how he found himself in this hidden realm. Maybe they did not want to be found here with their singing, he did not know. He was here because of her.
The sound of a door opening startled him. He sank deeper into the shadows, effectively disappearing to even his people's sharp eyes, and watched. Two figures entered the gardens.
"Has Master Elrond said anything about the condition of the elleth to you?"
The second one shook his head, "Nay, Glorfindel. The only word I have received is from the other healers. They say she has not yet awoken."
The two disappeared through another doorway, leaving the gardens quiet once again. The intruder cocked his head again while confusion crossed his features. He had been alive for many summers, but he could not understand what tongue the two figures used. He reached up to his hood and then into it. The movement pushed the hood back, revealing dark hair. He brushed the top of his ear while wondering what the two were speaking.
Deciding he would come again in a few nights' time to make sure she was still alive, he disappeared into the forest.
TBC.................