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Just a little experimenting with third person POV, tell me what you think, whether or not you like it written this way!

Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings, only my OC Calaereth, the rest belongs to JRR Tolkien.

"The first thing you need to learn, is how to fight with a sword." Haldir instructed, tossing Calaereth an elven sword. She caught it easily with her quick reflexes, luckily it was not very heavy. Calaereth eyed it, running a slim finger along it's cool blade. Taking a step back she let her hand swing it down quickly, she smiled at the "whoosh" sound it made as it cut through the air.

Then the sound of a sword being unsheathed was heard. Calaereth paused, she looked to see Haldir pulling out his more beautifully crafted sword gracefully. The sword was slightly curved but still quite long, the handle was crafted with golden curves on the dark wood. "Seeing the way you just carelessly swung your sword around, I think we should start with the proper stance." Haldir commented, noticing she was very amateur when it came to swords. That could be expected of a former mermaid, though.

Calaereth rolled her eyes in fake annoyance, but ended up grinning. Calaereth learned quickly to hold her sword down in a correct stance, and how to make proper swings to fight. Haldir was a wonderful instructor, always patient and very good at correcting the problems. Calaereth's sword swipes were already becoming sharp and quick, no longer clumsy and slow.

"Now that you are able to use the sword properly, mostly. I am going to show you how to disarm someone." Haldir nodded, "Swing at me." Haldir nodded, confident she needed to be introduced to this before the sun set.

Calaereth raised an eyebrow in disbelief, "Did you just invite me to hit you? I'm afraid I'm going to hurt you."

Haldir scoffed at that thought, "You should be more worried about me hurting you. Now go on, try it."

Calaereth, being a little irritated at that small comment, attacked him. To her great surprise, Haldir quickly dodged and brought his sword up from under Calaereth's, and hit it upwards at a stronger force that Calaereth had not been expecting. Her hand, still holding the sword, was forced backwards, and Haldir pointed his sword at her neck. "You were wide open." Haldir critiqued.

Calaereth frowned, "You cannot expect me to be as good as you on the first day of training."

"No." Haldir pulled his sword away, "But I can expect you not to let your emotions get the better of yourself." Haldir stated, becoming a little irritated himself. As if it was not bad enough she did not have any sword experience, she had an attitude that made his patience run thin. Haldir was beginning to question her ability to fight.

"Haldir!" Two voices suddenly called out in unison. Both Haldir and Calaereth turned at the same time to see two identical figures approaching, who Haldir knew as Elladan and Elrohir. Unfortunately, Calaereth did not know them. So Calaereth, never witnessing twins before, was certain she was going crazy.

"Oh no. I'm going insane, there's two of them! They are exactly the same!" Calaereth thought to herself as she took a step back in fear when their gazes suddenly locked on her. Elladan and Elrohir had black hair, like that of a dark night. They both had the same silver eyes, and the exact same features. Both the same height, and build. They were handsome elves as well. "Who...who are they?" Calaereth asked Haldir.

Haldir grinned down at Calaereth, realizing she had obviously never been exposed to twins. "They are the sons of Elrond, Lord of Imladris. Elladan and Elrohir, I am afraid I cannot tell you which one is which."

"Who is the beautiful elleth, that is joining you today?" One of them asked Haldir, one looking at Haldir. The other looking at Calaereth, assessing her. Which caused Calaereth much discomfort.

Haldir noticed right away and felt a twinge of jealousy and was flooded with the instinct to shield her from their critical eyes. Without a second thought, Haldir stepped infront of her protectively, "She is under my training, Elladan and Elrohir. She is not seeking any company right now." Haldir stated firmly, knowing Calaereth may not know the difference between friendship and intended courtship. Calaereth had more to focus on than just fighting if the sons of Elrond pursued her.

"We will not disturb you any further then." Haldir assumed that was Elladan, since he seemed the more sensible of the two. Elladan nodded, and quickly left, Elrohir at his side. Not before Elrohir flashed a grin at Calaereth causing her to blink at the sudden expression. She turned back to Haldir, who had his eyes narrowed at the assumed Elrohir.

"Haldir?" Calaereth called him.

"What?" Haldir asked, still watching the twins leave the training grounds.

"I don't really like the sons of Elrond." Calaereth stated bluntly.

"Nor do I." Haldir muttered under his breath, remembering the two sons as elflings when they visited Lothlórien. The two were often wrecking havoc upon the usually peaceful Lórien. Even today Haldir frowns at their names, the two were still pranksters to this very day, they just become better at it. Haldir's mouth twitched slightly, remembering one of their immature pranks. The two sons had taken all the towels and clothes from the ellith who had been bathing in one of the springs. The she-elves had refused to leave the springs and go into the city naked, so Galadriel had made it Haldir's mission, to return all of the towels and clothing to the ellith. Finding the elflings had not been difficult, but finding out where the clothes were hidden was. Once Haldir was able to get the two trouble makers to confess, he was dismayed to find that they had scattered the clothes and towels across Caras Galadhon. With Celeborn's and Galadriel's permission, Haldir gathered as many wardens within the city as possible and started a search for the clothes. A few hours later, once all the clothes and towels had been gathered, they were returned to their original owners. Many of the ellith were thankful, so thankful, that many of his wardens were engaged to an elleth the following year.

After that incident, Glorfindel often accompanied Elrond to Lothlórien, to give the twins some serious training to keep them occupied from any pranks. Haldir shook his head, the sons had not changed much, if anything, their pranks occurred more often since their mother set sail to Valinor.

"Haldir?" Calaereth's voice broke him out of his thoughts.

Haldir turned to see her peering up at him. "Yes?"

"Are we done now?" Calaereth put on a pleading look.

"No." Haldir resisted the urge to grin at her attempts. As tempting as it was, she needed the training.

"Haldir, why do you have bathing chambers if most elves bathe in the springs?" Calaereth asked.

Haldir was once again amazed by her continuous questions. By now, one would think she knew all about Middle-Earth with all the questions she has been bombarding him with.

"As Marchwarden, I have certain privileges others do not." Haldir answered shortly.

"Which includes personal bathing chambers." Calaereth stated, watching as Haldir poured buckets of hot water that had been heated over a fire in the kitchen. After the tub was filled with hot water, Haldir stood up, grabbing a bar of soap and a glass container shampoo. Handing Calaereth a small washcloth and a towel to dry off with, Haldir left. Calaereth, puzzled for a moment, undressed, and stepped into the hot waters. The waters were soothing after all the training Haldir had pushed her to do. Calaereth was certain she would be sore tomorrow morning. Calaereth sighed, letting her head fall back against the white marble of the tub, her long golden hair falling into the water.

After relaxing, Calaereth learned quickly how to use the shampoo and soap. Now clean, she stepped out of the tub, let the water drain, and changed into the clean green dress from earlier.

Haldir escorted Calaereth to the evening meal, this time they found the twins of Elrond seated on both sides of Galadriel and Celeborn. Very uncomfortably, Calaereth sat next to one of the twins who stared at her for a moment before nodding to her, and looking back at Galadriel. Calaereth looked over at Haldir, as if hoping he could provide some support. Haldir felt a little useless, knowing all he could do was give her an encouraging look. During the evening meal, Calaereth tried to keep out of the conversations as much as possible, she did not care to have Elladan and Elrohir analyzing her. Even though she was quiet they still looked at her and Haldir was beginning to become annoyed. He knew the look that was exchanged between the two twin brothers, they were going to pick her for another prank.

"Would you like to tell me what you two are looking at?" Haldir suddenly asked, watching with slight satisfaction as the son of Elrond next to him stiffened immediately, the smirk disappearing from his face.

"Why, we were just admiring the beauty of the new elleth with us. Is there something wrong with that?" Haldir knew that had to be Elrohir, only Elrohir would make up some smooth excuse such as that.

"There is if she is uncomfortable with it." Calaereth surprised herself, her mouth opening on it's own, speaking without another thought.

Both twins seemed to be dumbstruck as well, finding out she was not as shy as she seemed.

"I..uh.. we had no idea you were uncomfortable, that was not our intention at all." Elrohir stuttered out.

At the same time, both Haldir and Calaereth fixed him with a glare. Causing Elrohir to blink in surprise before leaning away from the suddenly ominous looking Marchwarden.

The rest of the meal went along very well.

After much persuading on Calaereth's part, Haldir allowed Calaereth to braid Haldir's hair while Haldir read a book on battle tactics. The elven writing never failed to impress her with all of the unique curves and slashes. Sindarin was a beautiful language to both speak and write. Calaereth went back to the task at hand, trying to mimick one of the warrior braids she had left on one side of his head. No matter how many times she tried, she could not get the exact braid down. She was closer with every try, but it was still not the same. She huffed as she noticed a strand of hair too loose in the braid. Undoing the braid, she ran her hands through the soft, silky hair. She wouldn't tell Haldir, but she absolutely loved his hair. She envied how beautiful of a shade it was, and how well kept it was. As she tried again, she spoke to Haldir.

"Thank you." Calaereth suddenly said.

"For what?" Haldir turned his head slightly to glance at her, messing up her braid again, causing her to frown and undo it again.

"For saving me from a horrible evening meal." Calaereth spoke softly.

"It was no trouble at all." Haldir paused, closing his eyes at the feeling of her nimble fingers brushing though his hair. Haldir really enjoyed the feeling, it was comforting and nice. He refused to tell Calaereth that, he feared that she would enjoy that too much. "They needed to be reminded that I am still the Marchwarden here."

That made Calaereth laugh, "I am most sure they knew that tonight. The look on their faces was laughable!"

A low chuckle escaped Haldir's mouth, "It is quite nice to see the roles reversed isn't it?"

Calaereth smiled, "Yes." Giving up on braiding his hair, she pulled the hair on the other side of his head out of a braid so it was all down, the straight hair fell down his back and some spilling over his shoulders. She grabbed the brush, and brushed the tangles out of his hair, finishing quickly, she stood up. Stopping at the staircase, she glanced back at Haldir, her mouth drying for a moment at the sight of him. Moonlight spilling from the window into the room, onto Haldir. Making his blonde-silvery hair glow into an almost white color. His silver eyes were watching her, his skin almost glowing. Haldir reminded Calaereth of some kind of handsome hero out of a story. "Goodnight." Calaereth said quickly, heading for the stairs.

"Goodnight." Haldir murmured in awe, the image of her soft golden hair and light brown eyes still etched into his mind. Even at night, she looked beautiful, the moonlight touching her lightly. Haldir sighed, it was only the first night with her in his talan and already she was taking up all of his thoughts. Haldir blew out his candle, hoping for a deep sleep tonight. Little did he know, upstairs, Calaereth was having a very similar situation.

Well, that is chapter nine, what do you guys think? Did you like it in third person POV or not? I would love to have your opinions on it!