A/N OKAY SO I KNOW I SAID IMAN WAS GOING TO BE IN A LOVE TRIANGLE WITH SENDHIL AND LEGOLAS. I LIED. I HAD THIS IDEA ABOUT HER AND HALDIR AND I HAD TO CHANGE IT. IM SORRY. I COULDN'T FIND A WAY TO MAKE SENDHIL AND IMAN HAVE A CONNECTION. IT SEEMED A LITTLE PEDO TO ME. SEEING AS HE IS LIKE HER UNCLE. I KNOW I ALSO SAID I WOULDN'T UPDATE FOR AWHILE BUT THIS LITERALLY CAME TO ME WHILE I WAS SITTING AT MY DESK. SO I PULLED UP WORD AND STARTED TYPING AWAY. I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY THIS CHAPTER.
-WHO GAVE YOU PERMISSION TO REARRANGE ME? CERTAINLY NOT ME
-ERYKAH BADU
Iman was tired. After a 3 day stop and go hitch a fucking ride with the eagles, that was not comfortable at all, they were now walking which was going to be another 2 day hike until they reached Lothlorien. How she wished she had a car or hell even a bicycle. She desperately wanted a bath. She didn't bring a brush so her hair was an untamed mess of curls. She was grumpy and cranky and to top it all off she was having visions when she slept at night. Which in turned caused her to not sleep very well or at all. She was over it.
"I need to stop. I need a break." Iman said bitterly to Gandalf.
"We are almost there Iman, we do no need to delay any longer. You do not know what kind of evils lurk in these lands." Gandalf scolded her. Iman whipped her head around and glared at him. "Why can't you just like poof us there? You're an ancient Wizard right? Shouldn't you be capable?"
Gandalf ignore her. Purposely. He did not want to get into the depths of magic nor the limits of it. So he casually puffed his pipe blew out a smoked shaped sailboat.
Legolas let out a little chuckle. Iman gave him a death glare. Legolas averted his eyes. He did not want to incur her wrath again. He had just gotten back into her good graces and they were even laughing and joking again.
It was around noon when the traveling trio could see the border of Lothlorien. It was then when Gandalf suggested a reprieve. Reprieve my ass Iman inwardly groaned. Digging around in her duffle Iman grabbed her headphones. If she was going to have to keep walking she at least wanted some tunes she could jam out to.
A blood curdling scream ripped through the air, just as Iman had finished stringing her headphones under her shirt. Before she could even blink Legolas was in her face shouting instructions. "Stay behind Gandalf and I, when it's clear run towards the tree line."
"What? Why I am not running away."
"Iman, Please do not argue with me. Do as you're told." Legolas dismissed her and stood defensively Gandalf joined him, staff and sword in hand.
Legolas let the first arrow fly nailing a creature in the neck. There were at least 30 of them. Iman was initially scared but she quickly gained her wits. She would stay behind them but if need be she was not running away like a bitch. She would protect herself. Her father would expect no less.
Gandalf had powerful bursts of blue light coming out of his staff and was duel wielding his sword. So far no orc was able to reach her. There were probably about 15 orcs left and Legolas and Gandalf were a little further apart from each other and Iman was gearing up to defend herself. She looked to the boulders they had been sitting on and quickly began to manipulate the stone into the shape of a spear.
Before she could finish Iman had fell to the ground. An orc was on top of her with his blade raised above her. "Aye, aren't you a pretty thing." He drug the rusty blade across her cheek. "I'm going to put a maggot hole in that belly of yours and see if that makes you prettier." He spat, sending black spittle everywhere. Iman gagged. She tried to wriggle free. She couldn't. She needed her hands to defend herself and with them pinned by the orcs knees she was fucked. Think Iman, Think. What did your father tell you to do if you were pinned…? She remembered. With all the strength she could muster Iman slammed her head into the orcs face causing him to howl in pain and fall off of her. She quickly rolled over and stood up. She took advantage of her situation and kicked the orc in his stomach causing him to cry out in pain. She called for the spear she had made and without hesitation she pierced it through his skull.
Wasting no time Iman turned around and sent her spear corralling through an orc that was 5 feet away from beheading her. Iman's head began to hurt. It was taking a lot of concentration to maintain focus on the spear. Falling to her knees Iman cried out in pain as an arrow pierced her thigh. She searched for the culprit. Her eyes landed on a thing that's stood almost as tall as Legolas and had armor that was a lot thicker than the previous 2 orcs she killed. He smiled at her and ran. Iman begged her body to give her the strength to kill her enemy.
Touching the dirt beneath her finger Iman willed it to listen to her. Creating ripples into the ground the earth began to rumble and the earth began to split open and branch out. Iman felt a warm substance on her lip. Blood. Her nose was bleeding. Her vision began to swirl she needed to stop. Slowly she coaxed her power back inside of her. She fell back. Iman did not know how much time passed by she did not know if she managed to kill the orc or in fact more than just him. Her gaze remained pointed towards the sky. The blood rushing through her veins was causing her hearing to hum. She tried to sit up. So not a good idea.
Iman lay there breathing when a shadow was cast over her face. Above her stood an elf with long silver blonde hair and broad shoulders. His face was a little bigger than most elves.
"Are you okay?" The elf asked her concern and panic in his eyes. She was unable to speak. She was exhausted. She was fighting not to close her eyes.
Legolas quickly ran over and knelt down beside Iman pushing Haldir out of the way.
"Iman, speak. Are you well?" Legolas shook her gently.
"I think there is an arrow in me leg."
"There is. Do not move we need to try and pull it out."
Her eyes widened in horror.
"No don't, please." She pleaded.
"We have to. We need to pull it out so you can start to heal."
"Haldir is the tip poisoned?" Legolas asked.
"No it is not."
"Okay Iman take a deep breath. We will need to break it then pull it out."
Iman nodded her head and prepared herself for the pain. Too bad nothing in the world prepared it for it. It didn't hurt near as much going in. It was over in a flash but the pain lingered for a few more moments. Thankfully she did not pass out.
"Okay Iman, it went clean through. We are going to wrap it and try to get you to stand." She nodded her head. She mindlessly swiped the back of her hand across her sweat riddled forehead.
Legolas helped her stand. She gripped her head wincing from the pain of being pulled up so quickly. Her thigh did not feel so bad. She put a good amount of pressure on it and was able to stand unassisted. She scanned the carnage around her. Miscellaneous body parts lay strewn about eh ground. Black blood pooled beneath her feat. Then she noticed the canyon she had created.
"Omg did I do that?"
Gandalf nodded his head.
"I have to fix it I cannot leave it like that." Iman fought back tears.
"There is no time we need to get to the cover of the woods." Legolas said grabbing her hand.
Iman nodded her head. "Where is my duffle?"
An elf she didn't realize was standing there held up her bag. "Diola lle" (thank you)
The elf looked surprised she spoke Sindarian. Making hastes the group ran for the border steering clear of the mess Iman had made. Iman not quite recovered from using too much of her power improperly and her thigh aching she fell a little behind. She was next to the elf who had initially asked her was she alright. She was able to see him better now. Beautiful didn't do him justice. He seemed to have a glowing light emanating from his person and not one hair was out of place. It was hard for Iman not to look away. Haldir sensed her watching him. He turned his hand and smiled coyly at her. Iman quickly turned her head her cheeks flushed from being caught. The group probably ran for 3 hours and it was nearing twilight. Haldir suggested they stop and make camp.
The group sat around the campfire telling stories and catching. Iman felt a little isolated and decided to go refill her water pouch. Getting up to leave Gandalf suggested she take someone with her. Even though the stream was a short distance from their makeshift campsite. Haldir volunteered.
They walked in an awkward silence. Iman wondered if he thought her a perv because she was practically ogling him earlier.
"My name is Haldir." He said in perfect common tongue.
"I am Iman."
"I know who you are." He said.
Haldir knew of this girl for she is the one he saw in the mirror. The woman destined for him to fall in love with. He didn't know why. Of course she was beautiful any man with eyes could see that. She didn't seem ladylike or refined. He saw her as reckless. Brave but reckless. Her devastation to the ground could have swallowed Legolas and Gandalf. Why the Valor chose her was beyond his understanding and at that particular moment he could not see himself loving her. He scoffed at the thought.
"Is something wrong?" Iman asked.
Nothing that concerns you. "Dunmer". Iman froze in place. Did her just try and insult her. He did not want to get on her bad side. "Okay well I see I've already made a friend." She barked out sarcastically. Iman quickened her pace. She was not about to let this asshole degrade. Her she started counting aloud. Hoping that would calm her growing agitation at his words.
"Why are you counting?"
"None of your business."
She continued walking. He better not even think about touching her because if he did she would give him a taste of the same medicine she gave Legolas a few days ago. Reaching the stream Iman washed her face and began to fill her water pouch.
Haldir walked away to go relieve himself behind a tree. Iman took off her tunic revealing the black tank top with a built in sports bra she was wearing. She felt gross. Everything was sticking to her body. She rolled up her tank and noticed she had bruising on her torso from where that orc filth had sat on top of her. Haldir came back from around the tree. His breath left his body for a moment. Iman sat there bathed in the moonlight and her skin looked like the light that shown off Lady Galadriel. Most likely because she was her great great granddaughter. Her hair fell in her face in luxurious curls and her hands were rubbing her perfectly toned stomach. He noticed the bruising there. She definitely had more curves than the she-elves he had been with. Her breast were larger as well. Her green eyes glowed in the moonlight. He wondered if that's where she drew her power from. He could feel it wafting off of her. He reached out to him and wrapped him in a cocoon of warmth. He cleared his throat announcing his presence.
"May I take a look?"
Iman glanced over to him. Was he trying to be nice? Or maybe he was trying to lower her guard and stab her in the neck.
"Sure, but if you try anything I will set your ass on fire." She told him warningly. He chuckled. He definitely admired her spirit.
Haldir knelt down and touched her bare skin. It was so soft. Even under the dirt and grime she was covered in he could still smell citrus. Haldir's fingers were warm to the touch and sent shivers up her spine. He definitely let his hands linger a little bit too long but he couldn't help it. He was drawn to her, much to his dismay.
"What are you doing?" In unison they both turned the heads to see Legolas standing there.
"tendien a' y' harwa" (tending to a wound) Haldir replied with irritation. Why did he care? News had spread the prince fancied the girl. However he knew the valor had chosen Iman for him. Whatever feelings he thought he had were nothing but a shadow and a thought.
Legolas eyed the Marchwarden. Touching and rubbing over Iman. He did not approve. He also couldn't be jealous because Iman told him she did not want to focus on courtship. However he did not appreciate Haldir feeling her up.
Haldir hovered his lips above Iman's bruise and whispered some words she did not hear. His breath on her skin was giving her goose bumps. She let out a light giggle. Haldir looked at her telling her to be still with just a glance.
"I'm ticklish." She gushed.
Haldir finished his healing technique and helped Iman up. He nodded and walked back towards camp. Legolas walked over to Iman and pulled her in to an embrace.
"You did well today ai er" as he pressed a kiss to her head.
Iman wrapped her hands around him.
"Diola lle." (Thank you). Iman said up against his chest.
Legolas tilted Iman face up and gently pressed his lips to hers. He let his tongue caress her lips softly to which she happily opened her mouth to let him enter. Legolas slowly slid his tongue into her mouth. His tongue brushing against hers. His lips pushed a little more deepening the kiss as his hand came up to hold the back of her head. Iman pushed him away panting.
"Do you not desire me Melamin?" he asked, his eyes filled with hurt. Iman quickly threw her tunic back on.
"You know I do Legolas. I am not ready." She stepped back.
"Not even for me to kiss you? To touch your skin as you let Haldir?"
"Are you kidding me right now? Don't act like you walked up on us having sex. I was hurt and he was helping." She walked passed him. She did not feel like arguing she wanted to rest try and get some sleep.
Legolas followed her. The arrived back at camp to find mostly everyone asleep. Everyone except Haldir and Gandalf. Iman did not make eye contact with either of them. She just bid them goodnight and laid down on her bedroll. She didn't know how much sleep she was going to get tonight but she was most certainly going to try.
Iman woke up screaming. Starling everyone else awake. Legolas was the first one to be at her side. What was it? Iman looked straight at Haldir. Legolas followed her line of site.
"I saw you die." She directed at him. She stood up and walked over to him. "I had this same dream maybe 10 years ago, it was not a dream, was it?" Everyone looked around. Silently asking the question how did she know Haldir was pulled back from death? No one knew exactly how. Well two people did. The lady of light and Haldir. He remained quiet.
Gandalf spoke up. "My dear maybe it is best that you wait until you me the lord and lady of these lands." Iman did not break her gaze with Haldir. He did not look away either. He wondered if she knew. If she knew that his life was tied to his. That she was destined to fall in love with him and him with her.
Iman turned her back and packed up her bedroll. The sun was fully in the sky now. The sooner they got to the city the sooner she got to figure out just what the fuck was going on.