ACK! that was soooo short...so so sorry...okay so now I am going to something I rarely do...A trivia question for my fans...here it is:
What town do I currently live in?
(hint: its also the name of a place in Middle Earth)
the answer will be at the beginning of Chapter 5...LOL
CHAPTER 4
Haldir woke the next morning to find that he was not in his own talan. He was a bit disoriented,but thought recognized it as belonging to his brother Rumil. He slowly began to rise, but a hand on his shoulder stopped him.
" Rest Haldir."
Haldir's eyes widened. That was not Rumil's voice. Haldir swallowed hard and turned his head to see Lord Celeborn sitting in a chair beside the bed.
" L-Lord Celeborn?"
Celeborn smiled at the shocked marchwarden.
" Are you surprised?"
Haldir nodded in confusion.
" Why are you in Rumil's talan?"
Celeborn resisted the urge to laugh.
" Look again Haldir. This is not Rumil's talan."
Haldir looked around once more. His face paled. This was not Rumil's talan, it was Celeborn's. Haldir lowered his head.
" Forgive me My Lord."
Celeborn's smile faded. He remembered the night before. He had found Haldir sitting on the floor, berating himself. Celeborn had watched Haldir attempt to stand and even caught him when he nearly fell. As Haldir slept, Celeborn had tended to him, making sure every wound on the younger elf was cleaned and bandaged.
" Haldir, will you look at me? Saes?"
Haldir shook his head, fighting to control his tears. If he was here in Celeborn's talan, that meant that Celeborn had seen his wounds, the blood that came from them. Haldir lost control of himself and broke down, sobbing uncontrollably. Now that Celeborn saw him in that state, he would never love him.
TBC...