SWEPT AWAY
(Prequel to :THE HARD TRAVELLED PATH TO DESTINY)


Author: E'amane'Aldarion
Betas: Ziantasha, T. Futcher                            
Rating: R 
Main Pairing: HALDIR/SIDDHIR (OC)
Other Pairings: Haldir/ Elrond, Haldir/Anarin, Haldir/Tinion,
Haldir/Dinendal. 
Feedback: Sure! Eamane5@aol.com	
Warnings: Slash/Angst/Character death
Note: This story came as a result of several people who read my first story,
"The Hard Traveled Path to Destiny" wanting to know more about Haldir's
relationship with his first love, (Siddhir). Hope you like it folks! (smile)
Thank you all so very much for your feedback and compliments, all of which
are very much appreciated.                                               
Disclaimer: All characters (except Siddhir and Aranel) are the property of
J.R.R. Tolkien. I am just having fun with them. No money made here. That's
for sure- because I am soooo broke!
Summary: A story of Haldir's first love, who helped to shape the manner of
Elf he came to be. 
Timeline: Way before the Fellowship was even thought of.
Archives: Mirrormere, Lotrfanfiction,com, SlashFiction.net, Aniron Slash.
Anyone else, Please let me know where.	
Translations: [In brackets] *-* used for the Elvish language and for
emphasis. **-** used for Telepathic thoughts.

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FORTY ONE

*"N'ndengina sen,* [ don't kill them] Nilfalath. *Sedho. Uuma dela,"* [be
still. don't worry] Siddhir called out to the obviously agitated sentinel
whose bow, loaded with twin arrows, was trained on the two nervous men.

Nilfalath relaxed, but continued to frown. *"Amin n'rangwa edanea."* [I don't
understand these humans]

Siddhir smiled, and placed a calming hand on his shoulder. *"Uuma dela."*

Nilfalath bowed and stepped back beside Fereveldir, who was regarding the men
curiously.

Siddhir looked closely at the men. One was afraid, and the other desperate.
He nodded to the sentinels on either side of him.

*"Mallen pelu e' n'alaquel en' sen."* [circle around behind them]

Nilfalath, Fereveldir and four other sentinels immediately did as they were
told. The men looked around at them wide-eyed.

"I told you this was not a good idea, Hamal."

"And I told you that we had no other choice, Elam. We had to try and do
something," the man replied. "The Elves just don't understand us. We have to
try and make them understand that we need to see who leads them. Otherwise
they might keep us here forever. They don't seem to want to let us pass."

Siddhir listened to the exchange quietly, never once taking his eyes away
from them. He sensed a growing despair from both of the men now, and it was
overwhelming.

"You will not be here forever, but you will stay until our Commander
arrives," Siddhir said quietly.

The men's eyes widened.

"You speak our tongue?" Elam asked.

"I speak it well enough, but you will explain your intrusion to our Commander
and not to me," Siddhir replied. "Dismount and say no more."

The men did as they were told. Siddhir gestured to one of the Elves behind
them. The Elf moved forward and took each of the horse's reigns and led them
away.

"Your horses will be cared for," Siddhir commented, sensing the men's unease.

"Thank you," Hamal responded quietly.

All heads turned when Legandir returned with Haldir, and the two of them met
with the group in the clearing. Legandir quickly moved towards Siddhir's
side, while Haldir walked right up to the men.

The men gazed awkwardly at the towering Elf, taking note that he did not look
nearly as pleasant as some of the others. Looking at each other, they decided
to wait until they were spoken to.

"I am Marchwarden of Lorien. What business do you have here? Why have you
crossed the divide into our lands?" Haldir questioned.

Hamal bowed, and Elam did so as well, taking his friend's lead.

"Forgive our intrusion, Marchwarden. We are desperate, and knew not else what
to do. Our village and our people are in imminent danger and we seek your
help. We beg for it," Hamal pleaded.

Haldir regarded them with an unreadable stare and his hand resting on the
hilt of his sword. "That decision is not mine to make. Only the Lord and Lady
of Lorien can consider your dilemma. However, it *is* left to me to decide if
you shall advance past this point, So, tell me; why would I risk my life and
the lives of my people to aid you?"

"We *beg* of you Master Elf, we are in dire *need!* If it were only us men,
we would face the coming darkness on our own- but our village is mostly made
up of women and children- many of whose spouses were lost in previous
battles. It is for them that we seek your help. We simply cannot *survive*
without your aid. We have nowhere else to go. We could not make it to any of
our own people because our passage was barred. We had no choice but to come
here," Elam interjected.

Haldir turned his eyes to Siddhir, who nodded. The men were speaking the
truth. Against his better judgment, he acquiesced.

"You will follow me. Siddhir, have your guard take their posts." He spun on
his heel and walked away.

Siddhir relayed commands to the Elves surrounding them and they scattered,
quickly taking their posts again. Legandir remained by his side as he turned
back to watch the men follow Haldir off through the wood. They were visibly
relaxed now, and their hearts were full of hope.

"Captain, do you think we will be called upon to assist them?" Legandir
asked.

"I think it is likely," Siddhir replied. "Come; let us return to our post.
Whatever happens, we will be ready, will we not?"


************************************


"We had best be going now, Ru. Hal will skin us alive if he comes through
again and we are still here," Orophin remarked.

"Yes, I know," Rumil replied, grabbing a pear as he stood along with Orophin.

"Are you off to the practice fields?" Thrandronen asked as he slipped up
beside them.

"Um- yes," Orophin replied hesitantly.

"Would you mind terribly if I were to accompany you both? My talan is not far
from there, and I would relish some company if only for a short time before
retiring. I have just been relieved."

 "Why certainly, *mellon.* [friend] You are more than welcome to join us. Is
that not right, Oro?" Rumil asked with a wink.

"Of course," Orophin muttered.

"Many thanks," Thrandronen answered with a bright smile, quickly falling into
step with them as they left the common.


***************************************


"You will wait here," Haldir ordered, nodding to the sentinels on guard at
the base of the magnificent Mallorn that held Celeborn and Galadriel's talan.

Hamal and Elam watched curiously under the observant eyes of the tall, twin
guards in front of them as Haldir mounted what seemed like a never ending
staircase that wrapped around and up the expanse of the enormous Mallorn.
Eventually he disappeared beneath a thick canopy of shimmering, golden leaves
and they looked at each other in amazement.

"The stories are true, Hamal. The Elves of Lothlorien dwell in the trees,"
Elam whispered.

Hamal looked around. "The trees here are monstrous, but very beautiful as
well."

"Yes, they are," Elam agreed.

A shrill whistle from above interrupted their conversation, and the two
guards before them suddenly split up to stand by each of the men's sides.

*"Lle auta yeste,'* [You go first] one of the guards said to them.

The men looked at each other and then back at the guards, uncertain as to
what was being asked of them. The other guard repeated what the first had
said, and then pointed to the staircase.

Hamal nodded. "Come Elam; I think they want us to follow the Marchwarden."
 
Elam followed Hamal, and the two guards followed them. When they reached the
top, Haldir was waiting. He nodded to the two guards, and they turned and
left. His stormy grey eyes focused on the two men.

"Our Lord and Lady will see you now. You will convey to them your plight."

He turned and led them into a large and bright multi-windowed room.
Everything was almost blindingly white, and several ornately carved white
stone benches lined the walls. Before them was yet another staircase. The men
looked around in open-mouthed wonder, mumbling to each other how astonishing
it was that all of this beauty was built upon the limbs of an enormous tree.

"You may be seated. They will arrive soon," Haldir told them.

The men seated themselves quietly. Haldir stood where he was, unwavering as a
statue. He considered them with a steady gaze for a moment, and then averted
his eyes to one of the many windows and looked out over Lorien.

Suddenly, both men blinked as a bright light illuminated the already bright
room and at the top of the staircase stood a male and female Elf. Both were
radiantly beautiful in the men's eyes, but the female even more so. The light
seemed to emanate from her, making her long wavy tresses even more golden
than they already were. They knew not what made them do so, but the men
abruptly stood.

"Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel," Haldir announced.

Both men bowed low.

"Welcome to Caras Galadon and Lorien," Celeborn said, nodding to the men, who
stood erect again.

"Many thanks," Hamal replied.

"I understand that you have come to request our aid. Please, explain your
position," Celeborn requested.

Haldir bowed and turned to leave, but Galadriel called out to him.

"Haldir, I wish for you to stay. Please close the outer door."

Haldir nodded silently and did as he was asked.


***********************************


Tinion watched from the doorway of his talan as the Elf he had just coupled
with slipped away into the wood. Sated, he sighed deeply, grinning to
himself. He so adored coupling, and he never seemed to tire of it. It always
put him in the best of spirits, and right now he was feeling more than
wonderful.

He turned to go back inside his talan when he detected movement in the nearby
brush. He stood fast and watched until he saw Rumil appear carrying his bow.
His lips curled into a smile, and he called down to him.

"You have come from the practice fields I presume."

Rumil's smile brightened his face when he looked up and saw Tinion. "Yes."

"And how did you fare?" Tinion inquired.

" I did *very* well. So did Oro," Rumil answered happily.

"That is good to hear. Where is Oro? Why is he not with you?"

Rumil chuckled. "He is being entertained. I thought it best to leave him be."

Tinion laughed. "Surely Lillael is used to you tagging along by now."

Rumil moved quickly to the foot of the ladder. "He is not with Lillael."

Tinion raised an eyebrow. "Is that so? Has another fair maiden caught his
attentions?"

"Another has, I think. But, not a maiden," Rumil chuckled.

Tinion's eyes grew wide, and he quickly climbed down the ladder to join him.
*"Not* a maiden? Surely you jest! Who might it be then?"

"Thrandronen," Rumil whispered. "He has been making eyes at Oro all day."

*"Ed' I' ear ar' elenea!"* [by the sea and stars] Orophin with a *male?* I
never thought I'd see the day," Tinion snickered.

"It is true! I saw it all myself. But, do not tell him I told you. He will be
angry and think I did it  just to get back at him."

Tinion smiled. "I will not breathe a word. But, please enlighten me, what
would he think you were getting back at him for? What has he done?"

Rumil blushed. "I am embarrassed to say."

"There is no reason to be embarrassed. We are much like family, are we not?"

Rumil looked at him. "Yes, and that is why I am embarrassed."

Tinion grinned. "It is all right, Ru. There is no need. You may confide in
me."

 Rumil bit his lip. "I- I told Oro I had eyes for… you. He told me it was a
bad idea, and then he told Haldir, and he agreed with him."

Tinion blinked, completely taken off guard. "Rumil, I-"

"It is all right," Rumil interjected. "I am aware now that they are right.
You do not have to feel cautious around me."

Tinion relaxed and smiled. "Do I have your word? I know how very wilful you
can be."

Rumil grinned. "Yes. I have thought about it, and they are right. You are as
close to me as Fereveldir, Orolonn, and even Siddhir. You helped to rear me
and Oro just as well as them too. It would not be right."

Tinion nodded and placed a caring hand on his shoulder. "I am glad you
understand that. Besides, I love life and Haldir would quickly deprive me of
mine if I ever pursued you. I may be many things, but a fool is not one of
them."

Rumil looked into Tinion's large, iridescent blue eyes. "I know, but may I
ask something of you?"

"Certainly."

"Do you think me winsome?   I mean, if I were not who I am, would you look at
me twice?"

Tinion burst into joyful laughter.* "Pen-neth, vanimle sila tiri.* [young
one, your beauty shines bright] I would look at you *far* more than twice. To
that I give you my word."


**********************************


Galadriel nodded when her husband's eyes met hers.

"It is decided, then. We will assist you in your fight. Considering all else,
Haldir makes a good point as well. Should they defeat you, they will push
forward to Lorien. With every victory they would only grow bolder, and this
we cannot allow. Now, given what you have told us, it is best to leave at
first light. Is that not right, Haldir? Celeborn asked.

"Yes, my Lord."

"Very well." He turned toward the staircase. "Orolonn."

Another very tall Elf appeared at the top of the landing. "My Lord?"

"Please escort my wife to our quarters, and then show these men to a guest
talan. Haldir and I have much to discuss."



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At dusk, Siddhir was off duty and waiting at the table when Haldir entered
their talan an hour later. He smiled and stood to greet him.

"Forgive me, I was ravenous, so I have eaten already- but I have brought you
something," Siddhir offered.

*"Hannon lle, mir nin.* [thank you, my treasure] Perhaps I will have it
later. All I want to do right now is lie with you and hold you close. We go
into battle at first light."

Siddhir nodded, took his hand and led him into their bedroom.
FORTY TWO



Haldir awoke an hour before dawn to find the bed empty beside him. Puzzled,
he rose and found Siddhir sitting at the desk in the outer room.

"Is there something wrong? Why are you up so early?" Haldir asked, standing
in the doorway.

Siddhir hastily concealed the parchment on which he had written amongst a few
others piled on the desk and quickly turned to him with a smile. "No. I was
rested enough, and there was something I had to do."

Haldir smiled. "Speaking with your mother again?"

Siddhir nodded and slipped over to him. "It is best to try when all is
still."

"And how is she faring?"

"She is…well," Siddhir replied, quietly.

Haldir pulled him into an embrace. "You should ask her to visit Lorien
sometime soon."

Siddhir did not speak for a moment. Instead, he ran his fingers through
Haldir's unbound silver hair and held him close. He had no way of knowing
just how true his statement was. 

"I am sure she will."

 Haldir whispered as he placed soft kisses on the back of Siddhir's neck. "I
was just thinking…"

Siddhir smiled. "What were you thinking?"

"We still have some time before we have to gather and set off. We could go
back to bed…"

Siddhir grinned, but shook his head. "I would like nothing more, but it is
not wise. We will need our strength for battle. Besides, we will be lucky if
all the lovemaking we did last eve is not to our detriment."

Haldir sighed, and released him. "I loathe to admit it, but you are right."

"As usual," Siddhir chuckled.

Haldir raised an eyebrow. "Well, I would not go so far as to say *that,*
*lirimaer."* [lovely one]

Siddhir laughed and kissed him. "Come; let us ready ourselves."



******************************************



They walked side by side nearly an hour later on their way to the common.
This time, it was Siddhir who felt Haldir's pensive mood as they moved
through the wood. 

"What troubles you, *A'maelamin?"* [my beloved]

Haldir glanced at him. "I was pondering having you remain in here in Lorien
and taking Tinion instead. He is more than capable, and we know not what we
will encounter. I would feel better if you were here."

"And I would feel better if *you* were here- but that cannot be. So, I choose
to be where you are. Do not challenge me, and do not try to shelter me. It
cannot and will not work. *Amin khiluva lle a' gurtha ar' thar."* [I will
follow you to death and beyond]

Haldir stopped walking and turned to him. "How did I know you would say
tha

Siddhir smiled, and kissed him. "Because you know me, and you know me well.
Now come; let us not dawdle. We have to set example, do we not?"

Haldir chuckled, shaking his head in wonder. They continued walking. As they
entered the common, the alarm calling all warriors sounded precisely at dawn.


*******************************


Haldir and Siddhir stood at the main entrance as the soldiers of Lorien
gathered. Tinion was among the first, and he took his place beside them
nodding cheerfully.

"Will you call upon your brothers to join us?" Siddhir whispered in Haldir's
ear.

"Nay. They will remain in Lorien," Haldir replied.

"They will not be happy to hear that, I am certain."

"That may be so, but it is my decision. I would not want to worry after them
in a foreign land."

Siddhir nodded and watched as the common filled. Soon after, Lord Celeborn
and Lady Galadriel arrived. All gathered there quickly bowed as they entered.
Behind them, escorted by several guards, were Elam and Hamal.

Lord Celeborn nodded, and Haldir stepped forward.

"My friends, we have been called upon to aid these men in their quandary.
Darkness is near to crushing their city and they have had no recourse except
to seek our help. We will provide our help and aid them, but we do so to
ensure that this impending darkness will not overrun them and spill forth
into our lands. As long as we draw breath, we of the Galadhrim will never see
such gloom invade Lorien- not this day nor any other."

Haldir held up a parchment, and then placed it on a nearby table. "A roster
has been prepared. If you name is listed there, you will ready yourselves for
battle. We leave forthwith. If it is not, you will see to your regular
duties. That is all."

Tinion started to move to the table, but Haldir held him back. 

"You will remain in Lorien. Your skills are needed here."

Tinion nodded. "Very well, Captain."

Orophin pushed through the crowd with Rumil on his heels and rushed quickly
up to Haldir. The look on his brother's face told Haldir he was not at all
pleased.

"Why were we not called upon? We are of the Galadhrim! Are our skills not
needed in battle?" Orophin complained.

Haldir looked at him with steely eyes. "I have listed all I will need. You
and Ru will remain in Lorien. You will be needed here should things go bad."

Rumil nodded quietly, but Orophin glowered.

"You are doing this only to protect us! We are no longer elflings! We are of
the Galadhrim and we have earned the right to be here! You should not deny us
just because we share the same blood. It is unfair!" 

Haldir raised an eyebrow and a dangerous expression crossed his features.
Siddhir stepped forward and quickly pulled Orophin away.

"Orophin, calm yourself. What you say is untrue. Your brother has not done
what you are accusing him of. He has done what he thinks best for Lorien, and
it is his place to do so. Trust me, please. He needs you and Rumil to remain
here," Siddhir stated.

"I agree with Siddhir," Rumil chimed in as he joined them. "Hal would not do
that. We should do what he says, Oro. He has enough to contend with, and
besides, even Tinion and Orolonn are staying. Clearly all of us are not
needed for this particular undertaking. We will see battle soon enough, and I
for one am in no hurry."

Siddhir smiled and grasped Orophin's shoulder. "He is wise for such a young
one, is he not?"

Orophin exhaled, defeated. "Yes, he is. Please excuse me."

He walked back over to where Haldir stood speaking with Celeborn and
Galadriel, and waited. 

When Haldir finished, he turned to Orophin with a raised eyebrow expecting a
renewed assault from his younger sibling.

"Forgive me brother, I was wrong," Orophin admitted. "You are Marchwarden,
and you know best. I will follow your orders without further question."

Haldir relaxed. *"Hannon lle."* [thank you]

*"Gerich veleth nin,"* [you have my love] Orophin whispered as he embraced
him.

"And you mine," Haldir returned.

Orophin released him. "Is there anything I can do to assist you, brother?"

Haldir smiled. "All has been prepared. Look after Ru and our foster parents.
That will make my heart light."

"I will," Orophin promised.

Haldir embraced Rumil, who had joined them with Siddhir, and then turned to
the mass of Elves before him.

"The time has come. We leave for battle," he announced loudly.

"May the Valar be with you all," Celeborn added.

A roar of acquiescence rose from the horde. Haldir nodded to Celeborn and
Galadriel and was the first to leave the common along with Elam and Hamal.
Siddhir remained until the other Galadhrim passed through, and followed
behind. His eyes met Galadriel's, feeling her concern. He smiled, spoke to
her mind, and then left the common and Lorien for battle.



************************************


"I shall miss him terribly. His light is so bright," Galadriel whispered to
her husband.

"As will we all," Celeborn replied quietly. Then he turned to those that
remained in the common.

"You are relieved. Go about your duties."

The common started to empty. Galadriel slipped over to where Rumil and
Orophin stood talking with Tinion and Orolonn. All of them immediately bowed.

"Be at ease. I wanted only to speak briefly with Orophin and Rumil,"
Galadriel said warmly.

"My Lady?" Orophon responded.

"I would like very much for you and Rumil to visit with us at Caras Galadon
later this evening, for long has it been since we have spent time together."

"Of course, my Lady," Rumil replied with a grin. Orophin nodded.

Galadriel smiled. "Very well. We shall see you both later. Carry on."

She turned and moved back to Celeborn's side. He nodded at them, took her
arm, and together they left the common along with four guards who stood
waiting.

"How very fortunate for you both," Tinion snickered.

Orophin frowned.

Tinion laughed at the expression on the younger Elf's face. "Calm yourself,
*pen-neth.* [young one] I was only jesting. You have become far too serious
as of late."

"He has inherited our brother's bad side it seems," Rumil remarked.

"I have not," Orophin refuted.

Orolonn and Tinion looked at each other and burst into laughter. Rumil joined
them.

Orophin waved a hand at them and spun on his heel and stalked away.

Orolonn looked uneasily at Rumil. "Is he all right? We meant no harm."

Rumil sighed. "There are times when he is very much like Hal indeed, and
keeping things to himself is one of them. He is probably just worried. I will
go and find him."

"I would join you, but I have to report for duty. Tell him we did not mean to
upset him," Tinion offered.

"I will," Rumil replied, running off on the path that Orophin had taken.


************************************



Elrond stood by the window, looking out at the gardens below. Normally,
casting his eyes over such beauty as this made his heart light with joy- but
today, it could not begin to heal the pain he felt inside.

"My Lord?" 

Elrond turned to see Erestor standing in the doorway, his soft features
reflecting both concern- and knowledge.

"It is time?" he whispered.

Elrond nodded. 

Erestor slipped up beside him and placed an arm about his shoulders. "The
Valar must need him more than we, for naught else would make any sense."

Elrond sighed heavily. "I know, but even so- it does not make the pain less
severe." he turned and walked away from the window, taking a seat behind his
large desk. Pushing several scrolls aside, he rested his head on closed
fists.

 "There are times I wish I was not blessed with the gift. Many nights I yearn
for a dreamless sleep, and to awaken knowing naught of what is happening in
the world. There is far too much sadness and not enough joy in the days we
are living in."

"You know full well what Siddhir would say to that, and besides, we can hold
on to the joy yet to come forth. Valinor will hold no such heartbreak,"
Erestor reminded him.

Elrond smiled thinly. ""Tis true, but not soon enough, I fear." He sighed
again. "I have grown tired, *mellon*… [friend] tired of witnessing the blood
of my kin spilled upon this dank and wretched earth, and tired of a world
thrown constantly at odds with the darkness of evil. The call of the sea
rings loud in my ears. I struggle with my will almost daily to deny my desire
to answer it and leave all of this madness behind. But, it is not yet time,
and I know I cannot."

Erestor nodded silently in confirmation. He too was guilty of the same
thoughts.

They both turned at the sound of a soft knock on the open door.

"You may enter, Anarin. How can I help you?" Elrond asked.

Anarin bowed. "My Lord, please forgive my intrusion, but I thought it best to
inform you that Elladan has roused Glorfindel's wrath yet again, and he is
pursuing him vigorously through the gardens at this very moment."

Elrond closed his eyes for a moment, then rose and looked at Erestor. "Where
would be my joy if not for Elladan? Come; I will need your help containing
Glorfindel."

Chuckling softly, Erestor joined him as they followed Anarin out to the
gardens.
FORTY THREE



Night had fallen as the contingent drew upon the village. As they reached the
top of a mountainous grassy knoll above it, the glow of many torches
approaching from the opposite side could be clearly seen. Haldir's eyes swept
over the large mass of flickering flames and calculated the enemy's numbers
and their own to be closely matched.

"Hamal! We have made it in time!" Elam cried out.

"We have- but with very *little* time," Hamal replied, drawing his sword.

Haldir turned to Siddhir and Fereveldir. *"Ela sen. Tira ten' rashwe. Lye
nuquernuva sen e dagor."* [Flank them. Be careful. We will defeat them in
battle] 

*"An band, cano nya,"* [Be safe, my commander] Siddhir replied with a nod. He
turned and gestured to the Elves behind him, and they drew apart to the left
of Haldir's group. They moved forward quickly.

Fereveldir did the same with the group he headed. They split apart and veered
to the right, leaving Haldir's charge along with Hamal and Elam in the
center.

Haldir turned to the men. "Take your horses and move quickly. Do what you can
to see that your women and children are gathered and taken to the safest
place possible. We will follow." 

The men nodded, mounted their horses and sped away.

Haldir unsheathed his sword and raised the blade high in the air. *"Gurth
goth rim!*  [death to our foes] 

Swords and bows drawn, the Galadhrim swept rapidly down the hill and into the
village of men.



**************************************



Orophin yawned, shifted on the branch and removed a piece of Lembas from his
tunic pocket. He took a bite and sighed, gazing out along the great divide.

 Tinion stole a glance at him and smiled. "Feeling a tad bored are we?"

Orophin smiled. "You think me a fool? I would never admit that to my
superior."


Tinion laughed. "Ah, you are wise and alert after all."

"Always," Orophin replied as he finished eating.

"How have you been faring, Oro? It is not often we share duty together and I
have not seen much of you lately. In fact, the last time I did, you seemed
quite upset."

"I am well. I was not really angry before- there are just so many things on
my mind," Orophin answered.

"I see. Well, I will not press. If you should ever feel the need to confide
in someone, you know where to find me."

Orophin smiled. "That is good to know. *Hannon lle."* [thank you]

*"Lle creoso,"* [you're welcome] Tinion replied. Suddenly, he frowned and
stood up on the branch.

*"Man cenich?"* [what do you see] Orophin whispered, rising quickly to stand
beside him.

"Scouts. Four of them, there- in the brush," Tinion replied softly, pointing
out into the darkness. 

 "My brother spoke the truth! They mean to try and invade Lorien!" 

Tinion loaded dual arrows in his bow, and whistled a call out into the night.
"Try they might, but they most definitely will not succeed."


******************************************


 Instantly, they were engaged in battle. No sooner had they entered the small
village, the horde of Orcs met them head on. The screams of women and
children could be heard above the din of clashing metal swords and the sharp
twang of spent bowstrings. Haldir noticed Elam leading a group of them away
while fending off an attack from an over zealous Orc. After killing his own
attacker, he swiftly decapitated the Orc that hindered Elam's escape. 

His eyes constantly assessing the progress of his fellow soldiers, Haldir cut
through the mass of Orcs, killing them with brutal efficiency and rapidly
decreasing their numbers. As he rounded the corner of a dwelling, he saw an
Orc cut down one of his own guard and then proceed to charge after a child
that stood frozen with fear, tears staining his round red cheeks.

As he moved to engage the Orc, Siddhir appeared suddenly and cut it down with
a wide and precise sweep of his blade. He quickly pulled the child into his
arms and disappeared down the path Elam had taken with the other children.
Haldir could not help but smile briefly after witnessing his lover's strength
and agility in battle.

Spinning around, he found himself back to back with Fereveldir fending off an
assault from both sides. They quickly dispatched the snarling Orcs and moved
forward with several other Galadhrim, pushing the offending pack of beasts
back into the valley and away from the helpless village. 

Siddhir was ahead of them now, thrusting, slicing and hacking his way through
the mass of foul smelling creatures with Thrandronen amongst others by his
side. Haldir could see him clearly as he scanned over the mass of dueling
bodies in the darkness. He knew now that the battle would soon be won. The
Orcs' numbers had been cut by more than half, and the Lorien troops were
succeeding in driving them away from the village. Some had retreated long
before this point in the battle, as if realizing their impending doom was
close at hand.



**************************************


 
Tinion's arrows sliced through the necks of two of the Orcs as Orophin's
arrow hit the third in the forehead. The last Orc started to run, but was
caught in the back by an arrow that came sailing through the trees to the
right of them. A series of whistles echoed through the night air, and Tinion
returned them. Soon after, a fire blazed up just beyond the divide. They
watched as the carcasses of the hapless creatures were tossed into it.

Tinion smirked and sat back down on the branch. "And I thought it would be
another uneventful evening."

"Do you think they will send more scouts to follow them?" Orophin inquired.

"Nay, I do not," Tinion replied.

Orophin sat beside him. "How can you be certain?"

"They will think twice when they realize their scouts have not returned.
Besides, I do not believe they will overtake our contingent."

Orophin sighed. "I hope you are right."

Tinion smiled and placed and hand on Orophin's shoulder. "Have you not heard?
Much like your brother, I am *always* right."

Orophin could not help but laugh.


******************************************


Hamal charged forward and beheaded one of five Orcs that encircled Siddhir
and Thrandronen while Haldir fought against the three who had decided to rush
him. Desperate now, the Orcs that remained were teaming together in their
assault with every opportunity that presented itself. Fereveldir took several
slashes on the arm as he thwarted an attack on Hamal from behind.

They drove the Orcs further and further into the valley beyond the village.
Suddenly, arrows began spraying from the cover of the trees on both sides of
them and Thrandronen was cut down along with two more of the Galadhrim.
Angered now, covered in black Orc blood, Siddhir found new strength as he
took on Orcs who had cast aside their bows and were coming forth in droves
from the trees with blades drawn. From the corner of his eye, he saw Haldir
and more of their contingent moving fast towards them to counter the new
onslaught.

Siddhir battled two Orcs now, and was about to strike a deadly blow when they
suddenly retreated, looking past him. Puzzled, he turned around, and his eyes
grew wide. The creature behind him was nothing he had ever seen the likes of
before. It was Orc-like in most respects, but far larger and more powerfully
built than the slighter creatures he had always known. The creature shot its
arm out, grabbed him by the throat, and hurled him through the air. He landed
hard on his back against the base of a large tree.

Stunned and paralyzed from the impact that left searing pain running up the
base of his spine, Siddhir could not react to fend off the attack of the
nightmarish beast. The creature came at him full speed, with blade drawn and
the might of its great weight behind him. It plunged its sword forcefully
into the helpless Elf's chest, impaling it and him to the tree itself.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Haldir's cry could be heard above the clashing blades and the grunts and
squeals of the Orcs. He ran forward like a madman towards the offending
beast, slashing and ripping apart every Orc in his path as he went. A few
Orcs further ahead saw him coming and backed away in fear at the largely
built, silver haired Elf who had suddenly transformed into a hurried, blood
thirsty killing machine. The lone Uruk Hai kneeled down, took the blade of a
nearby dead Orc, and stood waiting bearing a wolfish, jagged toothed grin.

Fereveldir pulled his bow and fired several arrows in rapid succession at the
beast when he turned suddenly and saw it, while Haldir kept charging forward.
When Haldir reached the abomination he dove immediately at its feet, forcing
the monster to the ground. Without a moment's hesitation, he pulled out his
short daggers and plunged them deep into the creature's neck. Then he jumped
swiftly to his feet, drew his sword, and brought it down hard on its face.
Blinded by his rage, Haldir continued to strike mercilessly at the twitching
Uruk Hai.

"Haldir! Haldir!" Fereveldir cried out, running quickly to assist him.

Haldir continued to bring his blade down with all the force he could muster,
even though he could no longer see. His entire face was blackened by the
spurting blood of the beast, but he could feel his sword meeting flesh and
that was all he needed to continue.

"Haldir! It is dead!! Stop! The battle is over!! All that are not dead have
retreated! Hear me, Haldir! It is over!" Fereveldir cried as he neared him.

With a last powerful strike, Haldir stopped and stood there- his breath
coming in ragged gasps, glowering at the dismembered carcass of the dead Uruk
Hai at his feet. Fereveldir ran fast to his side.

*"Mellonamin,* [my friend] it is over. We have won," Fereveldir panted,
gathering his breath.

Haldir wiped his face with the back of his sleeve and looked around. The
valley was littered with dead Orcs and his guard stood waiting for direction.
He sheathed his blade and walked away.

"Haldir! Where are you going? What-"

Fereveldir stopped in mid sentence when his eyes focused on where Haldir was
heading. There, impaled on a tree- to his horror, was Siddhir.

"Elbereth," he whispered. Blinking back rapidly forming tears, he ran behind
his lifelong friend.


**********************************


"Are you not being relieved as well?" Orophin asked.

"Not until morning," Tinion replied.

"I can stay on," Orophin offered.

Tinion waved a hand. "'Tis not necessary. Taurnil will arrive soon. I will
come down with you and stretch for a time though."

They descended the Mallorn and dropped to the ground. Rumil was there to meet
them.

"Captain, did I do well? It was my arrow that felled the last of those
fiends," Rumil stated happily.

Tinion smiled. "You did indeed, as did Oro. I assume you have been relieved?"

"Yes. Belurion has taken my post," Rumil answered.

"Good. Your replacement has arrived as well, Oro."

All turned and nodded when Peldor, a large blond Elf with sharp chiselled
features stepped up to them.

Peldor nodded in return. *"Mae Govannen.* [well met] Is all still this
night?"

Rumil and Orophin chuckled.

Tinion grinned. "It is *now.*"

Peldor smiled and scaled the Mallorn. Tinion placed a hand on both Orophin
and Rumil's shoulders.

"Haldir will be very proud of you both. *Quel du."* [good night]

The brothers smiled and nodded as Tinion ascended the Mallorn again. They
turned then and started walking home.

"Oro, could I share something with you?" Rumil asked.

"Certainly," Orophin replied, looking curiously at his younger sibling.

"I have a bad feeling and I am worried."

"About Hal?"

Rumil nodded.

"Orophin sighed. "So am I, Ru. So am I."


*****************************************


Haldir reached out and lifted Siddhir's chin. To his astonishment, Siddhir's
eyes opened and gazed deeply into his own. His bloodied lips spread into a
warm smile, and then the light in his eyes faded. The slack in his body
confirmed he was dead.

Haldir choked back his tears, closed Siddhir's eyes and held him close,
cradling his head against his chest. Behind him, Fereveldir and the others
stood in silent shock and waited. Finally, Fereveldir quietly slipped up
beside him.

"Haldir, we have to free him now," he whispered.

Haldir held up a hand. "Do not touch him. I will do it."

Fereveldir wiped his eyes and exhaled. "Haldir, you cannot hold him and free
him too. Please, let me help you."

Haldir said nothing for several moments. Finally, he nodded.

"I will do it as quickly as possible. Hold tight onto him," Fereveldir
stated.

Haldir nodded again.

Fereveldir took the handle of the blade in both hands, gripped it firmly and
secured his footing. Taking a deep breath, he pulled with all his might,
freed Siddhir's body from its deadly embrace and fell backwards down onto the
ground. Another soldier quickly moved forward to help him up.

Haldir caught Siddhir's body in his arms, caring little that his lover's
blood spilled forth fresh from the fatal wound and was spreading rapidly over
his own tunic. Silent tears streamed down his bloodied cheeks, cleaning the
skin underneath and leaving grotesque stripes on his cheeks. Haldir lifted
Siddhir's lifeless body in his arms and began walking away. Fereveldir nodded
to the others. They fell in step behind him, and he hurried to catch up with
Haldir.

"Will we be leaving straight away, or will we set camp?" Fereveldir queried.

Haldir looked at him. "We will rest. See to it that our dead are collected.
We will set camp at the base of the hill outside the village. Have them
brought there."


*************************************


"We have won, Hamal. With the help of the Elves, we have won," Elam remarked
excitedly as he looked around the village.

Hamal sheathed his sword and sighed heavily. "We have paid a high price for
the victory. There are many dead, and that makes for more widows and
fatherless children."

"How many dead?" Elam asked.

"Fourscore easily- most likely more," Hamal replied.

"I witnessed one of the Elves falling. I wonder how many they have lost in
our defense."

Hamal sighed again. "I would hope it is not many. Come; let us first see to
the women and children."


***********************************


Awhile later, Haldir looked up as Fereveldir approached with the last of
their contingent. He looked around briefly at those behind him in the tents,
and then back at Fereveldir.

"How many lost?"

"Five," Fereveldir replied solemnly.

"I saw Helas cut down. Who are the other three?" Haldir questioned.

"Thrandronen, Thelmir and Andril."

Haldir nodded and watched as the soldiers with Fereveldir gently placed the
four bodies inside one of the tents next to Siddhir on the grass. He groaned
and closed his eyes.

Fereveldir sat beside him. "Rest for a time, Haldir. I will keep the watch."

*"Hannon lle,"* [thank you] Haldir replied, his voice barely above a whisper.
He rose then and left.

An hour later, Fereveldir pulled himself to his feet as Hamal and Elam
approached. Calaglin and Dinendal had already rushed forward to intercept
them.

"It is all right, sentinels. Allow them to pass," Fereveldir called out.

The two men bowed and slipped up to Fereveldir. Calaglin and Dinendal fell
into place behind them, watching their every move.

"Where is your Commander? We would like very much to thank him for all of
your help in this unfortunate situation," Hamal remarked.

"He is taking some much needed rest. I command now," Fereveldir answered.

"Then we would thank you," Elam chimed in.

"There is no need," Fereveldir replied.

"Have you taken any losses?" Hamal queried.

"Five."

"Only *five?* That is a miracle," Elam noted.

Fereveldir's brow creased. "How very different we are from each other. You
perceive five as an acceptable number whilst we perceive *any* loss of life
as totally *unacceptable.*"

Elam's face grew red. "Forgive me, I did not mean to sound uncaring. We lost
so many more. That was all I meant."

"No matter," Fereveldir responded. "How else might I assist you?"

"It is we who would like to assist *you,*" Hamal replied. "Besides having our
deepest gratitude for all you have done, we wanted to inform you that our
women and children were spared. We would like to assist you in any way we can
with whatever provisions you might need as well," Hamal answered.

"That is good to hear, and many thanks, but we have what provisions we need.
We will camp here the remainder of the night, and will depart sometime in the
early morning."

Hamal nodded. "Very good, then. Perhaps we might thank the Marchwarden
personally before you set off on the morrow?"

"Perhaps," Fereveldir replied.

"You should see to your wounds," Elam suggested, looking at the slashes
covering Fereveldir's arm.

Fereveldir nodded, but did not reply.

"Very well, then." Hamal spoke up. "We will leave you now to your rest. Good
night." 

 "Good night," Fereveldir responded.

The men turned and walked back towards the village. Calaglin and Dinendal
eyes burned holes in their backs as they disappeared from sight. Then they
turned and re-entered the tent. Fereveldir strolled quietly over to where
Haldir slept, his heart full of sorrow as he gazed upon his dear friend. He
had not always agreed with Haldir's extreme hatred for men, but now he could
certainly empathize with his reasoning. Sighing heavily, he slipped out of
the tent and
took his place again by the fire. 
FORTY FOUR



Soft golden streaks of dawn spread widely across the sky as the Elves slowly
started to awaken within the camp. Fereveldir put out the fire in front of
him and sighed heavily as the calls of birds broke the silence that hung
heavy in the morning air. He stood to stretch and smiled as Calaglin moved
towards him.

*"Quel amrun,"* [good morning] he whispered.

*"Quel amrun,"* Calaglin returned. "I have come to relieve you. Perhaps you
might enjoy some rest before we set off. It may be little, but even a little
can help."

Fereveldir smiled. "That is very kind of you *mellonamin,* [my friend] but
surprisingly I am quite well. I can rest when we return to Lorien. At any
rate, I am certain Haldir will awaken soon and I would like to be conscious
when he does."

Calaglin nodded and sat. "I understand. I will stay with you for a time." 

"I would enjoy the company," Fereveldir replied, sitting beside him.

They looked out together at the still village ahead, and then began to talk
amongst themselves. Nearly an hour later they both rose to their feet.
Several people were moving quickly towards them, and they were being led by
Hamal.

Fereveldir quickly looked behind him to see several of their contingent alert
and standing at the ready. He turned back as Hamal moved forward alone,
leaving several women holding large basins and children waiting. The man
bowed with respect before he stepped up to them.

Fereveldir bowed in return.

"You said you had your own provisions, but I am fairly certain that the only
water you carry with you is for drinking. The women of our village thought
you might like to clean up some and have brought with them water for washing
if you would like. It is a long way to the nearest stream and I am sure you
loathe the foul beasts' blood on your skin as much as we."

"That is very thoughtful," Fereveldir responded. He turned to Calaglin.
"Please escort them to where they may lay down their loads."

Hamal gestured to the women and they followed Calaglin. All but one, who
stood with a large bowl, watching over the line of children beside her.

"Might I speak with your commander this morn?" Hamal asked.

"Nay, I am afraid he is still resting," Fereveldir replied.

Hamal pointed past him. "Pardon, but is that not him there in the other
tent?"

Fereveldir turned to see Haldir kneeling beside the bodies of their fallen.
He sighed and returned his attention to Hamal.

"You are quite correct, but I am afraid it is not a good time. Rest assured,
I will convey to him your gratitude."

Hamal looked up at him bewildered. "Does he not wish to speak with me? Have I
offended him in some way?"

Fereveldir fixed his eyes upon the man. "It is not that. Although it is true
we only lost five of our own compared to your great losses, the deaths of
those five weigh heavily upon him as our commander. Worse it is still that
his mate is amongst them." 

Hamal's eyes widened. "By the Gods! I did not know."

"It is all right, for you had no way of knowing. So, perhaps you will forgive
him this formality. He simply is not prepared to hold company at this time."

*"Hannon lle*, [thank you] Fereveldir. I am well enough. You wished to see
me?" Haldir asked, looking intently at Hamal as he approached them. 

The man bowed again. "Commander, I merely wished to thank you for myself and
my people for everything you have done and have lost to aid us. It was very
much appreciated, and we hold ourselves in your debt."

Haldir's intense grey eyes shone clear through the dark smudges on his face
as he gazed at the man. "We are the Galadhrim and our duty is to Lorien. In
assisting you, we aided our own, so
we accept your gratitude, but we hold you not in debt."

"You have been more than kind. Please allow me to offer my deepest
condolences for your losses and your personal loss as well," Hamal replied.

Haldir looked briefly at Fereveldir, then back at the man. 

"Thank you."

Hamal bit his lip as he considered Haldir, who stood gazing down at him
expectantly.

"Is there something else you wish to say?" Haldir questioned.

"Um, I know a little about your kind- and I am aware that you will not leave
your dead in another land. You have neither carriers nor horses. Would you
accept help from us in this regard? It is the least we can do."

Haldir was silent for a moment. Then he nodded. "We would be most grateful."

"I will see to it straight away," Hamal replied.

Haldir nodded.

A young girl in tattered clothes at the end of the line of children standing
behind Hamal suddenly stepped forward and moved towards Haldir. 

Hamal quickly grabbed her arm. "No, Sephia. You cannot just walk up on a
commander like that."

Haldir held out his hand as he gazed down at the determined young girl. "Do
not scold her. She may speak."

Hamal smiled. "Go ahead then, Sephia. The commander will hear you."

The girl moved closer to Haldir and looked up at him with wide blue eyes.
"Thank you master Elf. Thank you for saving us. My father was lost in the
last battle. Thanks to you and your army I still have my mother." She then
reached in her pocket and held a stalk of grapes out to him.

Haldir's expression softened. He kneeled down and took the offering, pulling
off one of the grapes and eating it. 

"Thank you, and you are most welcome." 

Sephia smiled, and then she bowed before Haldir and backed away. Hamal turned
and beckoned the woman who stood with the children forward.

"Please accept this humble offering as well. We know you have provisions, but
you are many and perhaps this will help," Hamal stated.

Fereveldir looked at Haldir, who nodded, and then smiled and took the large
bowl of mixed fruits that the woman held out to him.

"We thank you yet again," Haldir said to Hamal.

 "I have been told you would be leaving early this morn?"

"That is so."

"We will leave you now to your solitude and preparations. I will send the
carriers straightaway as promised. Farewell."

"Farewell," Haldir replied.

Hamal gestured to the women and children and they walked back towards their
village. Sephia remained, took a last look at Haldir and smiled. Then she ran
to catch up with the others.

"I am quite famished truth be told," Fereveldir commented, gazing into the
large bowl. "Would you care for something?"

"I have more than enough," Haldir answered, holding up the grapes that the
girl had given him. "Come; let us share with the others."


****************************************


Celeborn reached out his arm and frowned, immediately awakening. The bed
beside him was empty. He sighed, thinking his wife had most likely gone to
gaze into her mirror. He pulled himself up to sit in bed and wait for her. To
his surprise, he caught a glimpse of her long golden hair as it blew freely
in the breeze from out on the veranda. He climbed out of bed, slipped on a
robe and went to join her.

"You have risen far earlier than usual, *A'maelamin.* [my beloved] Tell me
what troubles you," Celeborn asked in a quiet voice.

Galadriel turned slowly to gaze into his eyes. "I can feel his pain."

Celeborn nodded, knowing whom she spoke of; but said nothing. Instead, he
pulled her gently into his arms and held her close.

"His pain is so deep, but he puts on a brave face for his guard. It is
heartbreaking," she whispered into his chest.

"I am certain, but you know we must be strong for him. Our Haldir is very
proud," Celeborn replied.

Galadriel took a deep breath. "'Tis true, but it pains still to know that his
pride will see him alone for such a long time. I was speaking with Elrond,
and I must say that there are times I feel as he does; that I did not have
this gift of foresight. Even though I know he will find a greater happiness
in the future, it does not take away the sting of having to watch him suffer
until that day comes."

Celeborn released her and took her hand in his, leading her back inside. "I
know well of what you speak. When Siddhir and I spoke that night in their
time of trouble, he expressed those very same thoughts to me. I did
understand his reasoning, but you were wise for us to intervene. I am certain
it would be far worse for Haldir had they been estranged when Siddhir met his
fate."

Galadriel nodded. "The battle has been won. The villagers have been saved
from total annihilation, and we have assured Lorien's safety for a time. But,
the victory is bittersweet. In a sense they have gained a small foothold by
succeding in putting down another with the gift." 

Celeborn sat beside her on the bed. "Will Elrond attend the services?"

"I advised him not to. The darkness had receded, but it has not left
entirely. He knows this as well, and he agrees."

"'Tis a shame," Celeborn remarked.

"Yes, but it is unavoidable for the moment. They have already come close with
Elrond once. We have to be cautious."

"Of course."

Celeborn looked into her eyes. "How many have we lost in this conflict?

"Five. Except for Siddhir, I know not yet who. The mirror has not shown me
their faces," Galadriel replied.

Celeborn sighed. "Very well. I shall see to it that our hearlers are prepared
for their imminent arrival. It will be a very sad day for Lorien indeed."


***********************************


"Let me look at your arm," Haldir demanded, after washing his face from one
of the many basins of water.

 "It is nothing, Haldir. Worry not over it. I am quite well."

Haldir raised an eyebrow. "Are you refusing an order from your commander? I
think not."

Fereveldir blinked, but held out his arm and raised up the slashed sleeve.
Haldir tore off a piece of cloth from his tunic hem, dipped it into a nearby
basin, and then cleaned the skin on his friend's arm to see the wounds. He
examined each of them carefully.

"These are slight enough to heal on their own," Haldir reported, pointing to
several of the slashes. "But this one needs stitching. Why did you not come
to me? Do you *want* to bleed to death?"

Fereveldir frowned. "It is not bleeding profusely. I would have made it to
Lorien. You have enough to contend with."

Haldir's eyes blazed. *"Never* do this again. *Heniach nin?* [do you
understand] 

"Y-yes," Fereveldir replied, momentarily stunned by his friend's tone.

Haldir left and quickly returned with a pack and removed the things he
needed, then he began stitching Fereveldir's wound. Fereveldir grimaced
during the process, but otherwise did not utter a sound. When it was done,
Haldir tore two wide strips of cloth from his cloak and wrapped them loosely
around the arm from bicep to wrist.

*"Hannon lle."*

Haldir looked into his friend's eyes again. *"Lle creoso."* [you're welcome]
Now, go into the tent and get some rest. We will depart soon after you
awaken."

"Haldir, I do not need to rest. We can leave now if- "

Fereveldir stopped cold upon seeing the look on Haldir's face. 

"Very well."

Haldir watched as Fereveldir stood and moved slowly towards the tents, and
then began placing his things back in the pack. He sighed heavily, and pulled
his hair free of his misshapen braids. Then combing through the silvery locks
with his fingers, he quickly re-did them, stood and went to check on the
others.

Two hours later, Fereveldir awoke and assisted eagerly in breaking down their
camp as much as the pain in his arm would allow. When all was finished,
Haldir led the Galadhrim away from the village of men to return home to
Lorien.
FORTY FIVE



By mid afternoon the following day, Orophin was the first to sight the
Galadhrim approaching from the far side of the divide. He sent forth a sharp
series of whistles. Anyriand, on post beside him, stood quickly and moved
closer to him on the branch.

"Our army returns?"

"Yes," Orophin replied. Squinting now, he frowned. "They have carriers.
Someone must be hurt."

Anyriand sighed. "Or dead."

Orophin looked at him quickly, and then returned his gaze to the approaching
contingent. "Go and call upon Tinion. He would wish to be here. Alert the
healers as well."

Without another word, Anyriand swiftly descended the Mallorn.


**********************************

 
"Enter," Tinion called out sleepily, reaching out absentmindly and pulling
the sheets over himself and his companion.

Anyriand entered the talan and bowed his head quickly when he realized that
Tinion was not alone. "Captain, forgive me for this disturbance, but Orophin
bade me to summon you. The contingent returns."

Tinion smiled. "Ah, our victory was swift. Very well, I will join you
shortly. Where were they last seen?"

"Not very far from the divide."

"Good. That will be all," Tinion replied. Beside him, the Elf in his bed
began to stir.

Anyriand hesitated. "There is more Captain."

Tinion sat up in bed. "What?"

"Orophin could see carriers amongst them."

The pleasant look left Tinion's face. His normally large blue eyes narrowed.
"How many?"

"I know not Captain, but definitely more than one," Anyriand replied.
"Orophin bade me also to inform the healers."

"Wise decision. Very well then.You may be on your way," Tinion responded.

"Yes, Captain."

Anyriand turned and left the talan. The Elf beside Tinion sat up in bed.

"I don't like the sound of that."

"Nor do I," Tinion replied, sliding out of the bed. "You may stay if you
like, but I really must be going."

The Elf thought a moment, and then threw away the sheets that covered him. "I
will accompany you. I would know too how our brothers are faring."


*********************************


Anyriand returned to find Orophin at the base of the Mallorn waiting, the
expression on his face unreadable. 

"I have done as you asked. Tinion will arrive straightaway."

*"Hannon lle,"* [thank you] Orophin replied quietly.

Anyriand turned to see their contingent nearer now, crossing the divide and
heading slowly towards them. Then he looked again at Orophin.

"Pardon my saying so *mellon,* [friend] but you look quite pale. May I ask
what is wrong?

"There are five carriers," Orophin said in a voice barely above a whisper. 

Anyriand moved closer to lay a comforting hand on Orophin's shoulder.
"Forgive me for what I said before. They are most likely wounded. We have the
best warriors in all of Arda." 
 
"Siddhir is not amongst them," Orophin continued.

Anyriand blinked and focused hard on the approaching troops. "Elbereth!"

Tinion came up fast behind them. "Oro, what have you to report?"

Orophin looked at him with glazed eyes. "They bring with them five
carriers... and- and Siddhir…is not with them."

Tinion stared back at him with disbelieving eyes. "That is impossible. He is
probably at the rear."

Tears welled up in Orophin's eyes. "He is *not* there."

 "Remain here. I will meet them," Tinion replied, ignoring the sudden
pounding in his chest. He hurried off to meet the the approaching soldiers.


*****************************************


"Enter."

Erestor poked his head inside the door. "You summoned me, my Lord?"

"Yes, Erestor. Please come in," Elrond replied.

Erestor entered the library, closed the door quietly behind him and seated
himself in front of Elrond's desk.

"I would like you to attend the services in Lothlorien. Golradir, Melpomaen
and Anarin will accompany you. Glorfindel will remain here with me."

Erestor nodded. "As you wish, my Lord. You will not attend?"

Elrond sighed. "I would like to, but I have discussed the situation with
Galadriel. She does not advise it, and regrettably, I agree. The same applies
to my children. You will be safe for they know not about you."

"I understand."

"You will depart forthwith," Elrond remarked.

Erestor stood. "Have the others been informed?"

"Yes. They are readying themselves. Please offer Haldir my deepest
condolences and my regret for not attending myself. Tell him I would hope he
would take leave and come to Rivendell."

"Yes, my Lord," Erestor replied.

*"Hannon lle, mellonamin.*  [thank you my friend] You are excused."

Erestor bowed, and left the room. Elrond sighed, and walked over to the
window.


**************************************


The look on the faces of Haldir and Fereveldir as they walked side by side
told Tinion all he needed to know. Fighting hard to keep his composure in
check, he met them and fell into step.

"Orophin said he did not see Siddhir," Tinion prompted, praying that Orophin
was mistaken.

Fereveldir shot a glance at Haldir, who did not respond. He then nodded to
the inquiring Elf.

Tinion's eyes grew large. "By the Valar, it is *true* then?"

"I am afraid so, *mellon.* [friend] Fereveldir replied solemnly.

"Who else was lost?"

" Thrandronen, Helas, Thelmir and Andril," Fereveldir answered.

Tinion closed his eyes, then opened them again and turned to Haldir. "How
might I assist?"

"You may inform our Lord and Lady of our return. Tell them I will report
shortly after I see our dead to the healer's talans," Haldir replied.

"Consider it done," Tinion answered, turning and sprinting away ahead of the
group as they entered the woods of Lothlorien. His heart tore as he caught a
glimpse of Orophin's face as he hurried past him, but continued on his way.
He knew Haldir would see to him.


*********************************


All of duty stood down at the base of their posts as the contingent entered
the forest. Orophin moved quickly in front of Haldir.

"Brother, where is Siddhir? I do not see Siddhir."

Haldir turned to Fereveldir. "Lead them on."

Fereveldir nodded, and kept moving with the troop. Haldir placed an arm about
his brother's shoulders and led him away. When they were alone, he looked
into Orophin's tearful eyes.

"I am sorry, Oro. Siddhir was lost."

Haldir struggled to retain his own composure as tears fell fast and free from
Orophin's swollen blue eyes. He pulled him into a tight embrace and held him
until he contained himself.

"I- I don't understand. Siddhir was a skilful warrior. How did it happen?"

Haldir sighed. "He was taken by surprise and before he was able to react, it
was too late. It could have happened to any one of us- even myself under
those circumstances."

Orophin looked at him. "Brother, how can you be so calm? Surely you must be
more upset than I."

"I am far from calm, Oro. But, I am Marchwarden and I have responsibilities
that outweigh my personal affairs. There are still many things I must attend
to," Haldir explained.

"I am here for you, brother," Orophin said, looking into Haldir's eyes.

Haldir forced a smile. "I know. Where is Rumil?"

"He is sleeping as usual. He is not on duty today."

"I will see him a while later. I must go first to the healers talans and then
to Caras Galadon." 

"Worry not, I will tell him," Orophin offered.

"I would not burden you so. I am certain Rumil will be quite a handful,"
Haldir remarked.

"No matter. I will spare you that strife, for you have more than enough of
your own. Ru will be calmer when you see him later."

Haldir embraced him again. *"Hannon lle, pen-neth."* [thank you, young one]

They stood like that for a time. Finally, Orophin released him.

"I will go to Rumil now before he hears it from someone else. Then I will
return to my post."

Haldir nodded, patted him on the shoulder and turned away. Then he walked off
along the path the others had taken. Before he was out of sight, Orophin
called out to him.

*"Gerich veleth nin."* [you have my love]

Haldir stopped, turned and placed his hand over his heart before disappearing
from sight.


*************************************


The healer looked solemnly at Fereveldir as they stood together by the
entrance of the first of the two healer's talans watching soldiers carry in
the dead. Although the day was brilliant with the sun shining high overhead,
the mood was dismal in the wake of the events that were now transpiring.

"I cannot believe Captain Siddhir is amongst them," the healer whispered.
"Never would I have imagined such a thing."

"Nor did I. Sadly, it is true," Fereveldir replied.

The healer turned to him. "I know the families of the others, but what of
Siddhir? Do I consult with the Marchwarden on his behalf?"

"Yes," Haldir replied from behind them.

"Forgive us, Captain. We did not hear you approach," the healer apologized.

"No matter. What would you like to consult with me about?" Haldir asked.

"Um- is there anything… special you would like me to do for him?"

Haldir looked at him. "Treat him with the care you would any other commander
or soldier. I have to report to Caras Galadon now. Carry on."

The healer nodded. 

Haldir started to walk away, and then suddenly he turned back to them. His
eyes leveled on the healer.

"You may wash and care for his hair like you would- but do not bind it. He
loathed that."

"As you wish," the healer returned.

Haldir turned and continued on his way. 

Fereveldir sighed, his eyes following his friend until he vanished behind the
base of a large Mallorn. *"Amin dele ten' ho.* [I am worried about him] Come;
I will help in any way that I can until your assistant returns."


**************************************



Spent and weary, Haldir appeared at his brother's talan a couple of hours
later after reporting to Caras Galadon. Orophin answered his knock and pulled
the door open. At the table inside, Rumil sat slumped and defeated, weeping
uncontrollably. The young Elf looked up with swollen red eyes, stood abruptly
and hurried over to grab Haldir in a tight embrace.

"Please brother…please stay with us tonight. We can push the beds together,"
Rumil pleaded through his sobs.

Haldir gazed at Orophin briefly before wrapping his arms around Rumil and
kissing him on the top of the head. 

"Of course, *pen- tithen,* [little one] he whispered. "Of course."
FORTY SIX



Laments for Lorien's fallen echoed throughout the Golden Wood not long after
the call of the birds the following morning as Orophin climbed out of bed. He
stood gazing at his sleeping brothers thoughtfully for a few moments before
quietly dressing and slipping out of the talan.

When he returned forty minutes later with breakfast, they were still
sleeping. He set the table and then went about tidying up the talan, picking
up several pieces of clothing that Rumil had strewn around and gathering up
loose parchments which had found their way from the desk onto the floor. He
slipped quietly into the other room and did the same, then began sweeping
from the bedroom to the outer room.

When he finished sweeping, he left the talan again to dispose of the debree.
When he returned, he came upon Tinion, who stood at the base of the ladder
waiting. He smiled as he joined him.

*"Quel amrun, mellonamin."* [good morning, my friend]

*"Quel amrun,"* Tinion replied softly.

"You are up and about early," Orophin noted.

"Who can sleep? I think nearly the whole of the wood has awakened with the
birds this morn."

Orophin sighed. "I could not sleep either."

"How are you faring, Oro?" Tinion asked, concerned.

"I am well enough. I am more worried for my brothers."

"How are they?"

"Ru was practically inconsolable last night. If Hal had not stayed with us, I
don't think we would have slept at all," Orophin replied.

"Haldir is *here?* Good. I thought about him sleeping in that talan alone
without Siddhir. I was on my way over there after I left you. How is he
faring?"

"Better than we are, it seems."

"What do you mean?" Tinion inquired.

Orophin sighed. "He is so in control he has not allowed himself to feel. It
is not a good thing, and I am worried for him."


"Your brother is a strong sort, but I am certain he will grieve. I do not
think you have to worry so about that," Tinion replied.

"I hope so," Orophin murmurmed. 

"Are they awake?"

"They were not when I left. Come; I was about to wake them because I have
brought in breakfast. There is plenty, so please join us."

"I will. *Hannon lle,"* [thank you] Tinion returned.

They ascended the ladder and went inside the talan. Rumil was up and sitting
at the table eating.

 "Ru, is Haldir still sleeping?" Tinion questioned.

Rumil nodded with a smile. 

"Very well. I will wait for him," Tinion announced, taking a seat beside him.
As Orophin began to sit, a soft knock came upon the door. Orophin turned and
went to answer it. Fereveldir stepped inside, a worried expression spread
across his fair face.

"Oro, have you seen Haldir? I went by his talan and he is not there."

"He is here with us. Rumil asked him to stay," Orophin answered.

Fereveldir exhaled, looking around. "Elbereth! Where is he?"

"He is still sleeping," Tinion answered. "I am waiting for him as well. Come;
join us."

Fereveldir moved to the table along with Orophin. They started to eat and
talk quietly amongst themselves. An hour passed. Finally, Tinion nudged
Fereveldir's arm.

"I think perhaps you should wake him, Fereveldir."

Surprised, Fereveldir turned to look at Tinion. "He is most likely
exhausted."

Tinion's large blue eyes bored into his. "He will not be upset if you wake
him, and besides… he has always been an early riser. He has slept long
*enough*- do you not think?"

Fereveldir blinked, and then suddenly what Tinion was obscurely trying to
convey exploded in his mind. He stood abruptly.

"You are right. He should be up sharing this wonderful breakfast with us. I
will see to him."


Fereveldir slipped away from the table and into the bedroom. Haldir lay quiet
and still on his back. If it were not for the very slight rise and fall of
his chest he would have assumed the worst. He quickly moved to the bedside to
study him more closely.


*********************************


In the other room, Tinion kept Orophin and Rumil occupied by telling tales he
had recently heard around the cooking fires. Even in their sorrow, the
brothers managed to smile throughout the telling. Even as elflings, Tinion
always could keep them well entertained. 


*********************************

Haldir did not respond to his voice or touch. Slowly Fereveldir lifted the
lids of his eyes and his fears were confirmed. Haldir was slipping away.
Panicking, he began rapidly slapping his friend's face and calling into his
ear so that the others would not hear.

"Haldir! Wake up, do you hear? Don't you dare leave us!"

He began shaking him now, and slapping him in between.

"Haldir! Come back! ‘Tis not your time. Wake up!"

No response. Haldir's breathing became even more shallow. Frantic now,
Fereveldir rose and looked wildly about the room, searching for something he
could use. He sped quickly over to a large chest that sat in a corner and
threw it open. Orophin and Rumil's weapons lay inside. He grabbed a dagger
and returned to the bed.

Taking a deep breath, he took the dagger and began drawing it firmly across
Haldir's forearm. Suddenly, Haldir's eyes snapped open and his other hand
grabbed him in a deathgrip.

*"Ed' I' ear ar' elenea! Mankoi lle uma Tanya!* [by the sea and stars- why
did you do that] Haldir shouted, pulling his arm away.

*"Sedho. Aro bedo. Telin le thaed. Tanya farnuva. Lle rangwa amin?"*  [be
still. do not speak. I have come to help you. That will suffice. Do you
understand me ] Fereveldir replied in a quiet but firm voice.

*"Mani marte?"* [what happened] Rumil asked from the doorway. Behind him,
Orophin and Tinion peered inside.

Fereveldir shot a warning glance at Haldir and then turned to them with a
smile. *"Uuma dela.* [don't worry] I was just having fun with him. Is that
not right, *meldir?"* [friend]

Haldir nodded. *"Dolle naa lost."* [your head is empty]

Rumil smiled. "That's the brother I know."

"We were speaking, so we will join you shortly," Fereveldir informed them.

"Very well," Tinion replied. "But you had better hurry before all the food is
gone."

"We will," Fereveldir responded.

Tinion led the brothers back to the outer room and the table. He sat them
down and resumed his tales.

Fereveldir turned back to Haldir, the smile gone from his face. "What were
you thinking?"

Haldir held up his arm. *"Tanya owra."* [that hurt]

"As well it should. Be grateful I did not bring it across your face,"
Fereveldir responded curtly.

Haldir sighed. "Forgive me."

"I will always forgive you, but never- ever do that to us again. *Heniach
nin?* [do you understand] Fereveldir scolded. "Your brothers need you, Lorien
needs you, and I need you."

Haldir nodded.

"Good. Now let's get this arm wrapped so we can go and enjoy breakfast."


**************************************


Elviondel sat with Nilfalath on morning watch in a Mallorn nearest the great
divide. He sighed heavily as they listened to the laments that seemed to
eminate from every corner of the golden wood. He peeled off a golden leaf
from the huge tree and sat back to admire it.

"I cannot believe Captain Siddhir is gone."

"Nor can I. It is like a bad dream. I was hoping to awake and find it all a
nightmare," Nilfalath replied.

Elviondel turned to him. "Do you not tire of it all? The wars and the
deaths?"

 "Of course I do, but we are of the Galadhrim, and we have sworn an oath to
protect Lorien at all costs. Until we sail, that is what we must do.
Unfortunately, death sometimes is a part of it," Nilfalath explained. "You
are young yet, *mellonamin.* [my friend] When you get to be of my advanced
years you will understand this somewhat better."

"But we are firstborn. Are our lives not meant to be full of joy and peace?"

"Yes. But before we can attain that, there are sometimes sacrifices that must
be made. Surely you know this."

Elviondel sighed. "Knowing does not mean I have to agree."

Nilfalath smiled. "Far be it from me to argue that, *pen-neth."* [young one]


*************************************


"Thank you for bringing breakfast, Oro. It is much appreciated," Haldir said.

"'Tis my pleasure. It is nice having you with us again," Orophin replied.

"What happened to your arm brother? I did not notice that wrapping when first
you arrived," Rumil questioned.

Haldir looked briefly at Fereveldir. ""Tis nothing. Just a scratch. Worry
not."

Rumil looked closely at Haldir. "I am better now brother, and I am here for
you. Oro and I both are."

Haldir smiled and placed an arm across Rumil's shoulders. "I know."

Tinion stood with a smile. "Well, I just wanted to see how you all were
faring, and perhaps secure a free meal. Now that I have, I shall be going.
Many thanks for breakfast, Oro."

Haldir rose. "I should check on the watch. I will walk with you."

Tinion put his hand on Haldir's shoulder. "I can do that. In fact, I intended
to. Why do you not visit with your brothers a little longer? I am certain
they would like that, and I am glad to help."

Haldir glanced at Rumil and Orophin, taking note of the hopeful look in their
eyes and turned back to Tinion.

"Many thanks."

"I will join you Tinion," Fereveldir announced, rising.

Haldir turned to his brothers. "I will see them out and return shortly."

He left the talan with Tinion and Fereveldir. When they reached the ground,
Fereveldir turned to him.

"I trust I can leave you now?"

"I am fine. You need not worry further," Haldir replied. "But I am curious.
How did you know?"

"Tinion," Fereveldir answered.

Haldir turned to Tinion. "How did *you* know?"

"Because I know you far better than you think. I also know you are blaming
yourself for what happened. As proud as you are, it made sense to me that it
could be something you would do- although I don't agree with it," Tinion
replied.

Haldir's eyebrows furrowed. "How can it not be my fault? I sent my lover to
his death. I wanted him to stay in Lorien, but I went against my feelings and
let him talk me out of it."

"You did no such thing, Haldir. Siddhir was a warrior of the Galadhrim. He
knew what that entailed and accepted it, as do we all. Besides, you know as
well as I when Siddhir made up his mind about something, there was no swaying
him," Tinion answered.

"Be that as it may, perhaps he would have been spared had he stayed," Haldir
countered.

"Haldir, who is to say what might have been?" Fereveldir asked. "Only the
Valar knows these things."

"I agree," Tinion interjected. "I also believe he called upon Siddhir, and
Siddhir had to answer. It all makes sense."

Haldir's eyes widened as he turned to him. "What say you?"

"I say again that it is *not* your fault. I believe Siddhir knew his fate-
and accepted it," Tinion replied.

"Are you *mad?* Siddhir could not see his own fate. Everyone knows that,"
Haldir argued.

"Someone *did.* I know not who or how, but he *knew.* I am convinced of it.
Think of everything that has happened the last few months. *Think* about it,
Haldir."

Haldir looked from Tinion to Fereveldir, who was quiet and staring at the
ground.

"Do you agree with him?"

Fereveldir looked at his friend. "I think it is possible, yes."

"Then you have *both* gone mad!" Haldir exclaimed. "Siddhir would have told
me."

"No, he *wouldn't* have," Tinion countered.

Haldir stepped closer to him, angry now. "And what would make *you* an
authority on Siddhir's thoughts?" 

Tinion held his ground. "I am not, but I *do* know how he felt about you, and
I believe that is what drove him to make some of the decisions he did."

*"What* decisions?" Haldir shouted.

"What would *you* have done in that battle had you known, Haldir? I'll tell
you what you would have done. You would have tried to prevent it, that's
what- and one of two things would have resulted from your interference. The
Valar would have called upon you instead, or perhaps another of those you
love- like Ru or Oro in Siddhir's stead! Do you *really* think Siddhir would
have allowed that to happen?" Tinion shouted back. "I think not!"

"What goes on here?" Orophin called down from above. Rumil stood nervously by
his side.

Fereveldir looked up. "Oh, it is nothing, Oro. Worry not. We were just
leaving. Is that not right, Tinion?"

Tinion broke his gaze from Haldir's blazing eyes. "Yes, we are."

Tinion turned sharply and walked away. 

Fereveldir slipped up beside Haldir and laid a comforting hand on his
shoulder before hurrying off to catch up with Tinion.


*****************************************


Orolonn stepped forward and bowed to the arriving guests, as several other
Elves took charge of the visitor's horses.

"Welcome again to Lorien. He nodded to the Elf standing at his side. "This is
Taurnil. He will see you to your quarters and then on to Caras Galadon."

Golradir bowed low along with Erestor, Melpomaen and Anarin.

"Many thanks," Erestor replied. "However, I alone shall go first to Caras
Galadon. No escort is needed, for I know the way. Your Lord and Lady are
expecting me."


******************************************


On post at the harbour, Anyriand and Peldor stood alert as a large ship
slowly pulled into the dock. Soon after, Galdor appeared and escorted a
beautiful female Elf from the boat. The Lorien Elves bowed low as they
strolled up the path.

"May I escort you both to Caras Galadon?" Anyriand asked.

Galdor smiled. "No need. I well know the way, and my guest would like to see
Lorien. She is Siddhir's mother."

Both Elves bowed again.

The she-elf smiled. "Please rise."

"Is there anything we can do for you my Lady?" Peldor asked.

"I am quite well, thank you."

The sentinels watched thoughtfully as Galdor led her off through the wood.


************************************


"Do not gawk at me like that, Fereveldir. You know I am right," Tinion
remarked as they strode together along the path. "I was right about Haldir
earlier, and I am right about this as well."

Fereveldir sighed. "I did not say you weren't- but perhaps you could have
been more thoughtful in the way you informed him. I did after all just bring
him back from the brink of fading away."

Tinion stopped in mid stride and met his eyes. "I am who I am, Fereveldir.
You know it and Haldir knows it too. I will not apologize for it."

"Tinion, I did not mean…are you all right?"

Tinion gazed up at the sky. "Elbereth! Am I all right? Of *course* not! Are
you? Are *any* of us all right? We will be putting Siddhir and the others to
rest today! Just because I know in my heart that he knew his fate and I
understand the reasons he did what he did, does *not* mean I am happy to see
him go. Elbereth! It is all so pointless!" 

Fereveldir's eyes widened. "Tinion, I never said that you were. If you think
I was implying…"

Tinion held up his hand. "Forgive me. I am not myself. I would not want to
have you angry at me as well.  Come; let us check the watch as promised."


**********************************


Two hours before dusk, the people of Lorien gathered slowly into the vast
grassy meadow just beyond the common. The services for the fallen had begun.
Those who could not attend at that point continued the laments that had been
heard throughout the forest the entire day.

Celeborn and Galadriel, accompanied by Siddhir's mother, Galdor, and Erestor
were the first to view each of the five fallen soldiers who were laid out
side by side, dressed in uniform at the center of the rapidly forming
of Elves. They considered each of them for several moments before passing on
to the next. Siddhir's mother lingered at the body of her son after the
others had moved on. With a faint smile, she reached out and caressed one
cheek, then kneeled down to kiss him on the other.

*"Vanimle sila tiri, nin ion. Cormamin niuve tenna' tae lea lle au',"* [your
beauty shines bright, my son. My heart shall weep until it sees thee again]
she whispered. Then she rose and strode back to Celeborn and Galadriel's
side, bowing as all there bowed before her.

"Where is Hal?" Rumil questioned. "He should be here by now."

"He will be here. He just needs time," Orophin whispered.

"We should have not let him go back to his talan alone. We should have gone
with him. It is almost time for us to go up there," Rumil complained.

Orophin placed an arm across his shoulders. "He needed to get dressed, Ru. He
will be here. Worry not."

Celeborn looked at Galadriel. "Haldir has not yet arrived. Shall we proceed?"

Galadriel nodded.

Celeborn gestured for the services to resume. The families of the fallen
moved forward in a line, Orophin and Rumil amongst them. They passed by all
of the soldiers, and then went back to regard their own kin for several
moments. Orophin stood with Thrandronen's kin for a time before moving on
with Rumil over to Siddhir. He choked back his own tears in an effort to
comfort Rumil, whose trembling body confirmed his younger brother's loss of
composure yet again.

As they turned to go back to their places in the circle, Galadriel gestured
to them and they went to join her instead. Siddhir's mother embraced them
both.

The already tranquil services drew quieter still when Haldir appeared through
a break in the line. Dressed in full uniform he moved slowly but purposely in
the direction of the fallen. He first stopped at the body of Helas, then
Thelmir, Andril and Thrandronen. Finally, he moved to stand over Siddhir.

*"A'maelamin, malthen mathor, mankoi naa lle sinome?"* [my beloved, golden
warrior, why are you here] he whispered, caressing Siddhir's face with the
tips of his fingers. He gazed down upon him with loving eyes for several
moments before kneeling on one knee to kiss him softly on the lips.

*"Namarie, A'maelamin."* [farewell, my beloved]

He rose to his feet and nodded to those who were waiting. Then he walked over
to Siddhir's mother and took her hand.

Led by Fereveldir and Tinion, the soldiers of the Galadhrim were next to view
the bodies of the fallen. The common folk of Lorien followed them. After the
viewing they passed one by one, nodding to Haldir and Siddhir's mother with
respect, and also to the families of the other dead. Lillael came to stand by
Orophin's side as Legandir paused to speak with Rumil.

"Walk with me, will you?" Siddhir's mother asked Haldir.

"Certainly."

When they were a few feet away, she turned to face him. "Siddhir would be
very angry with you for what you tried to do earlier."

Haldir blinked, and then realization dawned on him. She was Siddhir's mother
after all. 

"I know."

She smiled. "Fortunately for you, you were surrounded by those who love you
and stopped you from making such a tragic mistake. You would not want him
angry at you for all eternity, would you?"

"No, I would not," Haldir replied.

"Good. Now, you have questions. Feel free to ask them."

Haldir exhaled. "Did he… did he know of his fate?"

"Yes, he did. Apparently for quite some time."

Haldir bit his lip. "Why did he not tell me?"

"Surely you know the answer to that question," she prompted.

Haldir sighed. "I do. Did he tell you?"

"Of course not, but he said his farewells in his own way. I did not see it
myself, but I knew. In his own way, he was preparing me. Besides, I have been
through this once before with his father."

"Of course," Haldir responded quietly.

"I am certain he did something to let you know how he felt. He loved you far
too much to leave you without any word at all. Perhaps you just have not
become aware of it yet."

"Perhaps."

She raised her hand to his face. "Never doubt that you made him happy. Even
though I have only had the pleasure of seeing you the one time you visited
the Grey Havens with him so long ago, throughout the years I could plainly
*feel* the happiness he felt being with you. He needed not to speak of it."

"He made me equally as happy," Haldir remarked.

The woman smiled. "This too I know. We should be getting back."

They turned and started walking back towards the others. Haldir looked at her
once more.

"Is it not dangerous for you to be here? I have been told even Lord Elrond
could not attend. Those who possess the gift are sought after by the evil
ones."

"That is true, but I am no warrior, nor do I rule over others. I am of no
assistance nor a threat to them," she explained.

Haldir nodded.

"I must ask something of you now."

"Yes?"

"I am Siddhir's mother, but you were very much a crucial part of his life.
Therefore, I will hear your decision. Siddhir wanted his ashes to be spread
in four corners. In Rivendell, Lorien, the Grey Havens and in Valinor. Do you
object?"

"Not at all," Haldir replied.

"Very well. Galdor will see it done in the Havens and in Valinor. Would you
care to see it done in Lorien and Rivendell?"

Haldir bit his lip. "My Lady… I cannot. Forgive me."

She smiled and embraced him. There is nothing to forgive. Although I did not
quite understand it all then, I believe Siddhir knew you would not be able
to- so he asked it of me."

*"Hannon lle,"* [thank you] Haldir responded.

She released him and squeezed his hand. *"Uuma dela."* [don't worry]

Haldir nodded.

"I will leave for Rivendell to visit with Elrond on the morrow, and then I
will return. We will speak again before I depart."

Haldir nodded again. She released his hand and he looked into Galadriel's
eyes. She spoke to him in his mind.

**"You may go."**

Haldir bowed to them all and then turned walked briskly away. Several pairs
of eyes followed his departure. All of them understanding.


*************************************


With blurred vision, Haldir made his way through the darkened forest and
dimly lit paths until he reached his talan. Once inside, he collapsed to his
knees with a cry of anguish and finally allowed all of his pent up sorrow to
escape. His body wracked with sobs, his pain fell like rain from his swollen
eyes.


***********************************


Twenty minutes later, Orophin and Rumil stepped up to Haldir's door. Their
brother's sobs could be heard from beyond it. Orophin gently pushed at the
door, but it would not budge. Not to be outdone, Rumil grabbed Orophin's
hand, leading him around to the back of the talan. Through the window they
could see Haldir. His sorrow brought forth fresh tears from them both.

They climbed in the window and went to him, taking places on the floor at his
sides. Haldir looked from one to the other with crimson eyes.

"We loved him too," Rumil said quietly.

Haldir did not reply. Instead, he pulled them both into a tight and loving
embrace.
FORTY SEVEN



How do I live without you
I want to know
How do I breathe without you
If you ever go
How do I ever, ever survive...

LeAnn Rimes



Haldir opened his eyes, wincing at the pain in his leg. He looked down and
found Rumil stretched out across it and gently lifted him to pull his leg
free. His movements caused Orophin to stir beside him.

"It seems we have slept on the floor the entire night."

 "To which I am certain we will all regret," Haldir answered.

"I already do," Orophin replied, rubbing his lower back as he stood. "It
makes sense that Ru would still be sleeping. He can sleep anywhere."

"I think he would rest better in bed. Grab hold of him. I will help you,"
Haldir replied as he pulled himself to his feet.

Orophin kneeled down and grabbed Rumil under the arms, while Haldir lifted
his legs. They carried him into Haldir's bedroom and placed him on the bed.
Rumil immediately shifted and settled in.

"Look, he hasn't missed a wink of sleep," Orophin grumbled, as they stood
over him.

"He certainly has grown. I am ashamed to admit that when I look at you both I
sometimes see you still as elflings."

"Well, he is one heavy elfling," Orophin chuckled.

Haldir smiled.  "He is at that."

"It is good to see you smile."

Haldir threw an arm across Orophin's shoulders and led him into the other
room. "I am grateful to have you both. Thank you for coming to me last
night."


"We could not be anywhere else. We will always be by your side brother, no
matter what happens," Orophin replied.

"I know."

"Are you hungry? I could go and get something," Orophin offered.

"Oro, you have spent enough time with me. Why don't you visit with Lillael? I
am sure she would like your company. I could stay here with Rumil."

"I am not seeing Lillael anymore."

Haldir blinked. "No? I saw her with you at the service."

"We are still friends, but that is all."

"What happened between you?" Haldir asked.

"I discovered something about myself awhile ago, and it was not fair to
continue to be with her," Orophin answered.

"What have you discovered? That is if you do not mind my asking."

Orophin looked at him. "I have discovered that I am more attracted to males."

Haldir raised an eyebrow. "Is that so? And how do you know?"

"Because I have been with one."

"I see."

Orophin smiled. "You are not going to ask who?"

"Not unless you wish to tell me," Haldir responded. "I try not to meddle in
the personal affairs of others unless I find it absolutely necessary."

"I do, but I would not want to upset you."

"Why would it upset me?"

"Because… it might remind you of Siddhir." Orophin answered.

Haldir sighed. "Oro, there isn't a thing in all of Arda that wouldn't remind
me of Siddhir. It is all right. I you wish to tell me, please do so."


"It was Thrandronen."

Haldir blinked. "Oh, Oro. I am sorry. I had no idea."

"I know, and it is all right. Of course I am saddened- he was a kind soul,
but our relationship was new. My depth of sorrow is not the same as yours,
but I will miss him nonetheless."

"As will I. He truly was a kind soul and an excellent warrior," Haldir
replied.

"Yes, he was."

"I think perhaps we should go together to breakfast and then bring something
back for Rumil. He most likely will still be sleeping anyhow. What say you?"

Orophin smiled. "I'd say it's a wonderful idea."


**********************************


The common was half full as breakfast was being served. Many there were
engaged in pleasant conversation, and the smell of prepared food hung heavy
in the morning air. As Haldir and Orophin entered, many who saw them bowed
with respect. Haldir bowed in return and they chose a small table in a corner
off to the side.

"Are you comfortable here, brother? We could just as well take our food back
to the talan," Orophin suggested.

"I am fine, Oro. The concern of our people does not disturb me," Haldir
replied.

Several fresh platters were being delivered in the common. Upon seeing them,
one of the servers quickly approached their table, and set before them one of
two large platters he carried that contained hen's eggs, sliced pheasant,
fresh bread and fruit.

"Would you or Orophin require anything else, Marchwarden?"

"No, thank you. This is more than enough. Perhaps you could lend us a small
plate to carry something back for Rumil?"

"Of course. I will return shortly."

*"Hannon lle,"* Haldir replied with a nod.

The servant turned and placed the other platter on a table neighbouring them
and quickly left the common.

Erestor and Anarin entered then. Upon seeing Haldir, they strolled up to him,
nodding first to Orophin. Haldir forced a smile when he looked into Anarin's
sad indigo eyes and rose to accept his embrace.

"Haldir, I am so very sorry," Anarin whispered. "I could not believe it when
I heard."

"I know," Haldir replied, patting him on the back.

"My deepest reguards as well," Erestor added.

Haldir nodded. "Thank you."

"Lord Elrond asked me to inform you of his sincere regret that he could not
attend. He asked me  to convey to you as well his wish for you to come to
Imladris for a time."

"Thank you, Erestor. Please tell him that I understand, and I will certainly
consider a visit when I am able," Haldir replied. "Would you care to join
us?"

"No, we would not disturb you. We will wait for Gloradir and Melpomaen to
join us," Erestor answered.

"Very well."

"Perhaps we could spend some time before we depart?" Anarin asked.

Haldir smiled. "Certainly."

"Good. Return now to your meals and forgive our intrusion," Anarin remarked.

They turned then and moved to sit at a table near the entrance.

Haldir and Orophin ate and talked with each other without further
interference and upon finishing, the servant came to them with a wrapped
plate and placed it on the table.

"For Rumil, Captain."

*"Hannon lle,"* Haldir replied.

"Would either of you care for anything else?" the servant asked.

"No, thank you. We are quite full and will be leaving soon," Orophin replied.

The servant bowed and left them alone.

"Oro, would you be so kind to take Ru his food? I will return shortly. I
would like to check upon the watch."

"Of course, brother."

Haldir smiled. "Perhaps we will play that game you and Ru enjoy so much when
I return. Long has it been since we were all off duty together."

Orophin grinned. "I would like that. We have to make sure Ru doesn't cheat
though."

Haldir chuckled as they left the common.


*************************************


"Enter," Fereveldir grumbled from beyond the door.

Haldir opened the door and stepped inside. Fereveldir pulled himself upright
in bed.

"I am surprised to see you up and about so early. Is anything amiss?"
Fereveldir asked.

"Yes, there is," Haldir answered. "I have come to apologize for my unthinking
deed and harsh words yesterday."

Fereveldir waved his hand. "There is no need. Your reaction was perfectly
understandable. Please forget it. I already have."

"You are a good friend, Fereveldir."

"And I always will be, so dare not forget it." Fereveldir remarked.

Haldir smiled and placed a caring hand on his friends shoulder. "I will leave
you now to your rest. I must seek out Tinion."

"He was very upset, Haldir. He and Siddhir were close."

"I know. I intend to deliver to him an apology as well," Haldir replied.
*"Quel esta, mellonamin."* [rest well, my friend]


*********************************


"Farambar, you need not wait any longer. I am certain Legandir will arrive
shortly. See to it that the horses are watered, and then you are relieved."
Tinion remarked.

"Yes, Captain," the oval eyed Elf replied. He nodded to Tinion and descended
the Mallorn.

Tinion dropped to the ground after him. He gazed out into the surrounding
wood with a frown. Suddenly, Legandir could be seen sprinting towards him.
His large blue eyes regarded the young sentinel with disapproval when at last
he stood before him.

"You are *late,* sentinel. I trust you have a valid excuse?"

Legandir's dark blue eyes met Tinion's reluctantly. "No, Captain."

"Why *are* you late then, Legandir? Tell me," Tinion demanded.

"I- I overslept, Captain," Legandir admitted.

Tinion exhaled. "Overslept? You are of the Galadhrim, sentinel, and more is
expected of you than that. You will do double duty this day for compensation.
See that it does *not* happen again."

Legandir bowed. "Yes, Captain." He turned and quickly made his way up to his
post.

Tinion sighed, shook his head and was about to climb himself when he sensed
movement behind him. He turned quickly to look into Haldir's intense grey
eyes. 

*"Mae Govannen, Mellonamin,"* [well met, my friend] Haldir greeted softly.

*"Mae Govannen,"* Tinion returned.

"Might I have a word?"

"Of course."

The walked a few yards away, and then Haldir turned to him.

"Tinion, I have come to offer you my apology. I was distraught and I reacted
badly. You did not deserve my wrath, and I was wrong to have let it loose
upon you. Forgive me."

 "If I am to accept yours, you must accept mine as well," Tinion answered
solemnly. "I could have… *should* have been more sensitive of your sorrow."

Haldir grasped his shoulder. "And I of yours. My senses are not so dulled to
have made me completely oblivious that you grieve for him as well. How could
I be angry at you for being forthright? It is the one thing I have always
admired most about you. There is no lying in you, Tinion- and that has always
endeared you to me." 

"I shared not the great love you both possessed, but we were close. We shared
many a watch and patrol, and exchanged many tales and quiet moments. I will
miss him, Haldir."

 "As will I. If you would, I would like you to share with me one day some of
those tales."

"I would be honoured to," Tinion replied.

"Well, I will not keep you. I promised Oro I would spend more time with him
and Rumil. It might be long indeed before we are all off duty at the same
time again," Haldir commented.

Tinion looked deep into Haldir's eyes. "How are you, Haldir? Honestly?"

Haldir offered a smile. "I am better."

"I was puzzled for a time when Siddhir asked something of me several months
ago, but when Fereveldir revealed to me that he had asked the same thing of
him, I knew I was right in my assumptions," Tinion stated. "He asked the same
thing of each of us for two very different reasons, and I am sure you will
realize just as I did why."

"What did he ask of you?"
 
"He asked me to look after *you.* Not that I wouldn't have done so anyway,
but him asking it of me somehow makes it even more important. So, I say to
you here and now… there is *nothing* you could not ask of me…whether it be
now or a year from now. All you need do is knock upon my door. Do you
understand?"

Haldir looked at him for several moments before responding.

"Siddhir never ceases to amaze me. Yes, I understand."

"Good. Enjoy your time now with Ru and Oro," Tinion replied, turning and
quickly walking away.

Haldir stood and watched him thoughtfully until he scaled the Mallorn and
disappeared within its leaf laden branches. Then he headed for home.
FORTY EIGHT



"I win again," Rumil chuckled, removing the pieces from the board.

Orophin turned to Haldir with a frown. "I care not what you say, Ru *has* to
be cheating. Never have I seen one person win so often."

Haldir smiled. "Unfortunately, I think not. I have taken great care to watch
him, and I saw no slight of hand."

"You're just a sore loser, Oro. It really isn't very becoming either," Rumil
teased.

Orophin thumped him on the shoulder with his fist in response.

"Oh! Did you see that, brother? He is violent too!" Rumil exclaimed, rubbing
his arm.

"I am not, and I have had enough of this game." Orophin announced.

"You give in too easily. You should be more like Siddhir. He never- " Rumil
stopped in mid-sentence. "Forgive me brother." 

Haldir smiled. "It is all right, Ru. You may speak of him whenever you like."

"It will not hurt you?"

Haldir sighed. "To say it wouldn't would be a falsehood, but even still…
speaking of him comforts me as well- if that makes any sense."

"It does, brother," Orophin confirmed with a reassuring smile.

"Well, what else shall we do today? It is clear that Rumil is the master of
this game," Haldir chuckled.

"You could cook for us," Rumil suggested.

Haldir mocked a frown. "Well that's refreshing. You wish to spend our time
together making me work."

Rumil laughed. "I was jesting. We could go for a swim in the lake."

"That is a wonderful idea," Haldir agreed. "Let us be off then."


*********************************


"My Lord?"

"Come, Glorfindel. I am on the terrace," Elrond called out.

Glorfindel entered through the open door and joined him. "I have received
word that Cineas will be arriving shortly accompanied by Galdor."

Elrond nodded. "Long has it been since I have seen her. I wish it could have
been under more favorable circumstances."

Glorfindel took a seat beside him on the divan. "When was she last in
Rivendell?"

Elrond gave him a sideways glance. "She came to lend comfort to Siddhir at
Gil-Galad's  service, which took place only six months after Siddhir's
*father's* service."

Glorfindel exhaled. "She certainly is strong. So was Siddhir as far as that
goes. It must run in the family." 

"Yes, it does," Elrond replied quietly. "Please see to it that all is in
order for their arrival."

"Of course, my Lord. I only hope Elladan is on his best behaviour. Elbereth,
how twins can be so vastly different is beyond me. Elrohir is so much more
hospitable. So is Arwen for that matter."

Elrond chuckled. "I believe Elladan favours making you ill at ease just for
the sport of it. You should not allow him upset you so, but worry not. I will
see to him."


*****************************************


A throaty whistle sounded from below. Tinion looked down to see Elviondel as
he began to climb. He turned to Legandir.

"I will return shortly. Stay alert."

"Yes, Captain," the young sentinel replied.

Tinion waved Elviondel down, and then dropped tn the ground beside him. 

The younger Elf looked at him quizzically. "Why have you come down? I am
reporting for watch."

"Forgive me, I meant to send word that you were excused when I was surprised
by a visit from Haldir. I have called upon young Legandir to do double duty
for his tardiness."

Elviondel grinned. "Ah, he reminds me of myself not long ago."

"Quite," Tinion chuckled. "At any rate, you need not report again until
tomorrow morning."

"This is an unexpected treat. Whatever shall I do with myself?"

"I think Melpomaen might enjoy your company," Tinion suggested with a wink.

Elviondel smiled. "I had almost forgotten he was here with everything that
has happened. That is an excellent idea."

"Then be off- but be warned; do not return to your old ways and be tardy on
the morrow or you, my friend, will do *triple* duty. This I promise you." 

Elviondel laughed out loud. "Worry not, Captain. I have long learned that
lesson."

*"Tanya farnuva. Namarie,"* [that will suffice. Farewell] Tinion replied,
chuckling as Elviondel quickly turned and darted off through the wood.


***************************************



"That was wonderful," Orophin commented, as he joined his brothers on the
shore. "Rumil was right. We should definitely swim more often. It is both
invigorating *and* relaxing."

Rumil smiled. "I told you. I swim more than either of you."

"Yes, you do, *pen-neth,* [young one] Haldir replied happily. "But I agree,
going into the water for more than just bathing has its advantages. I feel
well enough to report for duty again. Perhaps even on the morrow."

Orophin glanced at him, concerned. "Do you not think that would be too soon,
brother?"

"No. I need to get back to my responsibilities. I am Marchwarden after all,
and I would not think our Lord and Lady will have me resting forever. Nor
would I want to," Haldir answered.

"Siddhir would not want you to either. He would want you to be happy again,"
Rumil remarked.

Fully dressed now, Haldir looked at him and smiled. "Yes, I know."

"He would also want us to practice, Ru," Orophin reminded him.

"Perhaps we should go to the fields right now. I feel good enough to beat
you," Rumil teased.

"We will see about that, *pen-tithen,"* [little one] Orophin shot back. 

All turned when Anarin appeared from behind some shrubbery.

*"Mae Govannen,* [well met] the dark haired Elf greeted with a bow. The
brothers responded in kind.

"I trust I am not disturbing you? I was hoping Haldir and I might have a
chance to talk," Anarin remarked, gazing at Haldir hopefully.

Orophin turned to Haldir. "You will not join us, brother?"

Haldir took his eyes from his brother's optimistic gazes and turned to
Anarin. "I would be pleased to, but do you suppose we could do it on the
practice field?" 

Anarin smiled. "I'd be delighted. We could spar together."

The four of them left for the practice field. Haldir and Anarin kept pace
from behind, while Rumil and Orophin led- teasing each other the entire way.


************************************



Night fell, and the long but pleasant day was done. Alone now, Haldir opened
the door to his talan just as cool, heavy drops of rain began to fall. It had
been quite some time since Lorien had last seen rain. He stood in the doorway
for a while watching as the droplets transformed into a heavy downpour,
splattering everything beneath it.

He had always loved the rain. It relaxed him, even with the noisy rumbles of
thunder that sometimes accompanied it, as it was now. His lips curled into a
slight grin as a memory of himself and Siddhir wrestling in the mud after a
big rain such as this flashed through his mind. 

**"You are always so ridiculously clean, my love. I think it will do you good
to get dirty for a change,"** Siddhir had said, while smearing mud all over
his face as he sat on his chest. **"Now you look like one of the dark Elves-
and just as winsome still."**

He quickly made Siddhir his mirror image, grabbing mud in both hands and
reaching up to smear it over his face as well, the two of them laughing
happily all the while.

Haldir's eyes focused again and he went inside, closing the talan door behind
him. Somewhat weary, he pulled off his clothes and climbed into bed,
relishing the feel of the crisp white sheets as he slipped under and pulled
them across his skin.

He lay there for a time, listening to the rain pouring down outside the
window. Then, he rolled over on his side and closed his eyes. He could smell
him then. He reached out and grasped Siddhir's pillow and held it long
against his face. The scent both comforted and disturbed him.

An hour later, he was still awake. Eventually he climbed out of bed,
painfully aware that he could never sleep peacefully in it again.

He wrapped one of the sheets around him, grabbed his pillow and went to the
table in the outer room and took a seat. He placed the pillow on top of the
table in front of him and slid back in the chair to rest his head upon it.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes. A memory once again invaded his mind.

He rose and went over to the desk, remembering Siddhir had sat there the day
they had departed for battle. Siddhir never sat there. He had always
considered scrolls and books his domain, and he had briefly thought it odd
that Siddhir had been sitting there that morning. 

As he looked through the scrolls, everything seemed in order until he decided
to pull out the books. A piece of rolled parchment fell from the third book
he moved. He sat there for a moment staring at it, because he knew
instinctively that it had not been there before.

Slowly he opened it. Siddhir's writing was clearly visible;

**Haldir,

My commander, my champion, my beloved…I write this because I wish for you to
hear me.
Be neither angry nor sad and do not question what had to be, for we must all
answer Fate's call. 
Yours is to continue until your path is lit again- And lit again it will be,
this I promise you.  
Remember that what we shared was rich and wonderful, and let it remain in a
part of your heart,
but do not bind your soul to the memory and do not shroud your heart against
future warmth.
Magic like ours will happen for you again my love. It will be a different
sort of magic- as well it should, but wonderful still. Do not reject it when
it comes to you, and do not compare the two.
Cherish it and be happy, for you deserve this happiness, my beauty, and it is
my wish for you. 
Dwell not on me, because I am at peace. Your light cannot and must not dim-
not even for me.
I knew so when I gazed into your eyes that very first time- but decided that
I had to have you anyway. I don't regret any of it, because I was happier
with you than I had ever been- but now you must go on. Your destiny awaits,
and it is beautiful. I will see you again my love, because I will be
watching- and I would look to see that wonderful, crooked smile of yours. 
If I don't, I will throttle you from beyond and become the bane of your
existence.
Am I not always right? Look, you're smiling already.  

All my love,
Siddhir**


Chuckling even as he wiped the tears from his eyes, Haldir folded the note
carefully and slipped it back inside of the book. He placed the books back
where they were, and then went into the bedroom and dressed.

The rain had eased some when he opened the door and stepped out of the talan
into the night air. He dropped to the ground and began to walk, conscious of
the moistened earth beneath his boots. He had no particular destination in
mind. He just felt the need to walk, as he and Siddhir had done many a night
for no reason at all.

Lorien was quiet and still. All that could be heard was the sound of the rain
splashing steadily on the surrounding rooftops as he ambled by. The common
was empty. The many tables within it wet now and without adornment. He
continued on until he came upon the night watch. Dinendal had obviously
marked his coming and stood at the base of the Mallorn waiting.

"How goes the watch, sentinel?" Haldir inquired.

"Quiet, Captain. Anyriand and I have not long relieved Legandir and Captain
Tinion," Dinendal replied. "They had naught to report."

Haldir nodded. "Very well."

"Is there something you need, Captain?"

 "No. I am quite well, thank you. I was just out for a walk," Haldir
answered.

Dinendal considered him closely. "Pardon me Captain, but at this hour? Are
you certain I cannot assist you in any way?"

Haldir smiled. "Strolling the night is something Siddhir and I did quite
often. I suppose I am still in the habit. Worry not. I will be going back now
at any rate."

"Yes, Captain," Dinendal replied.

Haldir nodded and left the way he had come. Dinendal watched him for several
moments before assuming his post again.


*********************************


As he neared the common, Haldir decided to take the path that went past his
brother's talan on the way back home. The rain had stopped, and a thin veil
of mist hung heavy in the air. He stopped briefly below their talan and
thought about how wonderful they had been. He was grateful to have them. He
smiled and continued on his way. 

Rounding the last turn before he would merge into the path that would take
him to his own talan, he stopped. Twenty paces off the road into the wood,
there was something at the base of one of the trees. He moved in closer to
take a better look.

Kneeling down, he saw what looked like a lumpy blanket and sack piled under
the tree. He frowned, wondering who could have possibly left it there.
Sighing heavily, he grabbed a piece of the blanket and pulled it away.
Legandir's anxious eyes looked up at him.

Haldir blinked. "Legandir?"

"Y-yes, Captain," the sentinel answered quietly.

"Is there a reason that you are sleeping out here in the rain instead of in
your talan like everyone else?"

The doe-eyed sentinel pulled himself up into a sitting position. "The guest
talans are full, and I have not a talan any longer."

"And why not?" Haldir asked.

Legandir looked down at the ground. "I-I shared a talan with someone. I
thought about what you told me and took your advice. He bade me to leave."

Haldir considered him for several moments. "Why did you not call upon Rumil?
He would not have seen you out here in the rain."

"I did not wish to burden him. Besides, he shares a talan with Orophin and
has not the room," Legandir replied. "It is all right, Captain. The woods are
beautiful. I am faring well out here."

"You are soaked, sentinel." Haldir noted.

Legandir offered a thin smile. "It doesn't rain often in Lorien. One night in
the rain will not hurt me."

Haldir frowned. "Enough. Gather your belongings and come with me."

"But, Captain…"

 "Now, Legandir," Haldir sighed.

"Y-yes Captain."

Haldir waited while the young sentinel gathered his belongings, and the two
of them continued down the path. Finally they entered Haldir's talan.
Legandir stood quietly in the outer room, looking around. Haldir closed the
door, went into the bedroom and returned with a nightshirt.

"Take off those wet things and put this on," he said, tossing the nightshirt
to Legandir. "I trust the rest of your clothing is in that sack you carry?"

Legandir nodded.

"Then they are drenched as well. When you are finished, pull them out and
hang them on the line over there," Haldir remarked, pointing to a length of
rope attached to the talan wall at the far side of the room. "Your weapons
can rest on top of that trunk."

"Yes, Captain."

Haldir turned and walked again into the bedroom. He stripped the bed bare,
and retrieved another set of sheets from a drawer and made the bed fresh.
Then he carried the previous linen to the outer room and placed it with the
other sheet and pillow he had left on the table.

"You will sleep in there," he said, pointing to the bedroom. "Tomorrow I will
see that you get a talan one way or the other. Why did you not tell Tinion of
your plight?"

Legandir's cheek flushed red. "Captain Tinion was annoyed with me. I did not
want to disturb him further."

Haldir raised an eyebrow. "And why was that sentinel?"

"I was late for watch. He assigned me double duty in return," Legandir
admitted.

"As well he should have. I trust it won't happen again."

"No, Captain."

"Good. Now off to bed with you. We shall speak more in the morning," Haldir
replied, turning to pull off his muddy boots. Then he removed his tunic,
tossed it aside and sat at the table in his leggings, gathering the pillows
and sheets in front of him. He turned and looked quizzically at the young
sentinel, who had not yet moved.

"Why are you still here?"

"Captain, it is not right for me to put you out of your own bed. I should be
the one who sleeps at the table," Legandir replied.

Haldir raised an eyebrow. "Perhaps you would like instead to do another
double duty for disregarding your Captain's command?"

"N-no, Captain," Legandir answered.

"Very well," Haldir replied, pointing again to the bedroom.

Legandir nodded and moved slowly towards the room. In the doorway, he stopped
and turned around. Haldir, still watching him, waited expectantly.

*"Hannon lle, Quel du,"* [thank you, good night] Legandir whispered. Then he
disappeared from sight.

*"Quel du,"* Haldir replied, gathering the pillows and sheets in a bunch. He
rested his head upon them and closed his eyes, inhaling Siddhir's scent
again. Within minutes he was fast asleep.
FORTY NINE



The following morning, Haldir was still sleeping peacefully when a soft knock
came upon the door. Awake and fully dressed, Legandir gazed at Haldir's
immobile form for a moment before slipping into the room to answer it.

Orophin and Rumil's surprised faces greeted him from the other side. Legandir
stepped back to let them in, touching a finger to his lips. With the other
hand, he pointed to Haldir. The brothers quietly stepped inside. Legandir
close the door behind them.

"Why is he sleeping at the table?" Orophin whispered, shifting the sack her
carried to the other arm.

"Because he gave me the bed," Legandir replied, in a quiet voice.

Rumil turned to him, a puzzled look spread across his features. "Why are you
here and not with your oh so secret love? I thought you shared a talan with
him?"

"We are no more. I was sleeping in the woods when Captain Haldir came across
me. He bade me to come with him," Legandir replied, his eyes downcast.

Rumil's expression softened. "Why did you not come to me?"

"I did not wish to disturb you and Orophin."

Orophin gazed at him sympathetically. "You should have come. We would have
improvised and made room for you."

Legandir nodded.

"Is my brother all right?" Rumil questioned, inching closer to the table.

"He seems to be," Legandir answered. "Now that you are here, perhaps I should
leave. I have re-made the bed and put everything in its place. Please thank
him again for me."

"You're welcome, but I have not said that you may go," Haldir responded,
lifting his head. "You will sit and share breakfast with us. I know my
brothers, and I am sure they have brought plenty with them. Is that not
right, Oro?"

Orophin smiled. "Of course."

Haldir rose, folded the sheets and then placed them along with his pillow on
a single chair in the corner.

"Sit. All of you."

They did as they were told. Orophin removed the food he carried from the sack
and they began to eat. After a time, Haldir finished and sat back to consider
them.

"Legandir, as you need a place in which to stay, I have come up with one of
two possibilities. One being that you bunk with Elviondel. He is still alone
there," Haldir suggested.

"And the other?" Rumil asked.

"I have decided to listen to what Siddhir has told me. This talan and
everything in it is a constant reminder of him and the life we shared
together. Not that I desire to forget him, or ever will- but he wished for me
to try and move on. I know I cannot do that as long as I stay here. So, I was
thinking that I would give it to you and Oro. You both always loved that
large bed anyway. I would go back to our old talan. I only need the one bed
there however- so, if you wish, this talan is large enough for the three of
you. You can bring the extra bed here. It is for you to decide," Haldir
informed them.

Rumil turned to Oro. "Would you mind brother?"

"I know you two are close, but that would depend," Orophin responded. He cast
his eyes upon Legandir. "This person you stayed with that you are loathe to
tell us about…would we have to see him and be in the midst of all your
troubles?"

"Not at all," Legandir replied. "It is over, I assure you."

"That is good, for I would not wish to have to clean up blood from the floor
of this lovely talan after killing him," Orophin returned.

Legandir's cheeks flushed bright red, but he laughed along with the rest of
them.

Orophin turned then to Haldir. "Are you quite certain of your decision,
brother? After all, Lady Galadriel bestowed this talan upon you as a gift
after your promotion to Marchwarden. Would you not be offending her to
relinquish it?"

"She will understand, and yes, I am quite certain," Haldir answered.

"Wait. You do not like sleeping alone. Even in our old talan, you would be
alone yet again. Have you pondered that? Mayhap this is not really a good
idea," Orophin murmured.

 "I had problems sleeping alone in that very large bed. Now that I will be
sleeping in a smaller one, I am certain I will be fine. Worry not." Haldir
assured him.

Orophin bit his lip. "But what if you should wish to… entertain?"

Haldir smiled. "You need not worry, for I have no desire to entertain. I
suspect I won't for quite some time. However, should things change…well, I
never needed much room for that anyway."

Legandir and Rumil sniggered. Orophin could not help but smile.

"Then the decision is up to you, Legandir. Would you rather stay with
Elviondel or us?" Rumil questioned.

Legandir smiled. "Nothing against Elviondel, for he is a good Elf and
extremely entertaining. However, he keeps far too much company and I think I
would be less prone to falling into trouble residing with you. With Orophin
around, our mischief would be limited to the minimum."

Haldir laughed. "Good choice."

"And truthful too," Orophin chimed in, stealing the last strawberry.

Rumil thumped him. "When will we do this brother?" 

"This afternoon, I suppose. I will first to report to Caras Galadon and
inform our Lord and Lady that I am returning to duty- and also of this
change," Haldir replied.

"We are free until the night watch, and I am certain you will be with our
Lord and Lady for quite some time. Why do we not start? Oro will help us,
won't you Oro?" Rumil asked.

Orophin sighed. "But of course."

Haldir smiled. "Very well, but do not touch the desk or anything on it. I
wish to do that myself."

"We won't," Rumil promised.

Haldir stood, moved the sheets and the pillows from the chair and placed them
on the desk. "Good. Now I have to go in and get dressed. Have fun." He went
into the bedroom.

"Thank you again, Captain- for everything," Legandir called out after him.

"This is going to be great. Come; let's get started," Rumil said happily.


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"Enter, Haldir," 

Galadriel's voice echoed in his mind just as he reached for the door. He
grinned and pushed it open, to find her standing at the top of the stairs
with a smile that helped illuminate the already bright receiving room.

He bowed low. *"Quel re, Arwenamin."* [good day, my Lady]

*"Quel re,"* she responded. "Come; join me now for some tea." She waited
until Haldir met her on the landing, took his arm and led him into the
sitting room.

He took the chair across from her at the small marble table. She poured a cup
of tea, passed it to him, and then saw to her own. She considered him with
sparkling azure eyes.

*"Lle maa quel. Cormamin lindua ele lle,"* [you look good. My heart sings to
see thee] she whispered.

Haldir nodded. "I wish to resume my duties."

She sipped her tea and sat the cup down. "Very well. I sense you are more
than ready. When would you like to return in full capacity?"

"Today- well, for the night watch. I first must help my brothers move. I
trust you will not take offense, but I have gifted my talan to Orophin and
Rumil. They will share it along with young Legandir. I will take my former
talan," Haldir replied, drinking some of the tea.

"Of course not," Galadriel answered.

"I am glad. I did not want you to feel I had taken your gift to me lightly. I
just could not-"

Galadriel held up her hand. "No need to explain. I understand perfectly. I
trust you will visit for a while? Celeborn will return shortly and he would
be delighted to see you."

"Certainly, my Lady," Haldir replied.



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"I thought you would be sleeping," Haldir called out sometime later when he
saw Tinion turn on to the path ahead of him as he strolled towards home.

Tinion stopped and turned to look at him. "I was more hungry than tired. I've
just left the common. Along the way I saw Orophin. He told me you are moving
again."

"Yes. It is for the best," Haldir replied, slipping up to him.

Tinion shrugged. "If you say so. Personally, I would find the larger talan
more to my liking."

Haldir smiled. "I have never been one to need much room. My old talan is more
than sufficient."

"To each his own," Tinion answered. "Orophin said also that young Legandir
will be sharing the talan with them. Either Orophin is mellowing in his old
age, or he has lost his mind. The two of them will drive him mad."

"I think it more likely the other way ‘round, but we will see," Haldir
replied with a grin.

Tinion looked at him closely. "You are in much better spirits. I am glad."

"Siddhir left a note for me. I found it earlier."

"What did he say?" Tinion asked.

"Mostly that I should go on, and that is what I am trying to do," Haldir
answered.

Tinion smiled. "He always was the sensible one."

Haldir raised an eyebrow. "Are you implying that I am not?"

"I didn't imply it. I said it outright," Tinion laughed. 

Haldir laughed with him. When they regained their composure, he placed a hand
on Tinion's shoulder. "Tell me my friend, when did you know?"

Tinion looked at him for a moment. "I was suspicious when he asked me to look
after you out of the blue one day. But I was not certain until he kissed me."

"He kissed you? When?"

"On my begetting day. He said his gift was something I had always wanted. He
kissed me then, and told me to enjoy it because the kiss was all I would
get," Tinion recalled.

"But it was your begetting day. Why would that make you think something was
amiss?" Haldir asked.

Tinion smiled. "I have had other begetting days that did not reap me so great
a reward. Siddhir always spoke to me about mental and physical realms of well
being. He told me how he thought I had more than excelled at the physical,
but needed work on the mental. He also thought Fereveldir had mastered the
mental and needed work on the physical. He used to tease me because he
thought the two of us would make a lovely pair if Fereveldir only had not
preferred females. I used to laugh and call him mad, but he would just smile
that ever knowing smile of his. He knew me well, *mellon.* [friend] He knew
too that I had lusted after him from the very first moment I set eyes upon
him. But he had made his choice from the very first moment he laid his eyes
upon *you.* He loved you with every fibre of his being, Haldir. Never once
had he *ever* kissed me or anything of the like until *that* day. That's when
I knew."

Haldir gazed at him thoughtfully. "Why did you not tell me?"

Tinion met his gaze. "You were leaving for battle. No, that is not entirely
true. I did not *want* to believe it. Forgive me."

Haldir nodded. "I understand. Thank you for sharing that memory with me.
Perhaps we can trade more pleasant moments as well sometime in the near
future."

Tinion smiled. "I would like that."

"I had best be going. I promised to help Orophin and Rumil get things in
order," Haldir sighed.

"I will accompany you. You may well need a hand."


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Elviondel descended his post along with Fereveldir as the Rivendell party
prepared to depart. While Fereveldir spoke with Golradir, Erestor and Anarin,
Elviondel urged Melpomaen off to the side with a nod.

"‘Tis a shame you must depart so soon."

Melpomaen smiled. "I wish you were accompanying me. Perhaps one day you will
find your way to Rivendell?"

"Perhaps," Elviondel replied, noticing that Erestor was ready. "Safe
journey."

Melpomaen nodded and joined Erestor, Goldadir and Anarin as they mounted
their waiting horses. With dusk at their backs and last look, he and his
party left Lorien for Rivendell.


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With a sigh of contentment, Haldir folded down on one of two chairs in the
outer room. 

"Finally, everything is as I like it. Many thanks for your help, Tinion."

"You're very welcome," Tinion replied, looking around. "It almost looks as
though you never left- minus Orophin and Rumil of course."

Haldir smiled. "Well, it's certainly neater, for one."

"True," Tinion replied. "I wonder how long it will take for them to have
their talan in complete disarray. Care to wager?"

Haldir smiled. "I think I will pass. If it were Rumil and Legandir alone, I
would say before sunrise. But Orophin being with them makes it more
difficult."

Tinion laughed. "You are quite right. It was Oro who kept *this* talan
presentable. I suppose we will have to wait and see. Well, if there is
nothing else you need, I will be going. I should get some rest after all."

"You have done more than enough," Haldir answered with a smile.

"Very good then. *Quel du,"* [good night] Tinion replied. He turned then and
moved towards the door.

"Tinion, wait."

Tinion turned to him again. "Have you forgotten something?"

"No. You have shared with me today, and now I wish to share with you," Haldir
answered, rising and walking over to his desk.

Tinion watched as Haldir retrieved a book from one of the shelves. He opened
it, removed a piece of parchment, then returned and handed it to him.
Perplexed, he gazed at Haldir uncertainly.

"It is all right. I wish for you to read it," Haldir said quietly.

Tinion opened the letter and began to read. Haldir watched as several
emotions seemed to cross the flaxen haired Elf's features all at once. When
he was done, Tinion wiped his eyes with the back of his sleeve and handed the
letter back to Haldir with a chuckle. 

"I believe him," he remarked.

Haldir smiled. "As do I."

Tinion looked at him. "Thank you for sharing that with me."

"You are most welcome my friend," Haldir answered. He turned then and walked
back over the desk to return the letter from whence it came. Then he
retrieved his bow and quiver and joined Tinion again, opening the door to
allow him to pass through first.

"Come; I will walk with you. I have decided to take the night watch."
FIFTY



By mid-afternoon a week later, Galdor and Cineas returned to Lorien.
Elviondel, on watch with Fereveldir, stood on a limb looking out over the
divide. He smiled and turned to his companion, who sat casually, eating a
small piece of Lembas.

 "Galdor returns."

"Has Siddhir's mother returned with him?" Fereveldir inquired.

"Yes," Elviondel replied.

Fereveldir stood, and subsequently they both descended the Mallorn, bowing as
the two regal elves approached. They bowed in return

"I trust your visit to Rivendell was pleasant, my Lady?" Fereveldir inquired.

Cineas smiled at him with sparkling azure eyes. "Quite, thank you. It was
good to see Elrond again. It had been far too long."

Fereveldir nodded. "Very good, my Lady."

"You need not be so formal, Fereveldir. My name is Cineas. You may address me
as such."

"Um, very well, my- Cineas."

Cineas chuckled. "My Siddhir gave me quite an accurate description of most
everyone he was close to. He said you were by far the most formal one, and
the peace keeper as well."

Fereveldir smiled. "He did?"

Cineas winked. "He cared very much for you. Tell me, might you know where I
can find Haldir? I would like to see him before going on to Caras Galadon."

"I believe he would be in his talan by now. We relieved him several hours
ago," Fereveldir answered.

*"Hannon lle,"* [thank you] Cineas replied, nodding to the two sentinels
along with Galdor. Then they strolled past the checkpoint deeper into the
forest. 

Elviondel watched as they departed. "If it were not for Captain Tinion, I
would certainly like to see more of *him."*

Fereveldir turned to him with a raised brow. "You are spending far too much
time with Tinion. His voraciousness is rubbing off on you."

Elvinodel grinned. "What's wrong with that?"

Fereveldir laughed. "Forget it. You will never understand. I used to think
Haldir had the most insatiable libido, but you and Tinion have long surpassed
him."

Elviondel chuckled and scaled the Mallorn again. Shaking his head, Fereveldir
followed.



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They walked most of the way in silence, with Cineas taking particular delight
in the luminescent glow of the towering Mallorns above and around them. Just
before they would take the path that led to Caras Galadon and Haldir's talan,
Cineas stopped.

"What is it, Cineas?" Galdor asked.

"Haldir is… there," she pointed to another path on the right.

Galdor frowned. "But he resides straight ahead- and very close to Caras
Galadon."

"Perhaps, but he is not there. I can feel his presence," Cineas replied. 

"Very well then, but I think now it's best if you lead." Galdor replied with
a grin.

Cineas nodded. "We will go this way."

They took the path leading away from Caras Galadon and eventually came upon a
row of talans located sparsely along one side of the road. After passing
three of them, Cineas stopped again.
 
"He is in there," she whispered.

Galdor stepped aside to let her climb first,