Title: Spirit: For The Love Of Haldir Author: GameliaPennlainiel iliketoplaywithelves@yahoo.co.uk Pairings: Haldir/Celeborn Haldir/Pennlain (own character) Rating: R Summary: Haldir has been abused and receives comfort in the arms of Celeborn. It all goes on from there...Love and Lost. Disclaimer: I completely don't own any of the characters. Apart from Pennlain of course, as I brought him into this world. Warning: Rape and physical abuse, not vividly described though. Some Non-Consenual Sexual Situations to come. Authors Note: Please e-mail me if you like it. I would really appreciate it. POV or thoughts are ‘’. Spirit (For The Love Of Haldir) Chapter 1 – Cruelty Brought You to Me The river glistened beneath the blue light of the moon, the calm waters echoed in Haldir’s somber eyes. He sat with his arms hugged about his knees and rested his head on top of them. His flaxen hair hung dejectedly around his face and his shoulders slumped low, as if a huge weight was upon them. A small tear left his eye, running down his cheek smoothly. Haldir sniffed and wiped his eyes on the sleeve of his blue tunic then rubbed his hands over his face and motioned to get up but was stopped by a pale hand rested on his shoulder. “What troubles you Haldir?” The owner of the hand’s voice was soft and compassionate. The fingers gently massaged Haldir’s shoulder, easing the tension slightly. “Nothing that is important to you, Celeborn.” Haldir replied quietly and went to rise for a second time but was stopped by Celeborn who sat on a broken log facing him. “You are one of my people, Haldir. It is my business to know and help you.” The lord of the wood looked into the other elf’s eyes, as if trying to seek out what was wrong. Haldir’s eyes joined with his and lingered there for a few seconds then sharply tore his head away and blushed with anger. “This is a matter I would rather keep to myself.” Haldir tried not to sound disrespectful. “Please recognise my privacy.” “A problem shared is a problem halved, my fellow elf.” The elder one paused and saw the pain on his face. “I will not tell anyone of this discussion if that is what you wish.” “I wish for you to leave me be.” “I cannot.” Haldir raised his head as it came into contact with Celeborn’s tender hand, gently stroking his cheek. He pushed his head against it, suggesting for him to continue. Haldir closed his eyes and thought of how he longed for someone to care and cherish him. To take away the pain in his heart… Celeborn had maneuvered both of hands and was now cradling his face, cooing softly. Haldir did not notice the tears flooding down his face and his body shaking with grief while his comforter wrapped his slender arms around him. “My dear Haldir…Hush…” Celeborn whispered into his ear and rocked him in comforting movements. Haldir turned his head to face him and brushed his supple lips against the others. The other responded lightly and happiness rushed through Haldir’s mind then he remembered… He tore away from the kiss abruptly and crawled away to his feet, wiped his eyes furiously to no avail as the tears cursed his vision more. “No!” Haldir tried to yell but was beaten into having it sound like a sob. “Not again! No!” Still weeping uncontrollably Haldir fled slamming his fists against the trees as he past them. Celeborn stood and watched him run, like an orc revealed to sunlight. He scowled and continued to observe. “Haldir…” He murmured quietly. *~*~*~*~*~* The flashbacks took flight through Haldir’s mind. Blocking everything out of his psyche apart from that night...The night his life was ruined. “Aw… Haldir. Don’t be so uptight.” The sickening voice sneered. “Have a bit of fun once in a while.” Haldir protested but a sense of excitement surged in him as well. “I can’t…I have to guard the wood tonight…What are you doing?!” The owner of the voice jumped him and landed a forced kiss on Haldir’s lips…It felt nice…But he didn’t hardly know this person. “No.” Haldir pushed him away. “I have duty to do.” The other one’s eyes suddenly turned dark and morphed into slit’s on his face. “I think yes, Haldir.” The voice was low and sinister. That voice sent shiver’s down his spine that night and the eyes…’ Haldir burst into tears for the second time that night. The tearing of the clothes…being beaten unconscious…waking up violated. He couldn’t stand it. Why wouldn’t those thoughts leave his mind for good? Why couldn’t things be the way they were? Haldir sighed and curled into a ball, lay on the ground and after hours of more weeping fell asleep from exhaustion. *~*~*~*~*~* The balcony overlooked the wood, giving Celeborn an overview of all the goings on. In the distance he saw a slim figure approaching his home. Haldir. ‘If only I knew what troubled him. Although I do think it has something to do with what happened last night…’ The younger elf climbed the stairs dejectedly, concentrating on his leather boots. Suddenly he bumped into a body in front of him and his attention span returned. “Sorry…Celeborn!” Haldir gasped and his face lit up. Celeborn smiled sweetly at him, glad to see some joy in his face. “This is my lodging. Who else were you to bump into?” He continued to smile at Haldir with a fond warmth in his heart. “I..” The surprised elf stuttered. The elder man put a finger to his mouth, telling him to be silent. Kind- heartedly, he took hold of Haldir’s hand and led him up the stair to his chamber. The sun shone through the arched window and highlighted the ivory curtains. There was a large bed at one end of the room with leaf green draping hanging at each of the four ends. On the floor were red and gold rugs and a few cabinets were littered around the room. Haldir’s head cocked in every direction as he took it all in, it was so pretty. After living in Lorien for so long he still had not seen something like this. The sun shone on his face, giving it a healthy golden glow while Celeborn sat on his bed casually. Mused by the expression on his friend’s face and how beautiful the sun looked on his skin. “One has to wonder why a fair elf such as yourself has decided to stay in Lorien and not venture westward.” Celeborn broke the silence and still looked at him. Haldir removed the clasp which secured his clock around him and set it on a small table. He then approached Celeborn and sat down beside him on the bed. “Would you not have wanted to escape the thing that torments you so?” He still questioned the timid looking Haldir. “I don’t know where he is now.” Tears rushed to the little elf’s eyes. “He?” The listener leant forward, instinct telling him to do so as Haldir would need comforted. “Ai. He. It was a long time ago…I was about to do my duty and he wanted to…to…Have some fun, as he called it. I didn’t. My duties needed to be attended.” Haldir began to break down while Celeborn put his arm round him and nodded. “Did he hurt you?” Celeborn’s face was grave. Haldir wept in Celeborn’s arms and shook hysterically. They sat and embraced until Haldir calmed down slightly. “He abused me…” A quiet sob emitted from the quivering body. “He violated me.” Celeborn hugged him and frowned, deep in thought. He had no idea that this is what had happened at all. A rage built up in him. Whoever did this had to pay. Haldir grasped onto the older elf’s tunic for dear life. ‘I don’t want to let go. But does he want me not to?’ Haldir was confused and upset at every heartbeat. He had never seen Celeborn in this light before…He was drowning in folly. To be continued… I have five more chapters written... Spirit (For The Love Of Haldir) Chapter 2 – Let Me Live Without Restraint Haldir awoke to the bright light of the sun streaming into his eyes, much to his own disgust of daylight first thing in the morning in the same location of the night before. He shuffled his aching body onto its side and was blinded again: By beauty. The small arches by his mouth rose, shaping his lips into an ample smile, revealing his pearly white teeth. Silently leaning forward, pouting his mouth slightly, Haldir planted a kiss on the cerise lips of the other body while keeping his eyes opened. He was shocked to see the cerulean orbs light up and staring straight back at him. The advancer leant back on his knees, surprised, his mouth open and his cheeks turning rosy. Celeborn beamed. “Thought you could catch me in my sleep did you?” He drew circles with his index finger on Haldir’s naked chest playfully. “My ears are not just for decoration, little gwilwileth.” (butterfly). He then patted an area of silk sheet beside him, prompting Haldir to sit beside him with his knees risen to his chest. “How is your form this morning?” Celeborn looked concerned yet lovingly straight into his fellow elf’s face. Haldir’s mouth did not listen to his mind as he blurted out “I feel wonderful, so secure and warm inside. You…”. The younger one’s head bolted to the side, ashamed at his uncouth, juvenile outburst. “I feel wonderful,” he finally uttered, attempting to sound more mature for his age. Celeborn began to laugh inwardly to himself but could not withhold his mirth as it escaped as a snort, catching Haldir’s attention. “What is so amusing?” The confused little one queried while Celeborn continued to chuckle, oblivious to Haldir’s discomfort. “I didn’t…” “Relax.” Ordered the elder elf, turning to face him and took the puzzled face in his hands and passionately kissed him. Then still holding Haldir close to him so that they touched noses he whispered to him. “Its so adorable when you are lost for words.” The other blushed and hugged him in thanks but Celeborn pushed his body weight on top of him and pinned him to the bed. “Celeborn!” Haldir hissed squeakily, beginning to giggle slightly as the named flicked his tongue upon his neck. “What if we get caught?” Celeborn groaned and plonked his head on Haldir’s toned chest. Looking up with a sly smile he twisted his lover’s hair around his finger. “This is my chamber. No one will enter without permission, cautious one.” He said while starting to mark delicate patterns around the perked nipples. Haldir sighed in pleasure and twiddled his fingers upon his darling’s muscular back. Celeborn continued to caress Haldir, making him express throaty moans in reply and kiss him in return. He made sure every inch of him was sensitised and touched equally, caressed, loved…They both swelled in delight, arching towards each other. Celeborn touched Haldir’s excitement gently, backwards ad forwards, causing him to gasp and moan until his release came, covering the elder elf’s hands while he kissed him and coated himself. Haldir writhed on the bed, and watched his loved and stared seductively at him. He knew what was to happen next, as it had occurred last night also. Haldir could not wait. The younger elf turned around inviting him to enter, which Celeborn did and their guttural noises echoed about the chamber. They rocked forward and backwards and caressing each other till Celeborn’s release arrived and they kissed breathlessly. Both elves lay together afterwards, Haldir resting his head on his lover’s chest and the other petting his golden un-braided hair softly. Celeborn embraced Haldir again and spoke faintly into the leaf like ear. “I do love you, my little pixie.” And his eyes smiled. *~*~*~*~*~* ‘I have never felt like this in my life.’ Haldir trotted briskly through the golden wood, the months had passed blissfully, the autumn had came and the leaves had began to change colour. A smile adorned his face, his heart was leaping inside, his mind at ease, his body calm. He had not felt like this for ages since before… Again the memory flushed back, faster than the pleasure he was experiencing could counter it. This time he remembered the whole face of the attacker. The smug look on his face, the eyebrows and forehead creased in a frown and the day afterward. When he left on his snow white horse, blowing Haldir a stomach-churning kiss as he departed amidst cheers from the other inhabitants of Lorien for him and his group. Yet one of the others was sniggering at him too…Haldir could not place a name on that face. ‘ “I love you Haldir,” He mockingly sneered at me and brushed his hand roughly across my cheek as he left. I’ll never forget that…that…’ The tears returned, much to Haldir’s displeasure. He tried to block them out with a good thought and for once he had one. ‘Celeborn.’ Haldir gleamed beneath the roof of arched, shining branches above him. ‘He is helping me get rid of this and forget the past. I’m going to get this out of my head once and for all nothing will get at me.’ With that Haldir ran as fast as he could back to the main area of Lorien and pushed through the door, happiness flooding through him and bounded up the stairs. *~*~*~*~*~* “It is good to see you again, Legolas and yourself, Aragorn.” Celeborn poured a clear liquid into three blue glasses and offered them to the new arrivals. He downed his own drink and looked at them pleasantly. “It is indeed kind of you to let us stay here, we thank you in advance for your hospitality.” Aragorn replied, shifting his black hair from his face to behind his ear whilst Legolas peered out of the arched window, intently at something. “You see a problem, Legolas?” The lord of the wood asked. The fair elf’s brow creased into a wrinkled frown as he looked out of the stone framed window. He pondered and a few moments later only recognised that Celeborn had proposed a question to him. “Nothing troubles me.” He announced before he emptied his glass and walked across to Aragorn, who was on the balcony. Celeborn collected the glasses from his two other companions and proceeded to return them to their cabinet when suddenly Haldir entered, beaming and extremely flustered. “Haldir!” The lord’s face lit up, the arches of his mouth raised. Haldir still beamed at him and just as he opened his mouth when Legolas re-entered the room with Aragorn in hot pursuit. The gleeful elf’s joy quickly faded. Celeborn frowned and thought to himself. ‘Surely not the Prince of Mirkwood? Or Isildur’s heir?’ “Haldir,” Legolas face was warm and friendly. “It is good to see you again, especially at this fair time of year.” Haldir stood gobsmacked. His mouth hung wide open and his pupils dilated, prompting Celeborn to fill the gap of conversation at the same time as the two friends continued to stare at Haldir. “Surely Aragorn and you are exhausted from your traveling, would you like to be shown to a room?” He asked while glaring at him. Legolas made eye contact and smiled in his usual way. “You are very benevolent, sir.” His eyes lingering. “We shall rest for a few hours but we shall be far away from Lorien before sunset.” He and Aragorn then left the room by the guidance of another elf showing them the way to their quarters. Haldir greeted them as they departed. Celeborn approached the double doors and closed them then looked at his love. “He was the one?” his azure eyes making contact with the steel of Haldir’s. The younger elf stood rigid and still without movement. Inside was no different, Haldir’s heart was beating as normal. “No, t’was not them.” He sighed and brought back the look of joy to his face then approached his lover and kissed him on the cheek. “I just came to say how you are helping me. They just surprised me. I thought they would have left Middle Earth.” His glowing white teeth were revealed again and he left, almost with a skipping movement. Celeborn smiled. He was glad that Haldir was happy and that he was forgetting about what had happened those years ago. *~*~*~*~*~* The fish swam through the water with great ease, flicking its tail ever so gracefully as it tore past the giant waves Haldir was making with his finger as he traced it. The moon was up and the stars were out, sparkling like a carpet of diamonds and the moon a giant opal. His leafy ears twitched as a twig snapped behind him and he heard foot steps approach. “Who goes there?” Haldir said monotonously without moving. He heard a snort and another pair of footsteps. ‘What was this?’ Haldir turned swiftly around to feel a hard palm connect with his jaw, sending him backward into the pool at the back of him. A fist grasped onto the scruff of his tunic and flung him forward into a hardwood. He was swiveled round and was met with a pair of sinister eyes. Fear paced through Haldir’s body as the owner of the eye’s fist pressed hard against his gullet, choking him and forcing him to let out a small cry. ‘Who is this? What is happening?’ “So you are Celeborn’s whore now, are you?” The eyes voice spat at him. Haldir then heard another set of footsteps not so farther away approaching, but were too far away for them to hear his cries. “We shall see.” To Be Continued… Spirit (For The Love Of Haldir) Chapter 3 – Fighting The World The deep purple of the bruise protruded fiercely from its background of black and blue clouds, with tinges of yellow at the edges around the wounded eye. A small trickle of blood slithered down the pale skin but was smudged when a clenched fist swabbed it away. Haldir cursed. The cut on his thin bottom lip had ripped itself open again. He clenched his teeth as he tried to rise from his blanket, crumpled on a heap on the silver boards of his tree dwelling. When Haldir finally managed to get up on his feet he fell to his knees again, clutching his ribs. The injured elf dragged his worn body across to his makeshift bed and grasped hold of a bloody cloth and dipped it in the bowl of water next to it then painfully removed his tunic to expose his badly beaten upper body. His rips were a deep black, his chest a mixture of violet and blue and cuts were slashed across his stomach. Whilst hissing in pain, Haldir held the cloth to his beaten ribs and sighed as the pain eased a little. The fallen leaves beneath his stronghold rustled and a dark figure was seen walking about, as if looking for something. It then stopped with its head fixed in Haldir’s direction. It was Celeborn. The young elf scrawled and tried to hide himself from view but it was too late, his lover had seen him and was now climbing the tree, his turquoise robes flying behind him. Pain and concern was in the other elf’s eyes, his forehead creased in a worried frown. “Haldir!” Celeborn said loudly, anxiety resonant in his voice. “What happened? Who did this to you?” He approached the ill-treated on his knees with his arms outstretched. Haldir’s face turned dark and angry. “Go away!” Haldir’s voice boomed, his eyes set on Celeborn with a rage behind the steel irises. “Haldir…” The elven lord still reached out with his hands to help and comfort. “Be gone! I want nothing more to do with you or anyone no more!” Haldir practically screamed with the burning rage inside him powering him to get to his feet and exit from the tree. He collected his belongings from beneath an upturned root and walked eastward. “Where are you going?” Celeborn scrambled to his feet then fell from the tree in his panic. He swiftly got up and pursued the angry elf exiting the forest. Forcing his hand onto Haldir’s shoulder, he spun him around and stared at him. A small trickle of blood was running down Celeborn’s brow but the younger one didn’t seem to care. “Where are you going?” He asked again, his voice breaking in time with his heart crashing to pieces inside him. “I am leaving Lothlorien.” Was his answer. “Why?!” Tears ran from Celeborn’s sapphire eyes and his voice crackled again. Haldir pushed his lover’s hand from his shoulder and stormed onwards, his body beginning to feel the ache of his injuries again. He seethed as the other continued to follow him, listening to him crying as he continued to walk until they were both half a mile outside ‘Lorien. Annoyed, the younger one twirled round on his heel to face Celeborn boring his eyes deep into him. “What kind of elf do you call yourself weeping and trailing after me like a child?” He snapped. “Be gone and leave me be.” The words pierced into Celeborn’s heart and again the fountains of tears were shed. He continued to follow prompting Haldir to repeat himself. “Tears will not make me return.” The flaxen hair of the enraged elf blew in the wind, sticking to his clammy cheeks. “But they will still flow.” Replied Celeborn whilst sniffing. “I love you Haldir, why must you leave? Can you not speak with me? What has happened to you that you must take torture me this way?” His cerulean orbs dried up and a fury was apparent on Haldir’s visage again. “It happened again Celeborn. I want to be free from all of this. This place only gives me memories of the pain that stalks me.” The voice that was emitted from Haldir’s voice was not what he wanted. It had shook with sadness and annoyance, the sadness prevailing. "It happened again?" The elven lord's eyes widened and his voice whispered. "You're heading towards Mordor!" He suddenly realised that he had stood in a daze, pondering, and Haldir had walked onward. The blue moon highlighted both of the elves' delicate features as the cruel hand of fate tore them apart. Spirit:-For The Love Of Haldir Chapter 4:- A Heart Named No Mans Land Gone. Celeborn hadn’t bothered to follow. Inside he knew there was no point. Haldir had been determined to leave and Celeborn was not prepared to let the younger elf suffer with the end result being something dreadful which plagued his mind, something the elven lord pushed out of his psyche, but not all the way out of his leaf-shaped, curved ears into the abyss. What was the point. Celeborn blinked, his lids heavy with the strain of insomnia and now the smoldering of tears rushing violently to his emotion filled jewels. The sun had risen and set three times since Haldir had left in his fury and melancholy madness. Plunging a forlorn dagger of burning pain and loss through the desolate elf’s once brimming heart of joyful love to now one of emptiness and sorrow. The stars sparkled silently as Celeborn sighed and placed both of his pale hands over his firm chest, bowing his head glancing below the balcony, trying to find a way to release the feelings within his very soul. The elder being raised his head, the moonlight causing his tears to glimmer silver and blue. “I am too old for this foolishness. It is time. Now is the moment where myself and my aching heart must diminish in the West. It is over.” With these final words, he made his graceful way into the grand chamber and quietly stifled a sob as Middle Earth went onward unawares. *~*~*~*~*~* ‘ Lying on the bed warm against the cloud-like quilt, bodies merging into one, the almost glowing god-like elf beneath, I above, kissing, touching, the soft, moist tip of my tongue toyed with his nipple, teasing and tempting, until it stood erect and proud as his own member. Running his hands up and down his spine, feeling the tautness of my muscles, groaning in pleasure as I kissed his glistening neck….It was as if my soul was being invaded. Like a bird set free, feeling elated…His hard strong arms caressing my tensed body until, all too soon, the passion was spent and exhausted, I clung to him and him to me. The world silent again.’ Celeborn arose sharply, the hairs upon the back of his neck levitating above his skin, as if wanting to flee from the pores which withheld them. Sweat glinted on the furrowed brow, flaxen threads of hair fixed to the hide, goose pimples spreading. The elder elf gasped for breath and tried to consort the feelings within him before settling his head on the satin pillow but no sleep sought out his tormented orbs which were the pathway to his anguish, shielded by lavish homes and clothes along with the part of aristocracy rested upon his head. *~*~*~*~*~* Spirit:- For The Love of Haldir Chapter 5:- Corona in the Darkness The cut stung. Spreading across Haldir’s forehead like a crown of thorn’s ignited by a burning fire, screeching and continually searching for another area to infect with its disturbing wrath of pain, blood trickling down his brow catlike a kin to molten lava slinking down his fair pale skin. The world pouring into the blood shot once sparkling jewels was crystallized and unclear, the sun was no where to be seen but a dim light was in a dark corner… Suddenly a burst of sound attacked his delicate ears. Haldir’s head spun in confusion but his outlook miraculously cleared and the young elf could see that he was placed within the bar of an inn with the night in full swing. Clinking of iron mugs, the stale smell of sweat…the atmosphere was calm and relaxing yet joyful whilst the stranger staggered upwards edging closer to the bar, scrunching up his chiseled nose once and every so often as he passed some beings that reeked a bit more poignantly than others. *~*~*~*~*~ The night passed on. Haldir has learnt of his arrival to the inn, bruised and battered, beaten yet again, but being found by the kind intentioned keep’s wife who still fussed over him checking if he was ‘aright’. The wooden room was cozy and warm, the aura friendly and the people quite genuinely honest and proper to Lothlorien’s elf’s surprise. Astonishing the elf the same way Celeborn had with their compassionate and tender intents proving to never judge a book by its cover. Haldir shuddered at the memory of his love and returned to face the mahogany bar with its swirling patterns, tracing them cat likely with his slim finger until a hand landed itself on his rounded shoulders, causing him to gasp. “Why hello there.” A placid voice rolled into Haldir’s ear, the elf spun clockwise to face a statue towering above him, golden hair framing his ample but strong featured visage, a braid hanging effortlessly each side. Adorned upon his face was a beaming smile, a shining white being currently directed to a bewildered as well as frightened Haldir. “Hello.” The now somewhat smaller elf, sat upon a red velvet cushioned stool managed to stutter in reply. Haldir’s head plunged downward to stare at his feet, for once taking in the detail of his silver thread stitched on his boot laces. The other graced himself to his knees, reaching out for the seated elf’s right boot and pulled it closer to his strapping face, furrowing his brow and his pupils dilating. He snorted. “Interesting footwear. Strong I take it?” He sniffed again. “Mmm...Leather. Also teased straps. Your wood has fantastic shoe makers although that’s hardly surprising since that’s what our race is renowned to do.” That sparkling smile flushed across his cerise lips again. Haldir was puzzled. “Renowned to do?” He commented quietly without removing his foot from the other’s grasp. The blonde raised an eyebrow, his ice blue eyes linking with the steel of Haldir’s irises for a split second before lunging upwards and placing his hands on his hips with an unyielding look upon his face. “Why yes! Haven’t you heard the tale of ‘The Shoemaker’?” His countenance was stern and serious. “Us elves, about the height of this….” At this point he straightened his final finger on his right hand and brought it closer to Haldir’s headway. “Came along and stitched up this dear old man’s shoes! He was ever so pleased. Oh how I am reminded time after time by these jolly fellows in the bar.” A muscular, fern green cotton clad arm was risen and pointed eastward to a group of large bearded men in a musky corner of the inn, currently surrounded by a cloud of foggy smoke and the essence of stale ale. Haldir sat in marvel as the well built elf continued to mock his counterparts within the hold, deepening his voice and walking at different paces reducing the young elf to the verge of tears. Which for once were not of sadness but of happiness and contentment. Finally he settled beside him and offered his round of refreshments before introducing himself whilst outreaching a burly hand along side a radiating glow of pearl white teeth. “I am Pennlain Elbrethon of Rhun and it is indeed a pleasure to meet your acquaintance.” For a second time the rhinestone gems sought out Haldir’s silver. The Lothlorien elf returned the favour. “I am Haldir of Lothlorien and the same be with you.” TBC… Spirit:- For The Love of Haldir Chapter 6:- Drowning In Folly There it was. The snow white vessel shone in the crystal clear sunlight, highlighting the delicate craftsmanship of each piece of wood all put in place to create such a sight. Celeborn looked worriedly around him, taking in all the hurried farewells from parents to their offspring and vice versa also absorbing all the happy couples boarding arm in arm, looking forward to their brand new lives together in the ever so enticing West. None of these hopelessly devoted lovers were being split up. They were all together. Unlike he and Haldir. Celeborn perished the thought. Torn apart. By something no one knew of. Not even he. The one Haldir had loved the most. Or had he? Had he EVER loved him? What if this whole thing had been a charade? A game to Haldir. Playing with an old fool’s heart? After all. Look at the life he lived. Royalty. Riches. Material contentment. No emotional though. No love. Divine intervention. That younger elf knew his game. Celeborn frowned in anger. He KNEW what he was doing to me. He KNEW how he was tearing my heart apart. Selfishness. Vulgarity. Lust. Lust. The weary elven lord bowed his head. He was as much to blame as Haldir was. He was a dirty old man and he felt it within him. Both of them were disgusting. Both horrible. An echoing horn bellowed in the background. No. It was not time. It was not the time for him to leave the place where his heart still called home. The place where the person who withheld his heart remained. the elder elf was to seek him out and make him his own forever again. *~*~*~*~* There had been an up roaring ruckus when Celeborn had decided to leave, just seconds away from what could have been a fatal and out right foolish mistake. Bags and belongings had been discarded out of his way as the determined elf heaved through the crowd and onto a horse, settling upon it and galloping towards Lorien once more. Leaving his remaining followers who had come to the conclusion that there was nothing more left for them in their fair home anymore, preparing to depart for the divine West and now he had deserted them upon an ivory craft. Steering towards their soul’s desire.