THE HARD TRAVELLED PATH TO 
DESTINY



Author:        E’amane’Aldarion
Beta:            T.Futcher
Rating:         R
Main Pairing:  HALDIR/LEGOLAS
Other Pairings: Haldir/Dinendal, Haldir/Tinion, Haldir/Elladan, 
(other minor pairings)                        
Feedback:     Sure! Eamane5@aol.com	
Warnings:     Slash/Angst/Mpreg/Minor character death
Note:            This is my very first slash fic. I inadvertently 
stumbled across a slash fic story while looking for something else 
and was pleasantly surprised to see that I was not the only one 
who had these thoughts! So, I decided to try my hand at writing 
one as well. Haldir does NOT die in my story however, as he is 
my inspiration.                                                
Disclaimer:   All characters 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 denial and obstacles facing true love. 
Haldir fell in love with Legolas  from the first moment he laid eyes 
on him, but let many reasons stop him from pursuing him, being 
pursued by him or even admitting to himself that he had the 
feelings to begin with.
Timeline:      Before the fellowship, a bit during- (but I’ve even 
changed that), and after. 
Archives:      Library of Moria. For others, I would be honoured, 
but please let me know where.	
Translations: [In brackets] *-* used for Elvish language and for 
emphasis. **-** for telepathic thoughts.

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ONE


It was a glorious summer day in the Golden Wood. A gentle 
breeze rustled through the shimmering leaves of the great Mallorn 
trees and everything was well in Lothlorien. Rumil turned and 
smiled when his brother joined him at his post.

*“Mae Govannen, toramin. Quel esta?”* [Well met, brother. Rest 
well?]

Haldir grinned. “As always, brother. You know I sleep the sleep 
of the dead. How goes the watch?”

Rumil shifted his position on the limb and groaned, stifling a yawn. 
“All is quiet as usual. I tell you brother, sometimes it is quite 
boring.”

Haldir smirked and glared at his brother with feigned sternness. “I 
would say that that is a *good* thing, is it not?”

With eyes widening in surprise, Rumil gasped. “Oh, forgive me 
brother! I meant no complaint! Of course it is a good thing!” 
Haldir raised an eyebrow and smiled, softening his features. He 
always could get a rise out of his youngest brother.

“Very well then. What have you seen?”

“A few scattered Orcs and Uruk Hai early on, but they were 
headed away from us. Oh, and a lone rider. Looked like he could 
be kin. Not too long ago.”

Haldir frowned. “A *lone* rider? That is not very smart. Where 
had you seen him? Is he heading this way?”

Rumil turned and pointed. “I saw him there; to the north. I would 
say he is a while away yet, but by now he should be closer to 
Orophin’s post.” 

They sat in silence for a several minutes and then Haldir stood.

“I do not like the sound of this. If he *is* kin, I would not want 
anything to happen to him so close to Lorien. I will go to Orophin 
and try to track him.” Rumil nodded, and Haldir left him to his 
watch.
 
********************


Celeborn looked up when his wife entered the room. He started 
to smile, but froze when he noticed the grim expression on her 
face. “What have you seen my love?”

Galadriel smiled wanly and sighed. “There will be both happy and 
sad times ahead for our beloved Haldir, and I fear it shall all come 
to pass very soon.” 


Celeborn frowned. “How much more can he take? He has had 
such a hard life already, sacrificing his own affairs to help bring up 
his brothers- and then losing his lover in battle! He has been alone 
for centuries. Happiness is long overdue him.”

Galadriel smiled. “Well, he is not *totally* alone.”

Celeborn waved his hand. “You know what I mean, *melamin.* 
[my love]  *True* love, like he had with Siddhir. You know as 
well as I that Dinendal is just a distraction. Thank the Valar that 
Dinendal himself is aware of things and is content.” 

Galadriel sighed and sat beside him, taking his hand. “Haldir is 
strong in so very many ways. That resolution will aid him greatly in 
the days to come. He will have that happiness if he can persevere, 
but there will be many painful tribulations on the road towards it. 
Some will even be due to his own making, I am afraid. Our 
Guardian is very proud.”

Celeborn chuckled. “Proud and as stubborn as the day is long, but 
if anyone can persevere, it is Haldir. He was not appointed captain 
of the guard for naught. Will you tell him of what you have seen?”

“I have not yet decided. I think for now it is best to let things take 
their course. After all, in the end all that will happen or not happen 
will be by the Valar’s grace.”

“Sweet Elbereth, this is true.” Celeborn sighed. “We can help, but 
not hinder.” He took her hand. “Come, my lady.  Our meal awaits 
us.”

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



Haldir arrived at the edge of a clearing west of Orophin’s post and 
stopped suddenly. There were sounds of a struggle up ahead. 
Silently and cautiously he progressed further, his sword hand free 
and at the ready. He crouched low and effortlessly proceeded 
through the brush until he could get a fix on where the sounds 
were emanating from. He found what he sought soon enough.

 Five or six figures were in a huddle at the far end of the clearing, 
seemingly surrounding another figure. Limbs were moving to and 
fro in quick, stabbing gestures that looked much to Haldir like a 
fight. He decided to watch until he could fathom what was 
happening and how he should proceed. One of the offending 
figures yelled and fell backward, briefly revealing another figure 
that was roughly being subdued on the forest floor by the others. 
Haldir could then see that the figure they were subduing was an 
elf, for when the fallen figure had broken the circle, he could see a 
flash of braided golden hair as it whipped though the air. He 
inched forward and crouched closer. 

The fallen figure stood and grunted, spilling Westron curses in the 
air. Haldir could now decipher that it was a man. He frowned. He 
had a severe distaste for men. He found them to be callous, dirty 
and deceitful, and never had any use for them. There was only one 
man in all of  middle earth he remotely liked, and even that had 
taken some time. Estel of Rivendell- also known as Aragorn, son 
of Arathorn- had been raised by elves and therefore had inherited 
some grace bestowed to him by the Eldars. Haldir could tolerate 
him. These men; he could not. Already he found their stench and 
actions nauseating.

“Kick me will you elf?” The man grunted, grabbing the elf by his 
hair while the others tore at the elf’s clothing. “I will make you 
sorry for that. I promise you.”

 The elf struggled anew and the man growled and struck him in the 
face with his fist. Blood spilled readily from the elf’s mouth and 
nose, but even this did not cease his struggles.

“This elf is a hearty one, Liam.  Me thinks he will be well worth 
the trouble.” Another man chuckled, helping to pin the struggling 
elf’s arms to the ground. The other men grasped at the elf’s 
kicking feet and mid section.

“Indeed” The first man agreed, ripping apart the elf’s tunic. Haldir 
could take no more. Anger rose from deep within him as he 
witnessed his kin being treated in such a manner. He stood 
abruptly, bow at the ready.

“Release him! Or by the Valar I will see you all dead!” Haldir 
shouted.

The men turned towards him, startled by another presence in the 
woods. But seconds after seeing the other elf their fear faded. 
Two of the party started towards Haldir, while the other four held 
on to their struggling captive.

“Another treat, Liam. And just as lovely as the first.” The man 
guffawed, helping his friends subdue the elf they were holding 
while two of their companions made their way towards Haldir.

Haldir spoke no more. His answer to the remark was two arrows 
fired in rapid succession at the men bounding in his direction. Both 
arrows found their marks, deeply embedding themselves in each 
of the men’s foreheads. They dropped to the ground without a 
sound in a lifeless heap. 

One of the four men that held the other elf roared with disdain, 
grabbing the captive and throwing him aside roughly. The elf could 
not regain his footing and tripped. He fell hard on the forest floor, 
striking his head on a stone. He collapsed and lay there 
motionless, blood pouring through an open gash on the side of his 
head. The remaining four men advanced towards Haldir, drawing 
their swords.

“By the Gods, we will kill you elf!” One of them screamed.

Haldir smiled a wicked smile, and pulled a notched arrow back in 
his bow. “Come forth, *Feuyaerea”* [Disgusting ones]




The leader drew his sword with clenched teeth. “You may be 
swift with that bow elf, but you are one, and we are four. You 
shall not take us all. One of us will see your throat cut.” He uttered 
with a deep growl.

Out of the corner of his eye, high above in the trees, Haldir saw a 
flash of silver. The men did not. Seemingly out of nowhere, two of 
the advancing four men fell face first onto the ground with a thud. 
White feathered arrows were protruding from their backs. The 
remaining two men looked down upon their fallen comrades in 
horror.

“And now you are two.” Haldir responded with a smirk. 

The remaining men turned briefly to look at the trees before 
splitting off in different directions to advance anew at Haldir. The 
one called Liam charged forth with a shrill cry of rage. Swiftly, 
Haldir discarded his bow and drew his sword.

Metal upon metal clashed in the late afternoon air. The man was 
aggressive and fast, but Haldir countered every offence. Soon the 
other man was upon him as well, and Haldir adjusted his 
position to ward off both attackers. Within the first couple of 
engages he knew instinctively that neither of them were any match 
for him as a swordsman, but he relished challenges of any kind. 
Battle was like play to Haldir, and he usually basked in the flow of 
it. But these men appalled him, so he decided to tarry with them 
no longer. With a lightening fast strike, Haldir’s sword sliced 
through the chest on the man on his left, dropping him like a stone. 
He then turned to face the man he despised the most. The one 
called Liam, who regarded Haldir with pure and unadulterated 
hatred. Haldir smiled again.

*“Amin feuya ten’lle, edan”*  [You disgust me, human]

“Aaargh! “ The man growled in anger, as he charged forth 
swinging his blade wildly. Haldir moved forward as well, but 
quickly crouched low and deposited his blade in his opponent’s 
stomach up to the hilt as the man’s blade swung in an empty and 
useless arc above his head.

The man’s sword dropped to the earth. Haldir stood slowly, never 
relinquishing his hold on his sword that lay deeply embedded in the 
man’s body and protruding from his back. The man looked up at 
him with wide eyes, and Haldir looked down upon him grinning 
until the light in those eyes went out. He then pulled away his 
sword and pushed the dead man to the ground. Orophin had 
descended from the trees and now stood beside him.

“Nice to see you again, brother.”

Haldir flashed a brilliant smile, and sheathed his sword. “You also, 
brother. Come; help me with the stranger.”

They walked to the other side of the clearing where the before 
captured elf had fallen. He was still unconscious. Orophin knelt 
down looked down at him worriedly, briefly touching the deep 
gash on the side of his head. “Who is he? This looks bad.”

“I know not. I came upon him as he was being ravished by those- 
*men.”* Haldir replied, disgust clearly edging his voice. 

“What are you going to do?” Orophin questioned.

 “I will take him to my talan and call upon a healer. I cannot do 
anything else at least until he awakens. Then I will find out where 
he belongs. Help me get him up”

 “Very well.” Orophin replied, lifting the elf by his shoulders and 
hauling him up on his feet. 

Haldir took him then, and lifted the still form to his shoulders with 
a grunt. “He is heavier than he looks, brother. I think I may well 
need your assistance.”

Orophin nodded, and called to another guard on the watch. When 
the guard appeared, Orophin left Haldir briefly to confer with him. 
Minutes later, he was back at his brother’s side. They lifted the elf 
together and made their way back to Haldir’s talan on the 
outskirts of Caras Galadon.


 
TWO


Orophin saw the healer out and returned to sit beside his brother, 
who was silently regarding the still form that lay in his bed. He 
leaned forward and grabbed a few berries from a bowl on the 
night table beside the bed, and popped them in his mouth. “How is 
he?”

Haldir shrugged. “I know not. The healer said he should awaken 
soon.”

Orophin looked closely at the guest. “Not a bad looking elf, is 
he?”

“I suppose.” Haldir replied. Orophin turned to him with a frown.

“Oh come now, brother. Think of to whom you speak. I know 
you, and I know your tastes. Do not deny your attraction to him. I 
find him extremely attractive, and therefore I *know* you do. 
Besides, you are long overdue in finding love again. He could well 
be the one.”

Haldir shook his head and stood.  “I think not. He looks but a 
mere elfling compared to myself. You should not entertain those 
thoughts nor concern yourself with my troubles in those matters in 
any event. I am quite satisfied, thank you.”

Orophin looked at him. “’Tis a lonely life you lead brother. My 
only wish is to see you happy again.”

 “I am happy enough as my needs are being met. You worry for 
naught.” 

“No slight against Dinendal brother, for he is truly a likeable elf- 
but I do not see the same thing in your eyes when you look at him 
that I see when you look at this stranger.” Orophin countered.

Haldir frowned. “And what would you think that is, brother? I 
know nothing of him. If it is anything, it is lust as well. For which 
again- I am well compensated.

“’Tis different still. My opinion has not swayed.”

Haldir stood. “By the Gods! You are as stubborn as I, *pen-
neth.* [young one] Enough now! Look after him. I will inform our 
Lord and Lady of his presence here.” 

Orophin grasped Haldir’s arm. “You have nothing to tell them yet, 
except for the fact that he is here. Why not wait at least until he 
awakens? Maybe then you will know who he is and where he is 
from.”

Haldir sighed and claimed his seat again. “As always, the voice of 
reason. At least in this instance.” He smiled, gently squeezing his 
brother’s shoulder. 



Orophin repeated the gesture on Haldir’s shoulder, looking him 
square in the eyes. “ I am the voice of reason in the *other* matter 
as well, but I will lay it to rest. For now.”

“To which I am eternally grateful.” Haldir responded.

They both turned when the talan door opened, and Rumil entered 
the room. He took one look at the stranger in Haldir’s bed, and 
hurried over to join them.

“Is this the lone rider? Gods, he is beautiful!” Rumil exclaimed. 
Haldir looked briefly at Orophin and nodded in agreement as 
Rumil pulled up another chair and sat beside them. At that 
moment, the elf began to stir. Seconds later, he opened his eyes 
and looked at the three of them. Haldir inhaled sharply. The elf 
*was* beautiful. Crystal blue eyes surrounded porcelain skin 
encased in a silky flow of long golden hair. His eyes only served to 
enhance an already vibrant beauty.

“How do you feel, *gwador?”* [brother] Haldir asked quietly.

The elf looked at the three brothers quizzically before speaking. “ I 
am-well, I think. Who are you, and where am I?” He rubbed 
briefly at the cloth wrapped loosely around his head.

“I am Haldir, these are my brothers Rumil and Orophin, and you 
are in Lothlorien. Do not remove the bandage. Your wound needs 
more time to heal.”

The elf frowned. “Lothlorien? Why would I be in Lothlorien? How 
was I wounded?”

Haldir studied him a moment, looking deep into the elf’s eyes. He 
saw no recollection there. A thought invaded his mind then, but he 
had to make sure. * “Mani naa essa en lle, gwador?”* [What is 
your name, brother?]

The elf opened his mouth to speak and then closed it again, his 
features clearly marking his distress. “ I- I know not.” 

Haldir sighed. It was what he feared. The blow to the stranger’s 
head had affected his memory. He had seen this sort of thing 
before. 

“You will rest here until you recover. Perhaps in time it will come 
back to you. My brothers will help tend to your needs whilst I am 
away. I will have to inform the Lord and Lady of your presence 
here. *Creoso a’braramin, gwador.* [Welcome to my dwelling, 
brother] 

Haldir turned and left the room abruptly leaving the bewildered elf 
in his brother’s care.

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


“Will you bless us with your presence at the upcoming festivities 
Marchwarden?” A familiar voice inquired from the side of the 
road Haldir was travelling on. Haldir stopped walking and turned 
around. 

“Ah! Dinendal. That is not *this* eve, is it?” 

Dinendal smiled. “Nay, my Lord. ‘Tis quite a while away yet. I 
was just inquiring, for I surely enjoyed your presence at the last 
festival and thereafter, and was hoping that I may get to again.”

Haldir raised an eyebrow and stepped closer to the guard. “Is that 
so, sentinel?”

“It is so. Shall I attempt to erase any doubt you may have, my 
Lord?”

Haldir smiled and considered him. Images from the previous 
festival invaded his mind and brought back their lustful tryst after 
several goblets of Lord Celeborn’s favourite wine. As a rule he 
never engaged in the practice of seducing his border guards; but 
this one- amongst only one other, had been hard pressed at 
changing his mind. The wine and the insistent ministrations of the 
elf that stood before him had slowly worn down his resolve. It 
*has* been a long time, he realized, snapping out of his reverie.

“ I think not, for I believe you.” Haldir replied. 

Dinendal laughed heartily, his blue eyes sparkling with recollection 
as well. “You were thinking of that time. A very good thing is hard 
to forget, wine or no. Would not you agree?”

“I would. Perhaps you shall see me there again then. Regrettably, I 
must take leave of you now. Our Lord and Lady await.”

“Then I will hold you no longer. I look forward to our next 
encounter, whenever it may be.”

Haldir looked him over slowly. Dinendal was quite a beauty his 
own right. Fair, lean and well muscled, he stood there with a smile 
on his face that brought all of his thoughts to light. Haldir grinned. 
He was also quite limber as he could recall. A warm feeling began 
to course through his body. Yes, it had been a long time indeed.

 “As do I, Dinendal. As do I.”

 Dinendal smiled and nodded, then left the path heading in the 
opposite direction. Haldir continued on to Caras Galadon.

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



When Haldir returned to his talan a few hours later, he found his 
guest had risen and was sitting with Orophin and Rumil at the 
table. All turned to look at him when he entered.

“You were quite a while. Did our Lord or Lady know anything 
that could help us?” Orophin inquired. Haldir shook his head, sat a 
platter down on the table and seated himself.


“Nay, at least not for now.  As he is lost to himself, our Lady 
cannot read him. She said that if we do not find out something 
soon, she will contact Lord Elrond to see if he has heard 
anything.” He looked at the elf, who was watching him with great 
interest. “Are you hungry? I thought you might be, so I brought 
this back with me.” He gently slid the platter closer to the elf. The 
elf looked down at it, then back up at Haldir. 

“Do not be afraid. It is all right. Eat. You surely must be hungry by 
now.”

The elf timidly lifted the platter’s covering and smiled. The platter 
was full of different types of fruit, nuts, bread, lembas and other 
things he did not know of. He reached for the strawberries and 
started to eat heartily.

Rumil chuckled. “ Can we have some too, my friend? Or do you 
plan on eating it all by yourself?”

The elf stopped chewing abruptly and wiped his mouth with the 
back of his hand while pushing the platter in front of Rumil. “ 
Forgive me.” 

Haldir glared at his brother. “Rumil…”

Rumil burst out laughing. “I was toying with him, Hal! He turned to 
the elf. “I was just joshing. Here, take it back.” Rumil pushed the 
platter back where it was. “It was rude of me to interrupt you.”

“It was rude of me not to offer.” The elf responded. “Please, have 
some. All of you.”

“That is all right, my friend. We will eat in our own talan. Please, 
go ahead.” Orophin offered. The elf resumed eating. 

Haldir watched him silently. When the elf smiled, he thought his 
heart would burst through his chest. In his many years upon middle 
earth, he had seen and known many beautiful elves. But, none as 
beautiful and fair as the one who sat before him. There was 
something about this elf that made him think of things he had long 
ago given up on, but even as he did, he knew it could not be. Even 
so, it gave him a good feeling to be able to entertain those thoughts 
in the light of this elf’s presence.

Rumil stood. “I think it is best we go now, unless you will be 
needing us any more brother?” Orophin stood as well.

 Haldir looked up at them. “ Nay, I think not. Thank you. All is 
well.”

 Orophin looked at the elf. “ Goodnight then, - I know not what to 
call you.”

“We should give him a name. At least until we know what his is, 
do you think?” Rumil queried “We have to call him *something.”*

The elf looked up, interested. “What would you call me?”

Both Orophin and Rumil looked at Haldir, who regarded them 
both with surprise. “Do not look to me. I have not an idea.”

“Why not just call me Elf? That is what I am after all.” The elf 
offered.

Orophin smiled. “Elf it is then. It is a pleasure to meet you, Elf. I 
am glad you are feeling better. Now we must bid you a good 
night, for we have watch in the morning.”

“Goodnight. Thank you for helping me. Will I be staying here?” 
The elf questioned, looking at Haldir.

“Aye, you will. My brothers share a talan, but I have plenty of 
room here. My quarters are humble, but I hope they will suffice.” 
Haldir replied.

 *“Diola lle.”* [Thank you] The elf replied, looking into Haldir’s 
stunning grey eyes.

“Sleep well, brother.” Rumil stated, following Orophin to the door. 
Orophin smiled and nodded, closing the door behind him.

“The hour is late.” Haldir said, turning back to meet the eyes of the 
elf. “Perhaps I should check your wound and then we retire as 
well?”

“If you like.” The elf replied with a smile.

 Haldir wished he would not smile like that. It was hard enough 
that he had to stay in the same room with him, let alone the fact 
that he was now going to have to sleep with him as well. Keeping 
his resolve might prove difficult if the elf were to keep doing things 
that enticed him so. Steeling himself, he stood and walked around 
the table to tend to the elf’s bandage. He removed it, cleaned the 
wound and applied a fresh one. He knew the elf would not need it 
for too much longer, as the wound was already starting to heal. 
The elf sat compliantly and watched him while he worked. When 
he was done, he retrieved a nightshirt from a drawer and handed it 
to him.

 “You may wear this. I have another.”

The elf took the garment. *“Diola lle.”* [Thank you]

Haldir turned his head when the elf pulled off his clothing and put it 
on. The elf watched him with curious amusement. He could sense 
that his caretaker was nervous.

“Do I frighten you, Marchwarden?”

 Haldir turned around sharply. “Frighten me? Why would you say 
that?”


“I know not, but you seem to be ill at ease with me.”

Haldir pulled off his clothes and donned his sleeping garment as 
well. “I realize that you do not know me Elf, but if you did, you 
would know that frightened is not a word to use in regards to me. 
Come now to bed. It has been a very long day.”

The elf smiled again. “Very well. I stand corrected.”

Haldir moved to the bed and got in. The elf slipped in beside him.

“I trust you will find it comfortable. If you should need anything, 
do not hesitate to wake me. Goodnight.” Haldir responded, 
turning so that his back was to the elf.

“Goodnight.” The elf responded softly at Haldir’s back, resisting 
the urge to reach out and touch him. Both elves lay there in silence 
for nearly a half hour before they finally drifted off to sleep.



THREE


Haldir was the first to awaken the next morning. He slipped 
silently out of bed and left the elf sleeping. Carefully, he dressed 
himself and left the talan. Several birds chirped happily as he made 
his way through the wood and down to the river. Once he arrived, 
he lay down his bow and pulled off his clothing to bathe.

 Haldir sighed heavily once the river engulfed him. It was warm 
and inviting, and the feel of it against his skin soothed his tired 
limbs. Standing and striding closer to a large stone, he sat upon it 
and opened a small flask he had carried in with him and poured 
some of its contents into his hands. He then rubbed the mixture 
over his torso, and through his hair. Once finished, he stepped into 
the water again and rinsed himself off, then immersed himself 
completely to wash the mixture from his hair as well. Now it was 
time to relax. He swam out a few feet and floated. How he wished 
he could lay there forever! It was sheer ecstasy! 

The rustle of a branch a few yards away snapped him out of his 
bliss. He opened his eyes and turned toward the sound, annoyed. 
“Who goes there? Leer not! Show yourself!” He snapped.

“I- I am sorry. Forgive me.” The elf said when he stepped into 
view. “I did not mean to intrude. I was just wondering where you 
were. I awakened alone.”

The elf’s face was so sorrowful that Haldir’s anger quickly faded. 
“That is all right. I just needed to bathe. I was beginning to smell 
like an Orc.”

The elf smiled. “Oh, but I disagree. I thought you smelled very 
nice, actually. Sort of like a mixture of sandalwood and lavender, 
which I found very appealing. It was a pleasure sleeping with you. 
What you say is probably more true of me.”

“Nay.” Haldir replied, calmly walking out of the water. “’Tis not 
true of you. But if you would like to bathe, I will give you your 
privacy.” He walked over to where his clothes lay. Aware that the 
elf was watching his every move, he summoned up the courage to 
fight the temptation that was threatening to overwhelm him, and 
dressed quickly.

The elf could not take his eyes off Haldir. He took in every flex of 
his muscles, every sway and fall of his hair, and any other 
movement the Guardian made while dressing. Haldir was the 
handsomest elf he had ever seen!  He was tall and lean, but broad 
in the chest and shoulders with long, strong well-shaped legs. His 
hair was the colour of Mithril and he possessed large expressive 
grey eyes that could either make one’s heart flutter or sear it to 
ashes with a gaze. He sensed that duality about him, but it enticed 
him all the more. He longed to be with him. It surprised him slightly 
never having been with a male before-at least not to his 
knowledge, but every fibre of his being wanted to reach out and 
touch him. He marvelled inwardly at the dimensions of his elfhood 
as well, for it rivalled his own. He had thought himself well 
endowed, but the Valar had truly blessed the Guardian. He 
wanted to tell him how he felt, but he was 
unsure of himself. He had no idea how the Guardian would react, 
and he might even reject him.

“Elf? Are you all right?” Haldir asked, concerned.

The elf’s eyes focused again. “Oh, yes! I am well.”

“Good. I will leave you to your bathing, then. You will be safe 
here. When you are done, go back to the talan. I will have fetched 
you some breakfast by then.” Haldir stated.

 *“Diola lle.”* [Thank you]

“It is nothing.” Haldir replied, and left.

The elf watched him go, cursing himself for not having the courage 
to speak up. Gods, how he wanted him! He wanted him so badly 
he felt as if he might explode, as was evident by the uncomfortable 
bulge in the nether region of his leggings. With a huge sigh, he 
disrobed and walked down to the river.

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


Haldir groaned as he walked away. Staying with this elf was 
proving to be harder than he thought. He had no idea how much 
longer he would be able to control himself with him around. It 
took every ounce of will in him not to take the elf by the river. He 
looked so beautiful as he stood there, and when he had emerged 
from the river, he could clearly see the want in the elf’s’ dazzling 
blue eyes. But how can he do it? How can he even think of carnal 
pleasures when this elf knew not his own name? To do so would 
not be only taking unfair advantage; it would also question his 
integrity. He was and could be a lot of things, he conceded. 
Arrogant and all the rest as others saw him, but he did possess a 
sense of morality. To be with this elf in his present state would be 
wrong, and he simply could not do it. He must unleash his desire 
elsewhere for now.

His stroll took him past Dinendal's talan, so he decided to stop in 
to see him. When the talan door opened, an elf named Calaglin 
peered out.

“Guardian! Is something amiss?” He asked, clearly nervous.

“Nay, sentinel. Ease your mind. I have come for Dinendal. Have I 
interrupted anything?”

Calaglin opened the talan door. “No, my Lord. I was waiting for 
him myself. He is out. I think he might be back soon. Please come 
in.”

Haldir followed the elf inside and took a chair, looking at him 
curiously. “How have you been faring Calaglin?”

“I cannot complain.” Calaglin replied, taking a chair across from 
Haldir. Haldir smiled, sensing there was something left unsaid. The 
elf’s body language bespoke to him both annoyance and despair. 
He decided to coax the elf into revelation.


“Would you if you could, sentinel?”

Calaglin looked at him for a while before speaking. “How would I 
know that I could, my Lord?”

Haldir smirked. “Because I am saying it is so. There is no need for 
formalities here either, Calaglin. Call me Haldir. If you have 
something to say to me, please do so now.”

Calaglin shifted nervously in his chair. “Perhaps I should not, my 
Lor-Haldir.”

Haldir smiled dangerously. “Nay. Perhaps you should, so that I 
may know the meaning of the look you gave me upon opening the 
door. If a problem exists between us sentinel, I should like to 
know why.”

Calaglin’s eyes widened. “Problem? I have no problem with you 
Haldir!”

“Be that as it may Calaglin, I will be the judge of that- and futile 
will be any attempt to try and placate me further. I wish for you 
now to speak. I have no time for folly.” Haldir responded, 
impatience evident in his tone.

“Very well.” Calaglin replied, lowering his head. He had not the 
courage to look Haldir in the eyes. “I am- concerned about 
Dinendal. He is my friend, and I care much for him.”

“Concerned? About what?”

“I am concerned about his relationship with you.”

Haldir frowned. “Why would you be concerned about that? Not 
that it is any of your concern, but I am curious.”

“He is my friend.” Calaglin repeated. “I do not wish to see him 
hurt.”

“And you think that I will hurt him?”

“I think you could, yes. Maybe not knowingly.”

“Explain yourself, Calaglin. My patience grows short.”

Calaglin raised his head so that his eyes could meet Haldir’s. “ I 
know it is not my place, and I know that Dinendal is not an elfling, 
but he is impetuous and I feel that in the long term it will only bring 
him pain where you are concerned. I am afraid that he could end 
up feeling things for you that you do not feel for him, and he will be 
lost.”

Haldir stood and looked down at him, annoyed. “How do you 
presume to know what I feel or do not feel?”


Calaglin met his eyes. “Forgive me my Lord, but if Dinendal held 
your heart, you would spend far more time in his company than 
just enough to quench the lust that you both share- even if it has 
been several years in the making.” Haldir held up his hand.

“Enough! You forget yourself!”

Calaglin lowered his head again. “Forgive me.”

“Perhaps you should speak to *Dinendal* and not I about your 
thoughts, sentinel. *Including* the feelings *you* have for him, 
which are as plain as the light of day. Then you will not feel the 
need to attack my motives, which contain no subterfuge; unlike 
your own.” Haldir snapped, rising and heading for the door. “Tell 
him looked after him.”

The talan door opened just as Haldir reached it and Dinendal 
stood smiling on the other side. Calaglin groaned inwardly when 
Dinendal threw his arms around Haldir’s neck and drew him into a 
tight embrace.

“Haldir! I am so happy to see you! Did you come for me?”

“ I did, yes. But I am going to leave now.” Haldir replied, shooting 
a vehement backward glance at Calaglin.

Dinendal released him, disappointment spreading fast over his fair 
features. “Why? I have just arrived. Do you not wish to be with 
me?”

“Perhaps another time. I have things I have to attend to anyway.” 
Haldir answered, stepping out the door. Dinendal looked 
questionably at Calaglin, and then followed him out.

“Haldir, please do not leave. What has happened to make you 
want to leave so abruptly? Tell me, please.”

Haldir stopped, sighed and turned to face him. “Perhaps we 
should have a talk, Dinendal. Perhaps it is long overdue.”

Dinendal blinked, surprised at the warden’s tone. “If you wish”

They walked together to the gardens. Haldir motioned to a nearby 
bench. Dinendal sat down, looking up at him with wide-eyed 
wonder.

“What kind of relationship do we share, Dinendal?” Haldir asked, 
sitting beside him.

Dinendal wrinkled his brow, puzzled. “We- we enjoy each other. 
Why? What is wrong?”

“Is that all?” Haldir prompted, looking him square in the eyes.


“We made a pact long ago that we would just enjoy each other’s 
company whenever we could until either of us found another that 
we could share our lives with. Is something wrong? Have you 
found someone?”

“Have your feelings about this changed at all?” Haldir asked. “For 
if they have, I need to know now Dinendal.”

“Nay! Why do you ask me these questions? What is amiss?”

“Your friend seems to think you are headed for nothing but trouble 
in your relationship with me.”

“Calaglin? He told you that?”

“ I admit I coaxed it from him, because for quite awhile now I 
have noticed his uneasiness in my presence, and I sought to know 
the source. But I was not prepared for what he revealed.”

Dinendal frowned. “Calaglin should stay out of matters that do not 
concern him. I am not an elfling, nor is he my lover.”

“Perhaps he wishes to be.” Haldir stated.

Dinendal opened his mouth in surprise. “I think not! We are 
friends. I have known him for centuries, and he has never 
expressed that desire to me.”

“I think you should look into it. Perhaps things have changed.”

“I doubt that. He is moody sometimes, that is all. Fret not, I will 
speak with him. You are not really leaving now are you?”

“I must. I have things to attend to, and your friend has dulled my 
desire at any rate. Another time, perhaps.”

Dinendal reached out to caress Haldir’s cheek. “I can aid you with 
your desire, Guardian.”

Haldir smiled, and grasped his hand. “To that I have no doubt, fair 
Dinendal. But, I am afraid I really have to get on now. The hour 
grows late and I still have to fetch sustenance for my guest.”

“Ah, the lost elf. How does he fare?”

Haldir stood. “He fares well as far as his wounds are concerned. 
His memory is but another thing. Hopefully soon we will know 
where he belongs.”

Dinendal walked with him. “Mayhap I feel a twinge of jealousy 
knowing it is he who shares your bed and not I.”

“It is not like that, Dinendal.” Haldir replied, frowning.

Dinendal chuckled. “I am joshing with you Haldir! You are always 
so serious! You really must come back and see me soon so that I 
can help loosen up your troubled mind.”

Haldir smiled. “You think you can do that eh?”

“I *know* I can do that.” Dinendal replied, turning to kiss Haldir 
full on the lips. The Guardian responded in kind, each of them 
opening their mouths for the other to explore. Dinendal pulled him 
into a tight embrace, squeezing his buttocks while sucking hard on 
his tongue. A low moan rumbled deep in Haldir’s throat, as he too 
tightened his hold on the lithe body in his arms. Suddenly, 
Dinendal broke off the kiss and released him. Haldir groaned with 
the loss of his warmth.

“I want you to remember that, so that your next visit is sooner 
opposed to later.”

Haldir purred, and raised an eyebrow. “You may count on that 
fair one, but be warned- I will make you pay for this misdeed.” 

“And pay I shall, warden. Now off with you!” Dinendal chuckled, 
walking away. “I too have things to attend to.”

Haldir shook his head and smiled as he watched him go, then took 
to his own path deep in thought. It was a shame that they were so 
different in their tastes for lovemaking, for otherwise he might find 
himself falling in love with him. But alas, he could never envision 
himself taking the passive role in that regard, whereas Dinendal 
tastes included being both passive and aggressive. He supposed 
the sentinel found others to satisfy that particular need, and this did 
not bother him. He was happy with the way things were. He 
smiled again as he made his way on to Caras Galadon.


FOUR


When Haldir returned to his talan he found the elf sitting at the 
base of the tree with Rumil. They both looked up as he 
approached and smiled. Haldir placed the tray he was carrying 
between them and sat alongside Rumil.

“I am sorry I took so long, Elf. I was detained.”

“No need to apologize. I appreciate everything you have done for 
me.” The elf replied, taking a piece of fruit from the tray.

“I see your wound has healed completely.” Haldir commented, 
noticing that the elf had removed his bandage. That is good.”

“I feel much better.”

“You look great.” Rumil added, winking at Haldir. “Does he not 
brother?”

Ignoring the question, Haldir fixed his gaze on the elf. “Has any of 
your memory returned as well?”

The elf shrugged. “I remember now that I was headed for 
Rivendell. I still do not know why, or who I was to see there. But 
I guess that is something, is it not?”

“It is something. With any luck you will remember more soon.” 
Haldir answered. He turned then to Rumil. “Where is Orophin?”

“Our Lady called upon him.”

Surprise crossed the Haldir’s features, and he stood abruptly. 
“Why did she not call upon me?”

“I know not brother, but I am sure he will be back soon.”

Haldir looked around. There was no sign of Orophin. “I suppose I 
will have to wait.” He sighed, taking his place upon the grass once 
again.

Not long thereafter, Orophin joined them. The expression on his 
face made his brothers leap to their feet. Confused, the elf stood 
as well, clearly nervous.

“What is it, Orophin? What is amiss?” Haldir asked.

Orophin looked at the elf, and back at Haldir. “Our Lady has 
been in contact with Lord Elrond of Imladris. We know now who 
he is, brother.” 

“Very well then. Who is he?”

“His name is Legolas. Legolas Thranduilion.” Orophin responded.

“By the Gods! The Prince of Mirkwood!” Rumil shrieked.

 The Elf looked from one brother to the other, puzzled. “My name 
is Legolas?”

“Yes, Elf. Your name is Legolas, and you are the only son and 
heir of the Mirkwood King. You are a Prince, Elf- and your 
father’s company has already been dispatched to come and fetch 
you.” Orophin answered. “You will soon be going back home to 
Mirkwood.”

“Home? I hope I will remember home.” Legolas sighed.

“I am sure that you will.” Haldir responded. “Mayhap all it will 
take is familiar surroundings to aid in the recovery of your 
memory.”

“Perhaps. I want to thank you Haldir for taking such good care of 
me. My Father will know of this.”

“Thank you Prince, but you need not trouble yourself. It is my 
station to guard our borders, and I certainly could not see you hurt 
while in or near Lorien.”

The Prince smiled. “I will tell him anyway, Haldir.” He winked at 
Rumil and Orophin.

Haldir shrugged. “Very well then. Orophin, why did our lady 
summon you instead of me?”

“She *did* summon you brother. You were not about, but the 
courier said that our lady told him that if you were not about, to 
fetch me and then Rumil if I were not about.” Orophin explained.

“I see.”

Orophin chuckled. *“Uuma dela,* [Do not worry] brother mine. 
You are still her favourite.” Legolas and Rumil smiled. Haldir 
raised an eyebrow as he regarded his middle brother.

*“Antolle ulua sulrim,* [Much wind pours from your mouth] 
Orophin” Haldir countered, which brought forth laughter from 
them all.

“And with that, I will take my leave.” Orophin replied, smiling. 
“Ru, are you coming?”

“I am ready.” Rumil replied. “Have a very safe trip home Legolas, 
should we not get to say farewell.”

“Many thanks Rumil, to both you and Orophin. I am very pleased 
to have met all of you.”

“The same can be said of us. *Namaarie”* [Farewell] Orophin 
answered. 

Orophin and Rumil strolled off into the wood. Legolas turned his 
eyes to Haldir, who was watching his brothers with thoughtful eyes 
as they disappeared from sight.

“You love them very much. I can see it in your eyes.” Legolas 
whispered.

“I do. Now; as your days are numbered here, is there anything 
you would like to do or see? Perhaps I could show you the 
magnificence of Lorien? Haldir asked.

Legolas smiled brightly. “I would like that very much.”

“Let us be off then. We have a lot of ground to cover.” Haldir 
said, walking away slowly.

Legolas picked up a handful of strawberries from the tray and 
quickly followed him.

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



Dinendal closed the talan door behind him and regarded his 
longtime friend, who sat quietly waiting for him to return.

“Calaglin, we have to talk.”

Calaglin held up his hand. “I know what you are going to say, and 
you are right. Your affairs with our Captain are none of my affair. I 
was wrong to involve myself. Forgive me.”

Dinendal sighed, and sat down beside him. “ Of course I forgive 
you. We have been friends for centuries, and I know you care for 
me- as I do you. But you need not worry about me in this matter. 
I know perfectly well what I am doing, and what I have gotten 
myself into. My eyes are wide open my friend, trust me when I tell 
you this.”

“If you say so, then I take your word.”

Dinendal smiled, and looked Calaglin in the eyes. “I am glad that is 
settled. Now; is there anything you would like to tell me?”

“I think I have said quite enough for one day. Would not you 
agree? I may well have earned our Captain’s wrath now for my 
loose tongue.”

Dinendal chuckled. “Worry not. Haldir is not like that.”

“He was quite annoyed with me, I assure you.” Calaglin replied, 
lowering his head. “If his eyes and tongue had been daggers, I 
would be resting in a bloody heap upon our talan floor.”




“Then I will speak with him.” Dinendal offered, putting a hand on 
Calaglin’s shoulder. “Relax. Everything will be all right, I promise 
you. Now, come. Let us take a stroll. It is a wondrous day.”

Calaglin smiled. Dinendal always could brighten up his spirits.

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



They lumbered on the bright green grass of an open clearing. 
Haldir rolled a single blade of grass between his fingers, and 
Legolas smiled as he took in the beauty of the wood around them.

 “Lothlorien is truly a glorious place, Haldir. Thank you for 
showing it to me. I enjoyed it immensely.” 

“I am glad you enjoyed it so. Hopefully one day soon you will 
return. Maybe we should return to the talan now, for you should 
rest. You will have a long journey to undertake soon.” Haldir 
replied.

“Shortly. There is something I would like to ask you, if I may.”

Haldir looked at him. “As you wish.”

Legolas smiled as he moved nearer to the Guardian. “Well, it is 
not so much a question as it is a gesture.”

“A gesture?” Haldir questioned. “What say you?”

Legolas kissed Haldir softly on the full lips that he fantasized about 
since he had first laid eyes on the handsome Marchwarden. He felt 
the Guardian stiffen for a moment in surprise, then relax in his 
embrace. Slowly he ran his tongue over the closed lips, begging 
entrance. Entrance was granted, and he explored the Guardian’s 
warm mouth with his tongue. His taste was sweet and intoxicating, 
and Legolas knew at that moment that he wanted this elf for his 
own.

Haldir’s mind raced in tandem to his pounding heart. He could not 
let this happen! There was no way he could ever claim this elf as 
his own, so there was no point in being lured by fantasy and 
desire! Nothing good could come of this! He abruptly broke off 
the kiss.

Legolas’ surprised eyes stared back at him. “Is something 
wrong?”

Haldir stood. “Prince, this is not a good idea. It is best we stop 
now before it goes any further.”

Legolas looked up at him. “What if I *want* it to go further?”



Haldir looked into his eyes, which clearly showed that desire. He 
steeled himself and again willed his own desire into submission.  
“You are not yourself Prince, and it would not be right. Come, we 
should be getting back now.”

“Could we stay a little longer?”

Haldir sighed. “Very well.”

 Legolas’ mind reeled. He would be leaving soon. He had to 
muster up the courage to tell the object of his desire how he felt. 
He was afraid of being rejected, but he felt compelled to try. He 
cleared his throat and turned to face him.

“Haldir, do you not find me desirable? Am I so hideous that you 
find it difficult to even kiss me?”

“I never said that, Prince.” Haldir disputed.

*“Saes!* [Please] Stop calling me Prince! You know my name 
same as I now do.”

Haldir raised an eyebrow. “But that is what you are, Legolas. You 
*are* a Prince, and you are destined for much more than worrying 
after a simple Captain of the guard. I am positive you can do 
better. When you are back in the company of your own kin-you 
most likely will.”

 “There is nothing simple about you Haldir, and I care not of your 
station- *nor* my own. 
*Aniron lle.* [I desire you]

             Haldir stared back at him in stunned silence. Legolas shifted 
uncomfortably, his face flushing a bright crimson. His voice shook 
as he spoke. “I have offended you by being so brazen. Forgive 
me.”

 “You have not offended me.” Haldir countered.

Legolas sighed. “Perhaps not, but I feel like a fool for throwing 
myself at you like some wayward elfling desperate for affection.”

“Worry not. I do not see you in that way, nor do I think of you as 
such.”

Legolas looked at him. “If that is so, then tell me why I do not 
have your favour?”

Haldir sighed. “Legolas, perhaps it is best to forget this subject. I 
am sure there are better things with which you can occupy your 
mind.”

Legolas frowned. “I do not wish to forget it. I wish to *know.* I 
have forgotten enough already. Will you not answer me?”


  Haldir sighed again. Eluding this elf was not an easy task. “As 
you wish.”

 “I am listening, Haldir.”

“There are many reasons that we cannot-”

“Name them.” Legolas cut in.

Haldir took a deep breath. “There are simply too many things 
against us. You are a Prince and I am a Warden. I do not think 
your father, the King- would take too kindly to you involving 
yourself with someone of my station.  You are far younger than I, 
and you have many years ahead of you to become involved and 
find out through trial and tribulation what it is that you want and 
seek in a mate. You live in Mirkwood, I live here in Lothlorien. 
Not to mention that there is a very good chance that when your 
memories return, you may well forget me. Is that not enough?”

Legolas’ eyes grew large. “You say these things like they are 
insurmountable! Hear me, Haldir. I care not of your station. I care 
not of your age. I care not of the distance between us, for if it is 
meant for us to be- we *will* be, regardless of space or time. I 
doubt that my memories will let me forget you, and as far as my 
father- I am sure he loves his son and would want to see him 
happy. Is there anything else?”

“You are quite the stubborn one, fair Prince. Has anyone told you 
that?”

Legolas smiled. “Not lately, but I have a feeling it is so. Do you 
really find me fair?”

Haldir chuckled. “Yes, Legolas. I find you fair. As if you did not 
know.”

“’Tis hard to tell with you, Marchwarden.” Legolas replied, with a 
wink. “Your eyes tell one story, and your lips tell another.”

Haldir raised an eyebrow. “You speak harsh words with a smooth 
tongue Princeling. You are fortunate to be a welcome guest, for 
my own tongue is legendary.”

Legolas burst out in laughter. His shining blue eyes twinkling like 
crystal. “Is that so warden?”

Haldir smirked and shook his head. “It is so. Ask of anyone.”

“Perhaps I shall.”

“Are we finished with our discussion?” Haldir inquired.

“I have but one more query.”

“And that would be?” Haldir prompted.

Legolas’ eyes grew serious. “Are you involved with someone? In 
my haste I forgot to inquire.”

Haldir regarded him thoughtfully. “Of sorts.”

“Of sorts? How is that? Either you are or you are not.”

“It is complicated, fair one.”

“Does this one have your heart?”

“My heart has many chambers Prince.”

“Are you bound then?” Legolas asked.

“Nay. ‘Tis not like that.”

Legolas smiled. “That is a good thing.”

Haldir blinked. “Is it?”

“Aye. The way I see it, I have less than a week left to make you 
mine.” Legolas stated matter of factly.

“You are a shameless elf, Prince. You should take care, for you 
might run into trouble.” 

Legolas’ pink lips spread into a devilish smile. “Are *you* trouble, 
my fair Marchwarden?”

Haldir smirked. “I can be, given the right circumstances. Take 
heed in that knowledge, *pen- tithen.* [little one] Mayhap it will 
help you to reconsider your current quest.”

“Tis taken under consideration, but I doubt it will sway my mind. I 
am taking a liking to that which is challenging, and somehow I feel 
that it is part of who I am. Otherwise I would not feel it so 
strongly.”

Haldir laughed. “I think you may well be right, Princeling.”

Both elves turned at the sound of footsteps approaching. It was 
not long before the source of the sounds appeared. Dinendal and 
Calaglin’s stroll had led them to where they sat in the open 
clearing. Calaglin reluctantly followed as Dinendal smiled and 
headed for them. 

*“Mae Govannen,*[Well met] Marchwarden. I see you are out 
enjoying this marvellous day.”

Haldir smiled. “As are you, fair sentinel.”



Legolas watched the newcomers with interest. One seemed open 
and warm; the other appeared nervous and fretful. He wondered 
why.

“May we join you?” Dinendal asked.

“Of course.” Haldir replied. Dinendal and Calaglin sat down on 
the grass beside them. “Let me introduce you to my guest. This is 
Legolas. Legolas Thranduilion.” 

Both elves immediately moved to rise again, but Legolas stopped 
them.

“Please, stay seated. There is no need to be formal with me. Just 
call me Legolas. I am pleased to meet you both.”

Dinendal and Calaglin nodded with respect. “We are happy to 
meet your acquaintance as well” Calaglin responded, glancing 
quickly at Haldir- who was watching him with a steely gaze.

Dinendal smiled brightly. “ I am glad to see that you are up and 
about, Legolas. You look well. Are you feeling much better?”

“I am, *diola lle.* [thank you] Tell me, are you both of the 
Galadhrim?”

“We are, and this majestic elf here before us all is our Captain.” 
Dinendal chuckled, winking at Haldir.

Legolas smiled. “Is he a good Captain?”

“The best.” Dinendal responded. Calaglin nodded.

“Do you really think so Calaglin?” Haldir smirked.

Calaglin’s eyes widened.” But of course my Lord.”

“Of *course* he thinks so, my liege.” Dinendal cut in. “We all do, 
because we know how *fair* you can be.” Dinendal chimed in 
with a wink, sending a subtle hint to Haldir.

Haldir looked from him to Calaglin and smiled, getting the 
message. “That would be so.”

Legolas watched the exchange between them with interest. There 
was obviously something amiss between them that had seemingly 
just been resolved. He wondered what it was. “Is everything 
alright?” He asked.

“Everything is fine.” Haldir replied, glancing at Calaglin briefly. He 
returned his gaze to Legolas who was watching them through 
narrowed eyes. “I think it is time we got back, for you really need 
to rest.”


“Perhaps you are right. I do feel somewhat weary.” Legolas 
answered.

“Then you should surely rest.” Dinendal responded, standing. 
“Come, Calaglin. Let us be on our way.”

Calaglin stood. “ It was nice to meet you, Prince Legolas.”

Legolas and Haldir stood as well. “It was nice to meet both of 
you.” Legolas replied.

Dinendal nodded at Legolas and winked at Haldir again before 
striding away from them with Calaglin. Haldir started to walk 
away slowly until Legolas caught up with him, then he quickened 
his pace. When they reached Haldir’s talan and were safely inside, 
Legolas turned to him.

“Tell me Haldir, is Dinendal your…of sorts?”

“Pardon me?”

 “You told me you had a relationship with someone…of sorts. Is 
Dinendal the one?”

Haldir turned sharply to look at him. “What makes you think 
that?”

Legolas smiled. “I know not. I think it is naught but a feeling, but 
will you answer me?”

Haldir sighed, too tired to be evasive. “Yes, Legolas.”

“I see.” Legolas responded, his eyes downcast. “Well, he seems a 
likeable elf.”

“He is. It is time now to retire. Is that agreeable with you?” Haldir 
queried.

“It is agreeable.”

“Good.” Haldir replied, handing him a nightshirt. Both elves 
dressed for bed and slipped under the sheets, neither of them 
uttering another word.



FIVE


A week later, Legolas was sitting in the dining hall with Haldir and 
the Lord and Lady of Lorien when the Mirkwood party arrived. A 
messenger came in to inform them of their arrival, and was told by 
Celeborn to lead them in to join them. The messenger nodded and 
left the room.

Legolas sighed. “I will be leaving all of you shortly. I wish to thank 
you for your hospitality. It has been very much appreciated.”

Galadriel smiled, and touched his cheek. “We are glad to have 
been able to help our kin, and we hope you come back to visit 
one day soon. You are always welcome within our city.”

*“Diola lle.* [Thank you] I wonder who my father sent to fetch 
me? I wonder if I will recognize them?”

“Relax, *pen-neth.”* [young one] Galadriel cooed. “ Everything 
will come back to you in time. You need not feel you have to rush 
things.”

“I hope so.” Legolas replied.

The doors opened again, and the messenger appeared. He sent 
through two elves, and closed the doors behind them.

“Saelbeth! Come forth.” Celeborn said. “Come and join us. You 
both must be tired from your journey.”

The elves moved towards the large table, all smiles and both pairs 
of eyes resting on Legolas. Legolas watched them curiously, as 
they did seem familiar to him. The elves sat beside him. Saelbeth 
turned his eyes upon Celeborn and Galadriel, bowing his head.

“We wish to thank you for your hospitality, Lord and Lady of 
Lorien. *Mae govannen,* [Well met] Haldir.”

*“Mae Govannen,* [Well met] Saelbeth.” Haldir replied.

“You are most welcome.” Galadriel added. “It is so very nice to 
see you again.”

 “And you as well, fair lady. This is Silinde.” Saelbeth replied, 
gesturing to the elf by his side.

Galadriel smiled. “Pleased to meet you, Silinde. You too have our 
welcome.”

*“Diola lle,* [Thank you]  My Lord and Lady.” Silinde answered, 
bowing his head.

Legolas smiled. “I think I remember both of you.”

Both elves smiled in return. “Really?” Silinde asked.

“I think so! This is a great feeling, and quite a relief I must say.” 
Legolas answered.

The Mirkwood elves laughed and engaged themselves in merry 
conversation, each of them giving Legolas news of their realm and 
beyond. Legolas took in all the information with great interest.

Celeborn glanced at Haldir who was observing the reunion quietly, 
and then back at Galadriel, who nodded. Earlier, Galadriel had 
told her husband that she saw Legolas being the one who would 
capture Haldir’s heart. Celeborn was both happy and sad at the 
news. Happy because he wished his Captain- whom was like a 
son to him well and wanted him to have love in his life again, but 
sad because he was sure that loving the Mirkwood Prince would 
indeed provide many complications for him. Relations between 
Mirkwood, Lorien and even Imladris had been strained at one 
time because of King Thranduil’s rigid ways and had only very 
recently improved. He prayed silently to the Valar that it would 
continue to last.

“Perhaps we should get on soon. It is best to set out in daylight.” 
Saelbeth stated.

Galadriel frowned. “But you have just arrived. Surely you would 
need at least a days rest before setting out again. It is a long 
journey.”

 “It is indeed; but we would not like to impose. We will be fine.” 
Saelbeth answered.

Haldir stood abruptly. “It is no imposition. You should rest well 
before setting out again. Feel free to use my talan. It is large 
enough to accommodate the three of you, and I shall not be there 
this night.” He turned and bowed to Celeborn. “I will take leave 
now, my Lord. It is time I checked on my guards and prepared 
for my own watch.”

“Very well.” Celeborn replied. 

Legolas looked up at Haldir. “May I have a word Guardian?” 
Haldir nodded.

“Excuse me.” Legolas said, rising from the table. He moved to 
Haldir and led him towards the door.

“Will you be back by morning?” Legolas asked.

“Nay. I will not return for at least three days. You are welcome to 
use my talan as long as you like. Is there a problem?”

“Aye, there is. I have not yet had the chance to make you mine.” 
Legolas replied, looking into his eyes.



Haldir looked down at him and smiled. “I thought we agreed that 
you would forget about that, Princeling.”

“Nay. *You* agreed. I did not. I cannot change things now, but 
hear me Haldir; I *will* come back and claim you.”

Haldir chuckled. “You are rich, Princeling. Have a safe journey.”

Legolas watched him leave, and then turned and went back to the 
others. 

Celeborn stood, taking Galadriel’s hand. “Legolas, we will be 
leaving now, as there are things that we should attend to. We will 
have more food sent out for your guests. Feel free to relax here 
and get re-acquainted. You know the way to Haldir’s talan when 
you are done?”

“Yes, my Lord. *Diola lle.”* [Thank you]  Legolas replied, 
standing with the other elves and bowing.

“Very well. Have a nice visit.” Celeborn replied. Galadriel smiled 
and nodded, and left with her husband.

“You look well, Legolas.  We are so very happy about that.” 
Saelbeth said.

Legolas smiled. “I feel wonderful!  They have taken very good 
care of me here. Especially the Galadhrim.”

Silinde frowned. “The Galadhrim? Is that so? I have always heard 
that they were rather cold- hearted.”

“You heard wrong.” Legolas answered quickly. “The Galadhrim 
were more than cordial with me, and they were so even *before* 
they knew who I was.”

“Thank the Valar for that. We were so worried. Your father was 
beside himself.” Silinde replied.

“How is my father?” Legolas asked.

“He is well, Prince. Happier now that his son is returning home 
unscathed.” Saelbeth responded.

“I am anxious to see him. I hope I remember him as I do you.”

Saelbeth smiled. “If you remember us, you will remember him. 
Besides, your father is a hard elf to forget.”

“How so?” Legolas queried.



“He is a very…authoritative figure. A commanding presence, if 
you will. One definitely not easy to forget.” Silinde answered.

Legolas frowned. “I am almost afraid.”

Saelbeth chuckled. “Oh Prince! No need for that! You would 
never have reason to fear your father. He loves you dearly. You 
are closer to his heart than all in Mirkwood. Make no mistake.”

Legolas exhaled. “That makes me feel better. Tell me, do I have a 
lover back home?”

“Not that we know of Prince, but then again you have always 
been a little secretive in those matters.” Silinde replied with a 
smile.

Legolas watched them wistfully. “ I hope not.”

“Why would you say that, my Prince?” Saelbeth questioned.

Legolas looked at them. “Because I think I am in love with one of 
Lorien’s border guards.”

Both elves eyes widened. “Really? Which one? And love? Are 
you sure?” Silinde inquired.

Legolas laughed. “So many questions, Silinde! All right, for your 
answers- yes… the Marchwarden, and I am not sure if it is love, 
but I know that what I feel for him is very, very strong.”

Saelbeth and Silinde looked at each other, and back at Legolas. 
Legolas frowned.

“What is wrong?”

“Nothing, Prince.” Saelbeth answered, as food was suddenly 
placed in front of them. Silinde chose a large piece of Lembas, 
and started to eat.

“Saelbeth, please tell me what you are thinking.” Legolas pleaded.

“It is nothing really, Prince. I am just… a little worried for you.” 
Saelbeth answered.

“Worried? Why? Tell me, please!”

Saelbeth selected a piece of fruit and took a bite, choosing his 
words carefully. “Prince, it is just that- well apart from the fact that 
he is male, although I really do not think that would be a big 
problem with your father, Haldir is… well, rather… worldly. He 
may not be the best choice you can make as far as your heart is 
concerned.”

Legolas burst into laughter. “Are you saying he is a tart?”


Silinde laughed. “That is a good choice of words.”

“Perhaps, Silinde.” Saelbeth replied, solemnly. “Legolas, it is fact 
that Haldir’s lovers are legion, and never taken seriously. I have 
no doubt that he has several even now. I would guard my heart if I 
were you.”

Legolas studied Saelbeth’s eyes. Had he not been watching, he 
would have missed the pain that flashed in them and then faded.

“Were you with him, Saelbeth?” Legolas asked, quietly.

Saelbeth was silent. Silinde put an arm around the elf’s shoulder. 
“It is alright, *lirimaer.* [Lovely one] Tell him.”

Saelbeth looked into Legolas’ eyes. “I was with him. A very long 
time ago.”

“Did he hurt you Saelbeth?”

“Yes, but only because I wanted more than he could give, which 
was his heart. It seems he can give that to no one.”

Legolas was silent. He wanted to ask Saelbeth many more 
questions, but he could sense that it was a tough subject for him. 
He decided to leave it alone and broach the subject with Silinde at 
a later date. He did not seem to mind discussing Haldir as much as 
Saelbeth.

Silinde smiled. “Why do we not discuss more pleasant things?”

Legolas grinned. “We can start with you two! Have I missed 
something, or are you in love?”

Saelbeth looked into Silinde’s eyes and smiled. “We are.”

“Oh! I am so happy for you! Congratulations!” Legolas 
exclaimed.

Silinde chuckled. *“Diola lle.”* [Thank you] 

“Did it take a long time for you to win his heart?” Legolas asked.

Silinde looked at his lover, who smiled. “Longer than I would have 
ever imagined, but he was well worth the wait.”

Legolas winked. “’Tis a good thing to have faith *mellon,* [friend] 
a very good thing indeed. We should get some rest now. Haldir’s 
quarters are quite accommodating, and it is not that far. I must 
warn you however, that I am a light sleeper. So make sure you 
both actually *get* that rest, all right? Shall we go?” Silinde and 
Saelbeth roared with laughter.


 

“Come, we must get up now. Hurry.” Haldir urged the guest in his 
bed, while pulling away from his embrace and rising.

“Must we? I could lie here forever.” Tinion replied, sleepily.

“As could I, but we may have company here soon and we need to 
be on our way at any rate.”

Tinion groaned. “ I know, I know.”

Haldir chuckled as he pulled the sheets away from him. “We really 
must go, Tinion.”

Tinion rose and swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood. 
“You are such a spoilsport. Do you know that Haldir?”

Haldir pulled the sheets off of the bed and replaced them with 
clean ones. “You did not think so awhile ago, *lirimaer.”* [lovely 
one]

Tinion pulled on his clothes. “Next time, we go to my talan. It 
seems you are far too popular to get complete privacy.”

Haldir laughed as he dressed. “I would not say that, *mellon.* 
[friend] It is just the circumstance for this day.”

Tinion strapped on his quiver and bow. “Be that as it may, we will 
still use my talan. Any of your minions could walk in at any 
moment here.”

Haldir laughed again as he readied his pack.  *“Minions?* You 
are very amusing today, Tinion.”

Tinion walked over to him, and cupped Haldir’s face in his hands. 
He kissed him softly on the lips and smiled. “I am no fool, 
*melamin.* [my love] I am well aware that I am not the only elf 
who shares your bed. Your prowess is renowned, and it would be 
foolish of me to presume that I am the only one who enjoys it.”

Haldir smirked. “You flatter me far too much, *lirimaer.”* [lovely 
one]. Shall we go?”

Tinion smiled and held his hand out towards the door. “I speak 
naught but the truth. After you.”

Haldir walked past him to the door and opened it. The surprised 
faces of Legolas, Saelbeth and Silinde stood on the other side.

“I-I am sorry.” Legolas stammered. “ I thought you had left.”

“Not to worry, Princeling. We are just leaving.” Haldir replied. 

Tinion stepped into view, his large iridescent blue eyes looking the 
guests over. Legolas gasped at his beauty and took a step back.

“I am glad to hear of your recovery, Prince Legolas. Thank the 
Valar all is well with you.” Tinion greeted.

“Ah, yes. *Diola lle.”* [Thank you] Legolas replied quietly. Tinion 
turned to Saelbeth, whose eyes were lowered.

“Nice to see you again, Saelbeth. How have you been faring?”

Saelbeth met his sparkling eyes. “I fare well, Tinion.”

“Glad to hear it. I know not of the other member of your party.” 
Tinion added, gazing at Silinde.

Silinde stepped forward. “I am Silinde. Pleased to meet your 
acquaintance.”

“As am I.” Tinion replied. “Do not mind us, as we are just leaving. 
Enjoy your stay here in Lorien.”

“Thank you.”  Silinde replied. 

Tinion walked past them through the door. Haldir and Legolas 
exchanged a long glance before Haldir followed. Silinde walked 
inside with Saelbeth, while Legolas stood watching the retreating 
pair from the entryway until he could no longer see them. Legolas 
sighed and closed the talan door behind him.

Silinde pulled his lover close. “Are you alright my love?”

“I am fine.” Saelbeth responded, hugging him.

Legolas watched them. “Have you and Tinion had trouble, 
Saelbeth?”

Saelbeth frowned. “No, it was I who had the trouble. Tinion was 
and still remains the radiant and untroubled elf you saw before 
you.” He said bitterly.

Another thing to ask Silinde about, Legolas thought. Then he 
smiled. “Perhaps we should get some rest now.”

“Excellent idea.” Silinde replied, nodding to Legolas. 

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


Galadriel snuggled in closer to her husband. “Tinion has 
returned,*melamin.* [my love] So, it begins.”

Celeborn pulled her close and sighed. “Haldir knows not how 
brightly his light shines upon others. So bright it often burns 
without his awareness. He is steadfast, and that is good for him- 
but he knows not how many are left smouldering in his wake. It is 
good he is due for watch. Saelbeth and Tinion in the same space 
could be precarious indeed.”

Galadriel sighed. “Poor Saelbeth. His resolve is not as strong as 
Tinion’s. Neither is Dinendal’s I fear. Thank the Valar Saelbeth 
has Silinde. I sensed a closeness between them, but what of 
Dinendal? I worry for him. He too has a kind heart, although he is 
a bit reckless at times. He has handled his liaison with Haldir very 
well, but lately I sense his heart is changing. This would not be a 
good thing.”

“Nay, it would not.” Celeborn sighed. “You know, Haldir himself 
may have given me insight into Dinendal’s possible future. I was 
speaking with him the other day, and Calaglin had come about. I 
noticed an awkwardness in his gaze when he looked upon Haldir 
even though Haldir regarded him rather stoically. After he left, I 
asked Haldir about it. He told me they had words over Dinendal. 
It would seem that Calaglin has long had feelings for Dinendal, but 
has yet to speak on them.”

“Ah! A hope that puts my fears to rest.”

Celeborn squeezed his wife’s shoulders gently. “But what of 
Legolas? Tinion, and perhaps Elladan are the only elves I have 
known who could withstand Haldir’s light with a sound mind and 
heart. Do you think Legolas can? He is so young, and by Elbereth, 
all we would need is to incur Thranduil’s wrath upon the breaking 
of his only son’s heart. Our realms are finally at peace again.”

Galadriel smiled, and kissed her husband softly on the lips. 
“Legolas has a light of his own, *melamin.* [my love] It is strong 
and unwavering, and may very well subdue that of our fair 
Marchwarden’s. We have only but to wait and see how it plays 
out.”

Celeborn chuckled. “Subdue Haldir? Elbereth! *That* will be 
something to see! The elf has more light than even I possess, and I 
am Lord of this realm!

Galadriel smiled, and pulled him close. “No light shines brighter 
than yours my husband, but perhaps you should remind me.” She 
replied, with a sparkle in her eyes.


SIX


“Legolas! *Nin  ion!”* [My son] Thranduil cried aloud, as he 
embraced the young elf. Saelbeth and Silinde smiled as they 
witnessed the reunion between father and son.

*“Ada”* [Father] Legolas replied, hugging him back warmly. 
Thranduil pulled away to look at him. *“Sut naa lle umien?”* 
[How are you doing?]

Legolas smiled. “I am well, *Ada.”* [Father]

Thranduil sighed with relief, and then frowned. “You are lucky I 
am so relieved to have you back unharmed that I will spare you 
the throttling you deserve going off by yourself like that. What 
were you thinking, child?”

“I am not a child, *Ada”* [Father] Legolas pouted. 

Thranduil smiled. “I will let it be. Tell me, you *do* recognize 
me… do you not?”

“I do.”

“Thank the Valar! Do you remember what happened?”

“Nay, I do not.”

Thranduil waved his hand, and then placed an arm around his 
son’s shoulders. “That unpleasantness is best forgotten anyway. 
Best not to dwell upon it. You must be hungry. Come; let us go to 
the dining hall. The help has prepared a feast in anticipation of 
your return. We can sit together and talk like we always do.”

Legolas smiled, looking around. “As you wish, *Ada.”* Father]

“Do you remember the palace,* ion?”* [son]

“It seems familiar.”

“It will all come back. You will be one hundred percent in no 
time.” Saelbeth interjected with a smile.

“Saelbeth, Silinde. Join us. Partake of the feast.” Thranduil 
offered.

“My Lord, I respectfully decline. I am exhausted. I will go to my 
rooms now. Perhaps Silinde will join you.” Saelbeth responded.

“As you wish, Saelbeth. Rest well. Silinde? Will you join us?” 
Thranduil inquired. Silinde looked at Saelbeth, who managed a 
weary smile.

“It is alright, *melamin.* [my love] Enjoy yourself. I will see you 
later.”

“You are certain?”

Saelbeth smiled again. “I am certain. Go now. Do not keep our 
King and Prince waiting.”

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


Haldir returned to his talan late in the evening on the third day. He 
was surprised to see his rooms cleaned to perfection, showing no 
signs that there had ever been guests there. The Mirkwood elves 
were a tidy bunch, he thought with a smile. They had cleaned his 
rooms far better than he ever did.

He placed his bow and quiver on the chest near the far wall, along 
with his sword. It felt good to be home again. He stretched his 
aching muscles, thinking he could use a nice long bath. He loved 
bathing. Water had always calmed him, and seemed to wash all 
his cares and troubles away.
He was just about to pull off his tunic and leggings when there was 
a soft knock at his door.

“Enter.” Haldir sighed. He really was not in the mood for 
company.

“’Tis only I brother.” Rumil said cheerfully, stepping into the room.

Haldir smiled. Even through his weariness, he could always make 
time for his youngest brother. “Ru, I am surprised you are still 
awake. Where is Orophin?”

Oro is sleeping already. He is such a spoilsport. I wanted to wait 
for you.”

“And why is that? Is there something amiss?” Haldir asked, a look 
of concern washing over his fair features.

“Nay. I just wanted to wait for you. I miss you when you are 
away.” Rumil pouted.

 Haldir chuckled, and grabbed him into a tight embrace. “I miss 
you too, *pen-tithen.”* [little one]

Rumil looked up at him. “I want to be on watches with you again. 
Why do we have to be separated? It was never like that before. 
All of us used to be together.”

Haldir frowned. “You know why, Ru. Unfortunately, it has to be 
that way for now. Things will change soon.”

“I hope so. Who was on watch with you this time?” Rumil 
queried.

Haldir smirked. “Do you wish to know of everyone, or just those 
you might gossip about?”


Rumil laughed. “You know me well, brother. I saw Tinion. Was 
Dinendal there also?”

“Aye.” Haldir responded, raising an eyebrow. “And what of it?”

“You tell me.”

Haldir laughed. “Tell you what? There is nothing to tell. We 
watched the borders. End of story.”

“Truly? How utterly boring! I surely thought that this would be an 
eventful watch. You disappoint me, brother. You must be 
mellowing in your old age.”

Haldir shoved him away gently. “I am not *that* old. Rest assured 
I can give you a run any day.”

Rumil burst into fits of laughter. “The brother I know would have 
had a grand time with two of his lovers within easy reach. 
Something else must have been on your mind.”

“There was. Watching the borders, as well it should have been.” 

“I was thinking more of the Prince of Mirkwood. I saw how you 
admired him. You cannot tell me that you were not thinking of him. 
He likes you brother. He likes you a lot.”

“Where do you get these things, Ru? You are a hopeless 
romantic. You should put your mind to better use. Enough now. I 
wish for a very long bath before retiring. I cannot have you talk me 
to tears all night about things that are pure folly.”

“There is no folly in love brother, and you are well past your due.”

Haldir pulled off his clothing and grabbed up a robe. “What I am 
due, my dear inquisitive sibling- is a simple relaxing bath and a 
good night’s rest.”

Rumil smiled wickedly. “As you wish. I will leave you to your 
bathing, but consider what I have said. Oh! Another thing, I heard 
Saelbeth had run into Tinion as well. What happened with that?”

“Enough, you little trouble stirring demon seed! There will be no 
more of that. Off with you!” Haldir exclaimed, shoving a laughing 
Rumil out of the door.

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


Thranduil kissed his son on the forehead and excused himself, 
leaving Legolas and Silinde alone. Silinde rubbed his belly, smiling 
thoughtfully.

“I never thought I would eat so much! What a glutton I have 
become!” Silinde chuckled.

Legolas smiled. “I will never tell.”


“Thank you. I would not want that fact spread all over Arda. 
Well, Prince- maybe I should turn in myself. It has been a rather 
long day.”

“Silinde? Would you mind staying a little longer? I wish to ask you 
something.”

“What is on your mind?”

A pensive look took over Legolas’ soft features. “What happened 
between Haldir and Saelbeth?”

Silinde smiled. “Somehow I knew you would ask me that.”

“I do not mean to pry, I would just like to know more about 
Haldir.”

“You are quite taken with him, I see.”

“I am.”

Silinde sighed heavily. “Well, I am not an expert on Haldir, but I 
will tell you what I know. Or what I have heard at any rate.”

“Thank you, Silinde.”

“In a nutshell what happened between Haldir and Saelbeth was 
that Haldir would not open his heart. He shared his body with him, 
but that was all. He was honest about where he stood and he told 
Saelbeth so, but Saelbeth being the kind and loving elf that he is, 
thought that eventually the situation would change. It never did, 
and Saelbeth was terribly hurt.”

“I could see that in his eyes.”

“Yes, it still hurts him somewhat when he lays eyes upon Haldir.”

“Does that bother you?” Legolas questioned.

Silinde chuckled. “Not at all. I know where Saelbeth’s heart lies 
now. I am not jealous of a painful memory. I am here for him now 
as I was there for him then.”

“You are both so lucky.”

“We are.” Silinde replied.

Legolas fingered the rim of his empty goblet. “Tell me, Silinde. 
Have you any ideas why Haldir did not give his heart to Saelbeth? 
Saelbeth is a wonderful elf. Anyone should be *grateful* to have 
him.”



“I agree wholeheartedly. The only thing that makes any sense at all 
is what I have heard over time. It seems that long ago, way before 
his tryst with Saelbeth, Haldir had a lover he was totally devoted 
to. His devotion was so deep that they were to be bound. But 
before that could happen Siddhir was killed in battle. It is said that 
Haldir has not been quite the same since. It is almost as if he does 
not wish to feel love like that ever again, and I assume it is due to 
fear of possibly losing it again. So, he seeks his solace in flesh- 
soothing his passions and keeping his heart closed.”

Legolas sighed. “That is a pity.”

“It is. Haldir is quite a becoming elf.”

Legolas stared at him, surprised. “Silinde? You find him becoming 
as well?”

Silinde laughed heartily. “Of course he is! I am not blind, fair 
Prince.”

“But what of Saelbeth?”

Silinde smiled. “Saelbeth would agree with me. Haldir is pleasing 
to the eye. There are many others who think so as well. That is 
fact, but it does not mean he would want him in a relationship 
again. It would just be stating the obvious. As I have done.”

“I take it Tinion was one of the elves Saelbeth had to share Haldir 
with.”

Silinde nodded.

Legolas sighed deeply. “Do you think I have a chance in 
Mordor’s flames to win his heart?”

Silinde shrugged. “ I know not, my Prince. From the little I have 
seen and heard, Haldir is not an easy sort to read, nor sway.”

Legolas sighed. “Nay, he is not. Did you know Siddhir at all?”

“I am afraid not. I never met him. I was not in Lothlorien so much 
back in those days. I have heard tales about him though. He was 
extremely attractive, courageous and kind it is said. I would think 
Haldir’s brothers would know more about him. Saelbeth said he 
helped Haldir raise them up from elflings along with Lord 
Celeborn and Lady Galadriel.”

“Maybe I will ask Rumil. He seems friendly. I am not so sure 
about Orophin. He was pleasant enough, but there were times 
when he seemed a bit sullen. Rumil seemed cheerful most of the 
time.”

Silinde chuckled. “I know of what you speak. From what I have 
heard about Rumil, he sounds very much like Elladan of Imladris; 
cheerful and easy to get along with, but also very devilish, 
inquisitive and always getting into trouble. Orophin, on the other 
hand is said to be more 

reserved like Elrohir- but he has a touch of Haldir in him… the 
sullen side you witnessed. I do not think he possesses Haldir’s 
arrogance though, so he may very well speak with you.”

“Arrogant? You think Haldir arrogant?”

Silinde shrugged. “Not I personally, as I have never had any direct 
conflict with him. But I have heard that he can be quite offensive in 
more ways than one when slighted. I for one would not want him 
as an enemy.”

Legolas sighed. “He was nothing but kind to me. He was even 
kind when I threw myself at him.”

Silinde’s mouth dropped open. “You *threw* yourself at him?”

“I did.”

“What did he do?” 

Legolas sighed again. “He politely but firmly told me all of the 
reasons why we could not be together. But he never mentioned 
Siddhir.”

“Maybe it is for the best, Prince. I may not know much, but one 
thing is clear to me. Haldir is not an elf to be trifled with. I can 
sense that just looking at him.”

“I feel strongly for him, Silinde. I think I may love him.”

Silinde’s eyes grew wide. “Love him? You do not even know him 
Prince.”

“I *wish* to know him. Silinde, the feelings I have for him are so 
*strong!* Stronger than anything I have ever felt for anyone. 
There must be a reason for it.”

“Haldir seems to have that effect on many.” Silinde replied, his 
eyes downcast. “I know I cannot stop you, because you are very 
wilful- but please be careful. I am very fond of you Legolas. I 
would not like to see you hurt like my dear Saelbeth. You deserve 
far more than that.”

Legolas smiled. “I will. *Diola lle,* [Thank you] Silinde. I 
appreciate all of your help.”

Silinde stood slowly and looked down at him. “You are very 
welcome- for what it was worth. It is time I retire. Will you be 
going up as well?”

“Nay. I will sit here awhile longer.”

 “Rest well, Legolas. I shall see you in the morning.” Silinde 
replied, turning to walk slowly out of the dining hall, leaving 
Legolas alone with his thoughts.


SEVEN


Six months went by without incident until one bright sunny morning 
Legolas awoke from a restless sleep with a scream that sent his 
father running to his bedside. Thranduil roughly pushed open the 
bedroom door to find his son sitting up in bed, breathing heavily.

“Legolas! What is it? What is the matter?” Thranduil asked, as he 
ran to embrace him. Legolas was drenched in sweat and his 
shoulders shuddered violently as he pulled him close.

“I – I thought had a dream. But, it was not a dream- it was a 
memory! I remember what happened to me father!” 

Thranduil caressed his son’s hair and held him close. “I was 
hoping that day would never come my son. Try to relax now. It is 
all right. You are here with me now, and you are safe.”

Legolas looked into his father’s eyes. “Father, it was horrible! 
They tried… they tried to…”

“Thranduil wiped the sweat from his brow and pulled him close 
again. “ I know, *ion.* [son] You do not have to speak of it. I just 
thank the Valar that it did not happen.”

“Why would they do it father?” Legolas asked, his eyes sorrowful. 
“Men have been our friends. We have lived amongst them for 
centuries.”

Thranduil sighed heavily. “Who is to know *pen-neth?* [young 
one] Within every being there is a dark place, I suppose. Or it 
could be drink that motivated them. They have never been able to 
handle wine as we do. Nevertheless, they will never hurt you or 
anyone else again if I ever get wind of who they are.”

“I was saved by another elf. I could not see him clearly, but I 
know he was an elf. They made comments to him, and he replied 
in Sindarin. He killed two of them. I saw that much.”

“Good for him.”

After that, I remember falling, and then…nothing. The next thing I 
remember was being in Haldir’s talan, and he and his brother’s 
were taking care of me.”

“To which I am eternally grateful.” Thranduil replied, releasing him.

“I wish I knew who my saviour was.”

“Maybe one day you will know. Most of your memories have 
returned. I trust this will also.”

“ I owe him my life, father.”

“I am sure he will not ask for it, *ion.* [son] You should rest 
now.”

Legolas lay back amongst the pillows and sighed. “I will rest, but I 
dare not sleep. I do not wish to re-live that nightmare.”

“Then rest. I will have your breakfast sent up to you later.” 
Thranduil responded, kissing him on the forehead.

*“Diola lle, Ada.”* [Thank you, father]

Thranduil smiled. “For what? Coming to my only son’s aid? That 
is my duty, *nin ion,* [my son] and one I am proud to bear.”

Legolas smiled. Thranduil pulled the sheets over him, and left the 
room.

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



Two hours later, Legolas walked quietly into the dining hall to find 
his father, Saelbeth and Silinde chatting merrily. He joined them at 
the table, taking a chair beside his father.

“Are you feeling better Legolas? “ Saelbeth asked.

“Yes, thank you.”

Thranduil reached out and smoothed Legolas’ hair. “Will you eat 
something? I sent something up, but you were asleep. There is 
plenty left here.” He gestured to the many platters on the table.

 Legolas reached for a piece of Lembas. “I think I will go the 
practice field today.”

“Would you like company? We could always hone our skills.” 
Silinde asked.

Legolas smiled. “Surely. I would love having people to beat.”

Silinde burst out in laughter. “Saelbeth, did you hear that? We are 
no match for the Prince of Mirkwood.”

Saelbeth smiled. “So it would seem.”

Thranduil chuckled. “He could give the Galadhrim of Lorien a 
lesson or two.”

“Actually, I think they could give me a lesson.” Legolas sighed.

Thranduil frowned. “Legolas, do not doubt yourself over this 
incident. You were out numbered; plain and simple. I would think 
that even a Galadhrim would have the same trouble.”

“Perhaps.” Legolas replied.

“Not perhaps. It is a certainty. You are the best archer in 
Mirkwood, and perhaps all of Arda.” Thranduil stated.

“I do not know about that, father.”

“Well, I do. “ Thranduil replied adamantly.

Legolas smiled, and squeezed his father’s hand. “Is there any 
news?”

“Not much.” Saelbeth replied. “Next month there is to be a 
festival in Imladris.”

“That should be interesting.” Silinde commented.

Thranduil grinned. “It might be good to see old Elrond again. I will 
consider it. Legolas, would you like to go?”

“Yes, I would. Especially considering that I was headed there 
before my trouble.”

“Do not dwell on that, *ion.* [son]

 “Do not worry. We shall have a fine time in Rivendell. I look 
forward to it.” Legolas smiled, took another piece of Lembas and 
stood. “I will get my bow now. I am ready to go to the practice 
fields.”

 “We should ready ourselves as well.” Silinde stated as he pushed 
away from the table. Saelbeth remained seated.

“I will join you in awhile. I wish to speak to Thranduil. We have 
business to discuss.”  Saelbeth remarked.

Silinde nodded. “As you wish. Legolas, I will meet you there in 
twenty minutes.”

 Legolas and Silinde left Thranduil and Saelbeth alone at the table.

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



Dinendal sighed with contentment as Haldir rolled off him. “You 
never cease to amaze me, *melamin”* [my love]

Haldir chuckled.  “Is that so?”

Dinendal smiled and caressed Haldir’s cheek. “It is so. It is not 
just anyone can make me scream so loud that all of Lorien can 
hear.”


Haldir smirked. “Or all in Imladris for that matter.”

“ I care not.”

 “Apparently.” Haldir chuckled. “Our Lord is liable to chastise me 
again for doing unnatural things to you.”

 “There is nothing unnatural about the immense pleasure you give 
me,*lirimaer.* [lovely one] I just cannot contain myself.”

Haldir kissed him gently on the lips. “Nor do I wish you to.”

A soft knock came on the door and Haldir groaned. Tinion has a 
point, he thought. “Enter”

Rumil walked through the door smiling. “It was finally quiet, so I 
thought it safe to come in. *Mae Govannen,* [Well met] 
Dinendal.”

Dinendal grinned, pulling the sheets over him. *“Mae Govannen,* 
[Well met] Rumil.”

Rumil pulled up a chair to the side of the bed. Haldir lifted an 
eyebrow. “And what do you think you are doing, *pen-tithen?”* 
[little one]

“I am bored. Oro is on watch and I want company. You two are 
not going to lie in bed *all* day are you?”

“I was thinking about it.” Dinendal confessed. Haldir smiled.

Rumil frowned. “You two are no fun.”

“Oh, but little brother, I think fair Dinendal would well disagree 
with you on that.”

Dinendal laughed. “That is for certain. Why do you not call upon 
Calaglin, Ru? I am sure he would accompany you.”

 Rumil stood. “I suppose I will.”

“Have fun.” Haldir shouted as Rumil left the talan. He turned back 
to the beautiful elf in his bed. “Now, where were we?”

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



Elrond strolled through the gardens of Rivendell, admiring the 
many varieties of sweet smelling flowers that grew there. The 
peace and serenity of the gardens always served to relax him. Not 
that he was ill at ease; for things were finally at a quiet and leisurely 
pace. The rift between Imladris, Lothlorien and Mirkwood had 
long ago been settled and all was well, thus being the perfect time 
for a gathering, he thought. Many would come and get re-
acquainted again with the help of food, song and merriment. Quiet 
footsteps approached and Elrond turned around.

“Elrohir, you are back early. Where is your brother?”

“El went to the baths father. I just wanted to see you before I 
went there myself. How are you?”

Elrond smiled. “I am well, *nin ion.* [my son]  It is a beautiful 
day. Why do you ask?”

“I thought you might be a little nervous with the coming festival and 
all.”

“No, I am not nervous in the least. Everything is well at the ready. 
I am looking forward to it in fact.”

 Elrohir smiled. “As am I- and my wayward brother.”

Elrond frowned. *“Please* tell me that he is not waiting to pounce 
on the Marchwarden again.”

Elrohir grinned. “Probably. You know he has a thing for Lorien 
elves, and Haldir in particular.”

“He should be looking more towards a possible life mate. Haldir is 
not the one for him. I wish he would listen to me.”

“He knows that *Ada,* and so do I- but Haldir has charms he 
finds hard to resist. As many do, I suspect.” Elrohir added with a 
wink.

Elrond sighed. “That was so very long ago, *ion.* [son] I was 
much younger and more foolhardy in those times. However, I 
must admit that I am curious about something. Tell me, why has 
Haldir not captured your interest as well?”

“Oh, he has father. I find him *extremely* alluring, but I would not 
compete with my brother for anyone’s affections. It is just not my 
way. So, I will have to settle on lusting for him from afar.” Elrohir 
laughed.

Elrond rolled his eyes skyward. “By the Gods!” He whispered. 
Elladan appeared suddenly at the foot of the path.

“Ro! Are you coming or what?”

Elrohir smiled at his father and hugged him. “I had better go. My 
anxious brother awaits.”


EIGHT


Escorted by five members of the Galadhrim, Lord Celeborn and 
Lady Galadriel were the first guests to arrive for the festivities at 
Rivendell. Elrond, his daughter Arwen, Glorfindel and Erestor 
were at the gates to meet them. Elrond smiled broadly.

“Welcome to Rivendell old friends.”

Celeborn and the other members of the Galadhrim dismounted. 
Haldir helped the Lady Galadriel down from her steed, as Arwen 
ran to greet them.

“Grandmother! It is so nice to see you again!”

Galadriel smiled as Arwen embraced her. “I have missed you, 
child. Look how beautiful you have become!”

Arwen blushed. “Do you really think so, grandmother?”

“You are absolutely ravishing! We will have to keep a careful eye 
on you my dear.” Galadriel joked as she spun her granddaughter 
around for a careful inspection.

“Elrond, nice to see you again.” Celeborn greeted. “It has been a 
long time.”

“Too long, my friend.” Elrond replied.

Arwen took Celeborn and Galadriel’s hands. “Come! Let me 
show you the gardens! They are so beautiful right now.”

Celeborn smiled. “Thank you, Arwen. We would like that. Elrond, 
we shall join you in a bit.”

“Enjoy.” Elrond replied with a smile. Celeborn, Arwen and 
Galadriel strolled off together. Elrond turned his attention to the 
Galadhrim, who stood patiently waiting for entrance. Haldir 
stepped forward. Elrond grinned.

“Haldir, I see the years have been kind to you as always.”

Haldir bowed. “They have been kind to you as well, my Lord.”

Elrond looked him over and chuckled. “Not as kind as they have 
been to you, *mellon.* [friend] I know not the rest of your 
company.”

Haldir turned to the four elves standing beside him, and gestured 
towards each one. “Lord Elrond, please meet my brothers; 
Orophin and Rumil. This is Dinendal and he is Legandir”

“Pleased to meet your acquaintance. Welcome all to Rivendell.” 

The elves nodded in respect, and followed as Elrond and Haldir 
started to walk slowly through the gates. Glorfindel and Erestor 
followed them.

“Your brothers are as lovely as you, my friend. How is it that I 
never knew you had brothers?” Elrond asked.

Haldir smiled. “Mayhap because you never inquired, my Lord?”

Elrond laughed loudly. “Ah! Haldir! I have truly missed your 
sarcastic wit!”

“Some things never change, my Lord.”

“This is true. Do I detect evasive tactics on your part my friend?”

Haldir regarded him with wide eyes and a smile.  “Whatever do 
you mean my Lord?”

“You know well what I mean, *lirimaer,* [lovely one] and I do 
not think it will work. Elladan has been laying in wait for you all 
season.”

Haldir chuckled. “My brothers look like me. Perhaps they will 
suffice.”

Elrond laughed as they entered the path to the gardens “They are 
beautiful, this is true. So are the others, I might add. However, 
would you care to wager on that my friend?”

“I think not.” Haldir laughed.

“My Lord, more guests are arriving.” A servant called from behind 
them. Glorfindel and Erestor waited to accompany Elrond back to 
the gates.

“You will excuse me, Haldir. Please make yourselves at home. 
Feel free to explore the gardens or perhaps visit the dining hall. I 
will see you all again soon.” Elrond strolled off with Glorfindel and 
Erestor to greet the new arrivals.

“Haldir! There you are! We have been looking for you!” Elladan 
called out as he and Elrohir entered from the opposite end of the 
gardens. Haldir sighed and put on his best smile. Rumil laughed.

“Twins!” Rumil chuckled. “How very interesting! Which one is 
your shadow brother?”

“Elladan, the one on the left.” Haldir replied, still smiling.

“How can you tell them apart?” Orophin asked. “They look just 
alike to me.” 

“Elladan is bolder. Elrohir is more reserved.” Haldir stated matter 
of factly.


“Sounds like my kind of elf.” Rumil commented.

Haldir winked at his younger brother and whispered; “I think you 
will find that the two of you have a lot in common.” He turned to 
the twin elves that approached them.

“Elladan, how nice to see you again.” He greeted.

Elladan looked him over slowly from head to toe. “Hmm, not half 
as nice as it is to see *you* Marchwarden.”

“You flatter me, Elladan. How fare you, Elrohir?”

Elrohir smiled. “I fare well, thank you Haldir.”

“Elladan, Elrohir, I would like you to meet my brothers Orophin 
and Rumil; this is Dinendal- and this is Legandir.” Haldir pointed 
them out.

 Elrohir bowed. “Pleased to meet all of you.”

“Haldir, you are an elf of many surprises! *Brothers* you say? 
And just as lovely to boot!  I may even venture to add that *all* 
of your party are quite pleasing to my eyes.” Elladan gazed at the 
elves with increasing lust. “My, this will be a *very* entertaining 
festival this year.” The Lorien elves were all smiles.

“To that I have no doubt, my dear brother. Come, we should 
show them around.” Elrohir suggested.

“ I will join you soon, Ro. Please start without me. I would have a 
word with Haldir first.”

 “Of course. We shall meet up later.” Elrohir replied, as he 
escorted the four elves through the garden paths.

“Walk with me, Haldir.”

“As you wish.” Haldir replied, with a sly smile. “But where shall 
we go?”

Elladan winked and grabbed Haldir’s hand. “Where do you 
think?”


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



“Thranduil! It is so nice to see you again. I am glad you decided to 
join us. Legolas, seeing you is always a pleasure, and I am very 
glad to see you looking so well. Saelbeth, Silinde… welcome.” 
Elrond greeted the new arrivals.

“Glad to see you too, *mellon.”* [friend] Thranduil replied, patting 
Elrond on the back. “Your realm is so lovely this time of year.”

“It certainly is. Let me show you the gardens, they are absolutely 
wondrous. After that, I have some excellent wine that I am sure 
will be to your liking.”

Thranduil chuckled. “Now you are talking, old friend.”

Elrond left with Thranduil and his party. Glorfindel and Erestor 
stayed behind to welcome Tinion, Galdor, and Calaglin, whom 
they could see approaching not very far from the gates.

Guests that had visited the gardens previously started to gather in 
the main dining area on a spacious outdoor veranda that 
overlooked yet another magnificently tended orchard below. Food 
and wine were plentiful. Various types of fruits, berries and nuts 
along with pheasant, other meats and breads were elegantly set 
out on a colossal oak table. The elves laughed and talked amongst 
each other while several of Elrond’s subjects played soft music on 
flutes and other various wind instruments. The mood was light, and 
everyone was enjoying a beautiful summer day with pleasant 
company.

Elrohir entered the veranda with Dinendal, Legandir, Rumil and 
Orophin . They took seats at the large table, and Rumil was the 
first to help himself to some of the fine food and wine that lined it. 
Orophin smiled at Elrohir.

“My brother is always the first to eat wherever we go.”

Elrohir nodded and laughed. “So is my brother. Seems we have 
that in common.”

“Where *is* your brother?” Legolas asked from behind. Elrohir 
turned around quickly and embraced him.

“Legolas! How are you? So nice to see you!”

Legolas smiled. “You as well, *mellonamin.”* [my friend]

*“Mae Govannen,*  [Well met] Legolas.” Orophin and Rumil 
greeted in tandem.

Legolas grinned. “My, you two sound like you are the twins! It is 
so very nice to see you both again.”



“You too.” Rumil answered through a mouthful of grapes.

“Where is your other half, Ro? It is not like him to miss out on all 
the fun.” Legolas questioned.

“You know El, he makes his own fun. Right now I would say he is 
making fun with Haldir.”

Legolas blinked. “Haldir? Are they a couple?”

Elrohir laughed. “A couple? No. *Coupling?* Probably.” The 
elves within earshot of the comment chuckled softly.

“I see.” Legolas replied solemnly. “I guess I will catch up with him 
later.”

Elrond and Thranduil entered the veranda laughing loudly. 
Celeborn joined them as they poured wine into several large 
goblets. Dinendal and Legandir excused themselves and walked 
away, as Tinion, Galdor and Calaglin approached.

“Tinion, Galdor, Calaglin! It is wonderful to see to see all of you!” 
Elrohir greeted with a smile. “Galdor, I did not think you would 
make it, having to come from so far. How are the Havens these 
days?”

“Wonderful.” Galdor replied. “I was grateful that Tinion and 
Calaglin waited to accompany me though. ‘Tis nothing like the 
Havens from Lothlorien through to here. One would dare not 
travel alone. You and Elladan really should visit us one day, and 
bask in our serenity.”

“I think we shall. Did you enjoy your stay there, Tinion?”

Tinion smiled, looking into Galdor’s eyes. “Oh, but I had a 
splendid time.” Galdor winked at him.

“Brother, try some of this.” Rumil said, offering a slice of his 
pheasant. “ It is wonderful! Almost as good as Hal makes.”

Orophin took a bite. “You are right, brother. I think I will eat now 
as well.”

“Haldir cooks?” Legolas asked, interested.

“Oh, yes!” Rumil answered. “He cooks divinely. I just wish he 
would cook more often, like he used to. He cooks better than my 
Lord even.”

“I heard that, Rumil” Celeborn chuckled.

Rumil’s eyes grew wide. “ Forgive me, my Lord!”


“Relax, *pen-pigen.* [tiny one] I would agree with you.” 
Celeborn responded. Thranduil and Elrond roared with laughter.

“Elrohir, where is your brother?” Elrond asked.

“He is talking with Haldir somewhere, father.”

Celeborn raised an eyebrow. “Talking? Haldir is not much for 
talking.”

Elrond smiled. “I should have made the wager with him. I would 
be the victor.” 

“Celeborn, I would have a word with your Marchwarden. It 
seems I have him to thank for taking care of my son.” Thranduil 
stated.

“I am sure he will be about eventually.” Celeborn replied, winking 
at Elrond.

Legolas moved closer to Rumil and sat beside him, smiling as he 
watched the elf eat heartily.  “Rumil? May I have a word with 
you?”

Rumil wiped his mouth and looked at him. “Yes?”

Legolas looked around. “Um, can we go for a walk?”

“I guess.” Rumil replied, eyeing him suspiciously.

“Come, let us go down to the gardens.”

Rumil stood and left with Legolas. Elrohir seated himself by 
Orophin, who greeted him with a smile.

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



“We are being quite rude, Elladan.” Haldir commented, pulling his 
fingers gently through Elladan’s long dark hair.

“I care not.” Elladan replied, slipping his arm across Haldir’s firm 
chest. “I have waited an eternity to be with you, and I will not let a 
mere thing such as protocol hinder me.”

Haldir laughed. “I think that it is a good thing for you that your 
father is in such a good mood.”

Elladan licked Haldir’s nipples, then pulled up to kiss him firmly on 
the lips. “I think you are right. But no matter, I would have braved 
his wrath anyway for this moment.”



Haldir gazed at him through narrowed eyes. “Surely an elf as 
lovely as you has not waited all this time to lie with someone. It is 
unnatural.”

“ I did not say *that,*  *Melamin.*  [My love] But, you know I 
am not one to pass on a good thing; and you, my dear 
Marchwarden- are a *very* good thing.”

Haldir laughed aloud. “I cannot believe the compliments I am 
getting lately. Something must be in the air- or perhaps the wine.”

“I speak only the truth. I have enjoyed our encounters immensely. 
It pays to play with the best.”

“By the Gods! If I get any more flattery this day I fear my head 
shall explode! Come; we should get back now. Elrond will have 
my head.”

Elladan grinned mischievously. “I am sure he has.”

“Do not start, Elladan. Come; get out of bed, *lirimaer.”* Haldir 
slapped him on the buttocks for emphasis.

*“Aiya!”* [Oh!] I *like* that! Do it again!

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



Legolas pointed to a bench at the end of the path they we on. “Let 
us sit there.”

“Okay.” Rumil replied, following him.

Legolas turned to face him. “Rumil, I hope you do not think me 
too bold, but I would like to ask you some things.”

Rumil smiled. “About Haldir?”

“Yes, how did you know?”

“I have eyes. I could see that you were quite taken with him when 
you were last with us.”

“That is true. I feel very strongly for him, although I know not why. 
All I know is that I want to be with him. But- it seems I have much 
competition. I was wondering if you could help me with that.”

Rumil’s eyes widened. “Competition? What do you mean?”

“He has many suitors, it seems. I knew about Dinendal, for he told 
me in so many words. But 
then I saw Tinion, and now even Elladan. I am not sure how I 
could even compete with any of 

*them,* let alone if there are others. They are all so beautiful.” 
Legolas reasoned.

“So are you, Legolas. Do not sell yourself short.” Rumil answered.

“But he rejected me, Rumil.”

Rumil’s mouth dropped open. “He *rejected* you? Surely you 
jest!”

“Nay, I do not. I kissed him and he pulled back, telling me of all 
the reasons why we could not be.”

Rumil frowned. “That does not sound like Haldir. What were the 
reasons he spoke of?”

“Oh, things like our stations, how young I am and how far we live 
apart.”

Rumil’s brow creased. “I do not understand this. None of that 
would make a difference to Haldir if he really wanted something. 
*Stations?* He has been with Lord Elrond! That rules that out. 
Young? I would think you and Elladan are close in age, and 
distance? Look where we are now! None of that makes any 
sense.”

Legolas bowed his head. “If what you say is true, then it could 
mean only one thing. He does not find me desirable.”

Rumil shook his head. “I do not believe that. I know my brother 
and I know his tastes. He would like you.”

Legolas sighed. “There is an exception to every rule, Ru. I guess I 
am the exception.”

Rumil considered him. “It has to be something else. Anyway, you 
are wrong about the others. He may be with them from time to 
time, but none have his heart.”

“He seems intent on keeping that closed.”

“It will not be closed forever. One has just to be patient.” Rumil 
replied, winking.

Legolas looked at him. “Are you saying I should be?”

“Do you want him?”

“Aye, very much. But, not just for mere physical encounters. I 
want him for my own.”

Rumil smiled. “Ah! I see. Well, *mellonamin,* [my friend]  *that* 
will take both patience *and* perseverance. Are you up to the 
task? It will be a formidable one, I fool you not.”



“I believe you. Yes, I am up to the task. I want him more than I 
have ever wanted anyone. *Diola lle,* [Thank you] Rumil. I 
appreciate the time you have given me.”

Rumil shrugged. “It was nothing.”

Legolas smiled. “I hope I can call on you again should the need 
arise.”

 “Of course. Shall we return now to the feast? I find am still quite 
hungry.” Rumil laughed, rubbing his belly.


NINE


“Arwen, you little snippet! Look how beautiful you are!” Haldir 
called out, as he and Elladan re-joined the festivities.

Arwen turned and frowned, folding her arms. “I should not even 
talk to you, Haldir. You ignored me at the gates.” Elladan 
snickered, and sauntered off to the dining table.

Haldir dropped quickly to his knees and bowed at her feet. 
“Forgive my insolence, fair lady.” Arwen giggled.

“Rise, you silver devil. You are lucky I still love you.”

Haldir stood and smiled, pulling her into an embrace. “I could 
never forget you, sweet one.”

Arwen smiled. “Really? Or do you say that to all who adore you?”

“I speak only truth, *lirimaer.* [lovely one] We will get together 
and talk a little later, I promise.” He said, releasing her.

“ I look forward to that. All right, you may go now.”

Haldir chuckled, and kissed her on the forehead. “Until later, fair 
flower.” He walked past her to the massive, well-decorated table 
on the veranda. Everyone seated there watched him approach; 
most of them with knowing smiles plastered on their faces.

“Haldir! So glad you could join us!” Celeborn chided.

Haldir bowed. “Forgive me, my Lord. I was… detained.”

Elrond nodded, his face impassive. “So it would seem. Next time 
Marchwarden, you shall take my wager.”

Haldir regarded him with a blank expression until all but Legolas 
burst into laughter. Haldir flashed a brilliant smile, his cheeks 
flushing a little.

 “Haldir o’ Lorien, it would seem I owe a gargantuan debt of 
gratitude to you.” Thranduil boomed, as he stood and walked 
towards him.

Haldir bowed again. “Nay, my Lord.”

“Oh, but I do. You took exceptional care of my beloved son 
Legolas, and I shall not forget that.”

*“Hannon lle, Heru en amin.”* [Thank you, my Lord] Haldir 
replied, glancing at Legolas from the corner of his eye.

Thranduil placed his arm around Haldir’s shoulders. “Come; drink 
with us.”

Haldir sat next to Celeborn and across from Legolas. Thranduil 
sat next to his son. He took up a large flask and filled a goblet with 
wine for Haldir. Then he refilled his goblet and the goblets of 
Elrond and Celeborn.

“A toast to the proficient Marchwarden of Lorien my friends.”

Elrond and Celeborn nodded and touched goblets with Thranduil. 
“Here, here.” Elrond called out. Haldir smiled.

Legolas stood and looked down at Haldir, raising his goblet. “I 
would like to toast you personally, for I owe you my life.”

Haldir stood and shook his head, touching his goblet with 
Legolas.’ “You owe me nothing, Prince. I would naught see any 
kin harmed in or near Lorien.”

“I am grateful just the same.”

*“Lle creoso.”* [You are welcome]  Haldir replied, sitting again. 
Legolas sat as well.

 “Marchwarden, I was wondering; since you have chosen to keep 
company with Elladan this eve, would not you mind if I take *this* 
lovely elf off your hands?” Glorfindel said with a wicked grin as he 
and Dinendal entered and seated themselves.

Haldir sipped his wine and regarded him with a steely gaze. “Mind 
I would. Unhand him, or I will cut you down.” 

*“Ro caele beika fion,*  Haldir.” [He had too much wine] Elrond 
whispered. All those who were close enough to hear the exchange 
grew silent.

“I think your Lord and Lady will take great offence to that, 
Guardian.” Glorfindel responded, with a smirk.

Haldir took a quick look at Celeborn and Galadriel, and then fixed 
his gaze back upon Glorfindel. “You are right. I would most likely 
be severely punished.”

“That is *positively* right.” Glorfindel replied smugly, adjusting his 
robes. 

Haldir stood slowly and leaned over the table to stare Glorfindel in 
the eyes-only inches away from his face. “But that would be 
*after* the fact; would it not?”

Glorfindel’s eyes widened, and he released Dinendal’s arm. 
Dinendal’s mouth dropped open in complete and utter surprise as 
he stared at Haldir.


“Hmmpf” Glorfindel grunted. He stood abruptly and stormed 
away from the table, leaving all to turn and stare back at Haldir in 
shock.

Haldir sat back down as slowly as he rose. The entire room was 
hushed. Haldir looked around at the shocked expressions of the 
guests, and then his lips curled into a radiant smile and he started 
to laugh. As others realized what had just happened, they began to 
laugh also.

“By the Gods, Haldir! I thought you were serious!” Elrond 
exhaled.

Celeborn grinned. “I see Glorfindel has not yet learned *not* to 
engage himself in a verbal volley with Haldir. He has a silver 
tongue that can cut like a blade.”

“Forgive me, Lord Elrond. I simply could not resist. He was just 
so smug! Does he not know that it is I alone who holds that title?” 
Haldir chuckled. “I will apologize to him forthwith.” He rose and 
moved to Dinendal.

Elrond laughed. “One would think he would know better by now. 
Perhaps the wine has dulled his senses and his memory.”

Dinendal smiled. “I have never seen that side of you. You scared 
me senseless.”

“I was joshing. You may be with whomever you like.” Haldir 
whispered in his ear. He kissed the sensitive tip of it before leaving 
to find Glorfindel. Dinendal shivered.

“Your Warden is quite entertaining, Celeborn.” Thranduil 
chuckled. “I like his spirit.”

Celeborn grinned. “That he is, my friend. That he is.”

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



Legolas excused himself and walked out to the gardens, feeling a 
bit melancholy. Watching the exchange between Haldir and 
Dinendal had doused his hopes for a possible future with the 
Guardian. Haldir had spoken up for the elf, even if it was in jest- 
but why would he not? Dinendal was not only very fair; he was 
also extremely likeable. It was not impossible that Haldir would 
care for him, and besides- the two had been together in their own 
way for quite some time.

He sat on a bench deep in thought. He no longer thought Elladan a 
real threat. He knew Elladan well enough to know that he was 
about equal to Haldir in his number of trysts and lustful relations- 
all for the pleasure of the flesh. Tinion appeared to be with Galdor 
this night, so even that liaison of Haldir’s appeared to be of the 
same sort. Dinendal, at least so far appeared to be the one 
relationship with Haldir that was somewhat different.



Legolas sighed heavily. He wished he did not feel so strongly for 
the Marchwarden. He wished he could shake the feelings, but he 
could not. They were as strong as ever- and just as hopeless, he 
feared.

Haldir and Glorfindel appeared from around the lattice laughing. It 
seemed that all was well between them again. Legolas watched 
them serenely until Haldir caught his gaze. He averted his eyes 
quickly, hoping they would pass and leave him in his solitude. It 
was wishful thinking, for when he dared to steal another look, 
Haldir was walking towards him.

*“Mae Govannen,* [Well met] Prince Legolas. It is very nice to 
see you again. You look well.”

“Amin sinta lle?”* [Do I know you?] 

Haldir stopped in mid-stride and stared at him suspiciously. 
*“Mani naata? Mankoi lle uma tanya?”*  [What is it? Why did 
you do that?]

Legolas broke into a smile. *“Amin hiraetha, Haldir. Tula 
sinome.* [I am sorry, Haldir. Come here] I was joshing as well. 
*Mae Govannen.”* [Well met] 

Haldir chuckled and sat beside him. “That was very good. You 
had me there for a minute.”

“Did I?” Legolas grinned.

“Why are you out here alone?”

Legolas shrugged. “Nothing to concern yourself with. I was just 
wallowing in my own grief.”

“Grief? What is wrong?” Haldir asked, concerned.

“Nothing you would care to know. Not to worry. *Diola lle.”* 
[Thank you]

“How have you been faring? Have your memories returned?” 
Haldir questioned

“Yes, they have. All but one detail I fear.” Legolas said solemnly.

Haldir bowed his head. “I am sorry, Legolas. I was hoping you 
would be spared remembering that.”

“It was horrible, Haldir! I still cannot understand it! We have 
never had problems with men before.”

Haldir frowned. “Men *are* problems, Prince. Forgive me, but I 
am not the best one to talk about the humans with. I am not very 
fond of them.”

Legolas sighed. “I understand. I only wish I knew who my saviour 
was.”

Haldir looked at him. “Saviour? What do you mean?”

 “I know you and your brothers found and took care of me, but 
there was another elf there too. At the place where they tried… I 
could not see him clearly, but he stopped them from doing what 
they were trying to do to me. He killed two of them that I saw. I 
owe him my life as well.”

Haldir regarded him quietly for a moment. “How do you know it 
was an elf?” 

“He spoke Sindarin and he made reference to the Valar. He said-
”

“Release him, or by the Valar I will see you all dead.” Haldir 
finished.

Legolas turned sharply to look in Haldir’s grey eyes, questioning.

“It –it was you?”

“Yes Legolas, and they *all* paid with their lives for their 
mistreatment of you.”

Legolas stared at him with wide eyes. “You truly *are* my 
saviour.”

Haldir smiled. “You have already thanked me, Legolas. You need 
not do so again.”

Legolas pulled him close and kissed him fervently. 

Haldir was surprised, but did not pull away. There was an urgency 
in the Prince’s kiss that he found hard to ignore. Legolas’ tongue 
brushed across his lips insistently, begging entrance. He granted it, 
and their tongues found each other, tasting and intertwining. A soft 
moan escaped Legolas’ throat and he pulled Haldir closer, 
caressing his face and then pulling his fingers lightly through his 
platinum hair.

“Son, if you do not stop soon you will suffocate our dear 
Marchwarden and what good would he be then?” Thranduil 
chuckled from behind them.

Legolas pulled away to turn and look at his father. Haldir inhaled 
deeply. He was indeed in need of air.

Thranduil laughed aloud. “I was right! Look how flushed he is!”

Haldir regained his composure and rose. “My Lord.”

“Father! Haldir was the one who stopped them. It is he who is my 
saviour.” Legolas whispered.

Thranduil looked at Haldir, who was still slightly stunned and 
staring at Legolas. “It seems our debt is greater than I thought, 
Guardian. Tell me, are there any left alive that my son or I should 
worry about?”

“Nay, my Lord. None were left alive.” Haldir answered. 

“Splendid!” Thranduil roared. “Now come, you two. A grand 
meal waits. I have come to fetch you.”

“I need a few more minutes, father. Please?” Legolas asked.

Thranduil smiled down at his son. “Not too long, son.”

“Yes, father. We will be along straightaway.”

Thranduil nodded at Haldir and slowly walked away, admiring the 
foliage as he went. Legolas turned to Haldir, his blue eyes locking 
with the Marchwarden’s grey ones.

“I want to be with you. I want to be with you tonight.”

“Legolas…” Haldir began, but was cut off by Legolas’ finger on 
his lips.

“I do not want to hear excuses, *lirimaer.* [lovely one]  I shall 
have you.” Legolas responded, slipping a hand under Haldir’s 
tunic and tugging on the waistband of his leggings.

Haldir grasped it and held it firm. “Stay your hand, *rwalaer* 
[lusty one] I have lain with many to whom may heart is not locked. 
I cannot do this with you.”

“Legolas!” Thranduil called from the veranda. Haldir let him go, 
and Legolas moved his hand reluctantly.

“We had best get inside, Prince.” Haldir suggested, turning and 
walking away.

Legolas groaned and followed him.

Everyone gathered on the veranda for dinner. The musicians were 
still playing soft music, and laughter and light conversation 
reverberated through the large area. Legolas sat beside his Father 
as Haldir strolled to the other side of the table to sit between 
Celeborn and Dinendal. Haldir noticed that the twins had paired 
off with his brothers exactly as he had thought they would, Elrohir 
with Orophin, and Elladan with Rumil. His brothers seemed to like 
the arrangement, as they appeared to be having a great time. He 
smiled. Dinendal put a hand on his knee under the table, and he 
turned to look into his eyes. Dinendal winked.

“They have arranged the accommodations. I regret that I was not 
assigned a space with you. You will have to visit me if you like.” 
Dinendal whispered.

 “Whom was I paired with?” Haldir inquired.

“No one. You are Marchwarden, therefore you were assigned 
separate accommodations.”

“I see. Very well.” Haldir replied, turning his head slightly to 
glance at Legolas. The Prince met his gaze and held it. Thranduil 
leaned over to whisper something in his son’s ear and Legolas 
broke the eye lock, taking a sip from his goblet.

Celeborn moved closer to Galadriel, and kissed the delicate tip of 
her ear. She shivered in response and smiled. “Soon, my love.”

“Not soon enough.” Celeborn chuckled softly. Galadriel squeezed 
his hand.

“There is a fire burning between those two that needs to be fed.” 
He whispered to her.

“That is true, but Haldir resists.”

Celeborn winked at her. “Mayhap I help to weaken his resolve a 
bit?”

Galadriel giggled. “How might you do that?”

Celeborn kissed her on the cheek. “Watch, my love. Haldir!” He 
called, turning to face the Marchwarden. “Your goblet is empty. 
Let me fill that for you.”


TEN


The majority of the guests and the musicians had retired for the 
night leaving only Elrond, Celeborn, Thranduil and Legolas still 
sitting at the massive table. They smiled as Haldir carefully made 
his way back to join them. His gait was slightly unsteady, and it 
was obvious to them all that the Marchwarden was quite drunk.

“Was she angry with you, Haldir?” Elrond asked.

“Nay. She said she did not want to talk to me when I was full of 
wine. She excused me until tomorrow.”

“Arwen would never stay mad at you for any length of time. She 
adores you far too much.”

“That is a good thing, for I did promise her.  I feel bad about that. 
I will keep our appointment tomorrow.” Haldir replied, steadying 
himself to take his seat again.

Thranduil chuckled. “Are you well Haldir? You look a tad blue.”

Haldir groaned, and pulled his hair back behind his ears. “Perhaps 
I should retire now. I fear I cannot partake of any more wine this 
eve. I have well exceeded my limit.”

“What is the matter, Haldir? You can usually out drink us all.” 
Celeborn questioned.

Haldir sighed. “Long day, my Lord. Perhaps I will give you a run 
tomorrow.”

“I will retire as well father.” Legolas announced.

“Very well, *nin ion* [my son]. Perhaps you can see that the 
Marchwarden makes it to his quarters intact. His is the rooms 
directly across from yours.” Thranduil replied with a wink.

Legolas smiled. “I would be glad to.”

Haldir looked around the table at Elrond, Thranduil and Celeborn 
and smiled before pulling himself up from his chair. “If I did not 
know better, I would say the three of you were conspiring against 
me.”

“My dear Haldir, the wine has dulled your senses.” Celeborn 
chuckled. 

Haldir nodded. “Goodnight, My Lords.”

Legolas waited until Haldir joined him, and they left the veranda 
together heading for the main house. 



Celeborn waited until they were out of earshot. “The wine has not 
dulled his senses as much as I thought. He is sharp, that one.”

 “It would seem so." Thranduil replied. "Legolas is quite 
enamoured with him too. But, from what I can see, so are many 
others. Tell me about him.”

“Haldir and his brothers Orophin and Rumil are like sons to me. I 
know them through and through, and I can tell you this; Haldir is a 
good elf. Some are appalled by his outward manner, but there is 
no lying in him. As far as his admirers, well… I think he will 
always have those. There is just something about him that 
commands attention, even when he does not call for it. It has 
always been that way, even when he was only but an elfling. But 
once he has committed to someone- I am sure he cannot be 
swayed. Right now he is not committed, so he basks in those who 
would please him.” Celeborn answered.

“Ah! And who can blame him? He is a very attractive elf after all. 
If not my son were interested, I certainly would be.” Thranduil 
chuckled.

“You and me both!” Celeborn howled. “There are times when I 
wish I did *not* look upon him as a son! I will have to have a 
gathering in Lothlorien soon. You should see him dance, my 
friends! He can move his body like a serpent! It is quite 
exhilarating and very seductive, I assure you. I sometimes think to 
myself that if he moves like that in the bedchamber, it is no wonder 
so many seek his company.”

Thranduil roared with laughter. “Is that so?”

Elrond cleared his throat. “It is so.”

Celeborn turned to his friend, surprised. “Have you seen him 
dance, Elrond?”

Elrond smiled. “Not exactly, my friend.”

“By the Gods!” Thranduil laughed, getting the implication. 
Celeborn’s mouth dropped open.

“You have been with him?” Celeborn asked.

“It was many moons ago and only once, my friend.” Elrond 
admitted.

“But apparently something to remember.” Thranduil chuckled.

“I remember like it was yesterday.” Elrond replied, wiping his 
brow.

“Sweet Elbereth, Elrond! I have heard many a scream of pleasure 
emanating from his rooms and you tell me now that you have been 
amongst them?” Celeborn asked with a sly smile.



Elrond put a hand on each of his friend’s shoulders and drew them 
in closer. Both Celeborn and Thranduil regarded him with eager 
expressions waiting for his revelation.

 “My friends,” Elrond whispered, “He had me climbing the walls- 
and that was *then.* I shudder to think of what he would be like 
today.” 

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



“We have arrived, Haldir. This is your room.” Legolas stated, 
stopping in front of the door.

“Diola lle, Mellonamin.” [Thank you, my friend.] Haldir replied.

“May I come in with you for awhile?”

Haldir looked at him a moment before responding. “If you wish.”

Legolas moved in front of him and opened the door, letting Haldir 
pass through first. He followed him, closing the door quietly 
behind them.

Haldir stood in the centre of the large, lavishly furnished room, 
looking around.

“It is quite beautiful, is it not?” Legolas asked, noticing the 
Marchwarden’s astonishment.

“Yes, it is. The chambers in Lorien are not so rich. We are a 
simple people.”

Legolas smiled. “’Tis nothing wrong with that.”

Haldir sat on the edge of the large bed and bounced up and down 
as if testing the mattresses. Legolas chuckled, finding his actions 
amusing.

“Do you think it will be comfortable?”

“Quite. Tell me, are your chambers in Mirkwood such as this?”

“They are similar.” Legolas replied.

“I see.”

Legolas walked over to the bed and sat beside him. “I know what 
you are thinking.”

Haldir smiled. “And what am I thinking, Princeling?”




Legolas took his hand. “You are thinking that I am most likely 
accustomed to lavish surroundings such as this and since it is not 
the life you lead, nor wish to lead… we cannot possibly be 
together. Something to that effect, am I right?”

Haldir stared at him for a moment, and then withdrew his hand 
from Legolas’ grasp. “It is time I took some rest.”

Legolas looked at him with sorrowful eyes. “Haldir, why do you 
insist on pushing me away? Why is it that some can be with you, 
and I cannot? What is wrong with me?”

Haldir sighed, and bowed his head. “Nothing is wrong with you, 
Legolas.”

“Then *why* Haldir? Tell me why!” Legolas demanded, grabbing 
Haldir’s shoulders.

*“BECAUSE YOU WOULD CONSUME ME!”* Haldir 
shouted, staring at him with wide eyes. Startled, Legolas removed 
his hands.

“Forgive me.” Haldir added, lowering his voice. “But a heart not 
given, is a heart not broken.”

“You think I will break your heart? I adore you, Haldir. I would 
never do that.”

Haldir did not reply. He closed his eyes and just sat there. Legolas 
moved closer to him and caressed his hair, while placing light 
kisses on his cheeks and lips. “I would never hurt you.” He 
whispered. “Amin mela lle.” [I love you]

Haldir sighed.  *“N’uma,* Legolas.” [No, Legolas]

“Yes, Haldir. It is so.”

“I am drunk and weary, Legolas. We should not be having this 
conversation.”

“I had to say what is in my heart. I will leave you now, as you 
wish.”

Haldir watched as Legolas quietly left the room. He pulled off his 
tunic and leggings and crawled into the massive bed, losing himself 
under the fancy sheets and coverlet. It was not long before he 
drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

He had hoped that Haldir would call out to him, but it did not 
happen. Legolas turned away from Haldir’s door and went across 
the hall to his own room, feeling defeated and unwanted. He had 
tried everything he could but he had still failed. He pulled off his 
clothing, slipped between the sheets and buried his face in the 
mass of pillows on the bed and wept softly.

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




“Enter.” Haldir called out, after being awakened early the 
following morning. His brother’s cheerful faces greeted him from 
the other side of the door.

“Are you still sleeping brother?” Rumil asked.

“Not anymore.” Haldir replied. “Come in.”

“It is not like you to sleep late, brother. Too much wine?” Orophin 
questioned, with a smirk.

Haldir rubbed his forehead. “It would seem so.”

Rumil laughed. “If I did not know better, I would think our Lord 
was trying to get you drunk. He kept filling your goblet as soon as 
it was empty.”

“I noticed that too.” Orophin agreed.

“I am having a great time!” Rumil shouted, as he plunged into the 
bed with Haldir, shaking him up. Haldir groaned, and fell back on 
the pillows. 

“He did not need that, Ru.” Orophin scolded, as he sat gently at 
the foot of the bed.

Rumil looked at Haldir, who looked extremely uncomfortable. 
“Oh, I am sorry brother. Forgive me. I am just so happy.”

Haldir looked at him. “It is all right. Why are you so happy?”

Rumil smiled. “I am having the time of my life here, and Elladan 
and I are getting on great. You will not have to worry about him 
shadowing you anymore either, as he chooses to shadow me 
now.”

Haldir smiled. “Well, good for you. I am glad you are happy. And 
you, brother?”  He asked Orophin. “How do you fare with 
Elrohir?”

Orophin grinned. “Quite well, thank you.”

“I like it when I am right.” Haldir chuckled.

“Okay, we both admit that you were right. Now, we would like to 
know how *you* are doing.” Orophin said.

“I am fine.” Haldir responded. 

“I mean with the Prince. By the Gods, Haldir! It is so apparent 
that he wants you, and I know you want him. What is going on?” 
Orophin asked. Rumil turned himself on the bed to watch Haldir 
more closely.

Haldir sighed. “Nothing is going on, Oro.”

“And why not? You *know* you like him. Do not deny it.” Rumil 
countered.

“I cannot be with him.”

“Why?” Orophin asked. “And do not tell us the things you told 
Legolas. We know better than that.”

“It is as I told him last night. He would consume me. I cannot 
allow it to happen.”

“He consumes you now, brother.” Orophin commented quietly.

Rumil looked in his eyes. “Why not, Hal? ‘Tis a wonderful 
feeling.”

Haldir looked at him. “Not when it is all taken away!” He 
snapped.

Orophin regarded his brother thoughtfully. “I should have known! 
It is Siddhir, is it not? He reminds you of Siddhir.”

Haldir frowned. “Why would you say that? That is not true.”

Orophin turned to face him. “But it is! It all makes sense now. 
*All* of your choices make sense!

“What are you going on about, Oro?”

Brother, think about it! I know most think you have no 
preferences, but that it not true! You *are* selective in your 
encounters, and especially the ones that have persevered. I just 
never really thought about it until now! Lord Elrond, Saelbeth, 
Tinion, Elladan and Dinendal. They *all* have traits that I 
remember in Siddhir, but Legolas… he is the *most* like him! 
You cannot deny it!”

Haldir closed his eyes and said nothing.

Rumil’s eyes widened, realization hitting him. “It is true!”

“You care for him, do you not?” Orophin asked quietly.

Haldir opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. “I wish I did not, 
but I do.”

“Then *tell* him so, brother. Siddhir would want you to be happy 
again. You know I speak the truth.”

“He told me he loved me.” Haldir whispered.


“All the more reason.” Orophin answered.

“I hurt him last night. He bared his soul to me, and I rejected him- 
again. I think I may have sealed my fate in this matter.”

Rumil smiled. “Do not be so sure. Oro is right. Legolas *is* very 
much like Siddhir, and the Siddhir I knew would back off for a 
time, but then he would *always* come back fighting! Surely you 
of all people would remember that, and that- dear brother, is why 
he won your heart. Legolas will too.”

Haldir smiled, and smoothed his younger brother’s hair. “Since 
when did *you* get so smart, pen-tithen? [little one]

Rumil chuckled and looked at Orophin. “That is easy, brother. I 
keep company with the voice of reason.” Orophin nodded and 
smiled.

Haldir laughed and pulled both brothers tightly within his embrace. 
“I love you both so much. You are my light.”

“We love you too brother.” Rumil’s muffled voice replied.


ELEVEN


Arwen opened her chamber door to see the Marchwarden smiling 
warmly down at her. “Good morning, *lirimaer* [lovely one] May 
I escort you to breakfast?” He asked.

Arwen smiled. “Yes, you may. I was just about to go.”

Haldir held out his arm for her to grasp. She locked her arm 
around his, and they proceeded to walk down the corridor.

“So, did you enjoy drinking wine with your Lords last eve?” She 
inquired.

Haldir chuckled. “I did. However, I am sure I consumed much 
more wi