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Adult +
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13
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32
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Chapter 12
Short chapters, but eh I guess it's better to post what I have rather than attempt to write longer chapters and have there be huge arse gaps of time between chapters. Thanks for the reviews, they're encouraging. I shall attempt to do better with the updating. Laters :)
Some time passed, and Haldir sat worredly below with a group of wardens as they consumed their evening meal. They told stories, and laughed together as though an entire village had not just been wiped out before their eyes.
He longed with his whole heart to leave these foolish elves, and go to her. Take her in his arms, and soothe all her worries, and tears away. But he knew he could not. He knew were he to do so his heart would be swayed in such a way he could never leave her. He would belong to her, forsaking all else, even his duties as Marchwarden.
He knew he could not give her his heart wholly. And yet a nagging voice within his head insisted he already had done so. Covering his ears, a vain attempt to protect himself from such sentiment, he stood, and ran from the circle of elves seated there.
All heads turned to watch him go, alerted by his sudden illogical fleeing. Rumil turned back to the group, shrugged and conversation continued.
Haldir was at a loss as to what to do. He could not flee permanantly. He had duties. He was the Marchwarden. He could not just run away from his home either. And Lorelie, how could he in good conscience run away from her? She was alone now. Not a soul left in her life, save for him.
Slowly he inched towards the tree that held the flet she rest upon. As if it were a snake ready to strike, he attempted to dodge it’s venemous touch, telling himself she was a human and humans would care for her as he could not. That once recovered she would go to another town, perhaps even a city elsewhere where humans dwelled. Hopefully somewhere safe, for he knew he would worry for her always, long after she must surely have passed on.
But as he stood there, at the foot of the tree gazing up to where he knew she lay his heart ached with the feelings that he denied. He knew he would never rest easy if she were to leave his side. His heart would ache painfully with every moment she spent away from him if he let her go.
He knew he would travel the entirety of Arda to search for her if she left. He knew he loved her. When that had occurred he could not tell you however. Perhaps it was a slow developing love. Or perhaps it had suddenly sprung upon him when he thought she had been lost to him forever. But whenever it had happened, he knew it in his heart, and his head now.
Could she ever accept it now? Or would she simply think he was pittying her as she was alone in the world. He had afterall pushed her away, told her that a love between them could never be.
Grasping the rope that hung from the tree top, he slowly pulled himself to where the flet rested upon several branches. He could see her still form, face turned from him towards the heavens. Her shoulders shook every few minutes as if she were releasing her emotions in short intervals.
He longed to go to her with every fibre of his being, but yet he remained, motionless and watching. Suddenly she began to weep without restraint, her shoulders crumpling in on herself, her head bent and shaking back and forth as if she were talking herself out of something. And then she moaned, and the moan seemed to sound as though she had said “Oh Haldir”.
And at that moment he could not hold it in any longer. Every moment he’d spent with her, and every hurt he had soothed over time caught up with him and the love he felt for her in that moment was overwhelming. He rushed to her side, and wrapped his arms around her, placing his head on top of hers.
“I am here.” He whispered as he rocked them both slowly side to side.
She tried to pull away, to resist his comfort, but he would not allow it. She was his in that moment, and she would not run from his love, as he had hers.
“Haldir” She quivered, his name sounding broken, whispered.
“Do not leave me.” She spoke after they had sat that way for some time.
He smiled into her hair, and held tighter to her if that were even possible.
“You think badly of me, I would never Melamin”
Some time passed, and Haldir sat worredly below with a group of wardens as they consumed their evening meal. They told stories, and laughed together as though an entire village had not just been wiped out before their eyes.
He longed with his whole heart to leave these foolish elves, and go to her. Take her in his arms, and soothe all her worries, and tears away. But he knew he could not. He knew were he to do so his heart would be swayed in such a way he could never leave her. He would belong to her, forsaking all else, even his duties as Marchwarden.
He knew he could not give her his heart wholly. And yet a nagging voice within his head insisted he already had done so. Covering his ears, a vain attempt to protect himself from such sentiment, he stood, and ran from the circle of elves seated there.
All heads turned to watch him go, alerted by his sudden illogical fleeing. Rumil turned back to the group, shrugged and conversation continued.
Haldir was at a loss as to what to do. He could not flee permanantly. He had duties. He was the Marchwarden. He could not just run away from his home either. And Lorelie, how could he in good conscience run away from her? She was alone now. Not a soul left in her life, save for him.
Slowly he inched towards the tree that held the flet she rest upon. As if it were a snake ready to strike, he attempted to dodge it’s venemous touch, telling himself she was a human and humans would care for her as he could not. That once recovered she would go to another town, perhaps even a city elsewhere where humans dwelled. Hopefully somewhere safe, for he knew he would worry for her always, long after she must surely have passed on.
But as he stood there, at the foot of the tree gazing up to where he knew she lay his heart ached with the feelings that he denied. He knew he would never rest easy if she were to leave his side. His heart would ache painfully with every moment she spent away from him if he let her go.
He knew he would travel the entirety of Arda to search for her if she left. He knew he loved her. When that had occurred he could not tell you however. Perhaps it was a slow developing love. Or perhaps it had suddenly sprung upon him when he thought she had been lost to him forever. But whenever it had happened, he knew it in his heart, and his head now.
Could she ever accept it now? Or would she simply think he was pittying her as she was alone in the world. He had afterall pushed her away, told her that a love between them could never be.
Grasping the rope that hung from the tree top, he slowly pulled himself to where the flet rested upon several branches. He could see her still form, face turned from him towards the heavens. Her shoulders shook every few minutes as if she were releasing her emotions in short intervals.
He longed to go to her with every fibre of his being, but yet he remained, motionless and watching. Suddenly she began to weep without restraint, her shoulders crumpling in on herself, her head bent and shaking back and forth as if she were talking herself out of something. And then she moaned, and the moan seemed to sound as though she had said “Oh Haldir”.
And at that moment he could not hold it in any longer. Every moment he’d spent with her, and every hurt he had soothed over time caught up with him and the love he felt for her in that moment was overwhelming. He rushed to her side, and wrapped his arms around her, placing his head on top of hers.
“I am here.” He whispered as he rocked them both slowly side to side.
She tried to pull away, to resist his comfort, but he would not allow it. She was his in that moment, and she would not run from his love, as he had hers.
“Haldir” She quivered, his name sounding broken, whispered.
“Do not leave me.” She spoke after they had sat that way for some time.
He smiled into her hair, and held tighter to her if that were even possible.
“You think badly of me, I would never Melamin”