Because of You, I Am Afraid
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Chapter 3
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A kaleidoscope of images danced in front of her eyes, snippets of her and Haldirs life together, over a lifetime ago.
The first time she saw him….
“- and one of our healers, Imrhienna, daughter of Malorean.” Haldir swept his gaze over her, making her blush prettily, as he took her hand in his, placing an insolent kiss upon the back of I, his tongue snaking out to taste her flesh, and rendering her speechless at his forwardness.
When he asked her permission to court her. Ask. Ha! Her unconscious mind thought….
“I will call upon you this evening then, my lady.”
“But I did not give my consent.”
He simply smiled his most devastating smile, and placed another of his scorching kisses upon the back of her hand, before drawing her close.
“Is that a no?” he murmured hotly.
The first time he had made love to her…
“Shhhh,” he whispered to her huskily, placing his fingers to her lips, his body hard and hot above hers.
“Let me,” he continued, before bringing both of his hands up and around her, cradling her to him, as she felt him slide inside of her. And then the delicious pain that came from him filling her, completing her.
The first argument they had ever had:
“Ï do not want you going to the borders again, Imrhienna” he said, pulling her closer.
“But Haldir, I-”
“No. I don’t want you going there anymore! Haven’t you seen how they look at you? It is not safe!”
She did not return his look.
“I could not live with myself if I let something happen to you…”
The day he banished her from the city…
He would not look at her. Finding himself unable to speak, he turned away, putting his back to her, and banished her whilst staring at the trees. “Once you step foot out of these borders, Imrhienna, you will no longer be welcome beneath these trees.”
She did not reply, instead turning, and walking resolutely away from the city, her small satchel over her shoulder.
And despite his every instinct, every fiber of his being demanding that he chase after her, and crush her to him, fall upon his knees and beg her forgiveness, he would not…
Her eyes snapped open. What a depressing montage. She groaned, covering her eyes with her hand at her own weakness. Remembering her own failing, her inability to deny Haldir anything, near shamed her.
“My Lady, are you alright? Can you stand?” Orophin asked, seeing her stirring.
“Who hit me?” she asked quietly, opening her eyes blearily.
The other wardens all looked pointedly at Orophin. Orophin looked sheepish.
The elleth looked as though she wanted to kill him.
“I did not think you would come otherwise Lady. It is well known that you forsake the elder for…”
“For what, warden? Men? If you are after my services, you have perhaps gone the wrong way about it. Twice. Assault and insults are not normally the way one asks for a favor.”
“I did not think you would help until you saw-”
“Do you not have one of your own kind to help him?” she asked, forcing herself from the bed, her head aching.
“Are you not of our kind?” Orophin could not resist asking, as she raked her hair back in to a rough braid.
“I will tell you this now, elf, it was not I who forsook the eldar. It was they who turned their back on me.”
“Will you at least look at my brother?” Orophin asked a little desperation creeping into his tone. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.
“Which one?” she asked warily, half of her dreading it was Haldir, the other half praying it was.
“Rumil,” Orophin said, fighting a smile.
“Quickly then. There are others who need my help this day too.”
She fully intended to bandage whatever wound this elf had, and be on her way, after a few more tart words to the warden who had the sheer nerve to knock her unconscious.
But one look at the pale Rumil, whose blood stained the bandages that had been used to try and staunch the grievous wounds, she could not simply walk away.
“I’ll need more linen, yards of it, and hot water, and Kingsfoil,” she said, before reaching into her hip purse, and pulling out a cooling balm.
“Kingsfoil?” Orophin looked a little confused.
“Atheleas,” she said, using the balm on Rumils forehead, having found the cool balm had eased others before. Orophin raced out, returning with a satchel of herbs, placing them beside her.
“I was afraid you would turn him away,” Orophin said quietly, watching her unbandage and poultice Rumils wounds.
“I am a healer, warden, whether eldar or not, it is not in me to turn away one in need.” and then she spoke no more, concentrating hard on the task at hand.
And then a sudden thought occurred to him. It was a shame that the elleth hadn’t killed him when she found out who had brought her here, because when Haldir returned and saw her, and she him, if she didn’t kill him them, Haldir most certainly would.
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A kaleidoscope of images danced in front of her eyes, snippets of her and Haldirs life together, over a lifetime ago.
The first time she saw him….
“- and one of our healers, Imrhienna, daughter of Malorean.” Haldir swept his gaze over her, making her blush prettily, as he took her hand in his, placing an insolent kiss upon the back of I, his tongue snaking out to taste her flesh, and rendering her speechless at his forwardness.
When he asked her permission to court her. Ask. Ha! Her unconscious mind thought….
“I will call upon you this evening then, my lady.”
“But I did not give my consent.”
He simply smiled his most devastating smile, and placed another of his scorching kisses upon the back of her hand, before drawing her close.
“Is that a no?” he murmured hotly.
The first time he had made love to her…
“Shhhh,” he whispered to her huskily, placing his fingers to her lips, his body hard and hot above hers.
“Let me,” he continued, before bringing both of his hands up and around her, cradling her to him, as she felt him slide inside of her. And then the delicious pain that came from him filling her, completing her.
The first argument they had ever had:
“Ï do not want you going to the borders again, Imrhienna” he said, pulling her closer.
“But Haldir, I-”
“No. I don’t want you going there anymore! Haven’t you seen how they look at you? It is not safe!”
She did not return his look.
“I could not live with myself if I let something happen to you…”
The day he banished her from the city…
He would not look at her. Finding himself unable to speak, he turned away, putting his back to her, and banished her whilst staring at the trees. “Once you step foot out of these borders, Imrhienna, you will no longer be welcome beneath these trees.”
She did not reply, instead turning, and walking resolutely away from the city, her small satchel over her shoulder.
And despite his every instinct, every fiber of his being demanding that he chase after her, and crush her to him, fall upon his knees and beg her forgiveness, he would not…
Her eyes snapped open. What a depressing montage. She groaned, covering her eyes with her hand at her own weakness. Remembering her own failing, her inability to deny Haldir anything, near shamed her.
“My Lady, are you alright? Can you stand?” Orophin asked, seeing her stirring.
“Who hit me?” she asked quietly, opening her eyes blearily.
The other wardens all looked pointedly at Orophin. Orophin looked sheepish.
The elleth looked as though she wanted to kill him.
“I did not think you would come otherwise Lady. It is well known that you forsake the elder for…”
“For what, warden? Men? If you are after my services, you have perhaps gone the wrong way about it. Twice. Assault and insults are not normally the way one asks for a favor.”
“I did not think you would help until you saw-”
“Do you not have one of your own kind to help him?” she asked, forcing herself from the bed, her head aching.
“Are you not of our kind?” Orophin could not resist asking, as she raked her hair back in to a rough braid.
“I will tell you this now, elf, it was not I who forsook the eldar. It was they who turned their back on me.”
“Will you at least look at my brother?” Orophin asked a little desperation creeping into his tone. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.
“Which one?” she asked warily, half of her dreading it was Haldir, the other half praying it was.
“Rumil,” Orophin said, fighting a smile.
“Quickly then. There are others who need my help this day too.”
She fully intended to bandage whatever wound this elf had, and be on her way, after a few more tart words to the warden who had the sheer nerve to knock her unconscious.
But one look at the pale Rumil, whose blood stained the bandages that had been used to try and staunch the grievous wounds, she could not simply walk away.
“I’ll need more linen, yards of it, and hot water, and Kingsfoil,” she said, before reaching into her hip purse, and pulling out a cooling balm.
“Kingsfoil?” Orophin looked a little confused.
“Atheleas,” she said, using the balm on Rumils forehead, having found the cool balm had eased others before. Orophin raced out, returning with a satchel of herbs, placing them beside her.
“I was afraid you would turn him away,” Orophin said quietly, watching her unbandage and poultice Rumils wounds.
“I am a healer, warden, whether eldar or not, it is not in me to turn away one in need.” and then she spoke no more, concentrating hard on the task at hand.
And then a sudden thought occurred to him. It was a shame that the elleth hadn’t killed him when she found out who had brought her here, because when Haldir returned and saw her, and she him, if she didn’t kill him them, Haldir most certainly would.
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