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Love and Hate, Alliances Made, Chapter 4
Title: Love and Hate, Alliances Made, Chapter 4
Author: Sim
Pairings: Glorfindel / Herugil (OMC), Thranduil / Haldir, Rúmil / Lindir
Summary: Elves are lost, Elves are found and Alliances are made
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me, nor do I make any money from my writings, it’s just a daydream, honestly, I’ll return them to canon as soon as I’m done.
Beta: Jilly – All remaining mistakes are mine
Feedback: Yes Please :o)
Warnings: AU, Slash,
“Your move.”
The border guard turned his head from the view of the forest to look at his companion and their game.
“The pursuit is over; I think the spiders have lost their quarry.” He said thoughtfully. “That screech always sets my nerves on edge.”
“Aye, well I am glad, it was a long chase and whatever the prey was, that animal deserved to live.”
“To die another day?”
The guard sighed, “Such is the way of this land. I cannot blame my wife for wishing to move to Imladris.”
“Will you go, Lingaer?”
“Aye, I expect so, if this alliance is made.”
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Haldir slowly regained consciousness, confusion assaulting him as his befuddled mind wondered why he was lying face down in the mud. His memories returned in a rush and once more he scrambled to his feet, wondering why he no longer heard the call of the oaks, and looked about him in confusion.
Where once the forest had stretched out never-ending before him, he now saw that he was standing in a cultivated garden, and though somewhat overgrown, it possessed a charm that those places that appear forgotten in time often do and to his delight, to one side of the oak tree stood a small cottage.
He whipped about to face the way he had come to see that there was no hawthorn hedge obscuring his view into the dell and the spiders just stood there. Confused, he walked to the oak and laid a hand upon the bark.
He grinned, they were safe. Shifting the elf that was still strapped to his back he made his way to the cottage door. He knocked, and receiving no answer tried the handle, the door swinging open easily.
He entered the main living space and sat upon the bed, eager now to see to the welfare of his passenger. As he cut the bonds, the golden haired elf fell limply to the bed and Haldir assessed the damage done, talking softly as he did so.
“You have no injuries that I can see, save those made by our flight. No broken bones and your breathing and heart sound strong.” He cocked a brow, “Perhaps it is the way of the woodland kin to sleep through their adventures? Why do you sleep?”
Haldir’s thoughts travelled back to the clearing and to the pose of the elf when he had come upon him and suddenly he understood. “That was the enchanted river was it not? You were pitched into the water I think.” He said thoughtfully as he idly played with a loose strand of golden hair.
His brow furrowed, “Will you wake? Or do you need a healer? We are in a predicament are we not? For I know not how to help you,” Haldir sighed. “”I think I should get you more comfortable and then explore this place before night comes.”
He rolled the golden haired elf onto his stomach and untied the quiver and knives from his back. “Your weapons are stubborn, my friend, that they refuse to leave you despite your fall and our flight; I can see a time when we shall be grateful for that.”
“Clothes next, fair one, for you are damp,” Haldir stated teasingly as he stripped the slumbering elf, and after drying off his skin, tucked the elf’s lean form beneath the bedding.
Stripping off his own clothes Haldir’s eyes came to look at his surrounding and he gave a low whistle. “If this cottage were not so small I would think we had found ourselves at the royal palace!” The small cottage was furnished in the very finest furniture and a tapestry of exceptionally high quality hung upon one wall, giving the room a cosy feel. Haldir ran a finger along the top of a table. “Clean too, though I daresay this place is not well used, I hope that means that we will have company before long and I can return you to wherever it is that you belong and be on my way.”
Naked now, he opened his saddlebags to find the contents dirty and damp, he sighed pulling out his spare clothes and tossing them into a pile alongside the clothes he had just taken off.
“It seems I am to go naked…unless?” He rose and padded over to the wardrobe, opening the heavy doors, smiling broadly when he saw the contents. Pulling out a richly embroidered blue tunic he laughed, “This one seems to be the plainest, we are fortunate that my brother Orophin is not with us, he would be in raptures over all these fine clothes, and quickly bore us.” He looked thoughtful for a moment, “I daresay this would look fine on you, my friend, from forester to king in a change of clothes.” He laughed.
Finding the tunic a little tight he settled on a billowing white undershirt and thankfully the borrowed leggings fit well enough. After changing into clean clothes Haldir lit the ready laid fire in the hearth and set about lighting the candles to brighten the room, now that dusk was rapidly turning into night.
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Author's Notes: Naira, thank you so much for your comments
Author: Sim
Pairings: Glorfindel / Herugil (OMC), Thranduil / Haldir, Rúmil / Lindir
Summary: Elves are lost, Elves are found and Alliances are made
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me, nor do I make any money from my writings, it’s just a daydream, honestly, I’ll return them to canon as soon as I’m done.
Beta: Jilly – All remaining mistakes are mine
Feedback: Yes Please :o)
Warnings: AU, Slash,
“Your move.”
The border guard turned his head from the view of the forest to look at his companion and their game.
“The pursuit is over; I think the spiders have lost their quarry.” He said thoughtfully. “That screech always sets my nerves on edge.”
“Aye, well I am glad, it was a long chase and whatever the prey was, that animal deserved to live.”
“To die another day?”
The guard sighed, “Such is the way of this land. I cannot blame my wife for wishing to move to Imladris.”
“Will you go, Lingaer?”
“Aye, I expect so, if this alliance is made.”
-
Haldir slowly regained consciousness, confusion assaulting him as his befuddled mind wondered why he was lying face down in the mud. His memories returned in a rush and once more he scrambled to his feet, wondering why he no longer heard the call of the oaks, and looked about him in confusion.
Where once the forest had stretched out never-ending before him, he now saw that he was standing in a cultivated garden, and though somewhat overgrown, it possessed a charm that those places that appear forgotten in time often do and to his delight, to one side of the oak tree stood a small cottage.
He whipped about to face the way he had come to see that there was no hawthorn hedge obscuring his view into the dell and the spiders just stood there. Confused, he walked to the oak and laid a hand upon the bark.
He grinned, they were safe. Shifting the elf that was still strapped to his back he made his way to the cottage door. He knocked, and receiving no answer tried the handle, the door swinging open easily.
He entered the main living space and sat upon the bed, eager now to see to the welfare of his passenger. As he cut the bonds, the golden haired elf fell limply to the bed and Haldir assessed the damage done, talking softly as he did so.
“You have no injuries that I can see, save those made by our flight. No broken bones and your breathing and heart sound strong.” He cocked a brow, “Perhaps it is the way of the woodland kin to sleep through their adventures? Why do you sleep?”
Haldir’s thoughts travelled back to the clearing and to the pose of the elf when he had come upon him and suddenly he understood. “That was the enchanted river was it not? You were pitched into the water I think.” He said thoughtfully as he idly played with a loose strand of golden hair.
His brow furrowed, “Will you wake? Or do you need a healer? We are in a predicament are we not? For I know not how to help you,” Haldir sighed. “”I think I should get you more comfortable and then explore this place before night comes.”
He rolled the golden haired elf onto his stomach and untied the quiver and knives from his back. “Your weapons are stubborn, my friend, that they refuse to leave you despite your fall and our flight; I can see a time when we shall be grateful for that.”
“Clothes next, fair one, for you are damp,” Haldir stated teasingly as he stripped the slumbering elf, and after drying off his skin, tucked the elf’s lean form beneath the bedding.
Stripping off his own clothes Haldir’s eyes came to look at his surrounding and he gave a low whistle. “If this cottage were not so small I would think we had found ourselves at the royal palace!” The small cottage was furnished in the very finest furniture and a tapestry of exceptionally high quality hung upon one wall, giving the room a cosy feel. Haldir ran a finger along the top of a table. “Clean too, though I daresay this place is not well used, I hope that means that we will have company before long and I can return you to wherever it is that you belong and be on my way.”
Naked now, he opened his saddlebags to find the contents dirty and damp, he sighed pulling out his spare clothes and tossing them into a pile alongside the clothes he had just taken off.
“It seems I am to go naked…unless?” He rose and padded over to the wardrobe, opening the heavy doors, smiling broadly when he saw the contents. Pulling out a richly embroidered blue tunic he laughed, “This one seems to be the plainest, we are fortunate that my brother Orophin is not with us, he would be in raptures over all these fine clothes, and quickly bore us.” He looked thoughtful for a moment, “I daresay this would look fine on you, my friend, from forester to king in a change of clothes.” He laughed.
Finding the tunic a little tight he settled on a billowing white undershirt and thankfully the borrowed leggings fit well enough. After changing into clean clothes Haldir lit the ready laid fire in the hearth and set about lighting the candles to brighten the room, now that dusk was rapidly turning into night.
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Author's Notes: Naira, thank you so much for your comments