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chapter 8
Chapter 8
Some time passed as Lorelie knelt upon the cool soft grass in the field before she drifted off into a fitful sleep. Dreams haunted her still, dreams of her mother, dreams of the attack on her village when she was young, and dreams of Rana lying upon her death bed, old and wrinkled. The dreams disturbed her greatly, but she did not wake from them.
--
“The parties from Rivendell arrive in eleven days time. Once they have arrived time shall be taken to become aquainted as I feel you should know your fellow warriors before you march with them into battle. We depart Lorien in twenty days. You may rotate your posts as you see fit to spend time with loved ones, and to prepare your homes for your departure.
“None must come, but as Galadhrim I feel I duty to protect our home, and Middle Earth is our home until. All of us, until the call of the sea is heard this is our home. Thus I go to protect it. I shall feel great honor to have each one of you beside me in this, but the choice is yours alone to make.”
Haldir looked upon the guards posted on the Northern border with pride. This was the fourth and final time he would find himself giving this planned speech. Each time his heart swelled with the determined looks of these brave Elves as each came to him to pledge their allegence to Lorien, and willingness to fight alongside him in this battle that none were required to fight. As Galadhrim they swore to protect their fair lands, but it was made certain all knew that joining Haldir in this quest was their choice to make.
Now Haldir sat upon the frontmost flet on the Northern border simply gazing out across the plains, eyes watching, but not seeing. He was weary, not of body but of heart and he knew this would not bode well for him when going into battle. Something had to be done, he had to mend things with Lorelie for the very thought of her tugged painfully at his heart.
He reflected upon time spent with her over the years. Time that would feel but a moment to him as an immortal were among the most precious years of his long life, as well as some of the most painful.
--
Haldir was a wreck, an absolute wreck. His brothers had never seen him behave in such a way. It was absolutely unheard of for Haldir to be so worried over a person, and yet completely furious with her in the same breath.
“LORELIE!” He boomed. “What were you thinking following that deer?! Did you not smell that foul creature looming in the trees?”
He paced the flet where the young girl of 15 sat propped up on her elbows wincing in pain as Orophin tended to a severe gash in her leg. She had been lucky to get away so unscathed but still Haldir raged on.
“One can smell those vile creatures from miles away, Elf or no!” He turned and glanced down at her on the floor, wincing along with her as his brother poured what he knew to be a very painful disinfectant over her cut.
“You should know better by now with all the time you have spent among the Galadhrim! What am I going to do with you? I cannot have you coming to the woods of Lorien bringing all manner of dark creatures trailing behind! You must learn to move as one of us! You must learn to travel and not be tracked! AND YOU MUST NEVER FOLLOW WOUNDED WOODLAND CREATURES!”
At the sound of his voice, so demanding, so fearful the young girl shuddered, and shut her eyes, a few stray tears slipping past her eyelids.
“Haldir, I think she has learned her lesson. Perhaps you are being too hard on her.” Rumil offered from a dark corner of the flet.
“Are you finished Orophin?” Haldir asked, ignoring his other brother’s comment.
“Just about, all that remains is for the wound to be bandaged.” Orophin pulled a long piece of white gauze out of a bag that sat at his feet. Haldir stole it from his hand before he was allowed the oppurtunity to begin bandaging it however.
“I shall attend to this. You two may go, be sure that foul thing is removed from the forest.” Haldir ordered, kneeling before Lorelie who sat shuddering, tears falling freely from her eyes.
When his brothers had left Haldir turned again to Lorelie, and taking the bandage in hand, he carefully wound it around her leg. Once complete he noticed the voilent shuddering Lorelie had been inflicted with moments before had stopped, and all that remained of the tears were bright streaks down her dirty face.
He sighed, and reached a hand out to cradle her face in it, gently stroking away the trails her tears had taken down her face. The girl exhaled as if she had been holding her breath the whole length of his ranting, and whimpered.
“Lorelie.” He whispered, willing her to open her eyes.
“Haldir,” She began, voice shaky. “I’m scared.” She finished, opening her eyes, and throwing her arms around his neck.
“I know, I know you’re scared. You must promise me Lorelie, that you will never do anything like that again. I simply could not bare for anything to happen to you. I am sorry for how I yelled. I only did so because I was just as frightened as you young one. I did not want anything bad to happen to you.”
Lorelie sniffled, and pulled her face from the crook of his neck where she had been crying for the past few moments. She looked into his face, her eyes connecting with his to find that he as well was frightened. Frightened to lose her.
“I just wanted to help her.” She cried, closing her eyes once more. “I thought she must have a baby somewhere, and being hurt she wouldn’t be able to care for it anymore.”
Haldir sighed, and shook his head sadly.
“I know little one, I know that you wished only to help it. But in the future come to me first. We will find the animal together, and help it.”
Lorelie nodded, and replaced her face in the crook of his neck, her arms suddenly tigher about his neck than they had been before.
--
Haldir was startled out of his thoughts by a sudden ear piercing scream, and much scrambling about on the flets behind him.
“The village!” He heard a fellow warden call out. “It’s in flames!” Another called out, while another called out as well. “It’s under attack! Look, Ocs! Orcs everywhere!”
Immediately his eyes darted to the village to find their words to be true. Orcs, rather large Orcs swarmed about the village setting fire to the meager homes, and stealing what they could. His eyes flew to the small cabin he knew to be Lorelie’s only to find it completely aflame.
Haldir jumped to his feet, and pulling his bow from a hook upon a branch, and his quiver full of arrows from the floor of the flet he fell silently to the ground. He looked around to find that others were following his actions and jumping to the ground as well, all armed.
He ran, he had never run so in his life. He felt as though he would soon take to flight. ‘If only I had wings.’ He thought bitterly.
--
Screams, screams, and low rumbling sounds. The sound of fire! She woke with a start, and frantically looked around her. First her eyes fell upon Lothlorien for that was where her heart lie. Finding nothing amiss there she turned to find the horror of her village under attack, and burning to the ground.
She nearly screamed but stopped herself when her eyes fell upon several of the horrid beasts that no doubt were responsible for the destruction of her home running in her direction. With a gasp, and a muffled cry she once again lay low in the tall grass, eyes darting about for a means of escape. She crawled quietly towards where she knew there to be a cluster of trees, head low in the grass, only popping up momentarily to judge her direction.
Suddenly harsh, smelly hands pulled her roughly from the ground to kneel before it. It was an Orc, or no it was no Orc. This thing was far bigger than any of the Orc’s that had passed Lothlorien, and she had seen killed. No, this thing was far more frightening than the snively, disgusting Orcs. Those she could look upon now with only disgust. This new creature sent fear through her, down to her very soul.
“What’s this, a little girl hiding out in the grass?” The creature growled out, in hard Westron, painful to her ears.
She screetched, and tried to pull away, scratching at it’s hands where it gripped her upper arms.
“Release me!” She screamed.
“What would I want to do that for?” The creature asked, removing a hand from her arm to run it from the base of her throat down.
A horrible shudder wracked her body, a shudder of revulsion, and she began struggling and shrieking for help. Instantly a hand clamped over her mouth, and the other around her waist, lifting her from her kneeling position on the ground.
“Quiet now little girl. Wouldn’t want those nasty Elves to see us, and spoil our now now would we?” He growled.
Elves, her mind immediately grasped onto the word as her only source of hope. They must be coming, and if they were coming Haldir would be with them. He would stop this, she knew it.
Suddenly a the creature made a horrible grunting sound, and released a scream that one would not know to be a scream. It sounded more like a growl to her, but she knew from the level of the sound it must be a scream. She was released from the creatures arms, and dropped to the ground.
Almost instantly, as she looked up to see what had happened the creature fell to it’s knees, then fell forward into her, her head coliding with it’s chest armor with a sickening sound.
Some time passed as Lorelie knelt upon the cool soft grass in the field before she drifted off into a fitful sleep. Dreams haunted her still, dreams of her mother, dreams of the attack on her village when she was young, and dreams of Rana lying upon her death bed, old and wrinkled. The dreams disturbed her greatly, but she did not wake from them.
--
“The parties from Rivendell arrive in eleven days time. Once they have arrived time shall be taken to become aquainted as I feel you should know your fellow warriors before you march with them into battle. We depart Lorien in twenty days. You may rotate your posts as you see fit to spend time with loved ones, and to prepare your homes for your departure.
“None must come, but as Galadhrim I feel I duty to protect our home, and Middle Earth is our home until. All of us, until the call of the sea is heard this is our home. Thus I go to protect it. I shall feel great honor to have each one of you beside me in this, but the choice is yours alone to make.”
Haldir looked upon the guards posted on the Northern border with pride. This was the fourth and final time he would find himself giving this planned speech. Each time his heart swelled with the determined looks of these brave Elves as each came to him to pledge their allegence to Lorien, and willingness to fight alongside him in this battle that none were required to fight. As Galadhrim they swore to protect their fair lands, but it was made certain all knew that joining Haldir in this quest was their choice to make.
Now Haldir sat upon the frontmost flet on the Northern border simply gazing out across the plains, eyes watching, but not seeing. He was weary, not of body but of heart and he knew this would not bode well for him when going into battle. Something had to be done, he had to mend things with Lorelie for the very thought of her tugged painfully at his heart.
He reflected upon time spent with her over the years. Time that would feel but a moment to him as an immortal were among the most precious years of his long life, as well as some of the most painful.
--
Haldir was a wreck, an absolute wreck. His brothers had never seen him behave in such a way. It was absolutely unheard of for Haldir to be so worried over a person, and yet completely furious with her in the same breath.
“LORELIE!” He boomed. “What were you thinking following that deer?! Did you not smell that foul creature looming in the trees?”
He paced the flet where the young girl of 15 sat propped up on her elbows wincing in pain as Orophin tended to a severe gash in her leg. She had been lucky to get away so unscathed but still Haldir raged on.
“One can smell those vile creatures from miles away, Elf or no!” He turned and glanced down at her on the floor, wincing along with her as his brother poured what he knew to be a very painful disinfectant over her cut.
“You should know better by now with all the time you have spent among the Galadhrim! What am I going to do with you? I cannot have you coming to the woods of Lorien bringing all manner of dark creatures trailing behind! You must learn to move as one of us! You must learn to travel and not be tracked! AND YOU MUST NEVER FOLLOW WOUNDED WOODLAND CREATURES!”
At the sound of his voice, so demanding, so fearful the young girl shuddered, and shut her eyes, a few stray tears slipping past her eyelids.
“Haldir, I think she has learned her lesson. Perhaps you are being too hard on her.” Rumil offered from a dark corner of the flet.
“Are you finished Orophin?” Haldir asked, ignoring his other brother’s comment.
“Just about, all that remains is for the wound to be bandaged.” Orophin pulled a long piece of white gauze out of a bag that sat at his feet. Haldir stole it from his hand before he was allowed the oppurtunity to begin bandaging it however.
“I shall attend to this. You two may go, be sure that foul thing is removed from the forest.” Haldir ordered, kneeling before Lorelie who sat shuddering, tears falling freely from her eyes.
When his brothers had left Haldir turned again to Lorelie, and taking the bandage in hand, he carefully wound it around her leg. Once complete he noticed the voilent shuddering Lorelie had been inflicted with moments before had stopped, and all that remained of the tears were bright streaks down her dirty face.
He sighed, and reached a hand out to cradle her face in it, gently stroking away the trails her tears had taken down her face. The girl exhaled as if she had been holding her breath the whole length of his ranting, and whimpered.
“Lorelie.” He whispered, willing her to open her eyes.
“Haldir,” She began, voice shaky. “I’m scared.” She finished, opening her eyes, and throwing her arms around his neck.
“I know, I know you’re scared. You must promise me Lorelie, that you will never do anything like that again. I simply could not bare for anything to happen to you. I am sorry for how I yelled. I only did so because I was just as frightened as you young one. I did not want anything bad to happen to you.”
Lorelie sniffled, and pulled her face from the crook of his neck where she had been crying for the past few moments. She looked into his face, her eyes connecting with his to find that he as well was frightened. Frightened to lose her.
“I just wanted to help her.” She cried, closing her eyes once more. “I thought she must have a baby somewhere, and being hurt she wouldn’t be able to care for it anymore.”
Haldir sighed, and shook his head sadly.
“I know little one, I know that you wished only to help it. But in the future come to me first. We will find the animal together, and help it.”
Lorelie nodded, and replaced her face in the crook of his neck, her arms suddenly tigher about his neck than they had been before.
--
Haldir was startled out of his thoughts by a sudden ear piercing scream, and much scrambling about on the flets behind him.
“The village!” He heard a fellow warden call out. “It’s in flames!” Another called out, while another called out as well. “It’s under attack! Look, Ocs! Orcs everywhere!”
Immediately his eyes darted to the village to find their words to be true. Orcs, rather large Orcs swarmed about the village setting fire to the meager homes, and stealing what they could. His eyes flew to the small cabin he knew to be Lorelie’s only to find it completely aflame.
Haldir jumped to his feet, and pulling his bow from a hook upon a branch, and his quiver full of arrows from the floor of the flet he fell silently to the ground. He looked around to find that others were following his actions and jumping to the ground as well, all armed.
He ran, he had never run so in his life. He felt as though he would soon take to flight. ‘If only I had wings.’ He thought bitterly.
--
Screams, screams, and low rumbling sounds. The sound of fire! She woke with a start, and frantically looked around her. First her eyes fell upon Lothlorien for that was where her heart lie. Finding nothing amiss there she turned to find the horror of her village under attack, and burning to the ground.
She nearly screamed but stopped herself when her eyes fell upon several of the horrid beasts that no doubt were responsible for the destruction of her home running in her direction. With a gasp, and a muffled cry she once again lay low in the tall grass, eyes darting about for a means of escape. She crawled quietly towards where she knew there to be a cluster of trees, head low in the grass, only popping up momentarily to judge her direction.
Suddenly harsh, smelly hands pulled her roughly from the ground to kneel before it. It was an Orc, or no it was no Orc. This thing was far bigger than any of the Orc’s that had passed Lothlorien, and she had seen killed. No, this thing was far more frightening than the snively, disgusting Orcs. Those she could look upon now with only disgust. This new creature sent fear through her, down to her very soul.
“What’s this, a little girl hiding out in the grass?” The creature growled out, in hard Westron, painful to her ears.
She screetched, and tried to pull away, scratching at it’s hands where it gripped her upper arms.
“Release me!” She screamed.
“What would I want to do that for?” The creature asked, removing a hand from her arm to run it from the base of her throat down.
A horrible shudder wracked her body, a shudder of revulsion, and she began struggling and shrieking for help. Instantly a hand clamped over her mouth, and the other around her waist, lifting her from her kneeling position on the ground.
“Quiet now little girl. Wouldn’t want those nasty Elves to see us, and spoil our now now would we?” He growled.
Elves, her mind immediately grasped onto the word as her only source of hope. They must be coming, and if they were coming Haldir would be with them. He would stop this, she knew it.
Suddenly a the creature made a horrible grunting sound, and released a scream that one would not know to be a scream. It sounded more like a growl to her, but she knew from the level of the sound it must be a scream. She was released from the creatures arms, and dropped to the ground.
Almost instantly, as she looked up to see what had happened the creature fell to it’s knees, then fell forward into her, her head coliding with it’s chest armor with a sickening sound.