Comfort For A Lonely Lord
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Comfort For A Lonely Lord
Title: Comfort for a Lonely Lord
Author: Janalynn27
Type: Double-Drabble
Pairing: Kinda Elrond/Haldir
Warnings: Angst
Rating: G
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine. They belong to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. No disrespect is intended and no profit is being made.
Summary: For the lotrallslash yahoo group Daily Drabble: March 22 : prompt: ‘lonely’ The Lord of Imladris is grieving after the sailing of his wife Celebrían
Author's Note: This is an expansion a scene from my Elrond/Haldir pairing from my Hidden Love and Many Blessings fics.
Haldir watched the Lord of Imladris from a distance. His heart hurt for this Lord, who had just returned from sending his wife across the sea in hopes of healing her battered soul. How Lord Elrond put forth a brave face, letting everyone lean on him, for their sorrow of the lost of their Lady and Naneth (Mother). Even from this far away, Haldir saw how lonely the Lord felt, saw it in his eyes. Well he understood what Lord Elrond was feeling, for he had lost loved ones and had to be strong for those that he cared for. To this day, he had never shown his hurt to another over the lost of his parents, even to his brothers.
Elrond walked into his bedchamber, head bowed as silent tears started to fall. Too tired to disrobe, he kicked off his shoes and fell upon the bed, his tears silent no more. So distraught was he that he never noticed the presence of another in his room until a body lay behind him and strong arms wrapped around him tightly. Tensing, Elrond turned and stared in the deep blue eyes of the Galadhel Haldir. The Lord searched those blue eyes and seeing only understanding and a silent offer of comfort, Elrond buried his face against the Marchwarden’s chest, letting his emotions loose.
Haldir lay there, holding Lord Elrond all night, neither of them speaking a word. Finally Elrond’s tears exhausted him and he fell into a fitful reverie. As dawn approached, Haldir carefully slipped out of the bed. Leaning over the dark-haired Lord he smoothed his brow, “Shh, be at peace,” he whispered.
He straightened and looked down at the sorrowful soul. How right it felt to hold this Lord in his arms. He had come to sooth this soul, to give a little respite, comfort to the Lord of Imladris, but the Marchwarden had garnered some of his own. Finally tearing his eyes from the sleeping ellon (m. elf), he sat down at a desk and penned a letter to the Lord who had unwittingly captured a part of his heart.
Elrond walked into his office and closed the door, leaning upon it to catch his breath. He did not know how he would have made it through this day had it not been for the Marchwarden Haldir’s quiet comfort through the night. But come morning, Haldir was no where to be found, and Elrond was hurt and disappointed that he did not have a chance to thank him for his comfort. Sighing dejectedly, he walked to sit down behind his desk and saw a letter sitting on top of it, bearing his name. Elrond carefully opened it and read what lay inside:
My Lord Elrond,
I apologize for not telling you goodbye in person, but I found myself at a loss for words and could not think of any that could possibly express my sadness for your loss. I hope, that in some small part, I was able to give you some comfort.
Your devoted servant,
Haldir o Lothlórien
Slowly, he pressed the letter to his chest and closed his eyes, smiling for the first time in days.
The End
Author: Janalynn27
Type: Double-Drabble
Pairing: Kinda Elrond/Haldir
Warnings: Angst
Rating: G
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine. They belong to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. No disrespect is intended and no profit is being made.
Summary: For the lotrallslash yahoo group Daily Drabble: March 22 : prompt: ‘lonely’ The Lord of Imladris is grieving after the sailing of his wife Celebrían
Author's Note: This is an expansion a scene from my Elrond/Haldir pairing from my Hidden Love and Many Blessings fics.
Haldir watched the Lord of Imladris from a distance. His heart hurt for this Lord, who had just returned from sending his wife across the sea in hopes of healing her battered soul. How Lord Elrond put forth a brave face, letting everyone lean on him, for their sorrow of the lost of their Lady and Naneth (Mother). Even from this far away, Haldir saw how lonely the Lord felt, saw it in his eyes. Well he understood what Lord Elrond was feeling, for he had lost loved ones and had to be strong for those that he cared for. To this day, he had never shown his hurt to another over the lost of his parents, even to his brothers.
Elrond walked into his bedchamber, head bowed as silent tears started to fall. Too tired to disrobe, he kicked off his shoes and fell upon the bed, his tears silent no more. So distraught was he that he never noticed the presence of another in his room until a body lay behind him and strong arms wrapped around him tightly. Tensing, Elrond turned and stared in the deep blue eyes of the Galadhel Haldir. The Lord searched those blue eyes and seeing only understanding and a silent offer of comfort, Elrond buried his face against the Marchwarden’s chest, letting his emotions loose.
Haldir lay there, holding Lord Elrond all night, neither of them speaking a word. Finally Elrond’s tears exhausted him and he fell into a fitful reverie. As dawn approached, Haldir carefully slipped out of the bed. Leaning over the dark-haired Lord he smoothed his brow, “Shh, be at peace,” he whispered.
He straightened and looked down at the sorrowful soul. How right it felt to hold this Lord in his arms. He had come to sooth this soul, to give a little respite, comfort to the Lord of Imladris, but the Marchwarden had garnered some of his own. Finally tearing his eyes from the sleeping ellon (m. elf), he sat down at a desk and penned a letter to the Lord who had unwittingly captured a part of his heart.
Elrond walked into his office and closed the door, leaning upon it to catch his breath. He did not know how he would have made it through this day had it not been for the Marchwarden Haldir’s quiet comfort through the night. But come morning, Haldir was no where to be found, and Elrond was hurt and disappointed that he did not have a chance to thank him for his comfort. Sighing dejectedly, he walked to sit down behind his desk and saw a letter sitting on top of it, bearing his name. Elrond carefully opened it and read what lay inside:
My Lord Elrond,
I apologize for not telling you goodbye in person, but I found myself at a loss for words and could not think of any that could possibly express my sadness for your loss. I hope, that in some small part, I was able to give you some comfort.
Your devoted servant,
Haldir o Lothlórien
Slowly, he pressed the letter to his chest and closed his eyes, smiling for the first time in days.
The End