Title & Chapter Number: Guarded 8/?
Author(s): - Author's Index
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Rating: PG-13 (Will be rated higher in later chapters)
Disclaimer: J.R.R Tolkien and his heirs own Lord of the Rings and the characters he created. I have made no profit from this story.
Warnings: Het fic
Betas: Fianna & Julie
Cast: Haldir/OFC, Orophin, Rúmil, Galadriel, Celeborn, Aragorn, Elrond, Elrohir, Elladan, Arwen
Timeline: Pre-Fellowship to Fourth Age, 3001- 100
Spoilers: Haldir doesn't die.
Summary: Haldir of Lórien has protected the borders of Lothlórien and those of his heart for three thousand years with the utmost vigilance. Indil has learned from bitter experience to protect herself, but also to live as thought the sun will never rise again. Can he remain so well guarded against one who is determined to claim him for herself?
Notes: I loved Haldir when I read the Fellowship of the Ring and I thought that his death in the movie was unjust. This Haldir is a blend of the book and movie character and hopefully it works. There is a listing at the end of this chapter of Sindarin words and phrases.
Chapter Eight: Revelry
Indil stood before the large oval mirror on Arwen's wall and tried to calm her pounding heart. She still could not believe that Haldir had come to Rivendell. The memory of his handsome face as he gazed at her with his cool disdain had set her on fire.
How many years had she fantasized about seeing him once more?
As a child, she had loved him with all the innocent devotion of a dear friend, but her thoughts had remained with him over the years. While she had been wounded at receiving not even a letter from he who had saved her life, and Falathar's, Indil knew that he had not done so out of cruelty. Somewhere along the way as her body and mind had changed into a young woman, her love for him had changed as well.
She had the greatest respect for him both as a warrior and as an Elf, but something else lurked within her heart as well...
The mere thought of Haldir made her pulse race and a warm flush spread over her body. Indil had been horrified to have him see her looking so foul and had suppressed her desire to reveal her identity. She had spied on him as he had followed Glorfindel up the stairs; the look in his gray eyes as he caught her in the act had made her knees weak.
Had he seen through the layers of grime and recognized her? She wondered briefly, but pushed the thought away for fear of being overwhelmed.
A frown came over her face as she contemplated the heavily embroidered gown that seemed to cling to her curves. She did not wish Haldir to think that she was flaunting her body. "Arwen, are you certain that I should wear this gown? It emphasizes my bosom a bit much."
Arwen laughed as she emerged from the carved oak wardrobe on the far end of the room wearing a rich burgundy gown that showed off her beauty to perfection. Deep blue eyes twinkled in the candlelight as she began to brush her long dark hair. "Indil, you are a vision. To show off one's attributes is the point of all clothing."
Indil smoothed her long silk sleeves encrusted with silver thread as she turned away from the mirror with a sigh. "He will probably not even notice me with all the beautiful Eldarin ladies present." Indil had confessed her feelings to Arwen about Haldir a few years ago. "I do not know why I bother." Tiny tremors raced through her chest. "Gilraen told me that unions between Elves and mortals are wrong..."
"Indeed?" Arwen questioned with a raised eyebrow as she set down the silver brush in her hand. She pulled her bejeweled necklace around her slender throat and fastened it while she spoke. "Gilraen told Lord Aragorn the very same thing when he confessed his love for me to her. She had become very bitter and it aged her heart and mind prematurely, I fear. But, it does not excuse her hypocritical views."
"Hypocritical?" Indil questioned as Arwen turned her around and began to lace up the stays of her gown with nimble fingers. "How so? I thought her kind and wise in the years I spent with her."
Arwen stopped lacing up Indil's gown for a moment and stared into the shadows as her mind raced backwards. "I was living in Lothlórien with my grandparents when she came to us after Arathorn was killed. I visited here only once when my beloved was but a toddler. She was very beautiful, but filled with sorrow for her dead husband."
Indil swallowed at the thought. "She must have loved him greatly."
"Oh, she did," Arwen stated as she finished lacing up the gown and Indil turned to face her. "But she loved Erestor far more."
Indil stared in shock at the beautiful Elf. "Nay! You are teasing me!"
Arwen shook her head and began to arrange Indil's hair around her face. "I do not, Indil. Gilraen the Fair and Erestor were very much in love, but it was not meant to be. He could not give up the immortal life without dying immediately, as the choice was not appointed to him, and she was mortal. She perceived a great deal and knew the horrors that awaited her son in this life. The visions aged her too early and she grew afraid that Erestor, who remained ever youthful, would find her revolting."
A sigh echoed through the room as Arwen shook her head. "Gilraen would not listen to my father's counsel nor that of Erestor himself. Each of them tried to convince here to remain here in Rivendell until fate had run its course. She determined that the best way to end her suffering, and that of her beloved, was to leave Rivendell and dwell alone in her ancestral home. In the end she brought even greater misery upon herself and Erestor." She smiled gently. "He was not always so sour of disposition."
Indil thought for a moment. "Why do you tell me this, Arwen?"
"I have no wish to see you suffer needlessly as did Gilraen for I can tell you that love between mortal and Elf is the sweetest," she answered softly. "Now go and I shall see you at the feast."
A small grin crept across Indil's face as she edged towards the door. "You are glowing, milady. Has Aragorn returned?"
Arwen smiled and in that moment was the greatest vision of beauty in all of Middle-earth. "You see more than you credit yourself with, Indil. Now begone, you scamp."
Indil laughed and hurried from the room in order to give her friend the privacy she deserved. Besides, she wanted a little solitude and Arwen's private garden would offer just that.
~*~*~*~
The night was cool and refreshing as Haldir strolled through the gardens of Elrond. He paused as he came to a large clearing far from the main house. A smile drifted over his face as he caught sight of a bank of pure white lilies swaying delicately in the evening breeze. The perfume from the flowers was sweet, but not overpowering.
Haldir reached out and caressed one of the silky petals with a calloused fingertip. The softness made him think of female lips and the tender kisses they offered. A hardened warrior, he rarely gave much thought to the finer things in life. Of course, he enjoyed reading and listening to the poetry and songs of his people, but the times were dangerous and called for warriors more than poets. Often over the past few years he had been gripped with an obsession to find the life mate that Galadriel had predicted for him.
The thought of having a wife to return home to warmed his heart and his loins...
To make love to the female that would give birth to their children was a thought that fired erotic, sensual visions in his mind that at times not even an ice cold bath in the Nimrodel would relieve. His body felt less and less his own with each passing year as his desires mounted in empty frustration.
A soft humming teased his sensitive ears and he turned in time to see a lady step into the glade behind him.
"Oh, pardon me," she offered in a soft, husky voice as she began to step backward. "I did not mean to intrude on your solitude, milord."
Haldir was astonished at the vision of beauty before him and had to force himself to speak. "Nay, 'twas no intrusion, nín Brennil. I was just admiring the flowers." He felt ridiculous at his choice of words and the strained tone of his voice.
The lady halted and he was able to examine her more closely in the silvery moonlight. She was very lovely with a grace that spoke of high birth. Tall and slender, but possessing generous curves that her silken gown brought to the fore. Long hair the color of night fell around her shoulders like a soft cloud and exotic, almond-shaped eyes stared at him from above high cheekbones. Supple, bow-shaped lips beneath a small, pert nose rounded out features that were set in a heart-shaped face. Skin that was pale and flawless glowed in the light and he had the absurd desire to touch it.
He stared in amazement and wondered for just a moment if this was the creature he had been destined to meet.
"You like lilies?" She questioned with a tiny, shy smile.
Haldir nodded and remained frozen; fearful that the vision before him would disappear if he even breathed. "Aye, Brennil. They are among the most beautiful of flowers. I have never seen such a lush garden before."
The lady reached out and touched a nearby fern. "It is my favorite place here in Rivendell. This is Lady Arwen's garden and many a time I have worked in it during sun and rain." She gestured toward the woods beyond. "There are other gardens further out, but they have no flowers. I was headed there for a walk before the festivities begin."
"Would you care for an escort?" Haldir asked boldly.
She came toward him slowly wearing an expression of suppressed mischief. "You are ever the chivalrous Warden, Haldir o Lórien. I would be honored to accept such illustrious company."
Haldir frowned as he stared down into the lady's eyes. They did not have the ethereal glow that was possessed by his people, but they shone with a light that did not belong to mortal men either. There was something about her that tugged at his mind...
"You are the youth I spoke with earlier," Haldir accused in a soft voice. "Are you not?"
A blush stained her cheeks that he could see even in the moonlight. She cleared her throat and appeared to be embarrassed by his question. "I am," she answered as her eyes pierced his own. "You have my apologies for such rude behavior - I had not meant to run you over."
He felt uncomfortable suddenly; a strange sensation tingled along his nerves. "What is your name?"
"Do you not know it?" She retorted in an open challenge.
Haldir recoiled a bit as he regarded her without expression. He had always enjoyed those with spirit and this one, though shy at first glance, seemed to have her share, but he was not used to such brashness aimed at himself . "How can I know your name when I have only just made your acquaintance?"
A smile curved her lips and there was a sparkle in her eyes that made them seem as though stars danced within their depths. "Renich i lú i erui govannem?" She asked in a soft, teasing voice.
Do you remember the time we first met?
Haldir stared at the beautiful creature in confusion as his mind sifted through memory after memory before the knowledge came to him unbidden. It was impossible! In utter shock, he stared into her fair countenance. "You cannot be..."
The Dúnadan smiled as she drew back from him. "Oh, but I can." With a wink, Indil smiled at Haldir over her shoulder as she turned from the garden. "Gwennin in enninath, Haldir. It is not your fault that you did not recognize me for I have changed much. I will see you again, Gilfinnel."
The memory of the first time she used that name came to him and he almost smiled. She had changed from the fragile young girl that he had been so fond of. "Why are you leaving... Indil?" He asked quietly.
Indil looked nervous as she stopped at the edge of the garden where the stone path to the house began. "Do you not hear the music from inside? The festivities will begin shortly and Master Elrond will not forgive me if I do not take up the harp."
Haldir stared at the beautiful young woman that had grown from the lovely child he had known. It seemed incomprehensible that they were one in the same and yet he could see that they were. The knowledge seemed to turn his tongue into a piece of lead though he yearned to speak further with her. He could see hope in her eyes that he would follow her, but she quickly hid the expression and fled on the path back to the house when he remained where he was.
"You are wise, Haldir," Erestor said as he exited the shadowed recesses of the woods. "Mortals are not meant to join with the Eldar race for they are weak."
The March Warden turned with a frown and stared at the strangely sorrowful appearance of Elrond's chief counselor. "How long have you been there? I sensed no one in the forest."
Erestor seemed pleased, but remained expressionless as he came to stand beside the other Elf. "I am happy to hear that my ability to remain unseen has not diminished in my lengthy years of service to Elrond. I have not been here long, but it was enough time to observe that Indil is quite pleased to see you once more." A sly look came over the dark-haired Elf. "And I do believe that you are quite enthralled with the maiden."
"That would be none of your business even if it were true," Haldir retorted coldly. "I would think you have more important things to tend too aside from skulking in the trees."
The other Elf's face became suddenly wistful before assuming an expression of stone. "I was visiting the grave of a loved one in the gardens yonder." There was intensity in Erestor's dark eyes that burned like the flames of Udûn. "Mark my words, Haldir of Lórien, do not allow yourself to fall under the spell of any mortal unless you are prepared to live with the consequences forever."
Haldir flashed a questioning look at his unhappy companion. "What are the consequences that you speak of, Erestor?"
"The eternal parting of you both, of course," Erestor answered softly with a lost look in his eyes. "Surely it has not escaped the your famous all-seeing eyes that mortals die; that cannot be changed and it is best to leave them be if you value your own sanity and happiness"
Haldir shifted uneasily. "You sound as though you have personal experience in such matters."
Erestor began to walk towards the House of Elrond. His words echoed eerily under the moonlight, but he never turned to regard the other Elf. "I have seen and experienced more in the long ages of my life then you could dream of and I share the lessons with a full heart."
Haldir turned and regarded the bank of snow white lilies with a puzzled expression. Naturally, he had no feelings for Indil other than those of friendship and a deep admiration for the beauty she had become over the years. Yes, at first he had found her captivating beyond words, but now that he knew her true identity there could be nothing more.
He smiled in the secluded garden before turning and walking resolutely toward the house. For the first time he could remember, Haldir was looking forward to a party and he could treat Indil with the respect she deserved without fear of acting like a fool.
Haldir had perfect control over himself... just as he always did.
~*~*~*~
"Who are you?"
A gentle, tinkling laugh floated on the summer breeze with pollen and the smell of the salty sea air. The eyes that looked into his were as blue as the sky and filled with dazzling stars. They shone so brightly that Aragorn felt as though he were paralyzed where he stood.
He tried not to look upon the partially nude female that stood knee-deep in the sea with her golden flesh gleaming in the late afternoon sun. Drops of water glimmered like jewels along her naked breasts and rolled down her flat stomach to the flimsy scrap of white silk that was tied around her hips. His body throbbed uncomfortably at the sight displayed so openly before him and soon his leggings felt uncomfortably tight.
The beautiful creature smiled at him and it seemed as though she was as powerful as the sun in that moment; for she warmed him and set his body on fire. "My name is Laurelóme and I am a visitor to these shores." Brushing back her waist-length golden hair, she paused before edging her way out of the water. "You should not be afraid of me, Aragorn, for I am here in search of something that was lost long ago."
"What was lost?" Aragorn questioned.
She seemed sad for a moment. "Something that I need to find, for I helped in its loss."
Aragorn felt his heart slamming madly against his ribs as he tried to look away from her. He blushed a deep red and reminded himself that he was pledged to another. It was difficult to even recall Arwen's lovely face in the presence of this bewitching creature.
He had been asked to deliver a message to Círdan at the Grey Havens by Elrond and after doing so decided to travel further west and visit the sea. The moment he had dismounted his horse and strolled over the first sand dune, he had been struck with the vision that stood before him now.
"I do not fear you, lady," he answered softly as he stared down at his boots. "But my own body if you do not make haste and conceal yourself from my view."
She touched his cheek and he jerked away at the unexpected coolness of her hand resting on his skin. "The thing that you desire is not evil, Aragorn of the Dúnedain," Laurelóme was nearly his height and she moved close so that her breath fanned his lips. "Long have you labored in the wilderness alone with despair at ever seeing happiness crushing your heart - I have heard your cry echoing from the lonely places."
Aragorn could feel his resistance crumbling as the beautiful lady touched his face again, but he did not stop her this time. He loved Arwen, but he rarely saw her and he did despair of ever seeing Sauron defeated. The years weighed heavily on his shoulders and he yearned for a moment of peace with no worries. "It isn't right, milady, for I love another and you are of the blessed ones." The golden aura that shone around her was blinding and left him no doubt of her origins.
Laurelóme's lips curved into a mysterious smile. "Love has many forms, Aragorn. Kiss me and we will share a love that no one will be able to tarnish or touch."
Aragorn stared into her beautiful face for only a moment before gathering her near naked form into his arms. The taste of her lips was like the sweetest of nectars and the touch of her skin was like a healing balm on his soul as he carefully lowered himself to the sand and cradled her against him...
"Are you all right, nín mell?"
He blinked and stared out continued to stare out the window towards the waterfall that roared down the cliff near by. Guilt flooded his mind as it often did when he remembered that solitary night of passion he had shared with Laurelóme beside the sea. It was his one breach of faithfulness in his long relationship with Arwen and it never ceased to cause him shame.
That Arwen had been understanding and had accepted his illegitimate child with an open heart mattered not in soothing his troubled mind. Guilt over Laurelóme haunted him... especially when Indil was near. She bore the look of her mother despite having his eyes and darker coloring. Though he loved the child, Aragorn found it painful to be in her company. He had never shared her true parentage with her because he could not bear for her to think he had not wanted her or thought her worthy of being his daughter. More often than not, he was far away from Rivendell and in constant peril - a child should not grow in fear of losing her only parent. That was why he had entrusted her to Saelben and Oloriel, whom had lost a babe to illness at the same time. He had never imagined the cruel fate that had awaited them.
The thought that Indil had suffered such grief, as well as Falathar, was another burden he carried.
"I am fine," Aragorn answered softly before turning to smile at Arwen. "I am merely tired for my journey has been long and the path was dangerous."
Arwen gently touched his shoulder. "You carry much that need not trouble your heart. I can see that you think once more of Laurelóme and Indil. Why do you torment yourself like this?"
He sighed and captured her hand. The feel of her soft, cool skin against his callous-covered palm brought tears to his eyes. She was tender and loving beyond all comprehension and he treasured her for it. "I can hide nothing from you, nín mell. I do not know why I bother trying." There was a deep sadness in his gaze that pierced her heart. "I feel that I have failed you utterly and Indil as well, though in different ways. You gave me your trust, your love, your body, and I fell to temptation. How can you bear looking upon me?"
"I love you for your weaknesses and your strength," Arwen sighed as she drew him into her arms and laid her head on his shoulder. "Our love for one another cannot be corrupted or severed over fate. You were meant to take the actions that you did that night just as Indil was meant to be born as she was. Destiny is sometimes changeable, but often it is not. Do you think that I know not how lonely you are in the wild? I can understand what happened but I cannot grasp this guilt to which you cling."
He kissed her temple and stroked her back as they stood locked together. "I feel as though I killed her... as though Indil has suffered because of my actions."
Arwen pulled back and gazed deep into his eyes as she laid her hands over his heart. "Nay, nín melethron, Laurelóme chose her end and for purposes that not even the wise can yet understand. Gandalf and Galadriel knew not her reason for coming to these shores. She was one of the Maiar of Manwë and Varda though it is said that she preferred the company of Nienna to all of the Valar. There is little more known of her to my people and Gandalf keeps her history shrouded in secrets. You did nothing that Laurelóme did not already perceive."
"Does Indil not bear an eerie resemblance to her?" Laurelóme had been brought to Rivendell to bear her child and had died there shortly Indil's birth.
She nodded. "Yes, I cannot disagree, but you must not allow this to interfere between you and your child. I know Indil well enough to tell that she would welcome your love as a father."
Aragorn hesitated before speaking. "It has been many years and she is a young woman now... perhaps it would be better to remain silent."
"I cannot force you to reveal that which your heart cautions you against," Arwen stated carefully before tactfully changing the subject. She knew him as well as she knew herself and she understood that he wished to speak of something else. "How long will you be with us?"
He seemed relieved and gathered her into his arms once more. "A fortnight and then I must return to Mirkwood and continue searching for Gollum. Gandalf is there still with Legolas and his party. It was kind of Thranduil to spare so many for this task."
She smiled and her eyes gleamed. "He understands that this evil must be stopped or we are all at risk. I do not foresee Thranduil taking the ship to Aman until the last stands alone in Círdan's harbor. How is the Prince of Mirkwood?"
Genuine amusement played around Aragorn's lips as he tried to keep his growing smile at bay. "He is well and enjoys reminding me that I stole you away from him in a most unfair manner."
"Really?" Arwen laughed and the sound was rich and soothing. "Legolas has never met my grandmother and experienced her scheming ways. I daresay that neither of us stood much of a chance once she decided we belonged together. Besides, Legolas never had any intention of courting me - he much preferred teasing me instead."
Aragorn grinned. "He must have been blind not to be instantly besotted with you."
She laughed again. "Poor Legolas has been in love with Silmariën for ages and she sees him not."
"Silmariën?" Aragorn abruptly stopped smiling. "Is she not Círdan's granddaughter? The lovely one that travels across the realms with those bound for Aman? I thought her to be rather cold myself. She is not one that I can imagine Legolas falling in love with."
Arwen nodded. "Yes, she is a messenger for her grandfather and travels often here as well as Mirkwood and Lothlórien. Silmariën advises those who wish ships built for the journey to Valinor and she accompanies those who wish companionship on the trip to the Grey Havens." The beautiful Elf smiled. "She is not as cold as you believe though she rarely shares her thoughts with others."
"Indeed?" Aragorn pressed with a laugh.
Arwen arched one delicate eyebrow. "Rrom what my father has told me, I would say that Glorfindel would not think so." She took his arm and began leading him toward the bedroom door. "You seem very surprised, milord."
He nodded as they stepped into the hallway. "I am though I should not be for your people are filled with more revelations then the library at Minas Tirith."
To that, Arwen replied with another, far merrier laugh.
~*~*~*~
Elrond leaned back in his seat and watched the crowd composed of Elves and high Dúnedain as they milled about the large hall. He was pleased to see Arwen looking so happy though it disheartened him that she was no less entranced by the mortal at her side. The thought of losing his beloved daughter for all time was one that he wished not to contemplate and so he pushed it away.
The Hall of Fire was not one that was often used but it held many far more comfortably then the smaller hall that Elrond used for day to day business. The many pillars throughout the huge room lent it an air of grandeur and ancient charm. The cavernous fireplace that took up nearly the entire far wall and inspired the name for this room.
Happy voices filled the air until Sindarin, Westron, and Quenya seemingly blended into one language that tickled the ears. The atmosphere was one of pleasant companionship that was all too rare among the Elves. The fact that they were leaving the shores of Middle-earth was acutely painful for all and as the years passed the people chose to celebrate less often then they once had.
"You look very uncomfortable, Elrond," Glorfindel pronounced from beside him. "I do not care for that sour expression you wear for it reminds me of Erestor."
Elrond arched one brow and shot a meaningful look at his Captain. "That was very unkind, Glorfindel. Do not forget that Erestor has suffered greatly and he will never see Gilraen again." He sighed upon seeing the mischief in the other Elf's eyes. "Why do I fear that there shall be a spectacle here before the end of the night?"
Glorfindel smiled broadly and nodded to a beautiful Eldarin maiden who drifted by. "Erestor has suffered greatly? By the Valar! Have I not? It was I who was burned to death by a Balrog and yet you do not see me walking about filled with naught but gloom and ill humors." He nodded to another courtier that passed by. "I should be offended by your baseless accusation of misbehavior, but I shall forgive you as I am feeling particularly generous tonight."
"Indeed you are munificent," Elrond retorted with just a hint of sarcasm. "I should be grateful that Elladan and Elrohir are not here to help you in whatever scheme that you are dreaming up."
A chuckle escaped Glorfindel as he noticed Haldir standing before the fireplace staring at the lovely Indil. The young mortal woman was sitting at her harp and tuning the instrument while speaking with one of the Dúnedain ladies. He could see something in the male Elf's expression that made his eyes widen. "Have you noticed the way that Haldir stares at young Indil? He seems rather... stunned."
Elrond smiled. "He does look as though he is perplexed. Could it be that he did not recognize Indil on the steps earlier?"
"The March Warden of Lothlórien not recognize someone?" Glorfindel cleared his throat. "Would you care to wager that he shall be asking her to dance before the evening is over?"
The Elf Lord wiped the smile from his face. "To do such a thing would be wrong. We do not place wagers on the fate of others." Carefully, his deep blue eyes swept those closest to his dais to make certain he could not be overheard. "Privately, I must confess that at times I am guilty of hypocrisy. My wager is that he will not speak to her until after the festivities have concluded."
Glorfindel smiled. "What terms do you offer, nín Brannon?"
Elrond rubbed his chin. "Should you lose, Glorfindel, I propose that you will muck out the stables and scrub down the forge. If I lose then I shall have the pleasure of those duties."
"You are nothing if not fair," Glorfindel pointed out. "I accept your wager."
Elrond smiled as he contemplated seeing the fair Glorfindel hard at work and out of trouble.
~*~*~*~
The sight of Indil cradling her harp against her shoulder and her slim, elegant fingers gently tuning the instrument was one that made Haldir feel very strange inside. He was filled with conflicted emotions as he watched her laugh while speaking with the mortal woman beside her.
It was not often that Haldir was unsure of how to proceed and the sensation was unsettling.
Part of him longed to stand beside her and converse with her as easily as the women did, but another part of him encouraged Haldir to keep his distance. The fact that she was mortal, mixed with Erestor's words, gave him pause. Yet, he yearned to speak with her and learn how she had fared over the years.
Haldir could sense unhappiness radiating outward from her being, though she tried to mask it with bright smiles and gentle laughter. There was something that was not right and he wondered what it was. A few times he had observed Indil look over at Aragorn with what appeared to be disappointment in her eyes.
Could she feel something for her Chieftain? It was not outside the realm of possibility.
p And yet he felt that his instinct was wrong on some level. The idea that she might be smitten with Aragorn annoyed him and he could not comprehend why it should matter. Indil was mortal and she was like a foster child to Haldir in some ways.
The thought of spending time alone with her as anything other than a friend should have been repugnant to him, but it was not. The notion of standing close to her and speaking with her made his pulse race. He was disgusted over his weakness.
She looked his way at that moment and her eyes sparkled like fine blue gems in the light.
Haldir felt his throat go dry and turned away from her to contemplate the fire. He was strong and a young mortal was not going to test his resolve for he would not allow it.
~*~*~*~
nín brennil - my lady
Renich i lú i erui govannem? - Do you remember the time we first met?
Gwennin in enninath - Long years have passed
Gilfinnel - star hair~*~*~*~
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