Title & Chapter Number: Fallen Galadrim 1/1
Author(s): - Author's Index
Fandom: Tolkien
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I'm not making any money here! Haldir or anything familiar here does not belong to me but to J.R.R. Tolkien. Do not sue, you won't get any money because... well... I don't have any. Really, I don't have any. *points to her horse* She eats it all as soon as I get it, okay. Got a problem. See her. *starts inching out the door* Um... it's probably advisable *to* call her any names... and... oh... *plops a saddle down*... just tell her you're here to take her for a ride. Bye! *skips out the door*
Warnings: Well, if you *really* don't want to read about Haldir in the Halls of Mandos, even if it's amusing... then keep going.
Betas: Michelle and Meela
Cast: Haldir, The Valar
Timeline: Post TTT Movieverse
Spoilers: TTT Movie (?)
Summary: Just a quick little tale of a plot bunny I thought of one very hot and boring day.
Notes: This isn't entirely how I really picture Haldir, kinda throwing a temper tantrum... but... well... it just fit so well... and this is meant to be purely amusing. Nothing more.
To Michelle and Meela for betaing this little piece and for their helpful little suggestions.
The Valar threw amused glances to the Lothlorien Elf stalking up and down the Halls angrily. His hands clenched at his sides, as he occasionally gestured threateningly, a permenent scowl upon his face.
This was *not* where he was supposed to be. Haldir glanced about him, quickly taking in the other forms of Elves and Men who had already fallen, more joining them every minute.
He stopped his wrathful pacing and crossed his arms, the armor on his forearms hit his armored chest. The resulting noise was like a bell in a silent tomb.
He watched silently as more Elves and Men appeared around him. He suddenly snorted in derision and began his quick, stalking steps back and forth across the Halls once more.
"Perhaps we should allow him to watch, he might stand in one spot." The whispered voice of one Valar to another was like the wind moving over the sea.
The Valar spoken to made no answer, but soon a cloud of mist appeared in front of Haldir. It was a cloud of runny colors, like a child's drawing left in the rain.
Startled, Halrid stopped his movement. For the first time since arriving in the Halls the scowl fell from his face. It returned all too soon, however, as the colors in the cloud took form. In front of him appeared the battle at Helm's Deep, the reason he was waiting, not very patiently, in the Halls of Mandos.
Another Elf appeared at his side, but Haldir took no notice of him, as they both gazed into watch the battle unfold.
A Uruk-Hai approached one of the Elves, both armed with the swords of their race. The Elf, who appeared to be young, looked up in awe at the Uruk who seemed to tower over him.
"Fool!" Haldir angrily spat out. "Move!" he gestured hastily at the image in front of him, as if he were still on the battle field and the Elf would see or hear his commands and carry them out immediately.
The Elf may not have seen or heard his fallen Captain's orders, but he did move. Diving under the swing of the Uruk's sword and imbedding his own into the creature's side, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment as the hideous shriek of pain filled his ears.
Haldir raised his arms in some grateful form of triumph that a soldier under his command was still alive. A grim smile accompanied this for a moment as he continued watching.
Several images passed of the vicious, snarling and drooling Uruks. Haldir cringed slightly in disgust and expelled a few choice words in Sindarin.
Then Haldir watched as another Elf was flung aside by a Uruk who'd been choking him. The Uruk turned to reveal another Elf standing behind him pulling his sword free of the creature's side. The discarded Elf was still sitting in the mud he had fallen in, stupidly staring at the two combatants as the Elf who had come to his aid finally vanquished his foe.
Again, Haldir was gesturing and the Elf beside him moved away. Too many near misses for his comfort.
"Get up, get up! You're bait sitting there in the mud like a child! Get up!"
The Valar, although entertained, were perhaps beginning to get headaches for the one who had suggested the idea whispered, "Maybe this wasn't the right thing to do."
As if in agreement, the cloud of vision disappeared.
Haldir gazed about in bewilderment, wondering where his view had gone. Catching on he spun and stalked up to the Valar, a fearless determination on his face and, surprisingly, not a trace of fear.
He stopped short in front of them, his stance that of a warrior. "I *demand* to be sent back! This instant!" He pointed his finger with emphasis at the floor as if he were punishing a animal for having soiled the floor.
There was no response.
"I had orders from the Lady and Lord and I am surely not carrying them out standing around here, idle as I am!" He gestured over his shoulder. "I should be out there, fighting next to my brothers in arms!" He made a few more gestures then as if he were already back in the thick of battle, most likely decapitating a few of the Uruk-Hai.
The whispers of the Valar came to him. "You were fighting..."
"Don't turn this into a guilt trip! A 'you made a mistake and got yourself killed' thing! I know what I did! Send me back and I will correct it!"
A faint laughter echoed in the Halls. "As I was saying, you were fighting. You need to no more, not in this battle. Your time will come again perhaps, but not today."
Haldir gave a small jump of annoyance, like a child who's been told to go to bed. "But I want to fight!"
"No."
Haldir took a deep, frustrated breath and let it out slowly. He looked at the floor as he pondered his dilemma and decided to try and different approach, letting a smile grace his lips. "Really, I'm not doing any good to anybody here. Why not send me back?" He raised his elegant eyebrows as he waited for an answer.
"No. You will remain here with the rest of your fallen comrades, both Men and Elves. End of discussion."
The smile was swept away like a pile of dirt in a flood and the scowl was back. Turning abruptly on his heel, the miffed Captain of the Galadrim went back to his angry pacing as the Valar and several of the waiting shook their heads.
The Valar were quiet for a moment before one broke the silence with, "On the other hand, if this is what we have to deal with until he is reborn, perhaps we should send him back now."
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