Title & Chapter Number: Clash of Wills 2/3
Author(s): - Author's Index
Fandom: Middle Earth
Rating: PG13 +
Disclaimer: LOTR characters are not mine and I write only for non-monetary reasons
Warnings: Some violence
Betas: Julie
Cast: Haldir, Orophin, Rumil, other character's I have created…
Timeline: Sometime before Helms Deep
Spoilers: None
Summary: Haldir meets feisty half elf - lots of Haldir interaction!
Notes: Haldir lives/ alternate ending to Helm's Deep
Galadriel stood waiting as Haldir strode quickly into her Talan, carrying the girl. Her eyes widened in surprise as he looked toward her, seeing the bloody imprint on his cheek. His eyes narrowed, and he turned away, laying the girl gently onto the bed.
Galadriel glided beside him as he pulled the covering of leaves off, the powder and blood had congealed in the leaves, and he frowned slightly as he pulled them off. Together they began to ease the pieces of tunic out of the wound as the sound of arguing arose behind him. Her men had been held back once they had reached Caras Galadhon, with only Haldir hurrying on with Ananynse. Celeborn had come forward to speak with her men, and seemed now to be in argument with one as they climbed the steps to the home of Galadriel. Celeborn stopped just outside the entrance, barring the way, as Delvan meant to enter. “you must wait here. Galadriel will do all she can, and in Haldir you have already been given her greatest chance of survival.” Celeborn stood before the door. “She will come when she is able, so rest the moment, we will tend your wounds. Be assured Ananynse will come to no harm here.”
Delvan ground his teeth, trying to see beyond the tall elf in front of him. He started as he felt someone grasp his arm, and looked back at his son Eoin. “Father, be still, they will do what they can.” He looked back toward the tall elf, who looked at him haughtily, if not kindly.
“I am Celeborn,” he murmured as he brought his arm around Delvan’s shoulders, pulling him away from the doorway. “We have longed for the day that Ananynse would come to us, for she is of our blood, and we have missed our chance of knowing her.”
~*~*~*~
Haldir looked at Galadriel as she pulled away the last of the tunic. She probed the wound carefully and Ananynse moaned in pain, writhing in the bed. She shook her head, “there is a piece of the metal still lodged within the wound, Haldir. It is wedged between her ribs. You will need to hold down her shoulders as I take it out. We will need your strength I fear she is quite strong. She motioned for another to hold the girls feet as Haldir turned gripping her shoulders. He bent over her, his hair brushing her shoulders and his hands pressed her firmly to the bed.
“Ananynse, you must listen to me,” he whispered looking into her eyes as she struggled, “there is a piece of the blade still lodged inside, we must remove it, and it will cause you great pain.”
Ananynse stared up at him as he grasped her shoulders, and he watched as she slowly blinked, her eyes clearing for a moment. “Do you really care?” she gasped as Galadriel probed deeper, sucking in a deep breath between her teeth and biting her lip. She writhed in his hands, closing her eyes and throwing back her head. But she did not scream as Galadriel probed deeper and deeper, her breath coming in gasps. Haldir closed his eyes for a moment, then looked back down at her. Her eyes watered and as he watched she clenched her jaw, blinking rapidly. Breathing heavily through her nose she coughed suddenly as Galadriel sighed. Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth as she lay back, and Haldir whispered softly in sindarin into her ear. “Yes I do.” Galadriel stared at him for a moment as she dropped the small piece of metal blade into his hand. He stood back as several elven women began to pull the bloody clothes from her and turned to leave when Galadriel spoke.
“Haldir,” she said as he turned back toward her. She tossed a small towel toward him, and he touched his cheek. She smiled as he scowled and turned, wiping the blood from his face as he strode through the door. Celeborn turned as he stepped out, Ananynse’s men standing quickly.
Delvan pushed past Celeborn, and stopped in front of Haldir, stopping him with a hand on his shoulder. The Elf turned toward him slowly, his eyes glinting in anger and Delvan withdrew his hand.
“You have touched me once too many, if you do so again, I will kill you.” Haldir snarled softly as he turned to face Delvan. He looked down at him from his taller height, and his expression was cold as Delvan stepped back. Celeborn stepped between them, frowning at Haldir as he laid a hand on each.
“Leave your angers behind,” he said slowly as he looked at each in turn. “The men are welcome here, Haldir, they are only concerned with the girl.” Celeborn looked over toward Delvan. “Galadriel says the girl rests now, and will be well. She will need time to heal.”
~*~*~*~
Delvan sighed as he watched the flow of the river in front of him. It seemed like months since they had brought Ananynse here to Lothlorien, but was in fact, only two days. He had not been able to see her once Haldir had carried her here. He clenched in jaw in frustration. He was not one to sit idly, and this waiting was driving him to distraction. If he didn’t do something soon he didn’t know what might happen. Probably end up killing some elf, a quick image of Haldir made him smile, but he shook his head. No, not that one. He was not stupid, the elf definitely would be an interesting combatant though, if he ever got the chance. Not with bows, but with a sword, Delvan just might surprise the haughty elf. He smiled again and swore as someone coughed behind him. He turned to find the object of his thoughts standing before him, expression cold as usual. Delvan stood, facing him as Haldir inclined his head slightly.
“I know it is difficult waiting, and Celeborn thought you might be interested in something to help you pass the time.” Haldir brows rose in question as Delvan folded his arms, wary.
“And what would that be?” He asked, frowning. Probably singing and poetry reading or some such.
“A contest of skills?” Haldir smiled as Delvan jerked his head up, “Your people are known for their skills, you have a reputation as fierce fighters.”
Delvan smiled, “I was just thinking the same thing, March Warden, and just what do you propose?”
Haldir bowed, gesturing back to the city. “Let us go to our training court, and we can discuss it.”
Delvan followed Haldir back into the city, wondering if the elves had read his mind. Oh well, this would help pass the time. He grinned at Haldir’s back, and maybe teach the haughty elf a lesson. Haldir turned to give him a condescending look and Delvan swallowed uneasily.
The training court was a large open space at the base of one of the large Mallyrn trees. It’s huge branches spread over the court, closing in the space, and torches were lit, in the dim light around the court. Some elves were wrestling in the center, but stopped quickly as Haldir approached, bowing to him and walking to the side. Celeborn nodded as they crossed the court to him.
“Welcome, My Lord Delvan” he said, waving his arm toward the court, “You see something here not many humans have seen. I can count them on one hand. But you are a special guest and is our thought perhaps you would like to test your skills here? I do not want to offend you or your men, it is your choice to make.” He turned and looked at the elves surrounding the court, raising his voice slightly. “It will be a fair test, and all who win or lose, will do so in the most courteous manner. We are not here to prove superiority.” He turned to Delvan. “My Lord?”
Delvan grinned, “I am no lord, My Lord Celeborn, but I am sure my men would like the opportunity.”
At Haldir’s nod, a gateway was opened and Delvan’s men were led to him. In moments the men were told, and their grins revealed their anticipation. Eoin clasped his hand to Delvan’s shoulder. “I fear none of us would fair well against you in any competition, except mayhap in the use of the sword, and I for one would request my father to fight, for he is the best swordsman.”
Delvan grinned at Eoin, but turned to Haldir. “Nay, I have always heard of the prowess of the Elven bowman, and have never had a chance to see. I would propose you show us some of your skills in that regard.” Haldir looked at Delvan for a moment, then turned as his brother’s Rumil and Orophin walked up to him. They whispered to Haldir for a moment and he shook his head, frowning. They grinned as several more elves joined the conversation. Haldir frowned as they folded their arms in unison, and sighed. He turned to Celeborn who also smiled. Turning back to Delvan he scowled.
“My brothers Rumil and Orophin,” he said as he roughly clasped each of their shoulders, as they continued to smile. “My brothers and friends have suggested that I am the one who should do this, although others here could do as well.”
Rumil laughed, “Nay, Master Delvan, do not let him fool you, of all our warriors here today, and everyday, only Haldir is labeled Master. If anyone can show you the best of our abilities in the bow it is he.”
They turned as several targets were led out onto the field, elves still stood behind them, and Delvan was surprised when they did not move position. The targets stood a good distance from Delvan and he squinted to see the rings that were painted on the target. The center black and only a few small inches in diameter. The elves lined up in a row, six abreast, all aimed at one target. Haldir stood behind them, and took the bow handed to him by another.
The first six raised their weapons, and pulled back, the arrows resting only a second as they all released in unison, the loud twang of the bowstrings reverberating in the air. The sound of the arrows hitting the target was only seconds later and Delvan and his men looked on in astonishment at the arrows as each hit in a perfect ring around the edge of the black center of the target. The elves raised their bows once again as Haldir looked down the row, and as he watched, the arrows were released again, in unison, the sounds of wood splitting as the second set of arrows ripped through the spaces left by the first set, creating a thick circle of wood and fletching; and a very tiny space in the center. Haldir walked to the center of the row, pulling back his bow, stretching the string tight, his fingers holding it loosely and easily against his cheek. Delvan watched as his eyes narrowed and he released the arrow, it flew in a blur and the sound of it hitting the target was loud in the still air. Delvan looked to the target and his jaw dropped as he saw Haldir’s arrow sitting squarely in the midst of the others.
Haldir set his bow down, and motioned for the second target. The six elven bowman stood abreast once more and raised their bows. They pulled back and released the arrows once again, but this time they lined up on the target one above the other. Quickly several elves grabbed the target and turned it sideways so they were looking at the arrows, one behind the other in a row. Another elf brought a new target and set it behind the sideways target as Haldir raised his bow once more. The wood groaned as Haldir pulled the string taunt, applying a little more pressure on the string, pulling it back to his cheek again. Delvan watched in amazement as he released the string and the arrow broke through each of the six others to embed itself into the back target.
Eoin scratched his head for a moment, “Light, no wonder you elves have such a reputation, I can understand now why Ananynse didn’t want to enter the wood.” He turned to Delvan. “ But I think we may have more of a equal chance were it to come to swords.”
Celeborn smiled, crossing between Delvan and Haldir, who stood to one side now, his hand resting on the long hilt of the sword he always carried. Delvan had watched him stand thus, fingers wrapped loosely around it as if it were a part of him. “ I think that this would be an excellent opportunity. What say you Haldir?”
Haldir’s eyes narrowed and Delvan wondered if Celeborn’s request was done purposely, as if he figured Haldir would not dare refuse him. Haldir nodded sharply as Delvan stepped forward. The two entered the center of the court, and the crowd grew quiet as they waited in anticipation. The elf was taller, and leaner, but Delvan had more muscle. Both were quick, but the elf quicker. Delvan knew it would take all his skill to gain any advantage against the elf.
He narrowed his eyes as they circled slowly, each assessing the other. He gripped the hilt of his sword and drew it slowly, the metal blade sliding out of the scabbard with a loud screech. Haldir drew his sword and it withdrew in a soft deadly whisper, gleaming in the dim light of the torches. Delvan relaxed his fingers slightly, holding the sword loosely as they continued to circle, Haldir’s expression become blank and impassive. Their eyes met and Delvan howled as he thrust first, leaping toward Haldir, their blades coming together in a resounding crash.
Delvan’s arms strained as they fought each other’s blade, sliding apart with a screech of metal. Haldir’s eyes narrowed slightly and Delvan’s sword parried his as Haldir swung his blade in a blur of an arc, the blades meeting and continuing the arc, coming apart at last and Delvan ducked as Haldir thrust his blade forward, passing over his head. Delvan growled low in his throat, the elf’s speed was shocking, he was going to have to use his weight if he was going to gain advantage. He threw his weight out behind his next thrust and succeeded in pushing his way past Haldir’s defensive stance and they once more came face to face, blades locked together once again.
Haldir snarled and turned quickly, and Delvan had to leap back, rolling onto his back to avoid the next swing. Quickly he was up and swung the blade toward Haldir’s knees, and the elf leaped out of the way easily, bring his sword down to catch Delvan in the arm, but only cutting the fabric of his sleeve.
Delvan breathed through his nose, trying to draw in air as he fingered the cut in his sleeve. That could have been a lot worse, and Haldir smiled as Delvan scowled at him. Delvan parried again as Haldir brought up the sword in a path straight for his chest, and they hit shoulder to shoulder, Delvan using his weight to force Haldir back in a stagger. The elves eyes glinted in anger and Delvan knew he’d made a point. These elves were not used to brute force, preferring to work from a distance, but Delvan and his kind were tough and fought with everything they had. He grinned at Haldir and charged him once again, and their blades screeched as they clashed over and over.
Haldir staggered back again as the man shoved his sword toward his shoulder, and he turned just in time to miss the blow. It was getting more difficult to breathe, but he’d not show any weakness to the human. The man was good, and the elves behind him were murmuring in appreciation, the humans all grinning in satisfaction. He ducked quickly as another thrust sailed over his head and he sliced out with his sword as the man leaped back, another rip appearing in his breeches. The elves cheered at this, and the man stood up, breathing heavily as Haldir circled him.
The man’s eyes narrowed and Haldir tensed as he sprang toward him, but was unprepared when the man turned at the last second and growling, slammed his hilt into Haldir’s jaw, throwing his head back. Haldir landed heavily on his back and sprang back to his feet, rubbing his jaw as they circled. He was breathing heavier now, if not as loud as the human. The man was using his weight and strength, and although Haldir was probably stronger in terms of wiriness, and agility, brute force tended to wear one out quickly. He leaped toward Delvan and swung, their blades connecting, and Haldir slid his to the base of Delvan’s hilt and forced the blades into an arc, flinging Delvan’s sword into the air.
Delvan swore under his breath as the blade flew out of his hand and kicked out with his leg, knocking Haldir off his feet, and he clutched the front of Haldir’s tunic as they rolled on the tiles of the court. Haldir slammed his hilt across Delvan’s nose and rolled away as Delvan snorted, blood running from his nose. They both rose slowly and Delvan scrubbed his sleeve across his nose, glancing at the blood there.
Bits of grass and sticks clung Haldir’s hair and he crouched slightly as he sprang toward Delvan, who ducked again, spinning aside. This time Haldir turned the opposite direction and slammed his hilt into Delvan’s shoulder, knocking him off his feet. With a whistle the blade split the air and Haldir spun the sword in his hand and with a blur of motion had the sword pointed at Delvan’s throat, not quite touching him as they both gasped for breath. Delvan stared at him for a moment then suddenly began to laugh, raising both hands in defeat. Haldir stood up slowly, then reached out a hand to Delvan, hauling him to his feet. The crowd of elves and men roared in approval as Celeborn walked out to them.
“Well done,” Delvan grinned as Haldir eyed him warily. Delvan turned to his men raising his arms and they cheered, then he turned to Haldir and before Haldir could step back, roughly grasped his shoulders, pulling Haldir towards him with both hands. Shaking him slightly, he laughed again
“I have not had that much fun in a long time, Haldir, or any better an opponent.” Haldir’s lips twitched in a small smile as Delvan slapped him on the back, rolling his eyes.
Celeborn shook Delvan’s hand, smiling and the crowd gathered around them all talking and laughing at once. Celeborn began to speak, then stopped suddenly as he looked up toward the tree’s branches. A walkway there, that Delvan had not noticed was filled with more elves, but it was the sight of Galadriel hurrying away up the steps into the city that caused him to stop. He turned toward Delvan. “She is awake.”
~*~*~*~
Ananynse sat on the edge of the bed, and jerked the rest of the long nightgown that was tangled in the bedclothes out from under her legs. Standing up, she twisted the gown to hang correctly, wrinkling her nose in disgust as it fell to the floor to puddle somewhat at her feet. Not quite tall enough, but she hated nightgowns anyways. She looked up as Galadriel glided through the door, her face wreathed in a smile. Ananynse sat back on the bed, tossing the long strands of her unbound hair back, as they fluttered around her face. They must have washed it while she slept, as it hung in a silky shimmer to her waist. She probed her side, but only a small tenderness remained.
“It is good to see you awake. We were concerned at first as you were very ill. A few more hours and I don’t think we could have saved you. You are very lucky. “ Galadriel smiled as she stood just inside the door. “I hope you are comfortable, I will have some food brought up right away as I’m sure you are hungry.
Ananynse smiled uneasily, “I would be more comfortable in my own clothes.”
Galadriel smiled slowly, “Your clothes are being repaired, although I’m afraid your tunic and shirt were destroyed, we will give you something to replace them.”
“I have more in my pack, thank you.” Ananynse said as she moved toward the window. Looking through it she could see down over the tree trunks into the city below. The tree’s were circled with stairs and platforms as far as she could see, creating hundreds of levels within the branches of the trees. Tiny lights glittered in the dimness and the air was filled with a haunting melody she could not understand.
“I have heard Caras Galadron was beautiful, but I could never have imagined this.” Ananynse whispered as Galadriel joined her at the window. She turned to brush her fingers along the intricate vines of the tree that created the walls of the room. Eyes wide she turned in a circle staring about her at the walls, then stopped as she faced Galadriel again, coming back to the window she looked down.
“Look, Delvan comes, he has been very anxious for you. It has not been easy for him.” Galadriel pointed down the steps as he leaped up them. Behind him came another tall elf, and standing on the landing behind them, she saw Haldir. She tensed as he looked up and their eyes met and he turned away, striding back down the steps. She grinned as Delvan burst through the doorway, stopping abruptly as he looked at her in astonishment.
“Light, “ he breathed as he stared at her. Then he grinned and hugged her, twirling her about. Setting her down, he laughed as she adjusted the nightgown with a rue smile, then grabbed her arms again, “If you ever leap in front of me again, girl, I’ll kill you!” he growled as Ananynse laughed, hugging him.
Galadriel stepped back, taking Celeborn’s arm as they watched them. “ She looks well,” Celeborn whispered as Galadriel smiled sadly.
“We shall see, her physical form has been healed, but I fear for her emotional one yet. We must have the time to heal that as well.”
~*~*~*~
Galadriel sat on the root of the tree, as Ananynse wandered about the small copse of trees. She wore an elven dress of lightweight silk, a heaver woven tunic over that, but every few steps she would trip over the hem, and Galadriel tried not to laugh, hiding behind her hand, as the girl grumbled under her breath.
“How can you stand to walk in these, My lady, it has been over two days and still you have not brought me my clothes or my weapons.” She turned to stare at Galadriel.
“ I was hoping you would give up that request once you had something more suitable to wear, but I see that I am wrong in my assumptions.” Galadriel laughed, “I can see that you probably never have worn the clothes that would truly suit you.”
“I wear what suits me, My Lady, although you may disagree. I have never had any use for beautiful dresses, and never had any to wear. My mother wore them, but I was more comfortable dressed as the friends I had. It was easier for them to forget what and who I was.”
Galadriel frowned, “I am sorry we did not know more about you, we were not allowed to approach you. Deyanan swore at your birth that she would never let us near you, and kept that oath. You do not even understand our language, I cannot understand her bitterness.”
Ananynse touched Galadriel’s hand as she bowed her head. “Do not despair, Galadriel, I am alive and have lived through that period. It is over now.” She sighed. “ I am so torn, I do not know where I should go.”
Galadriel wrapped her arm around Ananynse’s shoulder, pulling her down next to her. “I see many things, Ananynse. I have watched you grow up, unable to help you. Unable to reach you, but I could see things. I saw your mother’s bitterness, and I saw her betrayal.”
Ananynse stood up, trembling. “I see things too, terrible things, I don’t know what to make of my visions. They come from all directions,. I never know when.” She covered her face with her hands, shaking. “All I see is death anymore, Galadriel, death and despair. Everything is dark and bleak and and black. There is a shadow consuming us and I don’t know what to do.” She cried as Galadriel wrapped her arms around her again. Suddenly Ananynse pushed her away, “I am afraid to touch anyone anymore.”
Galadriel smiled sadly, “Do not fear to touch me, we are of the same kin, Ananynse. You will not see visions of me or any other of your kin.” Ananynse turned away, shaking, her head and fled up the stairs as Galadriel’s smile turned to a frown. “But you have seen someone’s death, someone here.” She said slowly as she stared Ananynse’s fleeing form.
~*~*~*~
Haldir stood at the base of the stairs, looking up at the top of the trees to the Talan where Ananynse slept. The moonlight lit the shadows of the trees with a blue light, and overhead the stars winked through the rustling branches of the trees. The air was warm as it always was, and he leaned against the tree trunk hidden in the shadows. Hearing footsteps he turned his head to see Delvan walking slowly up the stairs, head down deep in thought. Haldir stood silent until he came abreast then spoke softly “Your thoughts are heavy this night?”
Delvan whirled, his hand reaching for his sword. Seeing Haldir step from the shadows he sighed in relief. “Light, I never know from where you come, I fear if I were not a guest here, I would have been long dead.”
The corner of Haldir’s mouth twitched as he put his hand on Delvan’s shoulder. “I thought you might like to have this.” He said as he pulled out the small piece of metal blade that they had taken from Ananynse.
Delvan took it and held it up to the light, staring at it. “Light,” he breathed, “you dug this out of her?” Haldir nodded, and Delvan shoulder’s twitched. He turned back to Haldir, handing him back the metal piece. “No, you keep it, you saved her life, and so I am in your debt.”
Haldir looked at the metal for a moment before placing it back into his tunic. “You care much for her.”
Delvan looked at him from the corner of his eye and sighed. “Not like you think, she is like my sister, our family has been her guardian, protectors since she was born, many many years ago. My sons will carry on when I am gone.” Haldir nodded in understanding, he could appreciate their loyalty to her. He turned to leave when Delvan grasped his arm, “If she is hurt in any way,” he paused for a second, “I will come for the one who harms her.” Haldir stared at him coldly.
“You have nothing to fear from me.” He said as he turned and walked down the steps. Delvan watched him go, “Don’t I?”
~*~*~*~
Delvan frowned, arms folded as he stood in front of Celeborn and Galadriel. “I do not understand, why can she not go. She is healed, and we have the rest of our clan ready to meet us as soon as I send word. We go wherever Ananynse feels we must.”
Galadriel looked down at Delvan from the steps where she stood. “She has healed her physical wounds, Delvan. But she has emotional ones that will destroy her if she does not learn to release them.”
Delvan snorted, “Emotions? Ananynse has always had control of her emotions, must be one of your traits. She is fine, other than her bloody visions.”
Galadriel frowned, “Those visions are partly from the emotions she buries, but that is not your concern, she must stay here, but I cannot force her to do so. She is my kin, and would have her stay of her own free will. Do you not care for her so, that you would purposely endanger her soul? You must convince her to stay. Your men grow weary of idleness, and I know you must be also. Go to meet your men, and return here. You will be welcomed when you return, and in that time we may be able to heal Ananynse. But you must not allow her to leave with you, convince her she must stay.”
Delvan sighed, closing his eyes briefly. “Alright, I will try to convince her to stay here. She is head strong and has a mind of her own. I’ll gather the men and once we meet the others we will return for her.” He looked narrowly at the two elves. “She belongs to us. I will be back for her.” He turned and strode angrily down the steps as Galadriel and Celeborn watched.
“I fear it will not be an easy choice for any of us.” Celeborn whispered softly, as they turned to walk back up the steps.
~*~*~*~
Ananynse stood with her hands on her hips, facing Delvan as he shoved his clothes into his pack. “You cannot go without me, I am fine.”
Delvan sighed, “No, you need to rest a bit more, besides, we only go to meet up with the rest of the clan, Ananynse. It will not take long and we will be back here.”
“Delvan, I am the leader of these men, I will go.” She shouted, as Delvan turned toward her.
“No, you are not. Not now. You have been injured and no one,” he growled as he gripped her shoulders “ No one wants to have to worry about you right now.”
Ananynse mouth hung open in consternation, “Worry about me? Since when have you ever had to worry about me?”
Delvan eyes narrowed, “Well, let me see now, one when you fell into the river, two when you collapsed during another vision, do I need to go on? They are coming more and more frequent, what if you have one while we are under attack? I don’t want to deal with that right now, so as of now I am the leader, by agreement of all the men.” He snarled as she stepped back, in shock. Clamping her lips shut in a snap, she straightened, her arms clenched by her side.
“Fine, go without me. I don’t need you anyways. Maybe I’ll just stay here, so don’t worry about coming back.” She pushed past to start down the stairs, when she stopped., ripping the hem of her dress that was caught on the edge of the wood, she looked back, then whirled to run down the stairs, holding the dress above her knees.
Delvan sat on the top step, watching her go, finally hanging his head in his hands.
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