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Title & Chapter Number: You Saw His Eyes (A Ballad) 3/4
Author(s): - Author's Index
Fandom: Middle Earth
Rating: R
Disclaimer: LOTR character are not mine and I write only for non monetary reasons
Warnings: Some minor (het) sexual content, violence
Betas: Julie
Cast: Haldir, Orophin, Rumil, other character's I have created
Timeline: Sometime before Helms Deep
Spoilers: It's long but lots of Haldir
Summary: Haldir and his brothers find their hands full when they come to the aid of a small keep. Haldir will find out that Galadriel's premonition that he had some changes coming in his life happen quicker than he expects, and finds the results as challenging as anything he'd encountered before.
Notes: None

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Haldir stood on the edge of the Talan, watching the group of elves in front of him.

“So she has met Elrond. How did it go?” Orophin asked as Haldir glanced at him.

“She listened. That is all I can say.” He folded his arms over his chest, bracing his feet in a familiar stance as he watch the scene below him.

“You do not think she believed him?” Orophin questioned softly.

“I think she does not know what to think,” Haldir answered with a deep sigh.He turned and gripped Orophin’s shoulder for a moment and then pushed his way inside of the talan. Geillis stepped in front of Haldir as he led her up the final stair to the large talan lit with brilliant light that illuminated the surrounding trees with a warm glow. He waited as she hesitated, turning to stare at him with wide eyes.

“I do not know if I can do this,” she whispered as she looked back over her shoulder at the room full of elves. Haldir gripped her arm, shifting them so his back was to the room, blocking her view. Rúmil and Orophin moved beside her. He gave her a reassuring smile. “You can fight an Orc who outweighs you ten-fold, yet you quiver at meeting a few elves?”

“They are not just a few elves, and you know it.” She stared around him. Her eyes flickered to his brothers, and then back to him.

Haldir’s eyes glimmered with a strange expression. “I will be here beside you. Do not fear. We will protect you as my brothers have grown fond of you.” He squeezed her arm as Rúmil snorted softly.

Orophin elbowed Rúmil and grasped Geillis’s shoulder comfortingly. He winked at her and she frowned, taking a deep breath.

Elrohir, Elrond’s son, nudged his brother as they stood waiting in the talan, standing across from Haldir and his brothers.

“It seem the March Warden has eyes only for our new-found sister.”

Elladan squinted at the trio. “Aye, and it seems his brother’s loyalty is hers as well.”

Elrohir grinned behind his hand as he rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “I see we may have to intervene. I don’t know that I care to see our sister’s broken heart added to Haldir’s long list of conquests.”

Arwen looked up at him from where she stood beside him.

“You’ll do no such thing, brother. That tie has already been laid, and you will not break it.”

Elladan patted her shoulder. “Do not fear, sister. If the tie is strong it will not break. But she must have her protectors.”

Arwen snorted in disgust. “With protectors like you I fear no elven women would know of love.”

Elrohir laughed quietly. “Are you sure that what he feels is love? You know his reputation, sister.”

Arwen studied Haldir as he spoke to Geillis. “I have never seen Haldir so open in his expression. When he speaks to her, he forgets himself.” She looked back at her brothers. “The girl has had enough heartache. Do not bring on more for her.”

Elrohir looked down at her in consternation. “But we only hope to avoid that, dearest sister.” He glanced back to Haldir; his eyes met Orophin’s instead and they stared, assessing each other for a moment.

~*~*~*~

Geillis stepped past Haldir, feeling his fingers grip her elbow as she did so. She shivered slightly, for once admitting she was thankful for his strong presence beside her. She walked toward Elrond, who reached out a hand to her. Elrond smiled, pulling her arm through his as he turned toward the three elves that stood along the edge of the talan. Elrond looked down at her and patted her hand gently.

“These are my twin sons, Elrohir and Elladan,” he said as she looked up at them. They both had the same dark brown silky hair, and their faces reflected the same amused expression as they smiled, bowing to her.

“I am Elrohir,” the one of the left admitted. “I welcome you to our family.”

Elladan arched his brows in delight as he kissed her hand. “And I am Elladan. We like to have sisters. They can be most interesting.” He grinned as his eyes flickered toward Haldir and his brothers.

Elrond frowned at his son and moved to the slight elf at the twin’s side. “And this is my daughter Arwen.”

“I am very pleased to meet you,” Arwen said as she smiled. “It will be wonderful to have a sister.”

Geillis listened politely to Elrond’s introductions, but her mind was racing as she stared at these elves. They seemed to accept her so easily. Was that because of Lord Elrond? Did they not dare to argue with him? He seemed to accept her so easily. She could not dare to believe it was so simple. She smiled as Arwen took her hand. The elven woman was beautiful, her hair dark as Geillis’s, but she was lithe and elegant, her eyes sparkling like diamonds.

Geillis sank thankfully into the chair that was brought for her, and looked up as Haldir handed her a small crystal glass.

“This wine will help soothe your nerves,” he whispered as he leaned down to hand her the cup. She smiled gratefully and took a sip. He moved behind her, and she could feel his presence behind her chair as she glanced at the elves around her. Galadriel and Celeborn sat on chairs on a low rise of stairs, their heads leaning together as they spoke, and Galadriel smiled as her eyes met Geillis’s.

Geillis took another larger sip of her wine. Elrond sat next to Celeborn and beside her Arwen was murmuring to her brothers who had not sat, but were leaning down to listen to her. She seemed to be in argument with them and they were grinning.

Geillis took another sip of her wine, and flinched as Haldir gripped her shoulder with strong fingers, leaning over her shoulder to whisper into her ear.

“If you continue to gulp your wine I will have to carry you out.”

Geillis lowered the glass with a shaking hand, her jaw clenched. What was the matter with her? She’d never been this unsettled ever. She turned as Arwen touched her arm.

“My brothers are surprised you wear men’s clothing still, and carry your sword. Do you fear for your safety here?”

Geillis laughed, flushing. “Nay. I wear that which I am comfortable in. I have always carried my sword a habit. I was taught to be prepared for whatever may come.” She looked over to where Rúmil and Orophin stood, watching the play of stares the two brothers directed at Arwen’s brothers.

Arwen looked over at them as well and frowned, then glanced behind them at Haldir who returned her gaze with only an arch of his brow. She leaned close to Geillis. “Elves!” she muttered softly, nodding toward the four brothers. “I fear that there will be competition among brothers.” She glanced again at Haldir. “Each pair thinks they can protect you better than the other, not to mention the March Warden. Be prepared.”

Geillis brought her glass to her lips again, her eyes narrowing as she sipped. She could feel Haldir’s gaze on her still. “What do you mean?”

Arwen leaned closer, ignoring Haldir’s amused stare. “You have never had brothers,” she explained in a low voice. “You may not know how they act. Silly, that’s how. They think they know what is best for us and never mind how we feel.”

“What they think is best?” Geillis echoed, taking another swallow despite Haldir’s sigh behind her. “How do they know what is best for us? I am old enough to make my own decisions.”

Arwen sighed an aggravated sigh. “We are never old enough, Geillis.”

~*~*~*~

Elrond sat back in his chair, observing his children in front of him. They were grouped together, his sons standing slightly behind Arwen’s chair as she sat next to Geillis. He did not miss the challenging looks the brothers passed to the elves of Lothlórien and he sighed as he envisioned the confrontation coming between brothers. His eyes narrowed as he studied Haldir, who had placed himself behind Geillis’s chair. Did he do so in protection or support? Elrond smiled, probably both. He had noted the tension in her jaw and the slight tremble in her hand when the March Warden had introduced them.

Elrond watched as Haldir’s eyes swept the room, unconsciously scanning for trouble, as he was wont to do. Galadriel’s captain had earned his position, and it was ingrained into his behavior. Elrond’s eyes narrowed as Haldir’s gaze fell to Geillis, and he leaned over her as she sipped her wine. Her frown of irritation and his sigh told him more of Haldir’s emotional tie to her than if he had spoken his feelings aloud. He could well remember a similar experience a long time ago. His eyes met Haldir’s and the elf stiffened, his expression once more aloof and distant, the arrogance hidden from the Rivendell lord. Elrond tapped his fingers on the chair as he considered the pair, knowing the captain and he would have to come to an understanding. He shifted his gaze back to Geillis, reminded so well of another.

Celeborn leaned toward him, resting his fingers over Elrond’s to stop the irritated tapping. “She is like her mother?”

Elrond glanced at the Lórien Lord. “Yes.”

“In looks only?” Celeborn asked.

Elrond laughed quietly. “No, in looks and personality both. Her mother was a wild warrior, Celeborn.” He turned to the blond elf with a concerned gaze. “I mean no disrespect for Celébrian.”

Celeborn’s blue eyes merely twinkled with amusement. “You need not even say such, Elrond. Celébrian has been gone for a long while. It is your choice to seek another. We do not fault you for your desire. We were only saddened that you were unable to hold onto her.”

Elrond looked away with a soft sigh. “Would that I had known this daughter had been born.”

Celeborn patted his arm. “At least we have found her. You will take her to Rivendell?”

Elrond nodded, glancing at Haldir.

Celeborn followed his gaze. “It will be difficult for Haldir. He has changed.”

Elrond’s gaze jerked back to Celeborn in surprise. “How so?”

Celeborn pursed his lips as he considered his words. “He spent some time with young Geillis. Even from their first meeting when she was a child she has often strayed into his thoughts. They have proved an interesting diversion as we waited for you to arrive. I have not seen him so consumed as he is now. Do you not see it?”

Elrond looked back toward Haldir. The March Warden was watching Geillis again, frowning as she sipped more of her wine.

Celeborn grinned suddenly, the sapphire gaze flitting between the two. “When she collapses from drinking too much wine in her nervousness, Haldir will be the first at her side.”

~*~*~*~

Elrohir’s gaze swept over Geillis, studying the slim woman beside Arwen. She caught his gaze with a wary stare, and then returned her attention to Arwen as the elf continued to whisper. What they spoke of Elrohir did not care to know, certain it would as dull as female discussions were. Instead he considered the human. How sudden to find a new sister, yet the truth of her heritage was there to see.

“She dresses as a man and carries Elrond’s sword as if she is accustomed to using it,” Elrohir whispered, nudging his brother.

Elladan nodded. “I believe she is well versed in its use.” He waved a hand toward Rúmil and Orophin and the Rivendell brothers crossed the room to stand beside them.

“How did you come upon the girl?” Elladan asked when they reached them.

Orophin’s chin rose a fraction and he lifted a long brow. “Haldir found her.”

Elladan’s lips twitched at the implied ownership. “She wears men’s clothing. Perhaps she is not really a woman?”

Rúmil snorted. “If you cannot tell that then your eyes are blind.”

Elrohir bristled, but Elladan only laughed, gripping his brother’s shoulder.

“Nay,” he agreed. “She is almost as lovely as our own Arwen. You must explain why she wears such clothing.”

Orophin’s gazed brushed over Geillis. “She was brought up, I think, in a household full of men.” He turned toward Elladan. “Do not make the mistake of underestimating her, Elladan. Haldir has found himself at the point of her knife, and I have seen myself her ability with bow and sword. She rivals many elves in her skill.”

Elrohir stared at the Lórien elf in surprise. “Haldir has found himself at the point of her knife? He must have been injured or ill. I have fought with Haldir and no other would I wish to guard my back.”

Rúmil glanced at Haldir with a frown. “I can say in his place you probably would be dead.”

Elrohir stiffened, taking offense at the implied slur on his abilities, but Rúmil turned and jabbed a finger gently into his chest. “You have not seen her as we have. She has not been the same since arriving in Lothlórien.”

Elladan gripped Rúmil’s hand, pushing it away from his brother. “Why is that? What happened to her to make her different?” The Rivendell elf frowned, his brown eyes narrowed suspiciously. “She came of her own free will, did she not?”

Rúmil and Orophin looked at each other, they seemed to consider their words carefully. Elrohir waited for them to explain, moving his hand unobtrusively toward the knife sheathed at his side. If the Lorién elves had harmed the girl, or forced her unwillingly, they would find themselves at the end of his blade. She was part of their family, their duty to protect her honor. “We were attacked by Orcs,” Orophin explained, choosing his words carefully. “The keep was overwhelmed. Haldir tried to protect the Lord, but he was unable to get close enough. The Orcs had broken through the gates and we were beset by hundreds.” He glanced at Geillis. “She fought well, first with bow and then sword. No injury did she receive, but the Lord was slain, the battle lost.” Orophin folded his arms across his chest as he spoke, his eyes narrowing in challenge. “We could not leave her to die, but she was… uncontrollable in her anger and grief. Haldir put a sleeping spell upon her and we took her away during the battle.”

Elrohir eyes narrowed. “He put a spell upon her without her consent?”

Rúmil stepped forward slightly. “It was the only thing to be done. Her shrieking would have had half the Orc’s following our trail in moments if he had not.”

“So when did Haldir find himself at the point of her knife if you placed a sleeping spell on her?” Elladan asked next, and Orophin turned to face him, his blue eyes glinting coldly.

“When he removed the spell. She has the natural dexterity of an elf. Only Haldir’s wariness and skill kept her from slitting his throat. I would have been sorry to kill her if she had touched him.”

Elladan and Elrohir both bristled with outrage and the four glared at one another until Arwen pushed between them, gripping the tunics of both Elladan and Orophin.

“Stop it! All eyes are on you as you glare at each other.”

Abashed, the elves looked about, seeing that indeed all conversation had stopped and all eyes were on them. Haldir stood frowning at them and Geillis’s eyes were wide as she stood, the color draining from her face as she dropped her glass.

It shattered on the floor and her eyes closed as she collapsed. Haldir caught her before she hit the floor, and lifted her unconscious form into his arms. Elladan glanced sheepishly at his brother as their father rose in concern. Only Celeborn looked on, his blue eyes bright with amusement. *~* Geillis sat up, her head pounding, as she looked around. It was dark and she lay in her bed in her talan. She raised a shaking hand to her head and moaned as she remembered everything going black. What must they think of her? She was mortified, they were arguing over her! How could she face Elrond and his family again? She covered her face with her hands. She threw off the coverlet and slid out of the bed. She was still dressed in her tunic, how long had she been unconscious? She walked to the doorway and peeked out. Surprised, she found the balcony empty. But perhaps they thought she would sleep for hours. She leaned against the doorframe, leaning her head back in frustration. What was she going to do? She pressed her fingers to her temple as the pounding in her forehead increased. Did she really belong here? Maybe it would better if she just left. Then no one would have to worry about her. She sighed dejectedly and returned to the talan.

Walking to the bed, she sat down to pull on her boots. It would be difficult getting out of the city. She was no woodsman, elf or otherwise to sneak out of the city. No, if she was going to leave, she might as well face up to it and go to the Lady of the Wood. She could not force her to stay. She gathered her bow, and stood looking at her sword in indecision. It was Elrond’s sword he should have it back. No, she mused and picked it up, sliding it into her sheath, she might need it. She turned back to the door and gasped with surprise, as Haldir stood leaning against the doorframe.

“Going somewhere?” he asked as he stared at her.

Geillis met his gaze firmly, if not so calmly. “Perhaps,” she admitted and he straightened, resting his hands against the frame of the door.

“You won’t get far,” he asserted with a hint of amusement.

Geillis shifted the sword at her hip, lifting her chin defiantly. “I doubt that I would if you chose to stop me. I cannot begin to think I could out smart you or your rangers. I plan to go to Galadriel. I cannot stay here any longer.”

Haldir released the door and crossed the room to stand before her. “Why? What are you afraid of, little one?”

Geillis looked up at him and closed her eyes for a moment. I could say you, she thought. “I am not afraid of anything, Haldir. I just do not belong here.”

She flinched when she felt him brush her hair from her shoulder. “How do you know this? You have only been here a short time. Will you not give Elrond a chance to get to know you? He has come a long way to see you.”

Geillis turned away, hugging herself as a shiver raised goose bumps on her arms. “I cannot. It will only make it harder.”

Haldir gripped her shoulders, gently forcing her back to face him. “And where will you go, Geillis? You have no others to turn to. You have to face the fact that you have elven blood, and you have an elven family.”

Geillis closed her eyes, lifting her hand to her head in an attempt to ease the throbbing. ”Stop, I can’t think right now. Just leave me be.” She heard Haldir sigh and she opened one eye, catching the elf’s amused smile. “What do you find so funny, Haldir?” she asked wincing as the effort doubled the pounding.

“I told you not to drink your wine so fast,” he explained, and placed his fingers over her temples. In a moment the pain lessened although it did not disappear completely. Haldir arched a dark brow, his lips curving as she sighed in relief.

“I cannot remove all the effects of the wine, but I can lessen the pounding in your head.”

Geillis dropped her hands, glancing at the elf through her lashes disconcerted that she had behaved so carelessly. “Thank you. I admit I was foolish to drink so.” She walked out of the talan to gaze over the city. Haldir followed, standing behind her.

“I am leaving tonight,” he said as she whirled toward him in surprise. His gaze was hooded and she could not read his expression. “Galadriel has graciously reinstated me, and I must join my brothers on the northern fences. They have had some skirmishes with Orcs, and I am needed there.” He frowned and his eyes narrowed slightly. “Elrond means to take you with him to Rivendell and you should go. You can learn much from him, he is most wise, Geillis.”

She looked away for a moment, suddenly filled with apprehension. “I have no other place to go it seems.”

Haldir brushed his thumb against her cheek. “He is not planning on leaving for a while yet. You cannot leave until I get back.” Haldir’s lips curved in a small smile. “Will you miss me?”

Geillis frowned as their eyes met, and she was drawn into the glittering depths. She stared at him for a moment as his eyes searched hers, waiting patiently for her answer. Should she admit the truth to herself as well as Haldir?

She smiled bashfully. “Yes. I will miss you Haldir. I owe you my life.” He returned her smile, cupping her cheek with his hand, and then he turned and strode swiftly down the stairs. She watched him disappear into the shadows. She felt suddenly alone, confused by the sense of loss, she turned back into the talan shutting the door quietly.

~*~*~*~

Geillis gripped the reins of her horse as they waited for Elrond to mount. The last two weeks had passed quickly. Haldir had not yet returned and she dismayed to think they would leave before he arrived. She sighed despondently and then turned as Arwen clasped her hand with a knowing smile.

“He will know you are leaving,” she stressed as Geillis frowned.

“It matters not,” Geillis replied, staring at the pommel of her saddle. Arwen laughed, the sound tinkling like raindrops on leaves.

“You deny your heart is saddened at the thought you cannot say goodbye? Come now, Geillis, it is I Arwen you speak to. You do not need to hide your feelings from me, I know how you are feeling this day.” The dark haired elf squeezed Geillis’s fingers gently. Geillis flashed her an embarrassed smile, and found Arwen’s gaze full of compassion. “How can I admit it to you Arwen, when I cannot admit how I feel to myself.” She looked down as Elrohir paused at her knee. The elf tilted his head as he glanced at her weapons on her back.

“You carry your bow, and sword. That is good,” he said as he smiled at her. “Perhaps we will get to see your skill this journey. There is word that the Orcs have been seen and we may yet have to fight.”

Geillis smiled grimly. “You do not need to fear for me, Elrohir. I can defend myself.”

He grinned, winking at Arwen. “I shall look forward to seeing this.” He turned as Elladan strode by, and followed his brother to the front of the column.

Elrond appeared with Galadriel and Celeborn, pausing a moment as they stood in farewell. He was dressed in a tunic and leggings and armed with sword as well. It seemed they were preparing for a dangerous journey ahead. He nodded to them and walked down the length of the column, pausing as he reached her. He looked up with a frown, eyeing her weapons as well. “It will be a long journey,” he said with wink. “I see you have come well prepared. If you are like your mother, then I will ride in peace knowing you are well defended.”

Geillis stiffened, still unable to compare herself to her mother with ease, and then nodded. He patted her knee and led his horse toward his sons. He threw back the folds of his cloak, mounting gracefully and Geillis stared at him in wonder as he sat his horse. Tall and elegant, Elrond carried an aura of vitality. She could see what had drawn her mother, and reflected on this as he commanded them to embark. She turned back to look over her shoulder at the lady. Galadriel lifted her hand, and Geillis felt a brush of the lady’s thoughts in her mind. We will see you again, she said and Geillis nodded, pulling her eyes back to the front, fighting off the fear of yet another strange journey. They had ridden for an hour, still within the realm of the Golden wood and Geillis shifted in her saddle, looking up into the trees as they passed under the canopy slowly. They were headed to the northern border, and she tried not to stare as they passed below the trees. “The border is not far,” Arwen informed her, pointing to a light area at the end of path ahead of them. They rode side by side, Elrond ahead of them with Elrohir. Elladan sat at the end, behind Elrond’s retainers with more of their warriors. All wore bow and sword, and they stared at the trees as well.

“Even we cannot see the Galadhrim if they choose not to be seen. I am sure that we are watched most carefully, for our benefit of course. Haldir takes his duties most seriously,” Arwen noted with a smile.

“I fear not the Galadhrim, Arwen, but the March Warden himself if he finds that I have left without seeing him. I owe him that much, I suppose,” Geillis admitted with a sigh.

Arwen laughed. “You are so amusing, Geillis. One moment I see you with your heart in your eyes, and the next you are the warrior, stubborn and hard. Let loose of your anger.”

Geillis grinned sheepishly. “I cannot help it sometimes, Arwen. I am afraid Haldir can evoke both if he so chooses.”

They halted suddenly as Elrond and Elrohir stopped. Elrond turned to look at Geillis and she flushed as she saw that Haldir stood alongside the path, several of his wardens, including his brothers, blocking the way. Elrond’s eyebrows rose in amusement as he turned back toward the March Warden. Haldir strode forward, and Geillis could see he was not in a good mood.

“Greetings, Lord Elrond,” Haldir said as he bowed briefly. “The way will not be easy, I fear. I have had word of Orcs beyond the wood, so travel quickly and warily.”

Elrond nodded sagely. “It is as I feared, thank you for your concern, Haldir.”

Haldir touched his forehead with a bow of his head. His gaze moved down the column to Geillis. “I fear I must detain you for a moment, My Lord. I must speak with Geillis, if you do not mind.”

Elrond glanced back at her again, and his lips were now curved in an amused smile. “By all means, Haldir. You have my permission.”

Haldir strode up to her horse, and Geillis’s stomach curled in apprehension as his gaze locked on her. He reached her and held out his hand. “Will you dismount?”

She stared at him for a moment. “It is not necessary,” she said nervously.

Haldir’s grey eyes narrowed and he stepped closer. “You will dismount or I will drag you off and carry you.”

Geillis bit her lip and sighed as Arwen giggled softly beside her. She slid off her horse, and Haldir grasped her wrist pulling her among the trees as the others looked on curiously. He pulled her along until they could not see the others, and then he turned. “You were not going to say goodbye?”

“I do not control Lord Elrond’s decisions, Haldir,” Geillis responded irritably, avoiding his gaze for his eyes now glittered with anger.

“I am not talking about Lord Elrond’s decision to leave, I was aware of that. You know of what I speak,” he growled as she stared at him defiantly.

“What is there to say, Haldir? Good-bye. You will be rid of my presence finally,” Geillis snapped at him, suddenly angry.

He stared at her in surprise for a moment. “And why do you think I would be glad to be rid of you?”

“I only seem to make you angry.” She attempted to pull her wrist from his grasp but he only tightened it further, pulling her closer.

“Yes, you make me angry, and fearful as well. I send you out into the dangers of the world where I cannot watch over you.” Haldir pulled her against him, wrapping his arm around her waist.

“I can defend myself, and you know it,” Geillis argued, suddenly short of breath. She could feel the lean lines of his body as he held her tightly against him.

“It is not the same, Geillis,” Haldir disagreed as he stared down at her. His expression softened suddenly, the anger gone. “I fear I find it hard to let you go.”

Geillis swallowed, his grey eyes were glinting as he reached out to caress her cheek. “You are mine,” he said gruffly as he tightened his grip on her waist. “Make no mistake, I will come for you, Geillis.” He bent his head and his lips closed over hers, sweeping Geillis into vortex of emotions that had her thoughts reeling in whirlwind of chaos. ~*~ Galadriel leaned back in her chair, as Haldir bowed before her. He straightened, his expression devoid of emotion. He hides his thoughts too well, she thought as she studied him. In the months that young Geillis had been gone, Haldir had become more aloof than ever. He rarely came into the city, but stayed on the borders with his wardens. She reached out and allowed him to pull her to her feet.

“Why do you fight your feelings, Haldir? Do you fear we will think less of you if you give in to what your heart is telling you?”

Haldir stared at her for a moment. “I am sorry, My Lady. I forget you can see only too clearly what is in my mind.”

Galadriel lips curved slightly as she studied the strong elf before her. “Nay Haldir, I see only what is written so plainly on your face. You think you fool us when you carry such a fierce expression? You avoid the city, and stay on our borders longer than you need to. The Orc patrols have increased, yet I think your wardens can handle them adequately.”

Haldir bowed his head. “ I fear you know me too well.”

Galadriel took a few steps from the warden leaving him to stare at her back. “Haldir, tell me what is in your heart. You wish to bring her back?”

She noted that Haldir stiffened, but he replied truthfully. “Will Elrond allow her to leave?”

Galadriel glided to him, laying her hand on his arm. “What shall she do here, Haldir? I have spoken to Elrond. She is well, but he says she drifts as if lost. She needs an anchor, something to make her feel needed.”

Haldir smiled, “You have already read my thoughts on this matter, I would ask her to join my wardens.”

Galadriel stared at him thoughtfully. “You have thought this out.”

Haldir grey eyes narrowed. “I have. I do not take this lightly, My Lady. There are few elven women who wish to become guardians of the Galadhrim. I do not refuse them if they are capable. I have no fear of Geillis’s abilities. She already surpasses some of my wardens now.”

Galadriel folded her arms and paced in front of him. “Yes, that would give her some stability.” She looked frankly at Haldir. “But I fear Elrond may not find it satisfactory.”

Haldir’s expression for a moment was filled with frustration. “You think he will be concerned with me?”

Galadriel’s lips curled slightly. “You know he will.”

Haldir’s chin rose slightly, his gaze meeting Galadriel’s calmly. “I will not hurt her.”

”I do not think you would do so intentionally, Haldir. But you are well known to Elrond. Your past will affect his decision. Do not forget he thinks of her as he does Arwen. It is no simple matter anymore.”

Haldir clenched his jaw in frustration, and Galadriel smiled. “Can you not speak the words, Haldir?”

He stared at her in surprise, and then the tension drained from his face. “I can speak the words, Galadriel, if she will but have me.”

~*~*~*~

Geillis gritted her teeth as she pulled back her bow, squinting along the arrow as she adjusted her grip. She released the arrow and it flew, embedding into the target slightly off center. She cursed under her breath.

“You are distracted today, Geillis,” Elladan grinned. “Your mind must be on other things.” He chuckled as she set the bow down, pulling another arrow from the quiver on her back. She ran her fingers over the feather fletching, smoothing them.

“I do not know, Elladan. I can not seem to concentrate today, I am sorry,” she admitted with a deep sigh.

Elladan picked up her bow and pulled it back. “You impressed my father when we were attacked on our way home. I think he was concerned at first, but you defended yourself well. I am impressed by your skills, little sister. We all have days when we are not at our best.”

Geillis took the bow back from him. “Those kind of days will find you dead with an arrow in your back.” She turned back to the target, aiming once more and shot, the arrow landing in the center of the target.

“I do not care to have those kind of days,” she declared while Elladan grinned.

“You are skilled in many ways, Geillis,” he said as she turned to him. “We are lucky to bring you into our family.” Elladan grew serious for a moment which was unusual for him. “But still I think your mind is far away.”

Geillis turned away, to hide the sudden flush that reddened her cheeks. “I must go, Elladan. I promised Arwen she could help me with my elvish. I am learning your language slowly, but it is difficult.”

Elladan bowed as she brushed past him, his eyes crinkling with amusement as she hurried away.

She reached her room, and laid her bow on the bed. Her sword stood in the corner; she had not worn it since they had arrived. She pulled off the quiver, and set in near the bow. She sat on the edge of the bed, reaching for a small book that lay on her table. It was a poem book, and she was trying to decipher it. She opened it, staring at the words that seemed to flow together. She sighed, snapping it shut. I’ll never figure this out, she thought. I just am not meant to. She rose, setting the book on the table and left the room to meet Arwen.

“Mae govannen, Arwen,” she said as she entered the Evenstar’s room. Arwen turned, smiling as she set down her book.

“So you are finished with your archery practice? Elladan says it is the only time you smile, if fiercely.” Arwen smiled wryly reaching out to draw Geillis to her side.

Geillis grimaced. “It is the only thing that reminds me of my life before.” She frowned as Arwen looked at her curiously. “Everything in my life has changed Arwen. I do not know who or what I am anymore.”

Arwen squeezed her hand. “Do not be sad, Geillis. You will find your way.” Geillis smiled, reaching out to hug her. “You have been a true friend, Arwen, I value that most of all.”

Arwen nodded, her face serene, but a bit of sadness touched her eyes. “I value your friendship as well, Geillis. It is always good to have someone to speak with.”

Geillis squeezed her hand in return and they laughed. Arwen sat up, looking critically at Geillis’s clothing.

“You insist on wearing clothing that just does not become you, Geillis. Why do you not wear the gowns I have brought for you? You would be very beautiful in them. Many eyes would look upon you in wonder.”

Geillis shuddered. “I fear those looks, Arwen. I do not wish to invite the interest of others.”

Arwen grinned teasingly. “Do you not see any who you find fair of face?”

Geillis grinned. “Alas, I fear there are many fair of face here, but I do not look upon them.”

Arwen laughed. “You do not see them because they do not have the silvery hair and grey eyes you seek.”

Geillis sighed. “You know me too well, I fear.” She rose and walked toward the window, looking at the leaves as they drifted down from the surrounding trees. The autumn had come and Rivendell was glorious in its golden splendor.

Arwen turned as Elrond stepped into the doorway, gliding over to greet him with a kiss on his cheek. He smiled as he saw Geillis. “My heart is full when I see both my daughters together.” Geillis smiled and greeted him as well.

Elrond turned toward Arwen, “May I speak with you a moment?” She nodded and smiled at Geillis and they turned stepping outside the door. She could hear them speaking softly, in elvish, but she could not understand what they said. She frowned. What was it they spoke of, that they did not want her to hear?

~*~*~*~

Elrond frowned as they stepped outside the door. Arwen looked at him curiously. “What is it, Father, that you do not want Geillis to hear?”

He stared at her for a moment, debating it seemed. “I have had word from Galadriel.”

Arwen’s eyes lit up. “He is coming?”

Elrond gave a deep sigh. “I fear what he has come to ask, Arwen. As her father, I do not know if I can let her go back.”

Arwen looked up at him. “You will treat him as you do all others, Father. She will be no different if were me you speak of.”

Elrond smiled in amusement. “Yes, you know me too well, my Daughter. But yet, I know she is not happy here. How can I keep her if she is unhappy.”

“You are wise, and will know what to do when the time arrives for you to decide. You know what I would say, and would not be happy with my answer.”

Elrond’s smile faded and he looked at her gravely. “Yes, I know what you would say. I ask you how deeply she feels toward Haldir? She hides that part of her from us, and I think only to you has she revealed her heart.”

Arwen stared at her father thoughtfully. “She does not admit what she feels for him yet, but her thoughts stray more and more to the captain of the Galadhrim.” Arwen looked back into the room to see Geillis staring dejectedly out the window.

Elrond followed her gaze and his brows furrowed in frustration.

~*~*~*~

Geillis studied the target in front of her, alone this day. More and more she was finding her shots going astray and was getting frustrated at her inability to control them. What was wrong with her? She leaned the bow against her leg as she pulled off her quiver. The practice area was quiet as she looked around, the fallen leaves scattering on the soft breeze that swept the leaves ahead of it. They skittered over the stones of the floor and she watched them drift into a small pile against her target.

She sighed, hearing excited laughter as several Elves ran by the court. Ignoring them she lifted her bow, and pulling back the arrow sighting in the target. She released the string to see the arrow once again land slightly off center and she cursed in frustration.

“Perhaps a bow of the Galadhrim would improve your aim?” a voice that sent her stomach leaping into her throat, spoke behind her. Geillis spun to find Haldir staring at her, his eyes glittering as her eyes widened in surprise.

He smiled that cursed crooked smile that she had dreamed about, and stepped toward her, taking the curved bow Orophin handed to him. He held it out to her.

Geillis looked at it in surprise. Looking up at him she stared at him hesitantly. “You give me a bow of the Galadhrim?”

He held it out to her, and she took it, staring at it for a moment.

“I have come to ask you to join my wardens, Geillis. Your skills would be welcome there.” He smiled as she stared at him. She looked past him to Orophin who grinned with a nod and then turned and left.

She looked back to Haldir as he stared at her, his eyes narrowed, hiding their expression.

“I am honored, Haldir, that you would consider me worthy.” She hesitated, and he stepped closer, until she had to look up at him. He stared down at her, his lips curving in that familiar smile.

“That is not all I have come for, Geillis,” he said as her breath lodged into her throat. “But I must speak with Elrond first. He told me where I might find you, but our discussion is not yet finished.”

Geillis looked at him, and reached out to touch his sleeve, still not sure if she was dreaming. He pulled her hand to his lips, kissing her fingers, sending electric tremors straight to her heart. She gasped pulling her hand free.

He grinned mischievously. “I have promised Elrond I would be most courteous, and I am not to make you angry.” His eyes narrowed. “He did not say I could not kiss you.” Haldir stepped forward gripping her face in his hands and then kissed her, a light brush of his lips that promised more. He released her and stepped back with a frown when a cough sounded behind them. Geillis blushed furiously as his gaze met hers and then he turned to look over his shoulder. Elladan and Elrohir stood staring at him, their eyes dark with annoyance.

“I fear the March Warden oversteps his bounds already,” Elrohir said as he stared at Haldir.

Elladan nodded, stepping forward. Haldir stared at him arrogantly, and Geillis sighed.

“Stop it, you two.” She pushed her way between them, turning toward Elladan. Haldir gripped her shoulders from behind lightly, and Elladan’s eyes narrowed. She could feel Haldir’s grin and rolled her eyes as the two elves glared at one another. She pressed Elladan back gently.

“I do not need your protection, Elladan,” she said softly.

Elladan shook his head, and eyed the tall elf behind her. “I think you need it more than you realize, little sister.”

Elrohir gripped her arm and Geillis glanced behind her at Haldir. His expression was cool as he released her shoulders. Elrohir only lifted a long brow. “Elrond requests your presence, March Warden. We shall take our sister with us.”

~*~*~*~

Geillis sat on Arwen’s bed as the dark elf hurried into the room, her arms full of clothing. Geillis groaned when she realized just whose clothing it was as Arwen dumped the pile unceremoniously on top of her. Arwen only smiled wickedly, piling the silks and satins further onto Geillis’s lap.

“You cannot go to dinner tonight dressed like you are,” Arwen insisted “You have chosen to stay with me, rather than our overbearing brothers who would like no less than to put the Captain of the Galadhrim in his place.” She giggled as she stared at Geillis who moaned, resting her face in her hands.

She pulled a dress from the pile. “ I went to your room and brought back all the dresses I have had made for you, you will choose one to wear, and . . .” she stressed. “You will not argue.”

Geillis looked up at her, one eyebrow raised. “You only make the fire hotter, Arwen.”

Arwen’s lips curved into a wicked smile. “That is the whole idea, Geillis.” She pulled Geillis to her feet. “Do you deny you enjoy it when he looks at you with passion in his eyes?”

Geillis blushed, rubbing her hands on her heated face. “Arwen, I have no idea what you mean. I think I’m going to be ill.”

Arwen snorted and pushed Geillis into a chair. In front of them a tall mirror framed the two and Geillis saw that Arwen seemed to be enjoying this far too much. “I will set Elrohir and Elladan back a step as well, they have not seen you this way either, and they will be powerless to stop Haldir once he sees you.”

Geillis looked at her in the mirror as Arwen began to brush her hair. “Arwen, Lord Elrond will be furious if I play this game.”

Arwen paused in mid stroke meeting her eyes, “Nay, he will see a grown woman in love, Geillis. This is no game.”

~*~*~*~

Haldir stood waiting, he had changed into a new tunic in a soft velvet green, deeper in color than his usual clothes. His hair shown in the firelight and he turned as Orophin and Rúmil stepped beside him.

“Your discussion with Elrond did not go well?” Orophin asked as he noted the tension in Haldir’s posture as he studied the chamber. They were waiting for Lord Elrond to arrive along with both Geillis and the lady Arwen.

Haldir continued to study the chamber. “It went as well as to be expected.”

Rúmil leaned forward curiously. “Does he agree to allow her to become a warden?”

Haldir smiled crookedly. “It is her decision to make, he says.”

“So it will end well then,” Orophin responded with a grin, but Haldir shook his head.

“He will not allow her to return to Lothlórien unchaperoned.” Haldir smiled. “He fears my intentions.”

Rúmil chuckled and gripped Haldir’s shoulder in a tight clasp. “As well he should,” he said as Haldir turned his gaze on him.

“Elrond approaches, “ Orophin interrupted. Haldir turned back and they bowed as Elrond smiled, waving them forward. They crossed the room, to stand near Elrohir and Elladan. Haldir nodded to them as they glared distrustfully at the March Warden.

“I fear the brothers have become a little touchy.” Rúmil whispered to Haldir. He turned as Orophin gripped his arm suddenly.

“The Valar bless us,” Orophin breathed as Haldir stared at the vision approaching them.

Of the two women only Arwen smiled, her eyes twinkling in merriment at the stares directed toward them.

Haldir could not breath, and he closed his eyes for a moment not daring to believe what his eyes told him. Arwen and Geillis glided toward them, but it was only Geillis that he saw. She wore a deep wine-colored dress that shimmered as she moved. It fit close to her body from shoulders to hips and then flared down to the floor and it was the startling realization that she was much more alluring than he had ever imagined that he wondered how it could be the same woman. He opened his eyes, clamping his lips together, certain they would fall open as he noticed his brother’s were. His lips curved into a challenging smile as he stared at her, tempted to throw her over his shoulder and take her back to Lothlórien right this moment. But he controlled the raging tide of hunger that suddenly was threatening to engulf him.

Geillis glided as well as she could, taking the measured steps Arwen had told her to take. She trembled as Arwen gripped her arm, as they stepped into the room. Total silence greeted them as they crossed the room. Elrond’s head came up sharply, his brows coming together as he frowned. Arwen smiled at him sweetly, and his lips twitched in sudden humor. Elladan and Elrohir stood in shock, staring at them as they stopped in front of Haldir and his brothers.

She was afraid to meet Haldir’s gaze so looked at his brothers. Rúmil stood grinning, his eyes admiring her. Orophin still stood with his mouth hanging open and realizing it, shut it with a snap. She finally turned toward Haldir and bowed slightly; concerned at the view she would give him if she leaned over too much. His quick intake of breath told her it was too late. She looked up and nearly fainted at the smoldering gaze he gave her before he masked it. But she could still feel the possessiveness of that look. When his lips curved into that challenging smile she wondered if she had been so wise.

Haldir stepped forward, gripping her fingers tightly as he brought them to his lips, his eyes glinting with suppressed emotion.

“I believe my eyes deceive me for I thought the woman I would see was the warrior Geillis, I see no such person here.”

Arwen smiled benignly. “There are many sides to a person, Haldir of Lothlórien. You do not know them all.”

Haldir grinned, his eyes narrowed. “Indeed, it seems I do not.” *~* Geillis leaned against the cool stone of the balustrade. The night was bright with the full moon as she stared into the sky, the stars seeming to wink at her as she watched them.

“You seem to belong to the night,” Haldir said as he rose from where he had been sitting in the shadows.

Geillis turned, startled. She had not seen him. “Nay if anyone can blend into the shadows, it is you.”

“You are very beautiful tonight,” he whispered, reaching out to brush a hair from her face where the wind had taken it.

Geillis pulled back from his touch, but he only brushed the hair back and then dropped his hand, his expression impassive.

“Why have you come, Haldir?”

He stepped back, and turned toward the railing. “I told you I would come,” he reminder her.

Geillis rubbed her arms, the night air suddenly chill. “Only to ask me to become one of your wardens?”

Haldir frowned. “You do not wish to do so?” he asked as Geillis shook her head.

“No, that is not what I meant. I am honored that you think me capable enough to help you defend your home.” She stared at him, her heart in her throat as she looked at his profile in the moonlight. The light had burnished his hair to silver, and she could see the light reflecting from his eyes as he stared at the sky. “Is there no other reason you wish me to return?” She frowned not sure of what to say.

Haldir looked at her then, and she stepped back from the heat of his gaze. He turned toward her, and drew closer. “You invade my thoughts wherever I am. I sit on my watch and you are all I can think of. I cannot go back to the city I once loved so fully, as it seems empty without you inside it. You have bewitched me, Geillis. And tonight you come to me, dressed so? I have only so much will power. Do you dare push me any further? What is it that you want? Shall I toss you over my shoulder, as I would like? To throw you into my bed, so I can rip that bloody dress off you,” He snarled softly as he gripped her wrists, pulling her toward him. Geillis stared at him, as he sought to gain control of his emotions, and trembled at the ferocity of his gaze. He released her, and stepped back turning away from her.

“I am sorry,” he said gruffly. “I do not mean what I say.”

Geillis smiled slowly. “Do you not? Haldir of Lothlórien.” He turned to stare at her as she stepped closer, his eyes narrowed. “Do you think I wore this dress to please any other but you? I have had no eyes for any of the fair elves of this land, I seek only one, and he stands before me.”

Haldir stared at her. “You tempt me too much, little one. I cannot break the promise I made to Elrond. I have sworn to uphold your honor.” Geillis stared at him in surprise. He groaned and reaching for her, crushed her to him in a heated embrace. She gasped for breath when he released her just as suddenly. He stared at her for a moment, his eyes filled with passion, then he turned and strode away as she watched. She felt her lips; they were bruised from his kiss, and closed her eyes as she leaned on the rail.

Elrohir looked at his brother as they stood in the shadows, watching Haldir leave.

“This is getting most serious,” Elladan said as he watched Geillis. Elrohir nodded in agreement. “I think perhaps we need to slow this down. What do you think?” Elrohir chuckled as his brother grinned.

“No need to ask, you know I agree. I do not think we should wait, tonight is not any too soon, from that embrace we saw.”

~*~*~*~

Geillis entered her room, fingering lips still tender from Haldir’s kiss. Goosebumps rose on her flesh as she recalled Haldir’s stare when she entered the dining room. She stared at herself in the mirror, noting the flush that crept up her cheeks as she stared at the wine-colored dress. It fitted tightly, its neckline lower than anything she’d ever worn before, and she had felt quite exposed, as he’d stared at her. She sighed, and then frowned as a movement behind her caught her eye. She started to turn, but was gripped from behind, a hand covering her mouth as she started to cry out. She was pulled against a hard chest and she looked up to see Elladan grinning at her. She struggled, her mouth still covered by Elrohir she assumed, and she glared angrily at Elladan as he stepped closer.

“I’m afraid, little sister, that we are going to have to detain you for a little while.” He grasped her wrists tying them together quickly as she twisted in Elrohir grip. “We aren’t going to hurt you, but I take Orophin’s suggestion at not underestimating you quite seriously.”

Geillis glared at him furiously, as they quickly tied a cloth over her mouth. Elrohir spun her about, and tossing her over his shoulder they stepped out of the door. Geillis twisted, trying to kick out, and she heard Elrohir curse. She was set down roughly, but only saw him smile grimly before his hands covered her eyes and once again she fell limp to be carried away against her will.

“She is not going to forgive us for this, you know,” Elrohir said as he carried the limp girl through the city. “Elrond is going to have our heads.”

“Are you having second thoughts now?” Elladan asked worriedly.

“Nay,” Elrohir responded jovially, “Just not looking forward to our eventual reprimand, from both Geillis and our father.” He sighed but then shrugged. “If the March Warden feels this strongly toward Geillis, he’s going to have to prove how much he wants her. She is not going to be trifled with.”

~*~*~*~

Arwen hurried into the Elrond’s study, her face pale.

“I cannot find Geillis. She is not in her room, and has not been there since last night.”

Elrond frowned, laying the book he’d been studying on a table. He rose, as Arwen gripped his arm.

“I know what you are thinking, and I have thought that as well. But she is not with Haldir I have already asked him. I do not think he lied when he said she had not been there.” Arwen gave her father a worried frown. “I would not care to be the one to face him when he finds them.”

Elrond looked up as Haldir entered the study, his brothers only a step behind, his grey eyes glinting icily as he bowed to Elrond.

“She is not in her room. Where could she be?” Haldir demanded. He had arrived dressed as a warden and armed as well.

Elrond frowned again, his eyes narrowed as he looked at Haldir.

“Is it possible you had words last night, and she was angry enough to leave?” he asked as he stared at Haldir.

Haldir’s steely gaze did not waver. “We had no words last night, My Lord. I left her on the balcony after dinner. She would not have left like this.”

Elrond looked at Arwen, a sudden thought coming to him. “Where are your brothers, Arwen?”

Arwen looked at him in surprise and then a look of irritation crossed her features. “They have something to do with this, I am sure. No one would dare enter the city and abduct Geillis. What have they done now?”

Elrond paced the study. “You have checked the training areas, everywhere?”

Arwen nodded. “We were planning on gathering herbs today, she is well versed in them, and were to compare our knowledge. I was to meet with her this morning and when she did not come, I went to search for her. No one has seen her since last night. I could not find my brothers.”

Elrond sighed. “I fear your brothers are up to mischief again.” He turned as Elladan entered the study.

“What is all the commotion about?” he asked with a smile. The smile faded quickly as everyone turned to him.

“Where is Geillis?” Elrond asked as he stared at his son. Elladan grinned suddenly.

“She is safe,” he said and turned toward Haldir.

“What have you done with her, Elladan?” Haldir growled, his eyes glinting dangerously. “If she is harmed in any way, you will regret this.”

Elladan stared at the March Warden coldly. “I do not fear your anger, she will come to no harm.”

Elrond gripped Elladan’s shoulder. “What games do you play today, it is a serious matter if you have taken Geillis away without her permission.”

Elladan frowned, staring at Haldir. “I fear our sister may not realize the dangers she faces when she is alone with the March Warden.”

Haldir growled in anger, stepping forward only to have Rúmil and Orophin grasp his arms, holding him back.

“Nay, Haldir,” Orophin whispered softly. “Control your anger.”

Haldir shook off his brother’s grip. “I would not hurt her in any way, Elladan. You do more by taking her unarmed into the wilderness. The Orcs have patrolled near to Rivendell. If she is only with Elrohir, and with no weapons, you have placed her in far more danger.”

Elrond stepped between them. “When did you take her, Elladan?” he asked as Elladan frowned defiantly.

He stared at his father, and bowed his head. “We took her last night,” he replied with a glance at Haldir. “Elrohir will not allow her to be in any danger.”

Haldir’s eyes narrowed but Elrond spoke first. “You took her last night? She did not wear clothing that will blend in with the forest, Elladan. Unless you took her to a cave somewhere, she is going to be a beacon for any roving band of Orc. You had better hope Elrohir does not cross any of their paths.”

Elladan frowned. “The lands near to Rivendell are safe enough, I do not think she will be in danger.”

Haldir stepped forward only to have Orophin stop him, brushing past him.

“We crossed an Orc trail only a league distant from the gates of Rivendell, Elladan. They grow bolder of late. We reported this to Elrond, and your scouts have confirmed this. If you had but listened when we first arrived, you would know this. But your clash with Haldir has blinded you both.”

Elladan looked at Elrond, his face suddenly gray. “I am to meet Elrohir, I can take you to them.”

~*~*~*~

Haldir shouldered his bow, and picked up his sword where he had placed it against the wall in his room. He buckled it to his hip, refusing to dwell on the fear that rose inside of him. He strode from the room, and hurried to the gate of the city. Elladan stood waiting with Elrond, and as he reached it, his brothers ran up quickly as well, their bows strapped to their backs. Elladan stepped in front of Haldir as he paused.

The Rivendell elf reached out, gripping Haldir’s shoulder as he looked at the March Warden. Their eyes met, and Elladan dropped his gaze. “If any harm comes to her, Haldir, I will lay my life at your feet.” Haldir stared at him for a moment, then glanced to Elrond where he waited patiently. His expression was carefully controlled.

“We will find her, Elladan,” Haldir said. “Your life is your own.”

Elrond smiled, and they nodded to him. He watched as the four elves spread out, his son’s darkness standing out among the tawny silvery haired rangers. He sighed, refusing to let loose the despair that threatened to creep into his heart. Arwen hurried up to him as she saw the elves retreat into the forest, and he hugged her tightly as they watched the elves fade away.

~*~*~*~

Geillis sat on the ground, her hands still tied in front of her. Elrohir knelt in front of her, looking off into the forest. He turned worried eyes toward her as she tried to loosen the knot with her teeth and glared at him furiously. He had removed the cloth around her mouth earlier, and she whispered furiously.

“You have put us in much danger, Elrohir. Even I can hear the Orc patrol.”

Elrohir reached out, untying the knot tying her hands quickly. “I realize that, Geillis. The Orc have gotten bold to pass this close to Rivendell. But they block our way, I cannot get you back to the city.” He looked at the dress, and sighed. “You stand out like a beacon, had I thought we would cross any dangers like this, we would not have brought you here. But the die has been cast, and I will have to do what I can. I have no where to hide you.” He pulled his bow from his back. “I will try to distract them, and you must flee. There is a ravine about a league distant; in its rocks you may find shelter. But you will have to hurry.” He turned back to kneel behind a fallen tree, as the sounds of the Orcs drew nearer.

Geillis crouched down behind him, trying to keep the bright color of her dress hidden below the level of the fallen tree. She could see the Orcs as they drew nearer, and she gasped in horror suddenly as she spied their leader. On his chest he wore a large brooch, and Geillis could see it clearly even at this distance. She slowly backed away behind Elrohir as he pulled an arrow from his quiver.

“You must flee, Geillis, they will see you,” Elladan hissed as he glanced behind him. She was not where he could see her and he must have assumed she had fled.

But Geillis had not. She lifted the heavy branch quietly from the forest floor, and with all her strength, brought it down firmly over Elrohir’s head. He stared blankly for a moment before he collapsed unconscious.

Geillis reached out, and felt his pulse. It was strong, and she sighed thankfully. She rolled him away from the tree, digging out the piles of leaves that had accumulated there. Heaving the unconscious elf against the tree, she pulled his cloak around him, and piled the leaves over top of him as best she could. She crouched beside him as the Orcs halted not fifty feet from where she sat. She leaned over Elrohir.

“They would have killed you instantly, Elrohir. I may have a better chance. I am sorry.” She kissed his brow, and then pulled his hood up. She reached back for the ropes that had tied her wrist, looping them into a slipknot and tightening it with her teeth. If they thought she had been a captive, it might keep them from killing her right away. And if her suspicions were correct, she might have another chance, if only for a few hours. Hopefully enough time for rescue. She shuddered at what she was going to have to endure.

~*~*~*~

The Orc leader paused as his warriors grumbled; they had been harrying the elves near Rivendell for days. He snarled as he thought of his quarry only a few leagues distant. His men were beginning to tire of this waiting game, but the Orc leader refused to back down. Something would turn up and he was going to be there when it did. He grinned, his face creasing in horrible laughter as he thought of the ways he would torture the elves he sought. A flash of brilliant color caught his eye, and he turned in surprise as several of his warriors roared. They crashed through the trees, chasing the brilliant flashes of color ahead of them. The Orc leader laughed as he followed, stopping when he saw that the colorful sprite had fallen. He could see it was a human woman who lay gasping for breath, her black hair spread over her like a cloak, the red dress she wore heaving with her gasps. The Orc reached down for her. Her wrists were tied, and she struggled with him, her pathetic attempts to free herself from his grasp only amusing him. He stared at her for a moment as something about her pricked his memory. Gripping her firmly he lifted her off her feet, and as she glared at him furiously, he grinned.

“Ah, you look familiar, human woman. Could it be your keep that we so thoroughly destroyed a while back?” he laughed as she snarled and twisted in his grasp. Her glare told him he was correct. “I enjoyed our fun there,” he growled as her eyes flooded with horror. “But I fear our quarry escaped. I seem to remember you being near them.” He snarled as she glared defiantly back at him. She was feisty, this one. He threw her down and she sprawled among the Orcs as they growled, snapping at her. The Orc leader reached out and pulled the brooch from his chest. He threw it at her.

“Recognize this? I carry it to remind me who thought to deny me my quarry. He was lucky he was dead when I found him.” The Orc reached down and grabbed her hair. “You may not be so lucky.”

Geillis grimaced as the Orc pulled her to her feet. “I may be the only chance you have to gain access to your quarry,” she choked as he yanked her to him. She turned away as he breathed his rancid breath on her, coughing.

“What do you mean by that,” he growled, forcing her to look at him. His red eyes stared at her hungrily, and Geillis did not relish being thought of as dinner.

“You see I was not here of my own free will,” she said as she brought up her still tied wrists. “The elves you want are in Rivendell, they fight over me.” She closed her eyes, realizing how true this was. “The one you want will be searching for me, if I am dead he will return to Lothlórien and you will not have your revenge. You cannot reach him once he enters the Golden Wood.”

The Orc snarled something in his own tongue, tossing Geillis back onto the ground. She groaned as she sprawled there, afraid to move as the other Orcs crowded closer. The leader roared in anger and they spread back. He leaned down over her as she stared at him defiantly. He grinned and Geillis caught her breath. He reached down and she gasped as he brought up his knife, but only slid it down the front of her dress. With a jerk, the dress tore, and he pulled her to her feet, now only dressed in a thin chemise that hung to her knees.

“We shall leave something for him to find then, for I shall enjoy both my lunch and dinner together.” He laughed as Geillis flinched and the others fell in line as he dragged her stumbling into the forest.

~*~*~*~

Haldir knelt, touching the small indentation in the dirt. Elladan stood scanning the forest, his face creased in worry. They had not found Elrohir or Geillis where Elladan was supposed to meet them. Tracks had proved the Orcs had passed here as well. He gritted his teeth so far no blood.

He stood and they gathered together. Rúmil and Orophin’s faces were grim. Elladan was pale. “They have both passed here, the Orcs later, so I do not think they saw them. We must continue on.”

They ran another league and suddenly stopped when they found Elrohir. He sat rubbing his head, his face grey. He looked up from where he sat, leaves clinging to his cloak.

“I think she hit me,” he said as he was pulled to his feet. “I told her to flee, the Orcs were coming and I could not hide her.” He stared at Haldir. “I am sorry Haldir, I did not expect to find Orcs so close to Rivendell.”

Haldir gaze was cold as he stared at Elrohir. “She saved your life then.” He turned as Rúmil ran up to him, handing him the brooch.

“I found this over there,” he said pointing further among the trees. Haldir stared at it, his jaw clenching in frustration. “This is Lord Aidan’s. It was on his cloak when we left him.”

Rúmil frowned. “Then it is the same group of Orcs.” Haldir nodded in agreement and Elrohir and Elladan looked at them in confusion.

“The Orcs somehow have tracked us to Rivendell. Haldir killed their leader when we were ambushed, and followed us to Lord Aidan’s keep. They look for revenge.” Rúmil said as he turned toward them.

“She must have realized the same thing,” Haldir said as he tucked the brooch into his belt. “She will use us as bait, to gain her some advantage. But she will not have much time.” He turned as Orophin cried out from behind them.

“Haldir!” Haldir ran to where Orophin knelt. Orophin’s eyes were grim as he handed Geillis’s dress to Haldir. He stood as Haldir stared at it, conflicting emotions crossing his face until he controlled them. He looked at Orophin, his face impassive, but his eyes gleamed frostily in the dim light of the forest.

~*~*~*~

Geillis struggled to keep up, but the Orcs were much larger and took huge steps as they hurried through the forest. She stumbled once again, and found herself dragged several feet before being hauled roughly to her feet. They only laughed as the bruises and scrapes multiplied, and she gasped with pain. Her time was running out, she could not run much longer, and it was putting Haldir much farther behind. Would he find her clues, she wondered? She had left the brooch on the forest floor, and thanked the Valar the Orcs had not retraced her steps, leading them to Elrohir who had lain unconscious. At least he would live. She hung her head in weariness only to crash into the back of the Orc leader who had stopped. She fell back to the ground, rubbing her chest where his armor had bit into her. He turned looking down at her, grinning. They dragged her to a tree and tied her there. The Orc leader growled and the others gathered around him as they spoke in their guttural language.

Geillis leaned over her wrists, trying to pull the knot loose with her teeth. It loosened and she rolled over to the side of the tree, trying to slide out from underneath the ropes to find a smaller Orc staring at her hungrily.

“Why don’t you run!” he grinned, licking his lips, but his eyes flickered in terror as he backed up suddenly. He screamed in fright as the Orc leader picked him up, staring at him in the eyes. He said nothing but threw the Orc into the others, and they let him fall landing heavily in the dirt. The Orc scrambled away on all fours as the others stared at their leader.

He turned to Geillis as she cringed against the tree, yanking her to her feet. “We wait here, it should not be long,” he growled, twisting her hair into his fist. “Elves are quick and we left them a good trail.” He pulled a long knife from his side, and thrust it into Geillis thigh. She screamed in pain, and shock and he only laughed as she clutched at the blood that welled thru her fingers.

“They should have heard that,” he snarled, throwing her back into the dirt. Geillis lay there, pain threatening to overcome her as black spots danced in front of her. She blinked rapidly, trying to clear the darkness that hovered over her. She heard rather than saw the arrow as it flew through the air, landing with a thud in its target. The Orc roared in pain, but was unfazed as he pulled it out of his arm. More arrows flew through the air, she could hear the whistle of their fletching and the Orcs scrambled for cover as she huddled near the tree. The Orc leader stood next to her, using his shield to block the elven arrows, and she tried to crawl out of his path. He snarled and stepped forward, blocking her. She froze as finally her vision cleared and saw Haldir standing in front of the Orc.

His eyes glittered icily, his expression grim. He held his bow with an arrow nocked, but he did not release it. His voice sent shudders through her as he spoke.

“Release the girl; it is me that you want. You can take me instead.”

The Orc laughed, not moving. “I think not, elf. She looks to be a tasty bite, and I find her to my liking.”

Haldir frowned, as he circled the Orc. “You stand at a disadvantage, you will be dead if I loose this arrow. Already my elves have overpowered the rest of your warriors. You are no match for elves, Orc.” The Orc smiled evilly, reaching down to pull Geillis to her feet. She clenched her teeth as pain shot through her.

“I think that I will take my chances,” he laughed, pushing Geillis in front of him, his back to the tree. “She makes a fine shield if I say so myself.”

Geillis stared at Haldir, seeing his hesitation. Geillis gasped as more Orcs flooded from the forest, where they had hidden themselves. Haldir eyes narrowed, but he turned and let his arrow fly to his left, as the Leader roared in laughter.

Geillis cried out as the Orcs poured out, forcing herself to become limp. The Orc let her fall, stepping over her as he saw his quarry distracted. She rolled over toward the tree as she saw Haldir turn back, and she met his eyes as he glanced quickly at her. He dropped his bow, and with a flick of his fingers, loosened the buckles that held his quiver to his back. In the same motion he drew his sword, as the Orc Leader lunged toward him.

Geillis cringed as the Orc stepped in front of her, blocking her view of Haldir, but in a moment they moved and she saw Haldir turn, blocking the blow the Orc had aimed at his head. He bent down and threw his bow and quiver toward her as he ducked beneath the arm the Orc swung angrily at his head.

Geillis crawled over to the bow, pulling out an arrow with trembling hands. Haldir’s bow was longer than hers, and she was sure much tighter in draw. She only hoped she would be able to pull it back.

The two circled in front of her, and once again she could not see Haldir as he dodged the Orc’s thrust, but she could hear the clash of their blades as they fought. She drew the arrow and sucking in a deep breath pulled the bow back, her arms quivering with tension as she pulled with all her strength.

For a moment she didn’t think she could do it, the string was taut with tension, but then it drew back fully and she let the arrow fly, the string snapping back with a twang as she let go. It was a good thing the range was close as the arrow flew erratically, but still embedded itself into the Orc’s neck. She aimed again, her arms trembling with effort and loosed another arrow, the sweat beading on her forehead as she stood, leaning on one leg.

The Orcs circled Geillis, as she raised the bow once more. She gritted her teeth, her fingers aching with pain as she gripped the string, not sure she’d be able to pull it back again. The wood creaked loudly as she bit her lip, her eyes narrowing in concentration and the string sang once more as the arrow flew wobbly, bouncing off the Orc’s armor. She sank to the ground, unable to stand, as the Orc leaped toward Haldir, and she could see nothing but the Orc’s back as they clashed. She closed her eyes, not daring to look, when a hand touched her shoulder.

Orophin’s expression was fearsome, a grim demeanor casting his blue eyes to ice. His face was set with a calm intensity that showed in both his blue eyes as he glanced down at her and also in the gazes of Rúmil, Elladan, and Elrohir who followed quickly. They gathered behind her, pulling back longs bows to launch four arrows simultaneously, hitting the Orc in front of Geillis. At this close range, even Orc armor could not withstand an elvish arrow launched full force. The Orc turned as she stared in apprehension, and she saw Haldir duck underneath the Orc’s arm, his face bloody. The Orc’s cry of rage was cut off as Haldir’s blade sliced through its neck and the Orc fell heavily to the ground.

Geillis stood slowly, shaking as the pain in her leg throbbed horribly. She saw Haldir was leaning wearily on his bloody sword. She stumbled toward him, throwing herself into his arms. Haldir staggered, dropping his sword as she wrapped her arms around his neck to twist her fingers into his hair.

“Geillis, you must let go,” Haldir demanded with a raspy voice. He reached back to pry her fingers free, but Geillis only hugged him tighter. “No, I’m never going to let you go,” she whispered fiercely and she felt him sigh. He rested his cheek against hers for a moment and she could feel his lips curve as he smiled and squeezed her tightly.

“You must let me go, Geillis,” Haldir insisted, gasping. “I am bleeding.”

Geillis released him with a horrified cry as he staggered back a step. Orophin and Rúmil caught him as he began to fall, his face grey. They laid him gently on the ground and Geillis knelt next to him.

Haldir opened his eyes and his lips curved in that crooked smile. “I will be all right, do not look so worried,” he said but then groaned in pain as Rúmil probed his side.

Rúmil frowned, leaning over his brother. “Another inch to the left, and your lung would have been punctured. We need to stop the bleeding, and will need Elrond to heal this fully.”

~*~*~*~

Elrond leaned over the bed, resting his hand lightly on Haldir’s brow as he slept. He pulled up a chair and sat; opening the book he’d been studying. The wind sighed through the open door as he read, glancing occasionally at the elf that lay before him.

Haldir was pale, his hair washed and spread out on the pillow beside him, the sheet covering him from hips down. His chest and arms were well muscled, and only a faint redness revealed the wound he had taken in his side. Elrond looked up as Rúmil, Orophin entered the room, Elladan and Elrohir a step behind.

“He is well?” Orophin asked, his gaze resting on his brother.

Elrond smiled blandly. “He is well, only sleeping. He has always been strong.” He looked at the elves as they hovered over Haldir’s bed.

“Where is Geillis? I am surprised she has not come sooner.”

Elladan and Elrohir looked sheepish for a moment. “We told her she had to um… change first.”

Orophin and Rúmil looked at the two Rivendell brothers with outright amusement. “We still are disappointed.” Rúmil chuckled. “We were enjoying the view. Haldir was in no position to argue with us for once.”

Elrond looked at them curiously. He had not seen Geillis when they returned, as the brother’s had brought Haldir to him directly.

Elrohir frowned possessively. “That’s exactly why we told her to change.” He glanced back at his father with a shrug. “The Orcs took her dress,” he explained as Elrond’s brows drew together.

Elladan coughed into his hand. “She only had her chemise, and it was a little torn, and well, we…”

“That is enough description, thank you,” Elrond said dryly, and sent an exasperated frown toward Rúmil and Orophin. They both grinned shamelessly.

“We may be Haldir’s brothers,” Orophin mused softly. “But we know beauty when we see it.”

“Even a little dirty and blood,” Rúmil agreed.

Elrond stood up quickly. “Bloody? She was hurt?” The four elves shook their heads in unison.

“No, not really, well… that cut to her leg…” Elrohir explained quickly. Elrond’s scowl should have had them quaking.

“Don’t worry, Lord Elrond,” Orophin cut it. “We were able to heal her wounds, but the dress, well…” Elrond folded his arms as all four stared at each other, and then grinned.

“I hope you didn’t stare at her all the way back to Rivendell?” Elrond countered severely, and Rúmil made a sour face.

“No,” he sighed dramatically. “Haldir had a hand in that. After we patched him up, he made her wear his cloak.”

“Aye,” Orophin agreed. “He was a little touchy about that, good thing he was sore, or I think Rúmil might have had a black eye when he mentioned that the chemise was a little thin in spots…” Orophin laughed ignoring Rúmil’s scowled.

“You may have one yet if you don’t leave off,” Haldir maintained softly as he struggled to a sitting position. His long hair slid over his shoulders, and he leaned forward while Rúmil quickly pulled the pillows up behind him. He settled back with a sigh, but his eyes glittered darkly with annoyance. Rúmil only lifted a blond brow, unperturbed by his brother’s expression.

“How do you feel?” Elrond asked.

“I am fine. I do not think I need this bunch of women surrounding me,” Haldir growled as he stared at the elves who edged closer to the bed.

“Nay, I am certain he would rather have Geillis plastered to his side as she did after he’d killed the Orc.” Orophin snorted. “I didn’t think she was going to let him free.” Haldir’s lips twitched in a crooked smile.

Elrond shook his head again. “I think I shall leave. I will be better off not hearing all of this story, I think.” He left the room muttering softly to himself.

Elrohir leaned over the bed. “We are glad you are well, Haldir. We are indebted to you, for we put Geillis’s life in danger.”

Haldir stared at them gravely, and then reached out, gripping Elrohir’s hand. “I know you only are concerned for her.” Elrohir smiled and turned as Geillis ran into the room, wearing her tunic and leggings again.

Rúmil made another face. “I liked the other better,” he complained to Orophin snidely in elvish. Geillis had stopped abruptly staring at Haldir. She dragged her gaze from the elf to look at Rúmil in confusion until she realized what he was referring to and then glared fiercely at the Lórien brother.

“I am sure you did, Rúmil,” she shot back. “You didn’t realize I have been learning Elvish while I was here. I understood most of what you said, you know.”

Rúmil’s eyes widened and he looked at Orophin who grinned back sheepishly. Geillis stared at the two for a moment, trying not to laugh. Her grin faded for a moment as she stared at each of them, Haldir curiously quiet as he watched her.

“I think I would like to speak with Geillis alone,” Haldir said as he stared at her. The four elves left, laughing and Geillis turned to Haldir trying not to stare as the room grew quiet.

“Why do you stand there fidgeting like a child?” Haldir asked as she realized she doing just that.

Geillis smiled, dragging her eyes from Haldir’s chest as she pressed her fingers to her lips in an attempt not to giggle. Giggle! She was acting like a child! She smiled and turned away to stroll about the room.

“Why did your smile fade just now?” Haldir inquired, watching her pick up Elrond’s book. Geillis looked up, another smile on her face.

“I just realized how much I have come to care for all of you,” she explained softly. She sat on the chair, her gaze resting on Haldir once again, before she looked down at the book in her hand. Much safer to look at, she decided. She had not seen him undressed before.

“Geillis,” Haldir murmured, but she could not look up.

“Geillis, look at me,” he insisted firmly, but she could hear the amusement in his voice.

Geillis clutched the book in her hand tightly. “I don’t think I’d better, Haldir,” she whispered, her voice coming out in a horrible squeak.

She heard him chuckle and the bed creaked so Geillis squeezed her eyes shut, certain that she’d see much more of him than she was ready to.

“Do I make you uncomfortable?” he asked, his voice farther away.

Geillis peeked out of the corner of her eye. He had found a shirt somewhere and it hung open at his chest, but he was covered at least. Geillis let out a sigh of relief. She had not expected to see him half naked when she came in, and only the fact his brothers were there kept her mouth from hanging open in admiration and surprise.

“No, well yes,” she said, as she looked up at him, suddenly very nervous.

“Come sit by me.” Haldir patted the bed next to him. She stood up, staring down at him for a moment and he reached up, drawing her down next to him. She sat on the bed gingerly.

“So you say you care for us? We have cared for you from the first, Geillis. Why did you refuse to see that?”

Geillis looked up at him as she pulled her legs onto the bed. “How could I admit that for once someone truly cared for me? I have always been alone, Haldir. Even in the keep with Lord Aidan and Connor. They all knew I was not his daughter, and accepted me only because of him. But I did not feel loved there. It is something hard to admit when you do not know what it is.”

Haldir was silent and she glanced at him from the corner of her eye. He was not looking at her. Finally he turned toward her. “And how much do you care for me?” he asked frankly.

Geillis smiled, and pushing away her nervousness at his nearness, twisted on the bed, wrapping her arms around his neck. She slid her fingers into his hair, feeling the silky texture of it slide through her fingers. She felt his hands wrap around her waist and he shifted her so that she lay against his chest. She closed her eyes as the feeling of his warm skin against hers through his open shirt sent waves of fire rushing through her. He rolled and she fell back against the pillows as he leaned over her. Her fingers were still locked behind his neck as he stared at her, the grey depths of his eyes glittering, and she pulled him close to feel his lips caress her brow softly.

“This is not a good time,” Haldir whispered as she sighed. She opened her eyes. His shirt had slid off one shoulder, and she traced the lines of the muscles there, watching his eyes, the lids narrowing over the grey depths. “You must stop, I do not have much will power this day.”

Geillis grinned, then sat up. He pulled her back into his embrace, and she wrapped her arms around him again, hugging him tightly.

“You said you would never let me go,” he reminded her, his voice muffled into her hair.

“Aye, I said that,” she agreed. She felt him smile. He reached up pulling her hands from his neck, and kissed the tips of her fingers. “You must make me one promise, Geillis,” he commanded quietly, staring at her again but with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “You can only dress like a man when you are on watch as one of my wardens.”

~*~*~*~

Elrond watched Geillis as she sat in front of him; the day was late and he stared past her out the window for a moment.

“My Lord,” Geillis said as he turned back to her.

Elrond reached out, gathering her hands in his as he looked at her frankly. “I have come to care for you deeply, Geillis, in just this short time. You must realize how our sense of time differs from yours, even though you realize now you are half-elven. Still you have not lived as we have.”

Geillis stared at him curiously. “I know you have lived long, Elrond, My Lord. I can not even begin to understand what it has been like.”

Elrond smiled. “I have seen many men’s lifetimes, seen and felt many things. I understand what you are feeling, even though I am so ancient to you.”

Geillis smiled teasingly. “You are terribly old, Elrond.” He grinned, and pulled her to her feet to walk with him out onto the balcony, tucking her arm through his.

“I wish to discuss something of great importance to you, Geillis. I must know that you understand why I say this to you.” He turned facing her.

“I know how deeply you feel for Haldir,” he said as she stared at him. “You are a grown woman, albeit a child to my eyes. Haldir has asked you to become one of the Galadhrim, and I see you have agreed.” Geillis nodded.

‘You belong there; I have no qualms regarding that. But I must warn you to be careful, Geillis. To love an elf is to love for eternity. If you take Haldir as a lover, he will remain in your heart, whether you remain together or not. You must understand that to seal the bond you have now, may doom you to despair.”

Geillis stared at her feet for a moment. “I understand what you are saying, My Lord.” She looked up, and her gaze was frank. “It is my choice whether I take Haldir as my lover, but I should not expect any more? I have heard the rumors that surround him.”

Elrond frowned. “They are not rumors, Geillis, but truths.”

Geillis sighed. “I would take the barest moment of time to be with Haldir, than to not have him at all. You do not think he can love me?”

Elrond wrapped his arm around Geillis’s shoulders. “I do not know, Geillis. I have never seen or heard him become so enamored. Perhaps the thread you weave will be strong enough. But will you be strong enough if it is not? You are half-elven,” he stressed. “You will live long in this world. It will be your decision to remain here in Middle Earth, or as my daughter you may travel to the west and become immortal if you so choose. Either way, life will be an eternity if your heart despairs, whether you stay here and die or go into the west and live forever.” 

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