Title & Chapter Number: You Saw His Eyes (A Ballad) 4/4
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
Haldir stood waiting patiently as Geillis said her farewells to Rivendell. She was dressed in her tunic and leggings, for they were to return to Lothlórien this day. She carried her sword sheathed to her back, the Galadhrim bow shouldered, her quiver strapped over the sheath of the sword. He noted she was well armed, but he expected no less. Her black hair was pulled back from her face, and as she turned and caught his glance, he smiled, knowing it was difficult for her to leave the family she had just recently accepted.
Geillis hugged Arwen fiercely. “I will be back. You know I cannot stay away.”
Arwen smiled. “I too will come to Lothlórien, but it may become more difficult as the darkness spreads. Be wary, Geillis.” Arwen hugged her again, then stepped back as Elrond came forward.
Geillis smiled shyly. She was suddenly unsure of how to express herself, but then grinned and reached up to kiss his cheek. He looked down at her fondly, a small smile hovering around his mouth as he gripped her shoulders.
“Remember what I have told you, Geillis. Come back soon to us.”
Geillis smile faltered and she stepped up to hug him. “Thank you for all you’ve done, Elrond.” She stepped back, gazing fondly at Elladan and Elrohir.
“We will come to Lothlórien soon,” Elladan said as he glanced at Haldir. “I hope to see you well.” He frowned. “Do not hesitate to send for us, Geillis, if you feel the need.”
She smiled and kissed his cheek, then turned and walked to where Haldir stood.
“I am ready, March Warden,” she said, as his dark brows rose in amusement. He nodded farewell to Elrond, bowing slightly, and Geillis turned to wave goodbye as she followed Haldir out into the forest. She studied the green cloak in front of her as they traveled single file, their steps quick but unhurried. Haldir’s hair hung down his back and she studied the intricate plaiting as she followed him. His steps were graceful as he walked, the lines of his body tense with alertness. He glanced about him as they traveled, telling her that his senses were on high alert. And with Orophin and Rúmil behind her, she felt well protected. They traveled quickly, even in the hilly terrain surrounding Rivendell.
Haldir paused alongside the path for a moment as Rúmil and Orophin crouched next to him, speaking softly. He pulled a water bottle from his belt and handed it to Geillis. She swallowed some of the water, then handed it back.
“Perhaps this journey I will not have to force-feed you,” Haldir teased as he handed her a piece of Lembas bread.
Geillis scowled at him, stuffing the bread into her mouth. She swallowed the bread and sat down for a moment, leaning against a small tree. She was tired, but unwilling to admit it to Haldir, and stood quickly when he straightened.
“We travel a few more leagues, if you are able, then will stop for the night. It is not good to travel when Orcs and Goblin tend to roam more freely. We will sleep in the trees tonight.”
Geillis stared at Haldir’s back as they continued. Sleep in the trees? How ever would they do that? Groaning at the thought of such discomfort, she sighed and pushed away the tiredness that made her legs cramp. She gritted her teeth. She’d keep up with these elves if it killed her.
~*~*~*~
Geillis sighed as Haldir stopped in front of her. Her legs were trembling with exhaustion, but she refused to let them see it. Leaning casually against a tree, she massaged her thigh and jumped when Orophin’s voice spoke behind her.
“You do not have to be so stubborn. Haldir is just a bad as you, refusing to acknowledge when he has pushed you too far.”
Geillis turned to him, and he stared at her with a frown. “Do not think we cannot see how tired you are. We respect your will to continue, but it will not be well if you are weary and we are attacked. We are used to such long distances, you are not.”
Geillis sighed, but stood again as Haldir approached. He looked at Orophin who scowled at him in irritation.
“My brother is irritated with me because I have allowed you to journey so far. He does not think I see your weariness.” Haldir watched Orophin stalk off into the forest, and then turned back to Geillis, who stared at him defiantly.
“I am fine,” she said, and he grinned arrogantly.
“Are you?” He reached out to grip her shoulder. The strength of his hold, besides the torrent of sensation from his touch, turned her legs to water. She sat down abruptly. “We will not go so far tomorrow, and you will admit to me when you need to rest.”
Geillis scowled again, but he only looked on in amusement as he crouched down in front of her. “You are ever so defiant, little one.” He brushed a lock of hair from her shoulder. “I will leave you for a moment to rest, but we need to be in the trees before darkness falls.”
~*~*~*~
Geillis climbed the tree, Haldir a few branches above her, sure-footed and quick as he rose into the canopy. Rúmil and Orophin had chosen nearby trees and she could not see them in the growing darkness. She pulled herself up to the next branch, and grimaced as Haldir reached down to grip her waist, lifting her the last few feet to sit beside him in the crook of several branches. She looked down, but could only see the leaves and branches below her, the ground too far now in the darkness to see. She flinched as Haldir clasped her shoulder, pulling her against him.
“Lean against me, Geillis. I will not let you fall. I do not need to sleep as you do, so rest comfortably. Rúmil and Orophin will alert me if there is any danger.”
Geillis sighed, secretly enjoying the comfort of Haldir’s arms as he wrapped them around her, and she smiled as her eyes closed in weariness.
She woke, feeling Haldir’s finger gently sifting her hair as it splayed out on her shoulder. It was still dark, but she felt his tension as she turned to look up at him.
“What is it?” she asked quietly.
“There are Orcs below.” His arms tightened around her as she started to sit up. “They do not know we are here. Rúmil has dropped lower to watch them.”
She leaned back against his chest, hearing his heartbeat beneath her ear. It was strong and slow, telling her that he was not much concerned. Reassured, she closed her eyes as his fingers continued to comb her hair, seemingly unconsciously as he listened.
He sat up suddenly, gripping her shoulders. “Stay here,” he said as he rose. He glanced back as he dropped to her eye level. “I mean what I say, Geillis. Do not move from here.” Their eyes met as her mouth opened to argue, and then she closed it with a snap. He disappeared beneath her, silently, and then was gone from her sight.
Geillis curled up, frustrated that he did not want her to help. But she could not hear the Orcs. Wondering why he had left her, she leaned over to look below but it was still too dark to see. She leaned back, and her eyes grew heavy once more as she waited.
A short while later, someone gripped her ankle, and she gasped in fright, coming awake as a grey light filtered through the branches of the tree. Haldir grinned as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes.
“Are you trying to frighten me to death?” she grumped as he chuckled.
“Nay, just checking to see how deeply you slept. The tree must have held you securely since you are still here.”
Geillis scowled at him in annoyance. “Where have you been?” she asked as she followed him down through the branches.
Haldir dropped lightly to the ground, reaching up for her as she sat on the last branch. “We followed the Orcs for several leagues, trying to see what they were up to.” She slid off the branch as he gripped her waist, but tried not to notice the glitter in his eyes as he set her on the ground. “I fear there may be more patrols, even during the day, we must travel quickly.”
When she stepped back, he seized her wrist as she started to turn away. “I meant what I said last night, Geillis,” he said as she turned to look up at him. “You will not push yourself so far today.”
Geillis nodded curtly, and he released her wrist.
The days passed quickly as they journeyed closer to Lothlórien. Geillis finally found a pace that she could keep, and was not so weary as they stopped each night to rest. The elves left her often, and as she curled up to relax and she knew they searched for signs of danger not only to themselves, but to Lothlórien as well.
~*~*~*~
The air was still. Haldir scanned the forest as they ran quickly, his senses alerting him that danger was near. He glanced behind him, noting that Rúmil and Orophin also sensed the danger. His eyes met Geillis’s and he sent her a reassuring smile as she stared at him, she too sensing their tension. He stopped, nodding imperceptibly to his brothers, who slipped off into the trees. He crouched down as Geillis sat next to him, leaning on her knees.
“There is danger ahead,” she said. “I can see you are concerned, Haldir.”
He tilted his head, listening to something she could not hear. “An ill wind blows. I fear we shall meet what we have tried to avoid this journey.” He turned to her. “You will stay close to me.”
Geillis gazed at him, frowning. “I can defend myself, Haldir, but I will stay close so you will not worry. I do not want to be the cause of your distraction.” She grinned as he scowled.
They rose as Orophin ran silently back to them. “Orcs ahead, they have a party of elves surrounded. I fear they have killed some, but did not wait to count. We must hurry if we are to help them.”
~*~*~*~
Geillis heard the Orcs before they could see them, the clash of metal and sword reverberating through the still forest as they ran to help. She pulled her bow from her shoulder, pulling out an arrow as she ran. Haldir already had his drawn, and he glanced back at her quickly as she nodded, keeping close to him as they spread out around the Orcs. She stopped behind a small tree, the Orcs unaware of their weakness.
The elves they fought were different from either the Rivendell or Lothlórien elves, and Geillis studied them quickly as she pulled back to shoot. Aiming, she let loose her arrow, and the Galadhrim bow sang as she let go. The Orc in front of her staggered and turned to see who had shot him. He roared in anger, but staggered again, eyes round with surprise as another of her arrows pierced his throat. He clutched at the arrow, gurgling blood as he fell. It was then Geillis saw the two elves behind him. One was male, covered in blood, his blond hair matted with it. He staggered slightly as the other, a female, reached out to grasp his arm and lower him to the ground.
Geillis could not afford to stare, but turned, searching for another target, still hidden behind the tree. She smiled at the speed of her arrow as she let loose, and another Orc sprawled into the dirt. She reached back, glancing to see Haldir had stepped over the fallen elf, the other hidden behind him. She frowned as she drew once again, loosing her arrow and it flew narrowly past Haldir, as he looked at her in surprise, to pin the Orc behind him to the tree. Another arrow and the Orc slumped to the ground.
She moved away from the tree, and turning quickly, dodged a blow. She ducked as the Orc swung his blade over her head, and drew her sword quickly, to block the swing as he turned. He snarled in anger, but dropped quickly to his knees as an arrow protruded from his back. Seeing their cause was lost, the remaining Orcs fled, and Geillis lowered her sword as she turned to look around her.
Haldir knelt next to the fair-haired elf. “Rest easy, Tinthoviel. We are close to Lothlórien and your healing.” He laid a hand gently over the elf’s eyes, and they closed slowly. Haldir looked up as Geillis knelt near him.
“He need herbs to stop the bleeding, Haldir. I have them in my pouch.” She pulled a small leather bag from her hip, sorting through the smaller bags inside. She spread the remaining bags beside her and Haldir sat back as she worked quickly. He would do more, but her skills in this part of healing made it easier for him. He turned and rose as the other elf walked up to him.
“Haldir,” the elven woman greeted him, her voice a breathless whisper that drew Geillis’s head up sharply. “Long has it been since I saw you last. My hope that our rescue would be from the elite of the tree people has been met.” She spoke in common tongue, her words sliding over the language giving it a life of its own.
Geillis stared at the woman out of the corner of her eye. She was elven, her ear tips peeking through waist length blond hair. It was her eyes that caused Geillis’s stomach to knot as the elven woman stared up at Haldir with a passionate expression that was not hidden in their violet depths. The elven woman turned to Geillis as she stood, thin arching brows rising in surprise as she studied Geillis.
“Do you recruit human women to your rangers now, Haldir? Are you so few you need to seek outside Lothlórien?” She smiled archly at Geillis as Haldir took her arm.
“Nay, Cirdwain, she is half elven and Elrond’s daughter. Her skills you should appreciate as she helped save your lives today.” He shot a warning glance at Geillis as he noted the signs of her anger, drawing the elven woman a short distance away. They spoke quietly, Haldir shaking his head often as she gazed up at him, a small smile hovering about her mouth.
“Do not concern yourself over her,” Orophin said as he knelt next to the fallen elf. “She is history long past. It is not wise to bring forward what needs to stay buried.”
Geillis looked down at him in surprise, noting the scowl as he looked toward Haldir. “I do not think it is I who hopes to reopen the past.” She turned back to stare at the elven woman, who turned and stared back at her with violet eyes full of amusement. Geillis turned abruptly away.
~*~*~*~
They reached the borders of Lothlórien late in the day, the sun draining the last notes of color from the forest, leaving everything in gray-toned shadows. Geillis knelt next to the elf called Tinthoviel, his face pale in the grey light. He opened his eyes as she placed a hand on his brow.
“A fairer face I have not seen in a long while,” he whispered weakly.
She smiled at him. “Rest easy, we are within the borders of the Golden Wood.”
He sighed in relief. “Then I shall indeed rest easy, fair child. The others of my party?” he asked as he struggled to rise.
Geillis pushed him firmly back. “Most are well, three you have lost, and their names I do not know.”
He gripped her hand, his eyes bright with fevered pain. “Cirdwain, the elven woman?”
“She is well also.”
Tinthoviel lay back with a sigh. “Who is it that I thank for my company this night?” He turned his head to look at her. His fevered eyes were bright blue; even in the dim light she could see they were startling in color.
“I am Geillis,” she answered as he smiled. She turned as Haldir approached, Rúmil and Orophin behind him.
Haldir knelt next to Tinthoviel, resting his hand on his shoulder. “It is good to see you awake, my friend.”
Tinthoviel placed his hand over Haldir’s. “It has been long since we parted. When we were attacked, I prayed to the Valar that you would come.” He sighed, pain crossing his face as Haldir bent closer. She heard him speak softly, and Tinthoviel sighed again, his expression softened. Haldir rose as several elves ran up and spoke to him.
He turned to Geillis. “We will travel through the night since it is safe to do so in the Golden Wood. My scouts report no others trouble near this border, so we move on. Galadriel will be waiting.” Geillis watched him as he turned away, the elven woman, Cirdwain, rising to speak to him as he passed.
Geillis gritted her teeth, and knelt next to Tinthoviel once again. He had fallen asleep. She felt his forehead, then rose and stepped away as he was lifted into the arms of one of his elves.
~*~*~*~
Galadriel studied the elves as they entered Caras Galadhon, surprised by their arrival. She stared at her captain as he bowed before her, noting a new tension that creased his brow. She nodded to him and he turned, allowing the others to step forward. She saw Geillis frown as the elven woman, Cirdwain, glided forward to kneel briefly in front of her.
“It has been long since the daughter of Thranduil graced the halls of Caras Galadhon,” Galadriel said in a impartial voice. “How is it that you find yourself on the borders of Lothlórien, without proper escort for one of your stature?”
Geillis’s lips twitched at the censure of the last statement.
Cirdwain lowered her head. “I thought a smaller party would be less likely to be noticed, my lady. Forgive my error.”
Galadriel frowned. “Ask those who now wait in the hall of Mandos for forgiveness, Cirdwain. Your imprudence has cost you their lives.” She stepped down to Cirdwain’s level. “You are welcome to stay, but be warned, all is not as it was when you left here last.” Galadriel gazed at her for a long moment. Cirdwain, recognizing that she was dismissed, bowed and turned, her eyes sliding boldly over Haldir as she left.
Galadriel turned to Haldir. “I am told that Tinthoviel was injured. I will go to see him.” She turned to Geillis. “Come, Geillis, you shall accompany me.”
~*~*~*~
Haldir bowed as Galadriel left with Geillis in tow, then stared after them for a moment. Galadriel was clearly not overjoyed by the arrival of Cirdwain and her brother Tinthoviel. He did not feel overjoyed at their arrival either, for he could already see the sparks that rose between Geillis and the Mirkwood elf. It did not portend good things to come.
He sighed, and strode away, moving quickly through the city, for once unaware of its beauty. He entered his talan only to stop abruptly as Cirdwain rose from his bed.
“I thought I would come to wait for you here, Haldir.” She swept up to him, her violet eyes smoldering as she gazed up at him. “I have missed you since I left.” She placed a small hand on his chest.
Haldir stared at her for a moment, surprised he did not feel the usual flood of passion she had once evoked in him. He stepped away from her, saying, “Why have you come to Lothlórien, Cirdwain? It cannot be desire for my company that brings you so far from the forests of Mirkwood. I am surprised Thranduil agreed to let you come so far with so few.”
Cirdwain’s lips turned down for a moment. “My father did not know I was leaving. I have come to look for Legolas, but I am told he was headed for Rivendell instead.” She turned away, gliding about the room as she touched things here and there. She glanced over her shoulder, watching him.
“You do not seem happy to see me, Haldir. Have I changed so much that you do not like what you see?” She smiled, her lips curving slowly, but Haldir only looked at her in amusement.
“I am sure you will find other hearts to break this journey, Cirdwain. I am not interested.”
Cirdwain stared at him, her eyes narrowed. “Do not tell me the human girl has taken your interest? She is but a child.”
Haldir frowned. He certainly did not want to discuss his feelings for Geillis with Cirdwain. “The girl is half-elven, as I have said before. She is Elrond’s daughter and as such, you will treat her with respect.”
“I see.” She looked at him coolly, and then her lips curved once more in a sultry smile. “Well, perhaps a visit to some other friends then.” She strolled to the door, turning as she stepped out. “How is your brother, Orophin?”
Haldir’s eyes narrowed, and he crossed the room to grip Cirdwain’s wrist. She smiled up at him, wincing slightly at the pressure. “You will not go near him, Cirdwain. He nearly died because of you, and I will see that you are banished from Lorien if you as much as go near him.”
“I did nothing wrong, Haldir. He should know what I am. I make no excuses. His heart is his own to tend, not mine.”
Haldir stepped closer, and she smiled at his nearness. He knew his eyes were cold as he looked down at her. “You will behave while you are here, Cirdwain. I speak as March Warden.”
Cirdwain lips twisted in a grimace for a moment. “Tsk, tsk, Haldir. To invoke your office when you speak to me. Surely you are not concerned. I mean no harm here.” She pulled her wrist from his grip and rubbed it. “Go back to your child, Haldir. I fear the elf I knew last has been lost, perhaps for good. Or shall you leave her by the wayside as well? You and I are not so different you know.” She turned, gliding down the stairs away from his talan. Haldir frowned, grinding his teeth in frustration.
~*~*~*~
Geillis stood behind Galadriel as she leaned over to brush a lock of blond hair from Tinthoviel’s cheek. His face was pale, but smooth, and the lines of pain were gone. She spoke softly to him, and his eyes opened.
He smiled at Galadriel. “My heart sings to see the Lady of the Wood by my bedside.” He winced slightly as he sat up. Geillis hurried to help, placing a few pillows behind him and he leaned back with a sigh.
Galadriel smiled as she sat on the edge of the bed. “Greetings, Tinthoviel. Your wounds are healing well. You were lucky that Haldir was so close.”
Tinthoviel grimaced. “I am most thankful, my lady. It was a foolish journey to start, but Cirdwain would not be refused. I could not let her leave Mirkwood without some sort of escort. I fear Thranduil will have my hide for this.”
Galadriel smiled in amusement. “I will speak with Thranduil on your behalf, but well he knows his own daughter. Why have you come?”
Tinthoviel glanced at Geillis. “We thought that Legolas might have passed this way. He has been gone from the forests of Mirkwood for some time. My younger brother has not sent word and we are concerned.”
Galadriel frowned. “I have heard that Elrond summoned many to Rivendell. I am certain it is there that he went. He has not been here.”
Tinthoviel sighed. “Alas, our journey would have been much shorter had we known this. He spoke so much of a longing to see the Mallyrn trees that we described to him that I thought that he’d journeyed here. I was not aware of Elrond’s call. What is it about?”
Galadriel smiled. “It is not for me to say, Tinthoviel. You have met our Geillis, I believe?” She nodded at Geillis, who smiled at Tinthoviel.
Tinthoviel grinned back, his bright blue eyes sparkling. “Aye, I awoke to find this vision of loveliness hovering over me. I offer my thanks for her skills as well. Was it my imagination or did I see the fair lass shooting a Galadhrim bow with skill I would have thought only a Lothlórien elf could possess?”
Geillis grinned. “I can not say my prowess would equal those of the rangers of Lothlórien, Tinthoviel, but I can defend myself well.”
He leaned back into the pillows. “I must find myself in more danger then, that I might find such a defender as you by my side.”
Geillis frowned, unsure how to respond to his flirtation. “I fear I must leave, my lady.” She stood and bowed to Galadriel.
Galadriel watched her leave in amusement. She turned to Tinthoviel as he spoke.
“She has elven blood I swear,” he said.
Galadriel nodded. “She is Elrond’s daughter. She has just returned from Rivendell with Haldir. Your interest in her may find you in conflict with my captain, I fear.”
Tinthoviel’s eyebrows rose in surprise. “And you allow this?”
Galadriel looked at him serenely. “I do not choose where my people’s hearts take them, Tinthoviel. I can only advise, but in the matter of love, I am not so wise.” She smiled. “I am aware of your misgivings, but perhaps Haldir may yet surprise you. The girl will need a friend to lean on. She has become close to Orophin and Rúmil, but their loyalty still lies with Haldir.”
Tinthoviel looked at her, understanding. “You fear my sister more than Haldir.” He sighed. “I will do what I can, Galadriel. But my sister has a will of her own.”
~*~*~*~
Haldir strode up the last few steps to the Geillis’s talan.. The windows were shuttered, and he could see a pale light flicker from beneath the door. He stopped, gazing at it for a moment, then knocked, calling out her name.
Geillis opened the door, her beautiful hair hanging down her back. She wore a simple dress in a dark blue silk, and stood back as he entered.
“You are comfortable here?” He looked around the room.
“Yes, it suits me well.”
Haldir glanced at her. “I would like you to attend a training session tomorrow. I will introduce you the other Galadhrim that are still here in the city. You have much to learn.”
Geillis nodded. “If you would like it, then I shall attend.” She turned away, fussing with some clothing she had thrown over her chair.
“Are you upset with me, Geillis?” he asked as she continued to ignore him.
Geillis swung around, a look of surprise arching her brows. “Are you still here? I felt certain there were other elves you would much rather spend time with.”
Haldir gazed at her in amusement. “I fear you see more than what truly exists.”
She scowled for a moment, and then turned to him. He stared as she walked toward him, her walk suddenly swaying as she gazed up at him with eyes glittering with passion, “Oh, Haldir,” she sighed mockingly. “Long has it been since I saw you last….”
His eyes narrowed at her words and she stopped, stepping away as his expression grew icy. He reached out, but she eluded him and backed toward the door.
“Do not mock me, Geillis. I will not allow it.” He stepped toward her.
Geillis looked at him, laughing harshly. “Mock you? I do not mock you. I only repeat what I hear.” She brushed past him. “I think perhaps you should leave.”
Haldir stared at her in frustration. How had this escalated so quickly? He had not even considered Cirdwain’s advances. Did she not see that? His eyes narrowed as he gripped her arm, turning her toward him. “I shall expect you in the morning. Do not be late.” He turned and strode angrily from the room.
Geillis reached out, thinking to stop him then dropped her hand. What had gotten in to her? She was pushing away the very elf she wanted close to her. She sighed and went to lie upon her bed.
She woke suddenly, finding herself curled on top of the bedclothes. She must have fallen asleep after Haldir had left last night. She frowned, but sat up as she heard Orophin’s greeting outside her door. She ran quickly to open it.
Orophin smiled in greeting, and stepped into the Talan. “I bring you food this morning, Geillis. I thought you might like something.”
Geillis smiled, taking the fruit and bread he offered. “Thank you, Orophin, that is kind of you.” She turned, studying him as he looked around the Talan, avoiding her eyes.
She smiled. “What else have you come for, Orophin? You do not visit me everyday so it must be something important for you to come to me.”
Orophin stared at her somberly. “Do not take this the wrong way, Geillis. But I came to make sure you attend the training session this morn.” He put out his hand as she started to frown. “I have come to know you, and know your moods. I saw Haldir last night and can say he was not in a good mood. So I assume you had words.”
Geillis stopped chewing the bread she had stuffed in her mouth. She swallowed hastily. “It was not a good night.”
Orophin smiled. “You both are stubborn. But, Geillis, to be offered a position among the wardens of Lothlórien is a high honor. Your attendance today was not a request. Do you understand what I mean?”
Geillis sighed. “You mean it was an order?”
Orophin frowned. “Do not take offense. That is not how I meant it. I have not been sent here by Haldir.” He rubbed his hand over his eyes. “I see I am not making myself clear.”
Geillis looked at Orophin, seeing he was uncomfortable with this line of conversation. “You are concerned that I may dishonor Haldir if I do not attend.”
Orophin sighed in relief. “Yes,” he answered simply.
Geillis paced in front of him. “I will admit the thought not to attend has crossed my mind, but it is a childish and I will remind myself of that when Haldir and I meet again. I fear my mind has been addled the last day or so.”
Orophin scowled. “I know well why you feel so, Geillis. Be wary of Cirdwain. She is ruthless when she sees something she wants.”
Turning, Geillis saw the pain that crossed Orophin’s face as he continued. “I fear she has forgotten that her last departure was not pleasant. Cirdwain has always chosen to see only what she wants to see. Or remember.”
“She hurt you, didn’t she?” Geillis asked. When Orophin looked away, she reached up and touched his cheek. “I am sorry, Orophin.”
He looked down at her and smiled. “Haldir is lucky he spoke for you first, Geillis. I fear if he were not my brother he would find some competition for your favor. You will come to the training session?”
“I will be there, Orophin. I would not sully Haldir’s honor, no matter how angry I am with him. He deserves the respect he has earned. I will not dishonor that.”
~*~*~*~
Haldir waited patiently, surveying the gathering elves as they entered the training court. Nods of greeting were offered as the elves entered. He looked up in surprise as Tinthoviel entered as well.
“Haldir,” Tinthoviel said as he grasped Haldir’s outstretched hand. “I hope you do not mind, but I heard you were training this morning and hoped to work on my skills.” He grimaced. “I think perhaps they are sorely lacking of late.”
Haldir nodded. “Nay, my friend, I would have found you dead were they lacking. I am honored to have you attend.”
Tinthoviel smiled and stood at Haldir’s side, then turned as a surprised murmur swept through the elves.
Orophin stepped into the court, nodding at Haldir, as Geillis followed behind him. Haldir smiled to see the defiant tilt to her chin as she bowed before him.
“I report for duty, March Warden,” she said as Tinthoviel laughed.
“So I was right. You are a warden.”
Geillis shook her head. “Nay, Tinthoviel. I am only a newcomer here, if Haldir still feels that I am welcome.”
Tinthoviel glanced at Haldir in confusion.
Haldir frowned. “I said you were expected last night. I have not changed my mind, Geillis.” He turned toward the attending elves.
“I present a new member to the Galadhrim. She has shown her skill to me, and I have asked her to become a warden. She is to be treated as all are. Do not think she is weak. I will expect you to train as you normally would.” Haldir turned to Geillis with an arrogant stare, challenging her to refuse.
Geillis bowed. “I am honored, Haldir.”
~*~*~*~
Haldir watched as Geillis trained. He had set Orophin and Rúmil as her instructors for the day, and he saw the respect that dawned in the eyes of his wardens as they watched her. He knew that they would have accepted her on his word, but had wanted them to see what he had seen, and feel comfortable if she were to be among them.
Orophin grinned at the murmurs of appreciation as Geillis practiced her archery skills. Her aim was sure as she pulled back the Galadhrim bow; Haldir’s memory of her height and the gauge of her strength had been very accurate. He waited as Rúmil handed her another quiver of arrows, then came back and stood next to him.
“You think she knows about Haldir and Cirdwain?” Orophin asked as he watched her draw back the bow once more.
Rúmil shook his head. “I fear Cirdwain will not find herself in Haldir’s bed this journey.”
Orophin scowled. “Perhaps it would have been better had we not come upon them on the borders of Lothlórien. She would not be able to create the havoc she usually does.
Rúmil gripped Orophin’s shoulder. “You must not reflect upon what she did to you, my brother. She was not worthy of you. Although I would like to see her tossed out as Haldir did the last time. She was angry when he dumped her outside the gates.”
Orophin smirked at the memory. “Aye, she has chosen to forget that episode.”
They turned back to watch Geillis, and laughed as her shot went astray for the first time. She scowled at them.
“You must learn to focus better, Geillis.” Rúmil grinned as her eyes narrowed. “Even when you listen where you should not.”
Tinthoviel walked over to stand next to Haldir. “I thought she had the skill of one of your rangers, and I am not far wrong. She has been well taught.”
Haldir nodded. “She was raised by the Lord Aidan, among her mother’s people.”
Tinthoviel looked at him in surprise. “She did not know she was Elrond’s child? I admit I had not known he had another, but I would have thought she would have had some contact with him.”
Haldir frowned. “She did not know of him.”
Tinthoviel looked confused. “Then how does she come to be here in Lothlórien?”
“I brought her here. Her family perished.”
Tinthoviel stroked his chin thoughtfully. “How sad. Perhaps the half-elf will need consolation.” He studied Haldir.
Haldir stared at the elves in front of him, his jaw tense as he ignored Tinthoviel’s last statement. But Tinthoviel would not be ignored.
“But of course she must be lonely,” he pressed on. “No family to attend to her, with only you and your brothers as company. I’m sure she must be quite weary of your attentions.”
Haldir turned to gaze at Tinthoviel, his eyes glittering as they eyed one another. “I can assure you she is not weary of my attentions.”
Tinthoviel grinned. “So you admit you have had your way with her already?”
Haldir’s eyes narrowed as he turned to face the other elf. “I have not. You will not speak of her in that way. She is not like Cirdwain.”
Laughing, Tinthoviel raised his hands in surrender. “I can see I have angered you. Be at ease, Haldir. I only seek to feel my way around. I see you both are stubborn.” He grinned as Haldir looked at him arrogantly. “I will enjoy my stay here immensely, I think.”
They both turned as Orophin approached.
“You do not train today, brother?” Orophin asked.
Haldir frowned. “I will not today.”
Tinthoviel grinned. “I think perhaps Haldir and I will train later. I owe it to him.” He laughed as Haldir glanced at him. “I think he will need the release of tensions.”
~*~*~*~
Geillis pulled her tunic over her head, throwing it onto the bed. The training had been hard, but she felt comfortable with her skills today. She had felt Haldir’s gaze on her often, and hoped he had approved. She did not want his wardens to worry about her being one of them. She slid off her boots, wiggling her toes as she sat down on the bed.
Where was Cirdwain today? She had not seen her. She gritted her teeth at the thought. Why worry about the elven woman? What did it matter where she spent her time?
She was not sure she wanted to really think about it. She got up, opening a trunk that had been sent by Galadriel. She gasped as she saw the gowns that were neatly folded inside, the colors of the fabrics sparkling in the late afternoon sun. Pulling one from the trunk, she held it up to her, noting how its ivory hue shimmered in the late afternoon sun. She looked at the dress for a moment, a sudden thought bringing a mischievous grin to her face. She hurried to get ready for dinner.
~*~*~*~
Haldir approached the hall where Celeborn and Galadriel held small dinners. As was customary, the Lord and Lady held a small banquet for their visiting guests. Haldir stood at the doorway, surveying the room, then bowed to Celeborn as he stepped in front of him.
“Greetings, My Lord,” Haldir said.
Celeborn lips curved slightly. “I look forward to your report on the training this day. I hear you had Geillis attend?”
Haldir nodded. “Yes, she did well.”
Celeborn smiled again as Galadriel entered. “My dearest,” he said as she clasped the hand he held out to her. She turned to Haldir as he bowed.
“I have just come from my bower. Tidings I bear for Tinthoviel and Cirdwain. I will speak of it later, but I have had word from Elrond regarding Legolas. Their stay may be longer than you anticipate, Haldir.”
Haldir’s gaze was impassive as he nodded, but he sighed to himself as he thought of the trials to come.
He moved into the room, and then turned as Tinthoviel entered with Cirdwain. As was her wont, she was dressed in a dress made of many layers of sheer material. He frowned as she moved toward him, the layers shifting as they molded to her frame. She smiled at him, her eyes heavy with invitation as she passed. Tinthoviel shrugged as he guided her to Galadriel. Haldir frowned, wondering where Geillis could be. He had sent his brothers as escorts and they should have arrived by now. Thinking to go outside to wait he turned toward the door, but stopped as they entered, his eyes narrowing as he stared at Geillis.
She wore an ivory gown of silk, its shimmering color sparkling in the candlelit hall. He clenched his fists as he watched her walk toward him, aware of Celeborn and Galadriel’s amused stares. It was not the dress that had Haldir tension mounting, but her swaying walk as she approached and the sultry stare she pinned on him. She swept toward him, his brothers on either side. Both wore expressions of such haughtiness that he wanted to throttle them. She stopped in front of him as he gazed at her, his eyes glittering with a look that promised retribution later. Geillis laughed softly, aware that he would not be able to retaliate just yet.
“Haldir,” she breathed, as she placed a hand not so gently on his chest. “I do appreciate the escort you sent. Orophin and Rúmil are most worthy, but I missed having you attend me.”
Haldir’s dark eyebrows rose in astonishment. “Attend you?” he repeated, as Orophin and Rúmil snorted quietly. Geillis smiled serenely, unperturbed by Haldir’s expression of annoyance. She swayed to her seat, smiling cheerfully at Cirdwain, who had sat across from her at the table, her eyes wide in shock. Cirdwain frowned, her eyes narrowing.
Geillis’s eyes sparkled with challenge, but she hid the expression as she turned back to Haldir, who dragged out her chair a little roughly.
“Will you be seated?” he asked. He gritted his teeth as he composed his expression and nodded to Celeborn and Galadriel as they sat at the head of the table.
Geillis looked toward Galadriel, faltering for a moment, but the voice in her head just laughed softly. She smiled at Galadriel, and then turned to Haldir who still stood waiting, rather impatiently for her to sit. She reached out, resting her hand on his arm as she leaned toward him, her low-cut dress straining as she whispered to him.
“Why, thank you Haldir. You are so courteous.”
Haldir’s fingers tightened on the back of her chair, but he smiled as Geillis sat.
Cirdwain frowned, as she realized that all the attention had shifted to Geillis. Her eyes narrowed as she stared at the half-elf. Where had all that come from? She smiled as Haldir sat across from her but soon realized that his attention was not focused on her but on the woman next to him. She turned to Tinthoviel, who looked back at her, his lips twitching in amusement. She glowered at him.
“I fear, dear sister, you have been replaced.” He laughed softly as Cirdwain kicked him under the table.
~*~*~*~
Haldir gripped his cup, attempting to carry on a conversation with Tinthoviel, who sat across from him, but Tinthoviel kept stopping in mid-sentence to stare at the woman in front of him, as though he had forgotten Haldir completely.
He stared at the cup and realized it had dented. He loosened his grip and glanced at Geillis, trying to ignore the toes that had suddenly decided to caress his ankle. He fought the urge to look under the table to see just whose toes they were. Cirdwain was still looking at him in her usual sultry fashion, but he could see the daggers that her glances became when they rested on Geillis. He set his cup on the table, hoping the dent would go unnoticed by Galadriel, and nearly stood up when he felt Geillis’s hand settle on his thigh. He ground his teeth as her fingers slowly caressed the thin material of his leggings. He picked up the cup again, swallowing the last of his wine, and nearly choked as Geillis leaned over to him, her long hair shielding the side of her face from Cirdwain and Tinthoviel as she tilted her head to look up at him.
“If you gulp your wine, Haldir, I shall have to have you carried out,” she murmured, her lips curving in a mischievous smile while her fingers crept a little higher.
Haldir swallowed the wine with difficulty, reaching down to trap the wayward fingers in a bruising grip. He leaned over slightly, squeezing the fingers as she winced slightly.
“You play a dangerous game, little one. Do you dare continue, you may not be able to turn back.”
“I don’t know what you mean,” she said, a little breathlessly. She pulled her fingers from his grip and brushed back her hair, smiling at Tinthoviel who grinned back at her, still ignoring Haldir.
Cirdwain had sat back in her chair, holding her cup to her lips; she was frowning, but she smiled at Haldir when she noticed him watching her. She leaned forward, her dress tightening across her chest, making Haldir aware of just how sheer it really was. “Could I have some more wine, Haldir?” she asked as he pulled his eyes away from her chest. She smiled and held out her cup, waiting for him to refill it. He lifted the pitcher just as Geillis stood, knocking the nearly full vessel into Cirdwain’s lap.
Cirdwain rose with a horrified shriek, the red wine splashed over the front of her dress. She stared angrily at Geillis as Tinthoviel tried to help her away from the table.
“You did that on purpose!” she cried as she pulled at the wet material, the sheer material now molded to her form.
Geillis looked abashed. “I’m sorry, Cirdwain. I am so clumsy. Forgive me.”
Cirdwain turned to Galadriel, who simply looked surprised, then grabbed the towel that Tinthoviel was attempting to blot her chest with. She pushed him away and stalked angrily from the hall.
Haldir stared at Geillis as she sat back into her chair, and then sat down slowly.
“You did that intentionally, Geillis. You are not clumsy.”
Geillis turned to him with an innocent smile. “Of course I didn’t. Why would you ever think that?”
“Why indeed?” he said, gripping her fingers. “Let me escort you to your room, so I can attend you,” he breathed angrily into her ear as he pulled her to her feet.
~*~*~*~
Geillis stumbled as Haldir pulled her roughly along the walkway. A brief goodbye to Celeborn and Galadriel, as well as to Tinthoviel, who had grinned knowingly, and Geillis had found herself confronted by a startlingly different Haldir. His icy eyes stared at her as they paused on the walkway.
“What are you trying to prove?” he asked, gripping her wrist suddenly. “Did you think I would like it if you acted like that? Do you know why Cirdwain acts that way?” He stepped close to her, her voice menacing. “You did not consider what your actions might begin, did you? I assure you Cirdwain fully expects to find herself in my bed. Do you want what she wants?” He cupped the back of her neck roughly as he pulled her against him, his lips crushing hers. Geillis shuddered as he continued to kiss her, his tongue brushing over her sensitive lips. She gasped for breath when he finally released her, and tried to step away, but he still held her wrist.
“I have not approached you, Geillis, but you have played your game well.” He smiled, passion glittering his eyes.
She drew back. “I don’t know what you mean, Haldir. Release me at once.” She tried to pry his fingers loose, but could not.
He laughed softly. “You cannot go back, little one,” he said as he pulled her along the walkway.
She struggled to free her wrist, but he held it easily in his strong grip. Suddenly, she realized they were not anywhere near her talan.
“Where are you taking me?” she demanded as he pulled her up a flight of stairs. They wound around the large Mellyrn trees, and Geillis could see the city glittering below them. She gasped as they rounded the last curve; she could see another talan before her.
Realizing just where he was headed, Geillis jerked back. Haldir turned toward her with a smile and she cried out in surprise as he swung her into his arms, and crossed the last few steps into the talan.
She gasped as he tossed her onto the bed, pinning her beneath him as he leaned over her. She could not seem to catch her breath as he stared at her, his eyes only a few inches from hers.
“I have only so much control, Geillis. Tonight I have none.” His lips descended to hers, bruising hers as he slid his hand beneath her head. Geillis shuddered as he kissed her, feeling the hard length of his body pressed against hers.
You cannot go back.
His voice echoed in her mind as his lips brushed her ears, then traveled slowly down her neck. She closed her eyes. She still could not move; his arms continued to pin her against him, and she held her breath as he kissed her lips once again. His hair slid over his shoulder to pool along side her head, and she quivered as the silky strands slid across her chest as he moved. She felt him slid his hands up her arms, gripping the edges of the her dress, then gasped as he yanked it down, trapping her arms to her sides.
She gasped again as his lips wrapped around her nipple, sending bolts of heat darting through her. She trembled as he slid the dress down further, all the way to her waist.
You cannot go back.
Was this what she had wanted? She thought frantically. He gripped her waist, his lips and tongue moving down over her chest and belly, sending shock waves of heat soaring through her. She squeezed her eyes closed, unable to control the raging tide of feeling that swept through her. When he moved slightly, her eyes flew open as he pinned her beneath him again and she realized he had removed his tunic. Her skin seemed on fire where their skin made contact. He pressed her into the bed, and she could feel the throbbing hardness of him as he shifted against her. He caught her face between his hands, his eyes heavy with passion, staring at her as she trembled beneath him.
“Is this what you wanted Geillis?” he asked, his voice deeper as he kissed her neck once again. He gripped her chin and forced her to look at him when she tried to turn away. His eyes searched hers. “Your game is up, little one. Are you willing to pay the price?”
Geillis stared at him, her body on fire. She shifted her hips slightly and he groaned, closing his eyes for a moment. “I don’t know what I want,” she whispered.
Haldir smiled. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked, his voice husky as he pulled her hands against him. Sighing, she rested her hands on the warm planes of his chest, then slid her fingers over his muscles to loop them behind his neck.
“No,” she whispered. He kissed her again.
She closed her eyes as his lips traveled down her side, feeling his fingers as they gently brushed the skin, flames of fire flickering wherever they touched her. She caught her breath as he gripped the dress and slid it further down her hips, gasping as his lips brushed the curve of her hip then moved over the lower planes of her stomach. She gripped the blankets, arching her back as his tongue slid lower, and bit her lip to keep from crying out. Then he slid back over her, the thin material of his leggings the only thing between them, as he pressed against her.
“It’s your move, Geillis,” he whispered, his voice raspy as he kissed her ear. She closed her eyes and slid her hands over his hips, hearing his breath catch as she slipped her fingers beneath the edge of his leggings. She pushed them over his hips, feeling the hard planes of the muscles as they strained with controlled tension. All at once he sat up, tossing their clothing onto the floor, and pulled her over him as he lay back against the pillows. Her hair slid over her shoulders, enclosing them in a curtain of darkness. She shuddered as their bodies pressed together.
Haldir groaned, rolling her back beneath him, then slid over her. She froze as she felt him press against her, and closed her eyes as he slid into her. His lips crushed hers as he stopped, and she could feel him trembling as he fought for control. Fire flooded her as he moved slightly; she arched her hips as he moaned against her neck, nipping at her shoulders. She gripped his hips, shuddering as the waves of pleasure grew. His breath grew ragged as he slid his hands behind her hips and rolled over again, pulling her astride him. She bent over him, her hair hanging over her shoulders as he pulled her head down to kiss her again. She moaned as he slid deeper inside her, but did not move.
He held his breath, the last vestiges of his control hanging by ragged pieces as he gripped her hips. She shifted above him; her eyes unfocused, and he pulled her head toward him, forcing her to look at him. Her breath came in short gasps. He kissed her roughly and his eyes closed, his control vanishing as his body took over. Clasping her to him, he groaned, feeling her shudder as he trembled, fire exploding through him in waves as he moved beneath her. He heard her cry out as she arched against him. At once, he pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her as he pushed her back into his pillows. She lay back, breathing rapidly as she squeezed her eyes shut, not wanting to look at him yet.
Haldir’s hair tickled her chest as she felt him lean over her, his fingers brushing the strands of her hair away from her face. She dared not open her eyes, unsure of what she would see there. She had not expected to be so overwhelmed with the flooding tide of emotions that now roared through her body. It was as if a cord now wound itself around her heart, constricting it so that she trembled, and its other end tied to Haldir. She could not free her mind of his voice, or her body of the sensation of his touch, nor could she control the flood of uncertainty that swept through her. Is this what Elrond had meant when he said that if she crossed this line they would be bonded? She swallowed as she felt his fingers trace the line of her lips.
“Geillis, open your eyes,” he whispered. She squeezed them shut tighter, and heard him chuckle softly. “Open your eyes. I am still the same.”
“Nay, but I am not.” She trembled, and felt him pull a blanket over them. He gripped her chin, and his lips he kissed the side of her mouth.
“Look at me, Geillis” he murmured. She opened her eyes to see him gazing down at her with concern. “I did not hurt you, did I?”
“No, Haldir, you did not hurt me.” Yet, she thought as he smiled down at her.
He frowned when she did not smile back. “Why are you so serious then? Did I not please you?”
Her eyes widened, and a flush crept up her cheeks. “I am unused to speaking of such things.” He laughed, and rolled onto his side, pulling her against him as he wrapped his arms around her.
“Sleep, little one,” he said as she sighed.
~*~*~*~
Geillis woke, stretching in the early morning light, then rolled over and sat up as the unfamiliar surroundings reminded her where she was. She twisted in the bed, and saw that it was empty. She could still see the imprint of where Haldir had lain, and heard his voice outside the Talan.
“Good morning, Tinthoviel,” he said as the other elf ascended the last few stairs to the landing.
Tinthoviel smiled, but his eyes were curious as he looked at Haldir, noting he wore only his leggings. “You sleep late this morning, I fear.”
“I did.” Haldir kept his expression hidden as he returned Tinthoviel’s gaze.
Tinthoviel folded his arms over his chest. “I thought to take Geillis to break her fast, but it seems she did not sleep in her Talan last night. Perhaps you know of her whereabouts?”
Haldir smiled crookedly. “You know where she slept.”
Tinthoviel nodded, rubbing his chin. “It is as I thought then, for I tried to follow you last night. But alas, I did not get within twenty paces of you when your brothers refused to let me through. She is well?”
Haldir frowned. “Is it a concern for you, my friend? I did not find you on my doorstep when I brought Cirdwain to my Talan.”
Tinthoviel chuckled. “Cirdwain gets what she asks for, as she intends. She can take care of herself and would be most displeased were I to interfere. But I fear young Geillis may have taken a path she may not have intended to travel, though since I did not hear screams emanating from your Talan, I assume she agreed to stay.”
Haldir stared at Tinthoviel. “She did, not that it is a concern of yours.”
Tinthoviel grinned, unconcerned by Haldir’s arrogant attitude. “Do not take that tone with me, Haldir. I know you better than most, except for your brothers. It is only because of them that I did not force my way to your Talan. It was their arguments that stayed my hand. I would have enjoyed being the fair half-elf’s protector.”
Haldir looked at him, then smiled. “I would have no other if I could choose. And what do you mean screams? I have never had screams coming from my Talan.”
Tinthoviel laughed. “Well not horrified screams at least.” He grinned at Haldir. “Do you plan to keep Geillis in bed all day?”
Haldir glanced back over his shoulder. The room was still quiet, and he grinned as he turned back to Tinthoviel. “Perhaps,” he said, but turned as Geillis appeared in the doorway.
She had wrapped a sheet around her, and Tinthoviel smiled in appreciation. She scowled as she stared at the two elves. “You speak as if I cannot hear. I have learned enough Elvish to understand most of your conversation, and I do not think I like it.” She glared at them.
“I apologize, Geillis, if I upset you.” Tinthoviel bowed. “I have word from Galadriel and we are to meet in council. I thought to deliver the news to Haldir.”
Geillis studied them both, then turned back into the talan. Haldir followed her to the door, and then turned to Tinthoviel. “I will be there directly.”
~*~*~*~
Galadriel studied Haldir as he entered the audience chamber. His manner was courteous as usual, but she could see the tension had gone from his eyes. She smiled sadly. Where would this lead? She would have to look into her mirror.
She glided down the stairs to stand in front of Tinthoviel as he waited for her. “I have word from Elrond last evening,” she said as she glanced at Haldir. “How is Cirdwain this morn?”
“Not in a good mood, my lady. She finds her stay somewhat tedious.”
Galadriel smiled. “Elrond has called a council, Tinthoviel. Legolas is attending, along with others I have sent to meet him from Lothlórien.” She paced in front of him. “Tidings are dark, my friends. Sauron is gathering forces to overthrow the peoples of Middle Earth. I fear the future may bring us much despair. You may stay here until we have word from Elrond regarding his council, but you may wish to return forthwith to Mirkwood.”
Tinthoviel frowned. “We will stay, my lady, with your approval, until you hear from Elrond.” He looked over to Haldir. “Of course, that’s as long as your March Warden approves as well.”
Galadriel smiled slowly. “Haldir will face his own trials, Tinthoviel. Your stay is welcome.”
~*~*~*~
Haldir entered his talan, hoping to find Geillis there, but the room was empty. He had only spoken briefly to her this morning and he did not know for certain how she felt after last night. The bed was made neatly and everything seemed to be in order. He turned quickly as he felt someone behind him.
“Do you look for me?” Geillis said as she stepped into the doorway. She wore her tunic and leggings.
“Yes, where did you go?” he asked.
“I thought to practice a little on my own, but I could not seem to focus on the task at hand,” she added as he smiled and crossed the room to stand in front of her. Geillis met his look, and he brushed a lock of hair from her shoulder. She started to speak, but stopped.
He studied her, a smile hovering about his mouth as she looked back. “Is it perhaps that your thoughts lie in another direction?”
Geillis frowned and pulled away. “How long ago was it that you knew Cirdwain?” she asked as he groaned inwardly. Of all the things he hoped she would speak of, Cirdwain was not one of them.
He scowled. “If you would but open your eyes, Geillis, you would see that I have not invited her advances. On her last visit, Cirdwain left in disgrace. But that was a long time ago, and she conveniently forgets this. Galadriel is not one to hold grudges; even during the dark days, she was open to others. But Cirdwain is headstrong. In you she found a challenger, and Cirdwain does not like competition.” He curled his fingers in her hair, tugging lightly. Geillis turned at the pressure.
His eyes glittered as he slid his hand behind her neck. “It was not Cirdwain who I slept with last night, Geillis. And it was definitely not Cirdwain who has invaded my every waking thought.”
He lowered his lips, kissing her as Geillis rose up on her toes, his arms wrapping around her waist to pull her tightly against him.
Geillis was breathless by the time he finally released her, her thoughts skittering as she attempted to focus. He was smiling at her, his lips twitching.
“You do that to scatter my thoughts on purpose,” she said as he grinned and tightened his hold on her waist. His hands sent jolts of fire through her and she blushed as thoughts of last night came unbidden to her mind.
She gasped in surprise as a polite cough sounded behind them. Haldir released her as he turned around.
“If you want the whole city to watch you, then you seemed to have picked the best spot, my friend.” Tinthoviel grinned as he stared at a still blushing Geillis.
“I see no reason to be concerned,” Haldir stated.
Tinthoviel’s eyebrows rose. “So you do not worry that others may think you allow Geillis to become a warden only to have her by your side?”
Haldir frowned. “That is your thought, Tinthoviel. My people know better than that. They trust my judgment. The protection of the Golden Wood is not something to be trifled with. If I ask Geillis to become one of the Galadhrim, then she has earned that right.”
Tinthoviel bowed. “I do not mean to anger you, Haldir. It is true, those are my thoughts, but only in the hope you would leave her behind when you go next on watch.” He grinned as Haldir’s dark brows furrowed, his eyes glittering at Tinthoviel’s words.
Haldir’s eyes were icy. “Do you think to step in when I am gone, Tinthoviel?” he growled.
Tinthoviel looked amused. “Perhaps that thought has crossed my mind, but I see from your expression that I must rescind the idea, err I find myself at the end off your sword.”
Haldir’s eyes glittered as he stared at Tinthoviel, who stood staring back.
Seeing that the two were going to just stand there, Geillis sighed and pushed between them. “Stop this,” she said as they both looked at her in amusement. “I am going back to the practice field. You can stand here all day playing the dominant male but I shall not stand here to watch.” She stalked off, shaking her head.
Tinthoviel laughed quietly. “I think she has much spirit, Haldir. I can see what draws you to her.” He grinned as Haldir still looked at him, folding his arms across his chest. “I had hoped you would take the bait to demand a chance to uphold Geillis’s honor, but you show too much restraint.”
Haldir smiled slowly. “So you think I would not uphold her honor?”
“Well, you know the only way I can best you is with my sword. You were always lacking in that department.” Tinthoviel spoke teasingly, and Haldir laughed.
“Nay, I think it was you who were lacking, Tinthoviel. Shall we see who is the stronger here?” Haldir’s eyes challenged him.
Tinthoviel nodded. “It is as I hoped, March Warden. Think of my honor when I trounce the infamous March Warden of Lothlórien in swordplay. Hah!”
Haldir grinned wickedly. “You speak too soon, Tinthoviel of Mirkwood, for you shall be on your knees before I allow you to defeat me.”
Tinthoviel turned as they began to descend the stairs. “Perhaps to the winner go the spoils,” he said mischievously.
Haldir stopped. “That,” he said, gripping Tinthoviel’s shoulder painfully, “will then have to be me.”
Tinthoviel only laughed as they continued down the stairs.
~*~*~*~
Geillis looked up in surprise as Haldir and Tinthoviel entered the court, carrying their swords. The other elves sprang up as they saw them, and an excited murmur swept through the crowd. She walked over to stand next to Orophin, who smiled.
“What is happening, Orophin? Why is everyone so excited?” She strained to see over the shoulder of another elf.
Orophin looked down at her, pushing the other elf aside. “You have seen Haldir fight, Geillis, but this is different. It seems we get the honor of watching two of our best contest each other.” He grinned down at her. “It will be a good match, but I warn you, they will spar with no thoughts of injury. I have watched these two before and by the end, I can tell you they will both be bloodied.”
Geillis looked at Orophin in horror. “They will intentionally draw blood? But they are friends!”
Rúmil walked near, and hearing her words, laughed. “Friends, yes, so we know they won’t kill each other.”
Geillis watched in dread as the two elves stepped to the center of the court. They both wore tunics and leggings, which she hoped would provide some measure of protection. She gasped as Tinthoviel bowed to Haldir, but turned to the crowd of elves around them.
“Haldir and I have bargained and to the victor goes the spoils.” He laughed as Haldir scowled and started to speak. “Nay, Haldir, the damage is done. So if yon March Warden plans to keep the beautiful half-elf by his side during the remainder of my visit, then he shall need all his skills for I find the temptation too great not to win.” He grinned, as Haldir’s face grew grim.
Geillis clenched her fists angrily, and moved to step into the court. Rúmil and Orophin both laughed, gripping her arms. “Nay, Geillis. Tinthoviel only seeks to anger Haldir, hoping in his anger he will be distracted. I can guarantee you it will not work.”
Rúmil laughed too. “Aye, we’ve tried it. It doesn’t work.” They held her back as she struggled in vain to free herself, ignoring the amusement of the other elves as they glanced at her.
Haldir and Tinthoviel circled each other, their expressions focused. Tinthoviel still smiled, but Haldir’s expression was forbidding. His eyes glittered and he held his sword loosely with both hands. Suddenly, Tinthoviel lunged toward him, swinging his blade over his head, but Haldir sidestepped the blade neatly.
“If that is how you start, Tinthoviel, then it shall be a short match,” Haldir snorted as they circled once again. Tinthoviel’s eyes narrowed at the insult. He stepped back as Haldir charged forward, swinging his blade in a blur of motion, the blade flashing before him as he brought up his sword to parry. The blades met with a screech of metal, and both elves stared at each other, grim smiles playing about their mouths. They slid the blades apart and circled once again.
Tinthoviel flicked his sword out and Haldir frowned as he looked down at his sleeve. Blood began to ooze from the cut. He looked back at Tinthoviel, who grinned.
“Score first blood for me,” he laughed as he blocked Haldir’s next swing. They spun apart, but Tinthoviel was a fraction slower as Haldir’s blade sliced through the material of Tinthoviel’s leggings and blood began to seep from him as well. They sprang forward, their blades meeting with fury as Geillis stared in wonder at the skill of the two elves.
Time and again their blades met and came apart. Small cuts began to appear more numerously as they fought, their expressions now focused and serious. Geillis winced as Tinthoviel spun; trying to avoid Haldir’s swing, but stumbled and fell. In an instant he was back on his feet, but found himself clutching his side as Haldir sliced into the side of his tunic.
“This is ridiculous,” Geillis protested, but Rúmil and Orophin ignored her, still gripping her arms.
Haldir leaped toward Tinthoviel and their blades connected, sliding together as they fought to gain control. Tinthoviel grinned, spinning, and slammed his elbow into Haldir and he grunted as the elbow knocked the wind from him. Tinthoviel grinned again, his dark hair swinging as he leaped toward Haldir again, but found his advance blocked neatly, as Haldir sidestepped him, slamming his arm across Tinthoviel’s back as he leaped past him, knocking him into the dirt.
Tinthoviel rolled quickly, leaping up to block Haldir’s next thrust, and they stared at each other for a moment as their blades slid together, both gazes glittering with intensity. Haldir leaped back, sliding his sword free, and they circled as they assessed the other’s next move. Tinthoviel grinned, his eyes straying for a second to the audience around him. “I fear she is doubting your ability, March Warden, for all would have thought your skills would have defeated me by now.” He growled as Haldir grinned in return.
“Nay, Tinthoviel, do not dismiss your own skills so readily, for I have seen first hand what you can do, I am not foolish enough to fall for your distractions.” He leaped toward him, and Tinthoviel turned, his hair fluttering as the sword passed a hair from his head. He stared at Haldir, his eyes narrowing as he blocked another of Haldir’s thrusts and he knew suddenly that Haldir had not fought as he could. His eyes widened as the fury of Haldir’s sword beat on his defenses. He whirled to avoid yet another of Haldir’s blows and grunted as Haldir’s hilt slammed his chin, and he crumpled slowly to the ground.
Geillis paced furiously. The gall of those two to fight over her! She was not something to be trifled with! She clenched her teeth. She wanted to throttle the both of them. She picked up a book that lay on her table and threw it angrily just as Haldir entered the talan. He ducked just in time to avoid the book as it hit the frame of the door.
His eyes narrowed. “That is no way to treat something as precious as a book, Geillis, you must control your anger.”
She stared at him furiously, noting that he carried his sword still, and had not stopped to clean any of his wounds. She stepped back as he stalked into the room.
“Why did you leave? Did you not think I would defeat Tinthoviel? He cannot best me and he knows this.”
Geillis ignored him, turning away to stare out a window. She winced as she heard his sword rattle on the floor, inhaling quickly as he gripped her arm painfully, spinning her toward him. His eyes glittered dangerously and she pulled back.
“I am not a prize to be bought, Haldir.” She wrenched her arm from his grip and stepped back, but he moved closer and she backed up further. Again he moved forward, and she glared at him as she felt the wall behind her. He placed both hands on either side of her, blocking her escape as he gazed down at her.
“No you are not. You are not for sale, Geillis. Did Elrond explain to you the meaning of an elvish bond?” He slid his arms closer, forcing her to stare at him or close her eyes. She closed her eyes as he leaned closer, clenching her fists as she tried to ignore the fire spreading through her body at the nearness of him. She refused to speak and heard him chuckle.
“Let me explain it to you,” he murmured as he pressed her against the wall. “There are few times when elves find themselves caught by fate in a net they cannot free themselves from. Only the deepest of emotions will create such a link, Geillis. You and I share those emotions. I felt the bond from the first, but did not want to admit it. When I first saw you as a child I could not understand why I was so drawn to return to you. I tried to ignore it. You were just a child. When I finally realized why you seemed familiar, I found I must return, if for Elrond’s sake. But when I saw you riding toward me, I knew that the Valar had much more in store for me than finding Elrond’s daughter. You felt it as well, I know.”
Geillis squeezed her eyes shut, not wanting to acknowledge the warmth that was sweeping through her at his touch. His lips caressed the curve of her cheek, then slid onward toward her ears. She trembled as his hands settled alongside her head, forcing her to look at him.
“We sealed that bond last night, Geillis. We are tied together. Do you understand what that means?” he whispered as she stared at him, looking into the gray eyes that had haunted her for so long.
“I know what it means for me, Haldir. But what does it mean to you?” she whispered back, afraid to hear his answer.
He smiled, his lips curving in amusement, but his eyes gleamed with suppressed emotion. “It means you are mine, Geillis. I can never let you go, for you hold a piece of my heart.” He traced the line of her lips with his thumb. “You have a choice to make,” he added as she looked at him in confusion.
He closed his eyes for a moment. “I told Galadriel long ago that I could ask you what was deepest in my heart, for she knows me only too well. But I fear the words do not come easily to my lips.” He smiled that crooked smile, his eyes glinting. “The final choice I leave to you, little one. Do you think you dare spend an eternity tied to me? Will you go with me into the west when we have tired of this world?”
Geillis stared at him in wonder, and then smiled mischievously. “I told you once before, Haldir of Lothlórien, I will never let you go.”
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