Title & Chapter Number: A Rose Not Yet Withered 4/10
Author(s): - Author's Index
Fandom: Tolkien
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I own nothing exept the humble biro that I write with.
Warnings: Slight O/OC slash
Betas: None
Cast: Orophin, Haldir, Rumil, Celeborn, Galadriel and Glorendil (My own character)
Timeline: AU
Spoilers: None
Summary: Their peace is dwindling, their protection has lessened and evil can enter now in many disguises....An Angst/Tragedy fic involving the Elves of Lorien.
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Chapter 4 ~ To Speak Of Sorrow
Haldir led Celeborn through the labyrinth of staircases and doors until he arrived at his own quarters. He opened the door and motioned for Celeborn to enter first. Shutting the door quietly he padded over to the chest of drawers which still lay open and rummaged. Haldir retrieved the letter from its place in the drawer and handed it to Celeborn.
Pulling the letter from the envelope, Celeborn scanned the contents, his eyes widening as they read further and further down the parchment.
Dear Haldir,
It is with immense sorrow and grief that I express this new to you. Last night, my company and I were ambushed by Uruk-Hai and I am most grieved to report that it seems I am the only survivor. All were sleeping when the attack came on us and it is also with a heavy heart that I disclose the following information to you. Daealiea who I believe you are closely acquainted with, has not been seen of since the battle. No trace can be found of anyone else either. I shall make my way to Rivendell which is the nearest refuge I am able to reach. I also fear that the Uruks are still tracking me but for what reason I know not.
Yours in sorrow,
Elendir
Celeborn finished reading, replaced the letter back inside the envelope and passed it back to Haldir who stood very still, oddly still, fingering the ribbon as he fought against the inner urge to openly weep. He knew not why but what he wanted more than anything in the world right at that moment was to bury his head in his Lord's shoulder and feel comforted for all his grief.
It was Celeborn that broke the uncomfortable silence.
"Haldir," he said, "Elendir returned three days ago."
A wave of shock and disbelief passed over Haldir's face and he lifted his head, meeting the elder elf's piercing and yet pitying gaze.
"Then what of this letter?" he said, startled. "If Elendir has returned, how is any of this possible?"
Celeborn shook his head.
"Wise though I am, Haldir, I do not have the answers to every question of the world. As I said before, Galadriel needs to be told of this matter. If this letter is truly not from Elendir, then I am afraid, Haldir we will have a situation on our hands that none of the very Wise can perceive the meaning of."
He turned and made for the door.
"Take some rest, Haldir. I will speak with Galadriel and we will meet with you first light of dawn to discuss this."
"Forgive me, my Lord, but I wish to come with you. I shall not be able to welcome rest until I know what this all means, or who this letter was from at least."
"Very well," replied Celeborn. "In that case, I suggest we talk with Elendir."
~*~*~*~
"What is wrong with you tonight?"
Orophin looked up and sniffed angrily. "Nothing is wrong with me, Glorendil. I just wish you'd be straight with me for a change."
"I don't believe you."
"Excuse me?" Orophin said, outraged.
"I don't believe that nothing is wrong with you. You've been acting twitchy all day."
"It's as I said, I wish you'd be straight with me."
"And so I have been, right from the beginning. Since you asked for my help, I have told you all you wish to know and acted as you wished me to. What more can you ask of me?"
"Promise me nothing will happen to my brothers and I."
"Nay. It will not come back to haunt you or ruin your life anymore. You'll be able to live now as you did before it all started."
"I cannot thank you enough for what you did."
"It was nothing. Nothing at all."
"I'll see you tomorrow."
Suddenly a loud knock sounded at the door making both elves jump in fright.
"Who is it?" Orophin called.
"It's Haldir. Orophin I need to ask you something."
Orophin hastily straightened his hair and called back, "Come in!"
The door opened and Haldir walked into the room, looking slightly brighter than he had been for the past day.
"Sut naa lle, Glorendil?" Haldir greeted the younger elf.
"I am faring well thank you, Haldir," Glorendil replied.
"I am glad to hear it. Would you mind giving my brother and I a moment? I have something important to tell him."
"Of course, Haldir. I'll wait outside shall I?"
"Nay. I am afraid this it may take longer than a few minutes. I suggest you return to your quarters."
"Oh. That is well. Goodnight Haldir, Orophin."
"Goodnight Glorendil," replied Haldir.
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