Title & Chapter Number: Legends 7/16
Author(s): - Author's Index
Fandom: Tolkien
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: This world and its creatures belong to J.R.R Tolkien, New Line Cinema and Peter Jackson. I've just bullied my way in long enough to right a wrong. You know the one I mean. (Haldir deserves better…) I receive no financial compensation for the following tale. I "do this for love."
Warnings: Explicit het sex; a few slashy references
Betas: Telbeth the Indefatigable
Cast: Haldir/OCF (a Maia, no less!); Rumil, Orophin, Galadriel, Celeborn, Aragorn, and a few original critter characterizations
Timeline: 3rd Age of Middle Earth during the War of the Rings -After the visit of the Fellowship to Lothlorien through the Battle at Helm's Deep
Spoilers: None
Summary: During a border patrol, Haldir discovers a lone Nazgul horse and a strange visitor with an annoying attitude and some very spooky skills. Things unfold deliciously until a deception and a surfeit of pride cause them to separate. They are re-united at Helm's Deep with an entirely different outcome, of course. Horses and dragons and crows…oh, my!
Notes: Dedication - Hennaid to my friend Sulien for nagging me into this romp and forcing me to learn Sindarin (well, pidgin Sindarin); to Craig Parker for gifting us with his interpretation of Haldir, and to my amazing husband for being…well…amazing!
It was a sad tiding which next brought Rumil to the glade. He found Haldir shirtless and bootless, standing knee deep in the pond while he groomed the black. The visitor was nowhere to be seen.
"Brother."
Haldir's head snapped up at Rumil's somber tone. "What has happened?" He asked, automatically scanning for Illume. He caught her scent and relaxed. Of course...She was sleeping on the flet, just where he had left her.
"Another member of the Fellowship has fallen," Rumil lowered his eyes to the ground. "The Gondorian…killed by Orcs."
Boromir…gone. The nine were now seven. And his fierce human one-time-lover was gone. Haldir's expression did not change but his voice seemed to come from a far-off place. "Dead…"
The timbre this one word suggested that the Guardian needed time alone.
"I am sorry, Haldir." Rumil laid a hand briefly against his brother's heart then retreated into the wood.
The warrior Elf stood for a moment reliving the night he and Boromir had sparred together…the Gondorian's unspoken battle with the siren song of Isildur's bane…the unexpected intimacy shared with a kindred spirit…this brash, stubborn, magnificent human…Gone.
Haldir did not realize he had climbed to the flet until he found himself wrapped around the warm comfort of the sleeping Illume. He closed his eyes and inhaled her scent.
Before long she was stirring, tuned to the sharp sting of his unhappiness. She shifted in his arms until she was facing him and feathered gentle fingers over his cheek.
"What has happened?"
"Do not concern yourself," he kissed the tip of her nose and burrowed his face between her neck and shoulder.
"Haldir, what has happened?" she persisted.
"Boromir is dead."
"I am sorry," Illume murmured, stroking his hair. "Did you love him?"
At first there was no response, and then Haldir collected himself and rose to one elbow.
"I felt kinship for him. We both protect…protected…lands not our own - he for a king who will not accept the throne and I for a lord and lady who will soon leave theirs behind. His work was his mate, as mine has been. Cold driven man, cold driven Elf…"
Illume placed her fingers over his lips. "Not so cold," she countered. "Full of purpose, strong of will. But not so cold."
The Guardian searched Illume's face. "I thank the Valar for you, hiril nin. You warm me..." He stroked a glistening strand of hair back from her forehead and placed a light kiss where it had lain. "…You make me smile. You make me laugh…" He swiped a tiny smudge from her cheek and studied the faint shadow it left on his thumb. "…You make me dirty…" a smile ghosted onto his lips then failed.
He sighed, lifting his gaze to his beloved forest. "So many leaving…so many lost…"
She captured his pointed chin in gentle fingers and turned his face back to hers. "So many still here who need you."
He stared into the infinity of her eyes, and then leaned over to touch his lips to hers. "Tired," he murmured against her mouth and settled back down into her arms.
~*~*~*~
For a pair of days they avoided the cares of the time. They cuddled and slept, cavorted in the pond and rode the black, hunted and shared combat tricks, squabbled and laughed and wrestled and made love. …Until the inevitable call from the Lady Galadriel...
~*~*~*~
Dialog translations from Sindarin:
Hiril Nin – My lady~*~*~*~
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