Title & Chapter Number: Before the Dawn Trilogy 1: Long Lost Words 1/2
Author(s): - Author's Index
Website: Hith a Naur
Fandom: Tolkien
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: No money, no suey
Warnings: Slash
Betas: Silvara, the most patient beta in existence and my 'Gamma' reader, Ilye -- who has proved invaluable!
Cast: Celeborn/Haldir
Timeline: Winter, Year 2513 of the Third Age
Spoilers: None
Summary: Galadriel comes to Celeborn, telling him of her plans to leave Middle-Earth in their future. The truth of their marriage and his where his love lies is brought to his attention and he must make a decision that will affect himself and his March Warden, who is more than reluctant to allow the Lorien Lord to have sway over his heart once more.
Notes: Yes, I know. I said only three trilogies, didn't I? ^^ "Time Until the End of Time" is complete, yes. This story, though, touches on the few facts we are given in that series regarding Celeborn and Haldir. In the second trilogy, I let everyone know the two Lorien Elves were lovers when Celeborn sent Haldir to retrieve Glorfindel. Here is their story. ^^ Just like the others, it is based on the songs that inspired them -- these are Evanescence.
Menegroth, 55 of the First Age
The young Elf stood near one of the many fountains in the great halls of Thingol. Silver on marble, the clear, cascading water babbling softly, lulling the Elf whose heart was troubled. He was not alone for long.
In the quiet, dimly lit hall the Elf sat in came the soft footsteps of one he knew only too well. He refused to turn to him, fearing he would lose all his resolve, fearing he would beg.
The new Elf stopped behind the young one and silence hung heavy between them. Finally, the low timber of the Lord who stood behind him demanded his attention.
"I am sorry."
He felt tears form in his eyes, his lip trembling. "I know."
"Will you please look at me?"
"No."
A pained sigh. "This is for the best."
"It is political. Nothing more."
"You could remain with me."
The young Elf scoffed, finally turning his tear-filled blue eyes to his companion. "Remain with you? As a consort? I always thought I meant more to you than that."
He was embraced suddenly, feeling the warm weight of the body that he had loved since before the dawning of the First Age. He choked on his sob and pushed the Elf away from him.
"Please, do not do this."
"Go to her. Leave me in peace."
"My heart breaks. I love you."
"You chose the path."
"The path was chosen for me."
The young Elf laughed bitterly. "How convenient. No blame rests on you. You can have me in your bed for time untold and then cast me aside when I no longer suit your purpose, it's simply your *path*."
"That is unfair, pen-neth. You do us a dishonor by belittling the love we share."
"*You* do us dishonor by marrying and throwing me away!" He was angry now. He had been angry for months. This wasn't how it was supposed to be! He was supposed to love him, to be with him until the end of their time.
Silver eyes flashed. "I am not throwing you away. You walked away."
"I will not be your whore."
Stiff silence.
"Did you think that we would be together for the rest of time?" Cruel laughter. "My station in this realm does not lend me the freedom to keep a young Elf in my bed. It demands I have a wife, sire children. You cannot be that to me."
"I am glad that this was so easy for you to reconcile. What more is there to say, my Lord? It is not as if I ever had a choice in this, as if my opinion, feelings or position were taken into account when you took your path." The young Elf walked past the older one, holding his head high as the tears fell freely down his cheeks.
The Lord who was left behind opened his mouth to send a scalding, cruel comment after his young lover, but quickly bit back the angry words. He wished his love would understand, would look at the greater picture. But, he had refused. Tomorrow was the Lord's wedding day, and it was both a blessed event as well as one he loathed to attend. He did not love her, they decided they would not bond, but the marriage would unite their lines and strengthen their race.
>From the shadows of the hall, Thingol watched his dear friend and kinsman. He knew his heart was heavy and the King wished he could do something to aid him. Watching the retreating figure, one of beauty and stately confidence, Thingol wondered if the Prince and the Warrior would ever find happiness.
~*~*~*~
Nevrast, 56 of the First Age
He walked proud and tall behind the dark-haired Elf who brought him before the ruler of the realm. He was wearing the colors of his homeland, silver robes lined with pure white with pale green leaves embroidered on the soft materials. The Elf was a vision with shocking blue eyes and hair the shade of moonlight. He was also a great warrior of Thingol. He had left his home, with the blessings of Thingol, and came to Nevrast to seek a place in Turgon's court. Now that he was here, though, the Elf missed his home within Menegroth terribly.
"Haldir of Doriath, my Lord," said the Elf who led him to stand before the King.
Turgon nodded, his glittering eyes watching Haldir closely. "What is it you seek, Haldir of Doriath?"
"I seek a home and a place within your guard, my Lord. My Lord Thingol felt that if I were to leave his service and look to serve elsewhere, that he should direct me to your court." Haldir had been close to Thingol, mainly due to his lover being a kinsman of the King. In time, Thingol had sought him out, enjoying his company and biting sarcasm. "I have a letter from my Lord, explaining my situation and requesting your understanding." Haldir passed the sealed parchment to the Elf who had led him to Turgon and waited patiently.
Turgon read the scroll quickly, nodding slightly. "Thingol says you are a valiant warrior, trained well and you held a high position within his guard."
Haldir nodded, "Aye, my Lord."
Turgon rolled the scroll up once more and looked at the pale-haired Elf. He sensed a noble air around the warrior and he made his decision. "Welcome to Nevrast, Haldir. I would like for you to take a place among my personal guard, since Thingol has such faith in your abilities."
Haldir was surprised at the quick acceptance and the easy trust the Elf-lord exhibited. "I am honored, my Lord."
The older Elf smiled at the younger one, knowing that he would get along well with the Doriath Elf. "Go now. Ecthelion will take you to the Guard quarters." He motioned to the dark-haired Elf who had brought him to the King.
As the silver-haired Elf followed, Ecthelion found himself smiling at the serious expression in the blue eyes. "Welcome to our home, Haldir of Doriath."
Haldir finally smiled, knowing he had found someplace to belong. He would be happy here... as happy as he could be after losing his lover to marriage. He hoped Celeborn was happy. Though, Haldir reflected, could it have ever been any other way for them? Celeborn was a Prince, Haldir nothing but a warrior. "Thank you, my Lord." Yes, this was where he belonged, in a great Guard serving a great Elf. It made no difference to Haldir what army or Elf he served under, so long as Celeborn was far away from him.
~*~*~*~
Gondolin -- 510 of the First Age
Haldir skidded into the King's Square, his bow discarded and he drew his sword. They had been fighting an endless battle, it seemed. He was out of arrows and most of his House had already perished. He had come with what was left of The House of Swallows, but there were so few of them left... so few of any left. The Square was filled with what was left of the mighty Houses of Gondolin, the sounds of battle outside the Square causing Haldir to shiver.
What was left of his bowmen assembled near, their dark blue and white tunics and deep purple cloaks fluttering in the winds of the Square. They held their shields, emblazoned with their crest -- a great purple arrowhead -- and the feathers in their helms moved with their swift movements, trying to barricade the gates into the Square. Haldir did not see Duilin accounted for in the numbers of his House and his heart grieved the loss of their Lord.
Haldir went with his men and helped bar one of the gates into the Square, taking note of Glorfindel and his Elves at another gate. He worried about Ecthelion, though, he had not seen the Elf in hours... He made a quick scan and saw the dark-haired Captain at the Fountain. He looked wounded, but Haldir was just thrilled his two closest friends were still alive.
How much longer that would last, he didn't know. But, they would not let Gondolin go without a fight.
Suddenly a fire drake broke through one of the gates and with it the flood of evil beings. Tuor stood before the great beast and Haldir cried out. Haldir's heart then stopped when he saw the huge, fiery Balrog advance into the Square, backing Tuor closer and closer to the Fountain. Gothmog had come for them. Haldir thought the King's son-in-law was to perish then, but he saw Ecthelion rush forward, battling the Balrog Lord himself. Haldir spared a moment's glance to Glorfindel who had not seen his lover engage the great demon.
Fighting with renewed vigor, Haldir led The House of Swallows against the tide of demons and vile creatures that came into the Square. After a few moments, though, he heard Tuor cry out and turned in time to see Ecthelion drive his spiked helm into the Balrog, wrapping himself about the fiery beast and pull him into the King's Fountain. His heart froze; Glorfindel would be devastated when the fighting was over...
He had no time to dwell on Ecthelion, though. Time enough later for grief, he thought to himself. He made his way to Tuor's side, his sword clashing and his muscles screaming with overexertion. The enemy was losing its confidence and the remaining members of Gondolin had begun to beat them back and away. Suddenly, to the relief of all those in the Square, Turgon and his men came riding in and cutting right through the creatures.
Hope rose in his heart then, that they would save Gondolin. The price would be high, but they could rebuild. Glorfindel had made his way to Haldir and Tuor and called out Ecthelion's name, searching for his missing lover. The azure eyes of the Golden Flower met the cool water orbs of the Swallow and Glorfindel knew... Haldir sent him silent comfort and returned to battle. The golden warrior let out a cry of anguish and flung himself at his enemies.
The men in the Royal Guard fought the fire drake and forced it into the Fountain where valiant Ecthelion had met his end, but that was also the end of the great Fountain. Haldir felt tears come to his eyes; he was exhausted, covered in foul fluids and his tears. Haldir watched as most of that Guard fell in the intense heat of the drake and he felt despair fall upon him. They would not survive the siege of Gondolin.
Turgon fought near Glorfindel, a body of his few remaining Guards defending him against the beasts that came past the Elves at the front of the Square.
"Great is the Fall of Gondolin!" called out Turgon and whatever hope had remained was squashed by the King's words.
"Gondolin stands, and Ulmo will not suffer it to perish," was Tuor's response, his eyes wild and full of fury.
Turgon shook his head and called back, "Evil have I brought upon the Flower of the Plain in despite of Ulmo, and he now leaves it to whither in fire. Lo! No more hope is in my heart for my city of loveliness, but the children of the Noldoli shall not be worsted forever. Fight not against doom, O, my children. Seek those who may, safety in flight, but let Tuor have your lealty."
Haldir knew Turgon was calling for them to retreat, but how could he leave his city, his home, his fallen kin... his King? He also feared remaining, thinking he would never get the opportunity to see Celeborn again, to forgive the Prince for casting him aside. But, he could not dessert Turgon in his time of need.
Tuor seethed. "Thou art King."
"Yet no blow shall I strike more," came Turgon's weary voice. He removed his crown from his head and threw it to the ground. Galdor, who had been defending his King with fervor, picked it up, insisting Turgon wear it. The King would not accept it, he left his men, crownless and went up the white tower of his palace. His voice rang out with the force of a horn, and he cried, "Great is the Victory of the Noldoli!"
Glorfindel grabbed Haldir's arm. "Come, Haldir!"
Haldir did as he was bid, following Glorfindel after Tuor, bringing up the rear with what was left of the The House of the Golden Flower. It was only then, in the midst of retreat, that Haldir realized he was the last of his House. He watched as Elf after Elf of Glorfindel's great House fell, defending the women and children who fled before them. When they came into sight of Idril, they all followed her gaze to where Turgon stood. Haldir's soul cried out, seeing his King and friend fall in fire with the serpent about the white tower.
Glorfindel pulled Haldir away from the sight, away from the great burning city. The few remaining Gondolithrim ran, using the hidden tunnel, fleeing Gondolin.
~*~*~*~
Isle of Balar -- 510 of the First Age
Haldir, worn and weary, marched dejectedly through the halls of Gil-Galad's estate. He had traveled, without stop, for almost three months. He had left Tuor and Idril to set sail over the Sea, taking with him the very few remaining warriors. Galathil had been kind when he greeted the Gondolin party and Haldir was relieved when he had a servant take his men to rooms where they could rest and bathe. Haldir, though, insisted he be taken immediately to Gil-Galad.
The great hall where the Lord and his guests were assembled fell silent when Elrond led the dirty, ragged Elf into the room.
"Lord Haldir of Gondolin, of The House of Swallows, my Lord."
>From beside Gil-Galad stood a tall, silver-haired Elf-lord. Haldir's eyes widened when Celeborn gaped at him. Gil-Galad cleared his throat. "Is there a reason, Lord Haldir, that you come before us in such a terrible state of disarray?" It was not a cruel or harsh comment, and even if it was, Haldir was too exhausted to care.
"I bring news from Gondolin. The city has fallen; King Turgon has fallen in defense of the city. His successor, Lord Tuor, has taken across the Sea with his wife, abdicating the throne. It is with a heavy heart, and few survivors of the fair city, that I come to tell you that you are now the High King of the Noldor." Haldir swayed on his feet and nearly fainted when strong arms caught him. He looked up into concerned silver eyes.
"Why have you not rested, Haldir?" Celeborn could not understand why his old lover would have used all the energy he had without thought of his well-being.
Haldir pulled away. "I have not rested, my Lord," he said bitterly, "because my city, my King, my *kin* are gone. Lord Ecthelion fell fighting Gothmog and Lord Glorfindel fell while defending us against another Balrog that threatened to block our escape. Myself and four warriors of The House of the Golden Flower survived to make it here. It was my duty to Turgon and to Tuor to come here as quickly as possible."
Gil-Galad was impressed with the conviction and loyalty the warrior displayed. "Go and rest, Lord Haldir. I am sure you need it. When you are recovered, I would like to speak with you. You are a brave Elf, a warrior with great courage. I would like for you to feel welcome in our Guard."
Haldir bowed before his new King. "I have never cared where I served or who I served under, so long as they were a fair and just ruler. I would be honored to serve Turgon's kin as I served him."
He gave one last heated look at Celeborn and then swiftly followed Galathil out of the chamber and to the baths. He had once more had everything ripped from him, but at least he had someplace to go, he still had purpose.
He did not see Celeborn again until many years later, the Elf-lord having bid his farewells and returning to Eregion, delivering the news to the Elves in his care.
~*~*~*~
Imladris -- 1697 of the Second Age
Glorfindel called out to Haldir, demanding the Elf drag back their wounded. Elrond had called for them to retreat into this valley, where he set up refuge from Sauron's forces. They could hold off the valley, but they were all growing weary.
Haldir had been surprised when Glorfindel had reappeared in Lindon not too long before Elrond had been sent out to aid Celeborn in Eregion. They had arrived too late, though, and only a small host of the Eregion Elves were left alive. Haldir hated to admit it, but he was relieved when they found Lord Celeborn still at the front of his men, fighting against the Orcs that swarmed his lands.
The Captain of Gil-Galad's army began pulling back wounded Elves, with the aid of Gildor, Erestor, Rumil, and Orophin. Within moments, though, the five Elves returned to battle. Haldir kept a close eye on his brothers. Haldir had taken them in a thousand years ago, after their parents had been taken by Orcs. Orophin had been but sixteen, and Rumil was only a babe at that time, but Gil-Galad and Elrond had welcomed his family and taken a personal interest in the sullen Orophin.
Now, they fought with great skill, and Haldir had never been more proud. He could see Celeborn in the distance, shining in his mithril armor, wielding his sword with fervor. He had always thought his old lover possessed a deadly beauty, and it was here that he saw it in action.
They had a few thousand Elves set in this valley; they were holding their ground. When a lull came in the fighting, when the sun had begun to rise and the Orcs fled for the safety of the wood, they called a council of the highest officers. Glorfindel, Erestor, Elrond, Celeborn, Haldir and Gildor assembled.
"They are keeping us occupied," Elrond said. "We cannot aid Eregion or Lindon so long as we are kept surrounded here."
The group nodded and discussion of tactics and plans carried them well into the afternoon. As the sun made its descent, Elrond dismissed everyone to their tents, telling them to rest up for another long night.
~*~*~*~
Celeborn was already waiting in Haldir's tent before the Captain entered. Haldir froze, startled, as he took in the sight of the Lord of Eregion sitting casually on the makeshift cot. "Lord Celeborn," he said stiffly.
"I think you and I are past all formalities, Haldir," Celeborn said with a trace of a smile.
"As you say," was the too-formal reply.
Celeborn laughed. "Haldir, come now! Is that any way to treat a friend?"
"I was not aware that we were friends."
"We used to be much more than that."
"A situation that, as I recall, ended nigh on two thousand years ago. I am not the battle-green young warrior that you abandoned in Menegroth. I have seen enough war and death to last me until the end of my days. I have watched those I fought beside fall in an instant. It has taught me that time is precious, that the present is all that matters for it may not last the night. So, why, *Lord* Celeborn, should I waste these precious moments discussing the past?"
Celeborn stood, his face a mixture of surprise, respect, and anger. He paused a moment, and his expression returned to that of casual joviality. "It is not the past I wish to discuss, but the future," he replied as he crossed the small space to stand in front of Haldir.
"What makes you think that I would allow you to have any part in my future?" Haldir asked, indignant.
Celeborn continued to advance on Haldir; the warrior instinctively stepped back until he was pressed against the side of the small tent. Celeborn moved closer, breathing deeply of the battle-worn scent of his former lover. He leaned in and kissed Haldir.
Haldir resisted as much as he could, but his body and his heart eventually overwhelmed his mind, and he felt himself yield to the kiss. His eyes closed, breath catching in his throat. He did not resist when Celeborn opened his mouth and slid his tongue between Haldir's lips, but neither did he reciprocate.
Celeborn broke the kiss finally, moving back only a step. "That does," he answered. His eyes roamed down the Captain's body, taking in the bulge that had developed in his leggings. "And so does this," Celeborn continued, reaching out a hand to cup the firmness between Haldir's legs.
Haldir stood immobile as the Lord of Eregion knelt before him, deftly pulling loose the ties of his leggings and sliding them to the floor. The erection he'd been unable to control swelled even more upon being freed from the confines of clothing. Haldir knew what was about to happen and found himself powerless to prevent it. His body did desire Celeborn; his heart still longed for his old love; even his mind had to admit that he was far too weary to protest.
The blonde Lord took Haldir's silence as assent and wasted no time in enveloping Haldir's shaft with his mouth. Celeborn sighed at the feel of the familiar skin crossing his lips. His feelings for Haldir had never changed over the long years, and he still wished to rekindle the relationship they had left in Doriath those many centuries ago. When Haldir had shown up with Elrond and the other Elves dispatched from Lindon, Celeborn had been breathless at the change in the younger Elf. He'd since been hoping for an opportunity just like this to catch Haldir alone.
Haldir groaned in spite of himself as Celeborn's warm mouth covered his firm cock. Haldir had never taken another lover in all the years since he left Doriath, a fact that he became acutely aware of as Celeborn sucked on the head of his arousal and wrapped his fingers around the shaft. Haldir's hips began to thrust, partly from desire and partly from his sudden difficulty to remain standing. When Celeborn removed his hand and drew Haldir's erection deep into his mouth with each thrust, that difficulty increased, and Haldir's knees felt weak and unsteady.
Celeborn, as if sensing his partner's unease, slid his hands up to grip Haldir's arse, holding the Elf steady while his lips continued to caress the stiff rod being pushed into his mouth. Celeborn was unaware of Haldir's celibacy, so he was surprised when only a few minutes passed before he heard the warrior call out and felt the hot liquid spill into his mouth.
When Haldir was spent, Celeborn stood, pulling up the Captain's leggings as he did. As soon as the Lord was eye level to Haldir, the younger Elf spat in his face. "Thank you, Lord Celeborn, for reminding me exactly what you felt my worth and importance to be," he hissed through clenched teeth. "I trust you can find your way out."
Celeborn wiped his face, too stunned to speak. Haldir pushed past him and busied himself checking the integrity of his recovered arrows. The Eregion Lord took the hint and exited the tent without another word. As soon as Haldir heard Celeborn leave, the pretense of strength he'd been projecting crumbled. He slumped onto his side on the cot, his pride the only thing holding back tears as he fell into a pit of shame and self-loathing.
~*~*~*~
Imladris -- 1 of the Third Age
The three companions slowly stopped their mounts, gracefully dismounting regardless of their fatigue. They had been the last of the Elves from Imladris to leave Mordor and had come as quickly as they could. Glorfindel took their horses to the stable while Haldir and Erestor stretched their stiff limbs.
"It is good to be home," was Erestor's quiet statement. Haldir had always been impressed with the subdued Advisor. Erestor had proven himself a fierce and loyal warrior. His skill was amazing and rivaled that of Haldir's and Glorfindel's. Haldir always had the odd sensation that he *knew* Erestor, but he had not met the Noldo until Erestor had come to Gil-Galad's court as Elrond's scribe many, many years ago. Since then, the Elf had become a brilliant tactician, could wield a sword as any seasoned warrior, and his talents as an archer would have made him welcome in Haldir's House in Gondolin had Erestor lived then.
"Aye, home." This was to be his home. Elrond had left Lindon permanently, and at the end of the Siege of Barad-dur, the Half-Elf had asked if Haldir would come back to Imladris as his Captain. Haldir had been honored and received leave fro Cirdan to return with Glorfindel and Erestor, Cirdan assuring Haldir that he would send his brothers as soon as he returned to Lindon. "I hope Rumil and Orophin will be happy here."
"Who couldn't be happy here, meldir?" Glorfindel, who was never without a smile, shone radiantly in the afternoon sun.
Erestor and Haldir couldn't help but laugh, feeling the weight of war and evil finally lifting from their hearts. Haldir gave a small sniff. "I do believe we could all use a bath."
"Aye!" came a call. "You three smell of grime, horse, and... whatever else it is wafting up to offend my delicate sensibilities!" The three at the base of the main stairs into the Last Homely House looked up to find their Lord dressed in rich robes, smiling at them.
"Elrond," Glorfindel chided. "Have you forgotten all your diplomacy?"
The four began walking to the family wing. Elrond had insisted they each take quarters there, he felt closest to them and wanted them near. Especially now. Haldir's heart bled for the Peredhel. Something was missing from his deep voice, a spark was gone from his grey eyes. The new Mirkwood King had taken that from their beloved Lord on the fields of battle. Haldir sighed softly, happy to see his friend laughing once again. Even if it was hollow sounding.
Elrond came to a stop in front of a door. "These are yours, Glorfindel. Next to them on the left are for Haldir, to the right are yours, Erestor."
"Thank you, my Lord," they said in unison.
Elrond chuckled. "Go, unpack, bathe and change. We will eat in the Hall of Fire in two hours." He turned to go, heading toward the main study, but called over his shoulder, "I almost forgot. Lord Celeborn and the Lady Galadriel have taken up residence with us. They will be here indefinitely." With that, the Peredhel disappeared from sight.
~*~*~*~
He couldn't do this.
Haldir stood in front of the full-length mirror inspecting himself. He now wore the Guard uniform of Imladris, the rich reds and browns displaying the shocking contrast of his pale blond hair, clear blue eyes and his alabaster skin. He looked much different from the many dark-haired, dark-eyed Noldor who populated the halls of Imladris. But, he would not be the only exotic Elf. Celeborn was there. With his wife.
And their daughter.
The Captain buckled his sword to his waist and checked his braids one last time. Holding his head high, forgetting the humiliation he had felt at Celeborn's hands centuries ago, he entered the hall where Glorfindel, Erestor and Lindir waited for him.
Glorfindel wore formal robes in deep blues and white, his hair shining with that internal radiance only the Balrog-slayer had. Lindir wore a simple red tunic over a gold shirt and black leggings, showing his status as a member of the household staff and highlighting the light gold hair that was neatly braided in one rope down his back. Erestor had taken to wearing black robes, stiff and somber, causing his porcelain skin to become lost amidst thick, sable tresses and large, charcoal eyes. They were quite a shocking group.
"Shall we?" asked Erestor, falling into step with Lindir.
Glorfindel sneered slightly at the back of Erestor's head. Haldir had to stifle his chuckle and slipped his hand into Glorfindel's. He had not had a lover since Celeborn and had been even less interested in romance after that moment in the tent, but Glorfindel had been persistent. They had been lovers for a few years now and Haldir took great comfort in the Elda's affection.
When the four Elves entered the Hall of Fire, they realized they were the last to be seated. Elrond sat at the head table, Erestor taking his place to Elrond's left. It was no secret the Councilor and the Lord were lovers, Haldir just questioned the motives of each partner. Glorfindel took his place to Elrond's right and Haldir sat at the Seneschal's side. It was only when he had situated himself that he realized Celeborn sat in front of him, as an honored guest.
Glorfindel noticed Haldir pale and eyes go wide. He leaned over, placing his hand lightly on the Sinda's thigh. "Meleth?" he whispered.
"I..." was all Haldir could make come out of his mouth. He had not truly been prepared to see the Lord once again. The cold silver eyes gazed steadily at him. Haldir had the sudden sensation of being hunted. The look in Celeborn's eyes was that of a large cat sizing up its prey. He blinked a couple times and turned to face his lover, smiling gently at him. "I am well, seron vell. Truly. Just... tired."
Celeborn's eyes flashed with jealousy as he watched his old lover speaking in hushed tones with the Elda. He had a great respect for Glorfindel, but he still loved Haldir and seeing them in such an intimate pose made him want to throttle the Seneschal.
The meal passed without major incident. Celeborn's eyes rarely left the Imladris Captain, and Haldir kept up conversation with his four dear friends. As the night drew to a close, Elrond excused himself and Erestor, taking their leave and promising to see Galadriel in the morning. Glorfindel stood, taking Haldir's hand in his, and escorted his lover from the Hall, oblivious to the dagger shooting from the Eregion Lord's eyes.
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