Title & Chapter Number: Haldir's Redemption 2/9
Author(s): - Author's Index
Fandom: LOTR
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my soul. No money is being made from this story and all rights and privileges belong to the Tolkien Estate.
Warnings: Angst, H/C
Betas: Kissaki, Alex from Haldir Lives
Cast: Haldir/OFC and most of the elves and fellowship including some of my own characters
Timeline: Just before the fellowship arrives at Lorien and after they leave
Spoilers: LOTR, Two Towers
Summary: Sequel to Haldir's Therapy. Haldir has been injured at Helm's Deep and finds that he needs Nerie more than he thought possible but his stubborness and arrogance gets way too much in the way. Plenty of angst, assault, pain and battery……..and forever love…..all say aaahhhh!!
Notes: Feedback always appreciated. This is an ongoing story.
Chapter 2 - Homeward Bound
The days passed into nights. The journey was slow and the constant pain of the jolting from the cart that he lay in had eventually made Haldir beg Arvarno for relief. Arvarno nodded and as the elvish words drifted into Haldir's consciousness, his eyes slowly closed as he slept in the magical sleep of elvish magic. Arvarno sighed, absently plaiting his hair to keep it out of his face, as he watched Haldir drift into uninterrupted sleep. It was then that he heard the trotting hoofs of a horse coming to the wagon.
Arvarno looked up to see Calenthon riding gently on one of the Rohan horses as he slow trotted up the line of mounted elves that followed the cart. Drawing the reins gently, the horse slowed to the same pace that the cart was being pulled.
"How is he?" Calenthon asked as he drew his hood back away from his face to let rest around his shoulders. His hair fluttered with the light breeze of the early morning. His horse snorted and skittered next to the cart, "Easy mellon. You will be home soon enough," Calenthon whispered to his horse, giving a pat for reassurance. He then looked upward to the watching Arvarno, who looked tired and pale.
"You do not look well yourself mellonnin."
Arvarno snorted with a half smile. "I am fine. I will rest once we get to Lorien. I need to be here for Haldir."
Calenthon nodded, then turned his head to look at the horizon. It would soon be dawn as the darkness drew its blackened skirts away from the sun's rays, the colours a pale yellow and golden red on the border where land met sky.
"We will be there in a few hours," Calenthon whispered.
Arvarno gazed at the rising sun, its warmth welcome. Winter would soon be upon Middle Earth and he had feared that it would arrive sooner than they could move Haldir safely home. They had stayed far longer than they intended. Aragorn, Mithrandir and the others had left Helm's Deep and the elves were made welcome at Riddermark. During that time, with Arvarno's assistance and encouragement, Haldir had gained some use of him arm but it still remained extremely weak and it tired Haldir greatly to use it.
Soon enough the reassuring sight of the Lothlorien borders could be seen and it was early afternoon when they came to its edges, the wardens waiting for the group to arrive. Rumil was part of that group and as he scanned the group, he saw the cart and saw familiar blonde hair. Jumping down from his flet with speed, he ran to the group, passing those on horseback without noticing them, such was his desire to reach the person who lay in the cart.
As he came to the wagon, he gripped the cold wooden sides and swung himself into the back and took note of who lay inside. Arvarno's eyes darkened, for at first he didn't recognise the elf that leapt into the cart. It was when Rumil touched his brother's forehead gently with his long fingers, that Arvarno realised who the elf was.
"Rumil - " Arvarno began but Rumil looked upwards, his expression stopping any further conversation.
"How bad?" Rumil said curtly, his eyes showing his anger. He had never seen his brother so helpless before, which made him feel helpless and he didn"t enjoy that feeling at all!
Arvarno licked his lips as he gazed for long moments at Haldir, then back at Rumil.
"He may never be March Warden again," he whispered, then bowed his head in sorrow. The sight of the trees of Lorien made him realise what Haldir may lose and Arvarno's heart broke for the plight of his dearest friend.
Rumil hissed, his eyebrows knitting in to a deep frown, his fingers absently stroking Haldir's hair. He then sighed deeply, his shoulders slumping as he sat clumsily on the wooden floor of the cart, his hand never leaving his brother's body.
"Let's get him home," Rumil whispered and Arvarno silently nodded in agreement.
The humans of Rohan, who had escorted the elves back to Lorien, said their goodbyes at the edge of the forest for neither horse nor cart could go further. Rumil had insisted, despite Arvarno's protestations, that he would carry his brother home to Caras Galadhron. Haldir remained asleep with further aid from Arvarno but the trip was slower than any normal elf pace.
Night fell and the elves made camp for the night on the floor of Lorien's forest for it would have been hard to carry an unconscious elf into a flet with injuries that Haldir had. Rumil never left Haldir's side with Arvarno sleeping on the other, in case he was needed. Orophin arrived in the camp early next morning and between the two brothers, they carried Haldir home, Arvarno following behind, his heart heavy in his chest for he feared his next meeting for that would be with Nerie.
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