Title & Chapter Number: Dream Warrior 27-29/33
Author(s): - Author's Index
Website: Heather Lynn's Page
Fandom: Tolkien
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: The characters, settings, places, and languages used in this work are the property of J R R Tolkien, the Tolkien Estate and Tolkien Enterprises. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Warnings: SEX!!!
Betas: None
Cast: Haldir/Lirimaer (OC)
Timeline: FotR AU
Spoilers: FotR Perhaps
Summary: This story begins in the year 3018 (S.R. 1418), the same time that Frodo, Sam, Merry and Pippin have begun their journey. They are now with Aragorn, having left Amon Sûl (Weathertop) after battling the Ringwraiths. Arwen Evenstar has Frodo and is taking him to Rivendell. Lirimaer is an elf from Rivendell who journeys to Lothlórien to speak to Galadriel about the haunting nightmare she repeatedly has. Haldir comes across her along the way and he leads her to Lórien.
Notes: While writing this, I followed the Tolkien's books and the two movies and made up a few things as well. My timeline does not coincide with the books, only to try to keep things short! I hope the translations are correct, if not please email me so I can make any necessary repairs. I hope to add drawings soon, having just moved I will need some time. I hope you enjoy my first fan fic I've ever written, please let me know what you think! This fan fic was also part of the www.haldir-lives.org Fan Fic Challenge.
Chapter 27 - To Helm's Deep
Haldir quietly dressed and gathered his pack and weapons together. He stood next to the bed, watching Lirimaer sleep, not wanting to wake her. He didn't want a tearful goodbye. He gently kissed her mouth, caressed her cheek and touched her hair, thinking that this could very well be the last time he would see her in Arda. With a heavy heart he turned and went out the door.
Lirimaer quickly sat up and threw on the leggings, tunic and boots she had stashed under the bed. She went to the door and peeked out. She darted to Vuranor's door, knocked and went inside. Vuranor was dressed and in his armor. "We must hurry," he said. He picked up a flask off the table. "You will need this to finish the disguise. Come over here to the basin. Hold your head over it."
She stood with her head down, feeling something wet pouring over her head. Vuranor rubbed it into her hair. "What is it?" she asked.
"It is boiled tree bark. It will stain your hair. You cannot risk being noticed." He handed her a cloth, which she dried her hair with. She combed it out and looked into the mirror. Her hair was as black as Vuranor's. "Now you can really pass as my brother!" exclaimed Vuranor. She quickly braided her hair and put on the armor.
There was a knock on the door. It was Alfirin. She raced into Vuranor's arms. "You must promise to come back to me!" she cried, not noticing the other elf in the room.
"Of course I will, melamin," he said sweetly, brushing the tears from Alfirin's face. "Do not cry. I will be back for you. I will take you back to Rivendell with me." He gave her a kiss, long and passionate. Lirimaer smiled. "My friend, Astalder, will make sure that I come back unscathed," he said, turning Alfirin towards Lirimaer.
Lirimaer held her breath. Surely she would be recognized. "I beg your pardon, Astalder. I thought that Vuranor was alone," she said, blushing.
"It is quite all right," Lirimaer said, trying to make her voice sound deeper. Then she said in her normal voice, "I will take care of him, Alfirin, do not worry!"
Alfirin knew the voice. Lirimaer took off her helmet. "Lirimaer! What are you doing?" Alfirin asked.
"I would try to explain, but we must go. I will tell you all about it when we get back," she said. She hugged her friend and headed for the door. Vuranor gave Alfirin another kiss and headed for the door as well. "Namárië," they said and they were gone. 1
Lirimaer stepped in line with the rest of the troops with Vuranor behind her. Unfortunately he had caught Haldir's eye. Haldir marched down to where they were. Lirimaer bit her lip, hoping he wouldn't see her. She diverted her eyes away from him. "Vuranor, what do you think you are doing?" Haldir asked.
"I am going to Rohan with my friend," he said, looking Haldir in the eye. Haldir stood there, returning his gaze. Then he smiled and clapped Vuranor on the shoulder.
"Well, Haldir, we wish you safe journey," Elrohir said, walking over with Elladan. "We must get back to Rivendell. We will see you again soon." He grasped Haldir's shoulder. "Take care of yourself. You have a lovely wife to come home to!" Haldir smiled. "I am very fortunate. I never thought I would ever be so privileged to have someone like Lirimaer in my life." Lirimaer smiled to herself at hearing his sweet words.
"Do take care of yourself," added Elladan. "And watch your back. Namárië."
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It took the troops almost two days to reach the borders of Fangorn Forest. They camped on the outskirts; even they were not wild about the idea of entering the forest with the great dark shadows. They could feel the sorrow and the anger in the trees. They would follow the edge of the forest south to Helm's Deep. They would be there in about four days, if things went well.
Lirimaer stayed close to Vuranor. She kept her helmet on as much as possible, wearing the hood of her cloak when she removed it. She longed to be near Haldir, but dared not. It would prove to be a disaster if he caught her, so she would have to watch him from afar. At night, he distanced himself from the rest of the troops, sitting by himself. He looked to be in deep thought most of the time, occasionally a slight smile on his face, other times looking gloomy. She could only imagine what he was thinking about, she thought, smiling to herself. It upset her not being able to comfort him.
"Vuranor, Haldir looks lonely. Why don't you go talk to him?" she said. "He looks like he could use a friend."
"I'm sure he's thinking of the love he had to leave behind, like I am," he said.
Lirimaer noticed for the first time the sorrow in her friend's eyes. She had been too preoccupied with Haldir. "I am sorry, Vuranor. Of course you are sad. You too had to leave your love behind." She wanted to hug her friend, but knew that it would bring attention to her. She gave him a consoling smile.
"We should rest. We have a lot of traveling to do tomorrow."
~*~*~*~
"No!" Lirimaer yelled, making the elves around her jump to their feet.
"Astalder, wake up!" Vuranor said, shaking Lirimaer out of her dream. "It's all right," he said th the others around him. "He was just dreaming." The elves all settled back down, except for Haldir. He started walking towards them. "Hide your face! Haldir is coming. Act like you are sleeping."
"Is everything all right here, Vuranor?" He looked at the elf next to Vuranor. He was rather gaunt in shape, even with the armor. "Do you know him?" he asked.
"Yes, he is from Rivendell. I have seen him before." He glanced at some of the other elves, noting curious glances from a few. "He must have been having a dream. He's quiet now."
"Good, we don't need to alert every orc within earshot of our location. Get some rest, Vuranor." Haldir walked back to his blanket.
"That was close," said Lirimaer, rubbing the aching mark on her arm. She lay back down but didn't sleep any more that night. They were close now.
~*~*~*~
Four days later, at dusk, they came into sight of Helm's Deep. A knot twisted in Lirimaer's stomach. As they got closer, she could see a vast wall that stood before a tall tower, running from one mountain face to another. It stood about fifty feet high. She could see torches and men all along it. Then she heard the sounds of the Elven horn being blown. They marched up the causeway to the gates opening for them. Men stood on either side, watching the procession. They stopped before a staircase, where a bearded man in his later years stood in awe. This must be King Théoden. Haldir stopped in front of him, standing proud in his golden armor and red cloak. Then Lirimaer heard Haldir speak.
"I bring word from Elrond of Rivendell. An Alliance once existed between Elves and Men. Long ago we fought and died together." He stopped speaking and smiled, looking at the top of the staircase. Lirimaer saw Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli running down the steps. "We come to honor that allegiance."
"Mae govannen, Haldir," said Aragorn, smiling. "You are most welcome!" He gave Haldir a big hug, leaving Haldir bewildered. Lirimaer was trying hard to hide her smile but it was so wonderful to see her friends again. Then she saw Haldir return the hug. Legolas stepped forward and they patted each other on the shoulder, smiling.
Haldir turned back to King Théoden. "We are proud to fight alongside Men once more."
~*~*~*~
Namárië - Farewell
~*~*~*~
Chapter 28 - The Fight To Save Haldir
Men and elves took their positions upon the wall. Vuranor stood with one elf in between himself and Haldir. Lirimaer stood on the other side of him. They all stood looking into the distance. They could see thousands of torches coming their way. Lirimaer's eyes grew large. How will we ever survive this night? She looked over at her lover. He stood like a statue, sturdy and fearless. It brought needed courage to her.
The Uruk-hai drew closer. Lightning flashed across the sky, followed by the sound of thunder. It started to rain. She pulled her hood up over her helmet. Nearby she could hear Gimli complaining about his position at the wall. Lightning flashed again, revealing thousands of Uruk-hai advancing the wall. A breeze brought their foul odor to her nose.
Haldir watched the advancing army. They stopped in front of the Deeping Wall, stomping and roaring into the night. The sound was deafening.
A Eruchîn, ú-dano I faelas a hyn an uben tanatha le faelas!" Aragorn shouted above the noise. Suddenly an arrow flew from one of the men, hitting one of the orcs in the neck, dropping him. "Dartho!" yelled Aragorn. The Uruk-hai were silent. The howling and stomping started again, their leader standing on a rock driving them forward. "Tangado halad!" Aragorn yelled. 3 Men and elves notched their arrows. "Leithio i philinn!" The arrows took down many of the orcs, but more came from behind to take their place. They raised ladders against the wall. "Pendraid!" yelled Aragorn, the elves drawing their swords for combat. Orcs spilled over the wall.
Lirimaer's heart was hammering in her chest. She looked over at Vuranor, who was pulling his sword. He turned and smiled at her. "Stay close to me! Keep your back to mine. I will help you." He turned and thrust his sword into a charging orc.
Lirimaer saw one climbing over the wall next to her and lashed out with her sword, felling him. Another was on her, she hacked into its shoulder. She glanced over the wall. The Uruk-hai just kept coming. She heard Aragorn shouting "Na fennas!" She looked down at the causeway and saw tightly packed lines of Uruk-hai making their way to the gate. Elf archers released their arrows on them, but they kept coming.
Aragorn shouted to Legolas, "Togo hon dad, Legolas! Dago hon! Dago hon!" She looked over the wall just in time to catch a glimpse of an Uruk-hai stumbling into the drainage hole in the wall with a torch.
An incredible explosion blew through the wall, blasting hunks of rock and bodies into the air. Lirimaer was blown off her feet, the blast knocking the wind out of her. It took a few seconds to recover. She looked around her. Vuranor was pulling her to her feet, shouting at her but her ears were ringing. "Haldir!" she yelled, looking for him. He was about thirty feet away from her, battling two Uruk-hai at once. She turned just in time to see a sword coming down on her, blocking it. She swung upwards, cutting off the foul creature's arm and then slashed its neck.
The Uruk-hai were pouring through the hole in the wall at a tremendous rate. Elven archers met them, showering them with arrows. They drew their swords and faced off with the oncoming wave of orcs. Their numbers were too great. Many elves and men were dead or dying. It was a loosing battle.
Lirimaer was battling with an Uruk-hai when another jumped her from behind, knocking her over and falling on her leg. She felt the bones crunch in her ankle, pain shooting up her leg. She jammed her sword behind her, stabbing into the creature's gut. Vuranor pulled him off of her, beheading him. Vuranor tried to stand her up, but Lirimaer cried out in agony. "My ankle is broken!" He dragged her and put her back against the wall, fighting off the onslaught of enemy soldiers. She slid her back up the wall, putting her weight on one leg.
"Am Marad! Am Marad!" she heard Aragorn yell. NO! Not now! How could she help him now, she couldn't walk. She looked for him, he was about twenty feet away. It might as well have been a thousand! "Am Marad! Am Marad! Haldir, am Marad!" Haldir nodded and called to his men.
"Vuranor!" she yelled, "It's happening now!" He did not hear her over the noise. She crawled along the wall, the pain unbearable, falling to her knees. Haldir was fighting an Uruk-hai when he suddenly was stabbed in the arm. "No!" She continued to drag herself along the wall, over rubble and the bodies of those who had fallen. Now she was ten feet away when she saw an Uruk-hai raising his sword behind Haldir, ready to strike. "Haldir!" she screamed franticly, reaching for the dagger Vuranor had given to her when she left Rivendell. She threw it at the Uruk-hai with all her might, hitting him in the neck, just as his blade was coming down. It hit Haldir in the back, cutting through his armor. The creature fell on Haldir, knocking him into the wall. "Haldir!"
I'm too late! she cried to herself, dragging herself over to her fallen lover, pushing the dead Uruk-hai off of him. The dream has come true! Haldir was face down, his armor split down his back. She tried desperately to roll him over, the pain in her leg far from her thoughts. She rolled him on to his side, resting his head in her lap. His eyes were open but he was not conscious. She brushed the hair from his face, kissing him on the mouth. "Please don't die! I love you! I cannot live without you! Please don't leave me!" Suddenly she felt a sharp pain in her head as an Uruk-hai slammed the side of her helmet with a heavy club. She fell over on her side, and saw nothing more.
~*~*~*~
A Eruchîn, ú-dano I faelas a hyn an uben tanatha le faelas! - Show them no mercy, for you shall receive none! Dartho! - Hold! Tangado halad! - Prepare to fire! Leithio I philinn! - Release the arrows! Pendraid! - Ladders! Na fennas! - Causeway Togo hon dad, Legolas! Dago hon! Dago Hon! - Bring him down, Legolas! Kill him! Kill him!
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Chapter 29 - The Next Day
"Over here! There's one alive over here." She felt someone pulling her arms, dragging her. She tried to focus her eyes, the early morning light blinding her. The pain in her head was incredible. "Haldir!" she tried to say, barely able to hear her own voice.
"Lirimaer! By the grace of the Valar! You're alive!" She recognized Vuranor's voice. She made out some blurry shapes, her eyes slowly focusing. She was able to make out Vuranor's face in front of hers.
"Haldir! Where is Haldir?" She looked around her, her head pounding. She caught sight of someone next to her on the ground, trying to get her eyes to focus. Then she saw the shine of golden armor and long, blonde, bloodied hair.
"Haldir!" He was lying on his side, his back to her, unmoving. She felt someone trying to move her again, swift pain shooting up her leg from her shattered ankle. She cried out, loosing consciousness once more.
~*~*~*~
When Lirimaer awoke later that morning, her head still throbbing. She was lying on her side on a bed, her leg had been splinted and bandaged. Her vision was still a little blurred. Vuranor was sitting next to her in a chair, looking exhausted. Haldir! She tried to sit up but Vuranor's hand held her down. "Where do you think you are going? You are in no condition to be getting up."
"Where is he?" she cried. She remembered seeing him lying on the wall, unmoving, his armor split open down his back and bloody. "I didn't save him, did I? My dream became a reality! I have failed!"
"The only thing you failed at was not noticing that he is laying on the bed next to you sleeping!" Vuranor said, smiling. She rolled over, looking right into Haldir's face. She reached out and touched his cheek. He looked so pale. "Is he alright?"
"He lost a lot of blood. The wound on his back is bad, but it will heal. He took a blow to the head as well. He'll probably sleep for a while, which is something I highly recommend you to do as well!" Vuranor said. "You took a nasty blow to the side of your head. And of course your ankle is indeed broken. You were very brave up there on that wall. You fought well. And I believe this belongs to you," he said, handing her the dagger. He gave her a kiss on the forehead. "I'll stop by later to check on you and to bring you something to eat. Now sleep!"
"You look like you could use some sleep as well," she said, noticing his arm in a sling. "Thank you for everything." She rolled back over and looked at her husband, smiling. I did it! she thought to herself. I have saved him! She lifted up his arm and wrapped it around her, snuggling up against him, falling quickly to sleep, without any dreams.
Vuranor came back around noon with some food. Haldir still hadn't moved. He told Lirimaer how the night had unfolded, how everything had looked grim. Then at sunrise, King Théoden, Aragorn, Legolas and a few remaining men and elves rode out to meet their enemy. Suddenly Gandalf appeared on the hilltop, brilliant in his white robes, with Éomer, the King's nephew, at his side. They and two thousand fresh troops charged down the hillside, the morning sun blinding the Uruk-hai, confusing them. The Uruk-hai were all slaughtered.
"I hear you had some other visitors today but you were sleeping," Vuranor said. "They said they would be back this afternoon. In fact, here comes one now!"
"Lirimaer! How do you feel?" Legolas asked, taking her hand. "I cannot believe you are here! I hardly recognized you with that black hair. How is Haldir?"
"He hasn't regained consciousness yet," she said, looking over at Haldir. His color had improved since when she first saw him. Then she smiled, looking a Legolas. "I forgot all about my hair! It was part of the disguise. I didn't want anyone to know who I was."
"Well it worked! You sure surprised the healer when he took off your armor and tunic and saw that you were a female!" laughed Vuranor. Lirimaer blushed, swatting at Vuranor, making him laugh harder.
Haldir let out a sigh. Lirimaer jumped, rolling over to face him. His eyes were trying to focus. He could see a face in front of him but couldn't make out the features. "Haldir!" He knew that voice. He reached out and wrapped his arm about her, pulling her to him, and fell back to sleep. Lirimaer caressed his cheek. "Rest my love."
"We will come back and check on you later," said Legolas, smiling, pulling Vuranor away with him.
~*~*~*~
Haldir awoke feeling parched. Soft light was coming through a window, it was late in the afternoon. There was someone lying in the bed with him, their face was buried against his chest. All he could make out was a head full of black hair. But there was something about the hair; its scent. He tried to sit up, intense pain shooting across his back. He felt pain in his arm and head as well. He let out a moan. The person next to him quickly sat up.
"Haldir!" It was Lirimaer!
"Lirimaer? How could this be?" Haldir asked. "What are you doing here? You are hurt!" he said, seeing the nasty slash and bruise running from her jaw to her hairline. He reached out and touched her hair. "What happened to your hair?"
Lirimaer laughed. "I am so happy you are awake. I have been so worried about you!" she said, tears coming to her eyes. She wrapped her arms around him, mindful of the wound on his back. "You must be starving. Let me call for someone."
"Just thirsty. But none of that matters right now," he said. "What are you doing here?"
Lirimaer grabbed a pitcher of water from next to the bed, pouring a glass, which he quickly drank. She told Haldir about her plan to come to battle with him, and how Elladan, Elrohir and Vuranor helped her train for battle. She told him about the hair stain that Vuranor had concocted, touching her hair and laughing. "I thought you were going to find out it was me the night we first arrived on the outskirts of Fangorn Forest, when I cried out in my sleep. That was me lying there next to Vuranor, pretending to sleep!" she said.
Haldir lightly touched the bruise on her face, gently caressing it. "Why did you do this? Why did you risk your life coming here? You could have been killed!" A look of distress was on Haldir's face.
"Do you recall when I first met you, I told you I had something important to discuss with Galadriel? It was about a reoccurring dream I had been having for a long time. In my dream, I saw a courageous warrior fighting creatures with white handprints on them, on top of a vast wall. I heard someone shouting 'am Marad!' Then the warrior got stabbed in the arm," she said, touching Haldir's arm where it had been wrapped with a bandage. "Another creature came from behind, slashing him in the back. That is why I had the red marks when I woke from the dream. I was feeling the warrior's pain. I didn't see the warrior's face for a long time, only his golden armor, his red cloak, and golden blonde hair," she said, smiling, running her hands through his hair, "and his blue eyes, his lifeless eyes." She bent forward and kissed him on the forehead over each eye. "It wasn't until we had almost reached Lórien and were attacked by the orcs that I realized my Dream Warrior was you."
Haldir couldn't believe what he was hearing. So much anguish Lirimaer had to endure, watching him die continually in her dream, and he had no idea about any of it. No wonder she cried out his name in her sleep, telling him not to die. For her to do all she had done to save his life, the training, the journey and finally the fighting, left him speechless. And to think she didn't even know the one in her dream when she started her journey!
Lirimaer looked into Haldir's eyes, seeing a puzzled look. "I did all this because I fell in love with the valiant elf in my dream: you. If you had died, I would have died as well. There would be no existence for me without you." She caressed his cheek, kissing him.
He reached out and pulled her to him, never wanting to let her go. How could he possibly be so lucky to have Lirimaer in his life? And to think he had once pushed her away was beyond belief. He would never let her go again! He kissed her tenderly, savoring the taste of her mouth. He hugged her tight, rolling onto his back with her pressed against his chest, forgetting about his wound. Incredible pain shot through him, almost making him loose consciousness.
Lirimaer quickly rolled him back onto his side. His face looked gray. "Are you alright? I'm so sorry!"
Haldir forced a smile through the pain. "It wasn't your fault, my love. I got carried away by the sweet taste of your lips. I guess I will have to behave myself for a while till I heal."
"I should say so! It is good to see you awake!" Legolas said. Aragorn, King Théoden, Gimli, Gandalf and a fair-haired woman followed him into the room.
King Théoden came and stood next to the bed. "I want to thank you for coming to our aid. We would not have lasted as long as we did without you and your troops. Regrettably we must part. We are off tonight to Isengard. You are welcome to stay here as long as you want." He turned and gestured toward the woman next to Gandalf. "My sister-daughter, Éowyn, will be here for another day to see to your needs before she must return to Edoras. I will leave instruction to have horses for you when you are ready to depart."
"Thank you for your generosity, King Théoden, Éowyn," Haldir said, looking weary.
"Some food and a basin with warm water would be wonderful," Lirimaer asked of Éowyn. "Haldir could use some nourishment for strength to heal." He was looking drained and in need of some rest.
"The next time you cleanse the wound, put some athelas in some hot water. It will speed the healing," said Aragorn. "We must all say our goodbyes now. Haldir and Lirimaer need to rest. Safe journey to you both back to Lothlórien. We will meet again."
"You take good care of Haldir, Lirimaer," said Gandalf, winking at her.
"I will be sure to come to Lórien when all this is over to visit with you both," said Legolas, "and I'll bring my travel companion and friend, Gimli, with me as well. Namárië, a'mellonea."
"Goodbye Lirimaer and Haldir. I do hope to meet you both again during better times," said Gimli.
~*~*~*~
Later that evening Éowyn returned with food and the water. Lirimaer was awake and Haldir was sleeping soundly on his stomach with his arm around her. Seeing the two lovers made Éowyn sad, thinking of Aragorn. He had only left a short time ago but already she missed him terribly. She fell for him when she first met him, even though he had another love in his life. "Hello, Lirimaer. Aragorn found some kingsfoil for you before he left. I've brought you some hot water and bandages as well."
"Thank you, Éowyn. You are too kind."
Éowyn set the basin on a table next to the bed and added the athelas to the hot water. Instantly the air was filled with its soothing, sweet aroma. She handed Lirimaer a cloth, which she placed in the water. She pulled the blanket off Haldir, exposing his back. She carefully removed the bandages and looked at the wound. Lirimaer gasped. The wound ran from his right shoulder down to the middle of his back and was very deep. Tears welled up in Lirimaer's eyes. "If only I could have helped him sooner," she said.
"He is strong," said Éowyn. "He will pull through. See, it is already healing rapidly. Elves are truly amazing at how swiftly you recover. Besides from what I have heard, you did so much to save him. You are very courageous."
Lirimaer wrung out the cloth and gently placed it over the wound, making Haldir jump in his sleep. She removed the bandage from his arm and washed it with the athelas water as well.
Éowyn placed a cloth dipped in the water against the side of Lirimaer's face. "I think you could use it too. Why don't you take in some food and rest. I will bandage Haldir."
Lirimaer brushed a piece of hair away from Haldir's face. He looked peaceful in his slumber. She was feeling ravenous and fatigued. She nibbled on a piece of bread and lay back down, watching Éowyn finish cleaning Haldir's back and put on fresh bandages. "Thank you again, Éowyn." She fell to sleep almost immediately.
~*~*~*~
Namárië, a'mellonea - Farewell, my friends
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