New Life | By : Tathiela Category: -Multi-Age > Het - Male/Female Views: 4720 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Chapter 10
“Move that thing!” Haldir commanded as his eyes took in the scene in which Lorelie had been found.
Quickly several Elves came forward, and lifted the dead Uruk from the ground. Haldir did not see them haul it away to be thrown alongside the others atop a large pile of dead Uruk-hia. His eyes focused on, and remained on Lorelie, searching her for any indication of serious injury.
Finding only a gash in her forehead, that blood still oozed out of he placed an arm under her neck, and one under her legs and lifted her gently from the ground. Haldir strode swiftly through the field toward the border of Lothlorien.
He couldn’t help but stare down at the still, pale face in his arms. All the emotion he’d suppressed during the battle, and afterwards in the search for Lorelie now surged out as he felt his eyes mist over with tears.
He shrugged his shoulders at the idea that an emotional outburst from him only entailed a pair of misty eyes, and continued on. He did love her, the night and early morning happenings had proved as much.
He tried to deny it, to her, and mostly to himself but that could be no more. His heart swelled with love for her, seemed about to burst even. The question in the forefront of his mind now was should he tell her?
Then with a sickening feeling he amended his question to include ‘should she waken’.
Haldir reached the border in minutes, and then called up to the few silent sentinels he knew remained behind high above in the trees. One he knew to be a close friend of his brothers dropped silently from the tree, all the grace of the Elves in his movements.
“Haldir,” The warden began worriedly, placing his hand over his heart as a show of respect.
“Rumil, and all the others are fine. I shall require your assistance in getting Lorelie safely up the ladder to the flet.” Haldir answered.
“Of course, shall I pass her up to you then?” The warden asked, eyeing the woman in his arms.
“No, merely climb up behind us. If she should appear to be slipping from my shoulder stop her.”
With that said Haldir lifted Lorelie from his arms, to drape her over one shoulder. Touching a knot in the tree, a rope suddenly fell from high above. Once the rope was deemed secure, and safe the two began to ascend.
Nearly halfway up the rope the warden below stopped, and tapped Haldir on the leg.
“She is stirring Haldir.”
Suddenly a scream broke the silence of the forest. Both Elves’ first instinct was to cover their ears however they knew to do so meant they would be forced to release the ladder, and the fall would not be pleasant.
Both winced in pain, and Haldir quickened his ascent. Lorelie struggled, and thrashed about in his grasp, frantic to escape.
“Lorelie!” Haldir commanded her attention with a growl, irritated to have been kicked in the stomach for the second time in the space of but a moment.
“The Uruk’s are dead, cease your struggling!” Immediately she stilled on his shoulder, sucking in breath, a mix between a gasp, and sob releasing itself from her throat.
“Haldir?” She whispered.
“Aye, it is I Lorelie. Hold still a moment longer. We have nearly reached the flet.”
He reassured, and calmed her with his voice, a smile on his lips, truly relieved to have found her well.
“Haldir…” She began, her voice still no louder than a whisper.
“The village… Rana.” Her voice choked with emotion.
“What happened? Where is she?” Haldir flinched.
“Please Lorelie, not now. Once we’ve reached the flet.” He pleaded with her, not wishing her to become hysterical in the air once more.
“No Hal,” She growled, grasping a fist full of the back of his tunic in her hand, she resumed her struggling once more.
“If anything’s happened to her I would wish for you to drop me right this moment!”
Haldir sighed, rolling his eyes at females, and their penchant for drama and tightened his grip on her struggling form.
“Have you nothing or no one else in life to live for Lorelie?” He asked, hurt evident in his voice.
Finally they reached the top where the flet rested elegantly atop the branches completely invisible to any that stood below. Haldir set Lorelie on the edge of the flet, gave her a look that told her she was not to move and turned to the Elf below him.
“Leave your post for now, go assist the others down by the village.”
The warden nodded, and began to descend the tree, jumping gracefully from the rope to a branch nearby then swiftly from branch to branch until he dropped to the forest floor.
Turning back to Lorelie his eyes found her form in a dark corner, back to a branch with her face buried in her hands. With a sigh he pulled himself up fully into the flet.
Slowly he approached her, kneeling silently before her. He pulled her hands gently away from her face, and took one into his hand, placing his other on top of hers. She glanced fleetingly up at him, eyes full of unshed tears.
“Lorelie, I’m going to be completely honest with you regarding your village. You are a child no longer, and to treat you as one would only do you more harm. Before I tell you however, I will make it perfectly plain to you, I will not allow you to harm yourself in any way.” She looked up, allowing tears to fall, and nodded her silent acquiescence.
“There were few survivors Lorelie. Most of the village was burned, your home included. Rana was not among the survivors I set eyes upon, though I will admit in my frantic search for you I may have overlooked or missed her. Forgive me.”
Lorelie lowered her gaze from Haldir’s and began to sob, her shoulders shuddering violently. Haldir pulled gently on her hand in his, opening his arms when she was near enough to wrap them firmly around her shaking form. He whispered comforting words near her ear, promising to go down once more to search for Rana soon.
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