To Tie The Knot | By : Liliana Category: -Multi-Age > Het - Male/Female Views: 2798 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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CHAPTER TWO:
" Of all the persistent, thickheaded, annoying, disrespectful, stubborn..."
Haldir stopped in the middle of his diatribe, turning his eyes to the form seated in his office.
Rumil stared back at his older brother with an enigmatic smile.
" Well, she is one of the best archers in Lorien..."
" Just because she can shoot at a target, does not mean that she is qualified to be a guardian." Haldir groused.
" Well, she has bested me in hand-to-hand combat..."
" Sparring in no way compares to real battle situations." Haldir grumbled
" Well, she can maneuver through the forest just as silently as Orophin..."
" Why in Mordor are you in my office." Haldir growled.
" You sent for me."
The Marchwarden gave his unperturbed younger sibling a black look.
" Aye, because I thought that you, of all elves, would understand why I cannot allow her to join the guard!."
" Oh, believe me brother, I understand perfectly. The question is... do you?."
" What is that supposed to mean?." Haldir's eyes narrowed.
" Only that all this grumbling and growling is just a way for you to cover up the fact that you..."
" Get out!!."
Rumil did so, his mouth twitching with surpressed mirth. For all his quick-thinking as a warrior, his brother could be as stubborn as a dwarf when it came to his own feelings.
Haldir sat back down behind his desk, just as the door to his office closed behind what sounded, suspiciously, like chortling. The Marchwarden dropped his head into his hands as he thought about the blasted female who was the blight of his existence...
The auburn-haired, blue-eyed little girl had been welcomed with loving compassion by all in the city of Caras Galadon. But especially by the Lady of Light who, Haldir was appalled to see, suddently turned into a cooing ' Mother-Hen' at the mere sight of the filthy raggamuffin. As Galadriel ushered the foundling inside her's and Lord Celeborn's personal quarters, the pint-sized hoyden had looked back at the Marchwarden and stuck out her tongue, before giving him a saucy parting wink.
His fervent hope that the child would be turned over into the loving care of a human family, preferably in the farthest reaches of Harad, was dashed when it was found that the other half of her ' Half-breed' was elven.
Needless to say, his life had gone straight downhill from there...
Galadriel had named the child Annaien, which meant ' Gifted Maiden' in the elven tongue. Haldir had snorted upon hearing that, telling a grinning Orophin and Rumil that the only gift the little hellcat possessed was her unequaled talent for trouble-making. And he could vouch for that, being the one she most often gifted with said talent.
There was the time she dumped a pile of burs inside his favorite pair of boots.
Then the time she somehow managed to put indigo dye in a bottle of his favorite hair soap.
And the time she glued his favorite knife to his favorite sheath.
Not to mention the time she absconded with his towel and clothing as he soaked in his favorite bathing pool, leaving him to walk back to the barracks with naught but his hands, strategically placed, for modesty.
Many more such pranks he endured at the hands of that little orc. But then she went and commited the worst one of all. One day, out of the blue, she...she...
She grew up.
Into a beautiful female.
And his existence became a living hell.
Because suddently, she decided that she wanted to be a Guardian of the Golden Wood. He had denied her initial request, appalled that she would want such a dangerous occupation, one where she could be hurt, or worse, killed. Though he would have gladly tickled a Balrog, rather than admit to any worry over her. She had responded to his denial of her request by starting a strict training regiment, aided by Rumil and Orophin's expert tutelage. And eventually she become so skilled, that he truly no longer had any grounds for his continued refusal to allow her to join.
Not that he was letting that stop him.
Just thinking about it all made him...uncomfortable. Haldir suddently felt the need to leave his office and decided that having a solitary lunch in his talan would be a welcomed break. So he headed back home and found, upon entering, that a plate of his favorite sweets had been left on the table. Thinking it to be a gift from Orophin's mate, who often left such things for Rumil and himself to enjoy, Haldir proceeded to do just that. As he savored the treats, he found himself growing tired and so decided that, since he had some time before he was due to meet his brothers for training, it would do him no harm to go and take a little nap..
TBC...
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