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Scarred Fate	By : Massanie Category: +Third Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2051 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CHAPTER 49: Waverer

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'Thoughts'; ~visions~; **mind speech**; -l-Letters-l-

Night had fallen on Imladris and the Last Homely House gleamed in the silver light of dozens of small lanterns, a radiant beacon surrounded by the darkness veiled woods. Soft singing filled the air, entwining with the gentle rustle of the trees and the distant rushing of the waterfalls. 'A calming mixture of noises', Lindir thought as he lay curled up beneath the rose bushes, looking up at the stars blinking through the blackened leaves.

Nothing, it seemed could stop the course of the Imladrian nights, only the nature of the songs.

It had been a week now, a terrible long week since Haldir had taken his leave together with his brothers and Lindir felt more hopeless with each passing hour, the worry for the black haired advisor and the silver haired marchwarden keeping him far from Lóriën's garden. Somehow the whole situation had seemed much more conquerable with Haldir around.

He missed the serious marchwarden.

Soft footsteps invaded his wandering mind, and the white haired minstrel looked out from his not so secret hideout only to gaze at a pair of sparkling eyes. Sighing deeply, Lindir gathered his clothing and scrambled out from under the thick rose bushes – of white roses, as he remembered Haldir's advise very well. Valar, this was so undignified.

Finally coming to a halt in front of the beautiful elleth, he grudgingly raised his eyes to glare at her. "Lady Arwen, to what do I owe the honour?"

"Oh, Lindir!" the youngest member of the peredhil family chuckled, "What are you doing out there all the time?"

Having the grace to blush at his unseemly behaviour, Lindir dropped his gaze, not knowing what to answer.

"If you weren't so intent on hiding, you would have been informed at least two hours ago, that Erestor has been found and is safely on his way to king Thranduil's halls."

"They found him?" The minstrel blurted out, shocked into utter and complete confusion, his heart missing a beat before returning back to work with newfound and somewhat gleeful zeal. Bolting forward, he threw his arms around the dark haired lady in a fierce hug. "When, how? What happened? Is he well?"

Pulling back again, he caught Arwen's amused expression. "Father contacted grandmother two hours ago. Apparently they freed him only this very evening. They didn't talk for long and all I know is that he lives and is now being brought to Thranduil's court; which is a good sign, as it means that no one is injured too severely for travelling."

Chuckling in joy, Lindir performed a jaunty turn around himself "Oh I simply love you for being the bearer of such wonderful tidings! Now everything's going to be alright if only ..." he stopped in between his movements. 'If only Haldir would be safely back' he wanted to continue. Was it really like that? Had the marchwarden become the most important person in his life next to Erestor during the few days that he knew him? How was that possible?

"If only what, Lindir?" Arwen inquired, smiling gently, very aware of the minstrel's affection.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, Lindir gazed out into the darkness. "If only our soldiers were back and Imladris safe."

Arwen shook her head, sending her black locks swinging. "I see."

So Lindir was not yet ready to accept his newfound love, was he?

"Do you by any chance mean a particular soldier?"

She could see Lindir freezing at her words. "I am just concerned for them." He answered elusively.

"For who?"

"For them."

"For Haldir?"

Silence. Then after a moment "For him, too."

"He is going to be back in a few days, you know? The eagles tell us that the army of Hillmen has almost been wiped out by the Orcs that Mithrandir spoke about. The remaining Orcs are too few to pass Nenya's defences. The armies were well matched.

And grandmother calls her marchwardens back now as it won't take long until my father returns and she will leave again."

Lindir swallowed. Haldir was coming back only to leave right away? "That is good to know." He murmured, somewhat dazed.

Why hadn't he thought of that?

A gentle hand squeezed his shoulder comfortingly. "Use your time wisely, Lindir. Waverers ever run the risk of having life pass them by."

With that she turned and without glancing back she strolled away through the rose gardens, leaving the young minstrel behind with a pensive face.

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elleth ~ female elf
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