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b2mem2019-03-27 09:50 am
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GRUDGES RUN DEEP by Erulisse (one L)
B2MeM Prompt, Card and Number:N32: Blond (32-Yellow), Betrayal (51-Darkness, Darkness), D/s (136-NSFW & Kink - Unclaimed)
Format: Ficlet
Genre: Gen
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Characters: Celeborn, Galadriel, Haldir, references to Thranduil and Oropher
Pairings:Thranduil, Haldir
Creator’s Notes (optional):I told you things would continue even after their final night together, if the prompts came through. The prompts called, and I answered, even though the two lovers are now separated by many miles.
Summary: Haldir reports to Celeborn and Galadriel. They are interested in very different things, but each revolves around the lover he had to leave behind.
GRUDGES RUN DEEP
A few days after Haldir had arrived back in Lothlórien, he was summoned to report to Lord Celeborn. The Lord wanted information about the current state of King Thranduil's kingdom as well as his opinions on the lands he had passed through.
"Are they ready for war if it comes to them"? Celeborn asked, his hands clasped behind his back. He was viewing the hillocks of the Golden City from the height of his flet. "In your opinion, would Thranduil come and join us in battle, or would he betray us the way his father did at the Black Gates?"
"My Lord, I must object. Oropher did not betray…"
"SILENCE!" Celeborn ordered as he turned to face his subordinate. "Although Oropher may not have felt he was betraying us, his lack of patience and inability to work with the rest of the Armies of the West, doomed too many to death. Including, I might point out, more than half of his own warriors and, ultimately, himself. So, I ask again. Is Thranduil as impulsive?"
Haldir answered carefully. "No, my Lord. Thranduil is steady, calculating, patient, and goal oriented. I do not think he would fall into the same behaviors as his father. In fact, in some ways, his personality might be too opposite from Oropher's."
"Hmmm," Celeborn grumbled. He gazed fiercely at Haldir. "What helps you determine this definition of Thranduil's possible actions?"
Haldir fumbled his thoughts for a moment, a quick memory of blond hair and a familiar voice ordering him to kneel ran through his mind. 'Concentrate!' he heard in a beloved voice. 'Focus.'
"My Lord, Celeborn, I have known the King of the Greenwood now for many long years and have been your messenger and an ambassador between our two realms for almost as long. I have witnessed him deal with incursions from many enemies including spiders, wargs, orcs and goblins. He has also met with a variety of representatives and ambassadors from many lands; not only from Lothlórien, but also from the Dwarves of Erebor, and the Necromancer. He listens to appeals and proposals carefully and thoughtfully, but always keeps the wellbeing of his own people foremost in his thoughts.
"I believe if war came to him, he would fight - fiercely and without mercy. I also think if asked to join in a war in another land, he would consider it, but I am not sure he would participate. His primary focus is always his people and his land."
Celeborn stood unmoving for several long minutes, then nodded and turned away once more. "Return to your duties, Marchwarden. I must consider how best to proceed."
Haldir bowed and left the top level of the flet. As he was walking down the ramp toward the ground, a soft voice stopped him.
"Marchwarden," Galadriel said. "Walk down with me. We can speak for a few moments before you return to the border."
She continued as they walked. "You are torn. Your mind was angles and sharp glass when you left, and it has been put back at ease once more, but you left something behind you in the trees of the Mirkwood."
Haldir stopped and looked at the Lady for a long moment. "Lady, you are perceptive. I have left a part of me behind in the caverns of the Greenwood, but my home is here, in the golden mallorn trees. I'm unsure if the two parts of me will ever be joined again, and if so, for how long."
Galadriel looked at him deeply and for a long moment. She nodded, then resumed speaking. "When our parts in this have been played, and I have left these lands behind me through death or by sailing West, I urge you to follow your greatest desire." She waved a hand at the flowering trees surrounding them. "When I am gone, all of this will begin to fade. It would please me greatly if your love stayed strong, even though all around it declines." She smiled a bittersweet expression on her face, then turned away and left him alone with his thoughts.
Two nights later, after a joyful reunion with his brothers and the other border guards, he stood atop his flet and looked upward. There Isil stood shining in the sky. Unknown to him and many leagues away, the elf who held his heart mirrored his gaze.
Format: Ficlet
Genre: Gen
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Characters: Celeborn, Galadriel, Haldir, references to Thranduil and Oropher
Pairings:Thranduil, Haldir
Creator’s Notes (optional):I told you things would continue even after their final night together, if the prompts came through. The prompts called, and I answered, even though the two lovers are now separated by many miles.
Summary: Haldir reports to Celeborn and Galadriel. They are interested in very different things, but each revolves around the lover he had to leave behind.
GRUDGES RUN DEEP
A few days after Haldir had arrived back in Lothlórien, he was summoned to report to Lord Celeborn. The Lord wanted information about the current state of King Thranduil's kingdom as well as his opinions on the lands he had passed through.
"Are they ready for war if it comes to them"? Celeborn asked, his hands clasped behind his back. He was viewing the hillocks of the Golden City from the height of his flet. "In your opinion, would Thranduil come and join us in battle, or would he betray us the way his father did at the Black Gates?"
"My Lord, I must object. Oropher did not betray…"
"SILENCE!" Celeborn ordered as he turned to face his subordinate. "Although Oropher may not have felt he was betraying us, his lack of patience and inability to work with the rest of the Armies of the West, doomed too many to death. Including, I might point out, more than half of his own warriors and, ultimately, himself. So, I ask again. Is Thranduil as impulsive?"
Haldir answered carefully. "No, my Lord. Thranduil is steady, calculating, patient, and goal oriented. I do not think he would fall into the same behaviors as his father. In fact, in some ways, his personality might be too opposite from Oropher's."
"Hmmm," Celeborn grumbled. He gazed fiercely at Haldir. "What helps you determine this definition of Thranduil's possible actions?"
Haldir fumbled his thoughts for a moment, a quick memory of blond hair and a familiar voice ordering him to kneel ran through his mind. 'Concentrate!' he heard in a beloved voice. 'Focus.'
"My Lord, Celeborn, I have known the King of the Greenwood now for many long years and have been your messenger and an ambassador between our two realms for almost as long. I have witnessed him deal with incursions from many enemies including spiders, wargs, orcs and goblins. He has also met with a variety of representatives and ambassadors from many lands; not only from Lothlórien, but also from the Dwarves of Erebor, and the Necromancer. He listens to appeals and proposals carefully and thoughtfully, but always keeps the wellbeing of his own people foremost in his thoughts.
"I believe if war came to him, he would fight - fiercely and without mercy. I also think if asked to join in a war in another land, he would consider it, but I am not sure he would participate. His primary focus is always his people and his land."
Celeborn stood unmoving for several long minutes, then nodded and turned away once more. "Return to your duties, Marchwarden. I must consider how best to proceed."
Haldir bowed and left the top level of the flet. As he was walking down the ramp toward the ground, a soft voice stopped him.
"Marchwarden," Galadriel said. "Walk down with me. We can speak for a few moments before you return to the border."
She continued as they walked. "You are torn. Your mind was angles and sharp glass when you left, and it has been put back at ease once more, but you left something behind you in the trees of the Mirkwood."
Haldir stopped and looked at the Lady for a long moment. "Lady, you are perceptive. I have left a part of me behind in the caverns of the Greenwood, but my home is here, in the golden mallorn trees. I'm unsure if the two parts of me will ever be joined again, and if so, for how long."
Galadriel looked at him deeply and for a long moment. She nodded, then resumed speaking. "When our parts in this have been played, and I have left these lands behind me through death or by sailing West, I urge you to follow your greatest desire." She waved a hand at the flowering trees surrounding them. "When I am gone, all of this will begin to fade. It would please me greatly if your love stayed strong, even though all around it declines." She smiled a bittersweet expression on her face, then turned away and left him alone with his thoughts.
Two nights later, after a joyful reunion with his brothers and the other border guards, he stood atop his flet and looked upward. There Isil stood shining in the sky. Unknown to him and many leagues away, the elf who held his heart mirrored his gaze.