For the Love of a Maia

For the Love of a Maia
Chapter 1: Prologue - In Alqualondë
by Sienna Dawn

Pairing: Haldir/OFC Heterosexual
Rating: NC17 for sexuality

Summary: The Valar send Haldir to Arda in order to bring a stranded Maia back to Valinor. When he arrives, the possibility of civil war looms large. Will the Maia forsake Middle Earth and return to Valinor? A period romance set against the backdrop of Norman England.

Disclaimer: Based on characters from The Silmarillion and the Lord of the Rings, by JRR Tolkien, (used here without permission), as well as historical events which occurred in York, England, 1173-1175 AD, during the reign of Henry II. Copyright remains with JRR Tolkien. For entertainment purposes only. No profit is being made from this work. All original characters are the creation of Sienna Dawn.

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Prologue - In Alqualondë...

...Several Thousand Years After the End of the Third Age, in Valinor...

It was a windy morning in Alqualondë when Haldir finally decided. While he had prepared his steed, a strong black stallion named Sardcalad, his brothers' complaints echoed loud and strident in the Guildloft where their steeds were kept.

Rumil's voice was the loudest of the two but it was Orophin who watched Haldir's determined expression with a quiet and worried frown.

"Haldir! Are you mad?" Rumil's voice carried throughout the empty loft. All of the Guild Rangers had left earlier in the day, each one to their assigned duties. All, that is, save the three blonde Galadhrim who now stood arguing amongst themselves. All three knew Haldir had the day off from duties but the other two did not and already they were tardy. Yet, the promise of swift and severe loss of privileges could not match the fear they both felt when Haldir's plan to rescue Elyen was made known to them.

"She is a Maia, Haldir. You cannot interfere in the work of the Valar!" Rumil exclaimed, Orophin still silent.

But Haldir did not respond and continued to tack up the horse. When he was done, he turned from Sardcalad and glared at his younger brother.

"I have the right of the Quendi to approach the Valar," his eyes boring so coldly into Rumil's eyes that the other looked away.

It was then that Orophin spoke up, "She has been gone for ages uncounted. You must learn to live without her and find a suitable elleth to wed." Orophin watched Haldir's back stiffen slightly and then he raised his eyes to meet Rumil's worried gaze. "Beside," Orophin added more gently, "She may never be granted leave to depart Middle Earth. Have you thought of that?"

But Haldir snorted and remained silent, jumping gracefully onto Sardcalad's back before glancing down at his brothers.

"I will say this much, if it were you stranded on Middle Earth, and I had the power to return for you, would you gainsay it?" His silver eyes jumped from one anxious face to the other. Neither had an answer.

Haldir sighed and guided Sardcalad gently, "I thought as much."

Without a further word, he had galloped away from the Guildloft and in hours had left Alqualondë behind him, the impossibly tall spires of the Pelori beginning to loom before him. Soon, the Taniquetil, the dwelling of Manwë and his spouse, Varda, came into view.

Haldir slowed Sardcalad down and the great steed snorted, knowing well they both stood on hallowed ground. The massive power and light of the Valar were evident upon the spires of the Pelori Mountains, dancing pinpricks of golden and silver rays clearly visible in the late morning light. The spire itself rose from deep beneath the ocean waters, sitting regally beneath the azure sky, lacy clouds encircling the tallest peaks. The tallest of all the spires was covered in snow and the sun's light cast a golden sheen upon the peaks.

Haldir urged his steed as close as he could to the water's edge and looked at the base of the mountain. The ground and the water seemed nearly level with one another, but curiously, it seemed as if both knew to keep to an invisible boundary that neither element was able to cross. Slowly, Haldir dismounted Sardcalad.

"Ooo," he soothed the animal, "Sidh, mellon nîn, sidh." He absent-mindedly stroked the animal's neck, observing the cool water that surrounded the tall spire. He knew that Manwë's Mansion was deep inside the mountain, in the highest of all peaks where the snows fell, in a place called Oiolossë. He looked at the water again, still stroking his steed's mane and then turned around, at the sound of his name.

Frowning, Haldir saw a shimmering figure take shape out of nothingness. His long years of training and fighting taught him to judge nothing at face value. And noting how peaceful Sardcalad remained, he judged the presence to be beneficial. His silver eyes narrowed, he waited silently, by the edge of the cool waters, the Taniquetil behind him.

"Haldir, son of Nolwë." The voice seemed to drift from the wind itself and Haldir strained his eyes, coming round to face the shimmering figure. He could neither see a head or a body, but instead the suggestion of a shape which could either be Quende or Atani. He was not sure which, but given the fact that he was within a few short leagues of Manwë's Mansion he believed this presence might be Manwë's herald, Eonwë, one of the greatest of the Maiar.

While Haldir watched and waited, the figure finally formed and approached Haldir. As Haldir suspected, it was Eonwë who came toward him. A being of great stature, seeming Elven-like, but clothed in golden chainmail, a great broadsword at his side. His hair was golden as was his beard and his eyes were the color blue. Ageless and timeless, Haldir knew this mighty being commanded the forces of the Valar.

Eonwë halted before Haldir and smiled, "It is not a thing we see often, one of the Eldar come to visit the Lords of the West."

Haldir bowed and dropped to one knee, "I serve the will of the Valar, Mighty One." He kept his head bowed in deference until he heard Eonwë speak. Then, he raised his silver eyes and was rewarded with a kind and almost affectionate blue gaze from the Maia Lord.

"You have come to plead for one who is not of your kind." Eonwë's forehead furrowed in a small frown. "How is this?"

Haldir lowered his blonde head once more and then replied, "Mighty One, I come to beg the grace of the Valar to be granted leave to sail from Valinor to the bent world."

Eonwë watched the Elf in silence. He was familiar with Haldir of Lorien and his deeds and was not so amazed by the boldness he had shown this day. Whispers of a love between this Elf and Elyen, the Maia, had long been heard in the glittering halls of Oiolossë. He knew what the Elf wanted.

"Why do you desire this grace? Know you not the cycles of the bent world continue to pass unceasingly? The world you once knew exists no more. The time of the Elves has long gone. What could you do there?" Eonwë spoke softly, testing the heart of this Elf.

At the words spoken by Eonwë, Haldir raised his eyes once more, still kneeling, "I would bring back Elyen the Maia, for long has she dwelled in Arda and no ships are there now to bear her hence." Haldir hoped he had kept the pleading out of his voice, for he knew that with this Maia emotional outbursts would get nowhere.

Eonwë walked closer to Sardcalad and motioned for Haldir to rise. The tall Maia stroked the steed's mane and smiled into the animal's eyes. "It is an honor to meet you, Sardcalad."

The black steed snorted and tossed its head as if in response. Eonwë turned to Haldir. "Are you so sure she has completed her task there?" Eonwë's voice was soft but Haldir understood the veiled message.

"I do not know if her task is done or not, that is known only to the Great Ones," Haldir began, holding Eonwë's bright gaze without fear. "But I will abide by her side until her task is done and bear her hence when that is so."

Eonwë pondered Haldir's words for a moment, still scratching Sardcalad's mane, his eyes for a moment flying to the spires of Taniquetil, as if listening to something. Yet, a moment passed and Eonwë turned his glittering gaze upon Haldir. The Elf sensed something had changed, a decision had been made. He waited, standing beside the great Maia.

"If you can bear to withstand the world of Men, as it is now, and see Elyen's task through to its completion, then will the Lords of the West grant you the grace you seek." Eonwë looked kindly upon Haldir. "Against many terrors have you been tested, Haldir o' Lorien, but there are some that you do not yet know. You will be tested," Eonwë promised Haldir, "and tested harshly, for the hearts of Men are not in accord with those of the Eldar and beat a different rhythm from yours. You must adhere to Elyen's counsel, for she is wise and knowledgeable in the affairs and ways of Men and their nations." Eonwë fixed Haldir with a candid stare.

Feeling the weight of the Maia's glance and happy that his request would be granted, Haldir dropped again to one knee. "I shall honor you and the Valar in all things." He replied quietly, his blonde hair glinting in the bright sun and falling toward his face.

"It is not the Valar nor the Maiar that you should seek to honor, but your deeds and words." Eonwë responded instantly. "Will you be able to abide by what you have heard?"

Haldir nodded, "Yes, I will, with all my heart."

Eonwë frowned again, "No matter how your heart speaks to you, Haldir, you must follow Elyen's counsel and rise not against her advice."

Haldir nodded but said nothing.

Eonwë spoke again, watching Haldir carefully, "Come, son of Nolwë," Eonwë walked toward Haldir and saw him rise. "You ask for an honorable thing, for it is as you say, Elyen has spent much time in Arda and weary does her spirit grows. Yet, no ships are there to bring her home to Valinor, but this was a risk she accepted long ago. What if she will not leave Arda? What then?"

Haldir had not considered this possibility. Surely, Elyen had grown tired of the world, or would someday? And then, would she not desire to sail to the Straight Road and pass to the West? Without a ship made by Elven hands she would not be able to do so. This was the risk of which Eonwë had spoken. But what if, as Eonwë had just said, Elyen would not leave Arda? Haldir asked his heart and mind and their answer was as one.

"Then I shall forsake Valinor and remain with her until the ages of the World are spent." Haldir's silver eyes found and held Eonwë's clear blue gaze.

The Maia Lord smiled and nodded. "You have spoken bravely. Varda foresaw your words. It shall be as you desire, Haldir."

Haldir watched the Maia Lord, stunned for once into silence. Varda had foreseen this? He shook his head slightly and shifted his gaze away from Eonwë to Taniquetil and in his heart he spoke a silent prayer of thanks and gratitude. But, suddenly a thought came to him and he frowned, turning to Eonwë who was also watching Taniquetil as if in silent commune with it.

"But, Lord, how shall I find her?"

Eonwë smiled and turned to Haldir. "Ulmo shall set Ossë to guide your vessel upon the waterways and rivers of Arda. Once you have entered the bent world, which Men now call Earth, then he will take you within leagues of Elyen. She resides in a place men call York. You shall sail upon the very river that will take you to this Vale and there you can search for her."

Eonwë turned to Sardcalad once more and smiled, but he glanced at Haldir when the Elf spoke.

"My Lord," Haldir began perplexed, "How am I to find her? What is she called?"

Eonwë smiled and scratched behind Sardcalad's ear, "She is known as Elyen of York. And," he added as an afterthought, "you would do well to make discreet inquiries about her."

Haldir frowned and was about to ask why, when he saw the Maia Lord turn to Taniquetil once more. He realized either Manwë or Varda was speaking to him. Haldir saw the Maia Lord nod nearly imperceptibly and then turn to him.

"Make your way back to Alqualondë, say nothing of this save to your brothers for they deserve to know the truth, but bind them to an oath of silence. Do not use a swan ship, Haldir, for that will raise many questions in the places you are going. Instead you shall be given a simple ship with unmarked sails. It will be small enough for you to sail alone. Leave as soon as you can. I will make all arrangements with your Commanders of the Guild you now serve. There will be no difficulties there." Eonwë turned from Sardcalad.

"Go as soon as you are able. Take nothing with you, save your Galadhrim bow and any other weapons you normally wield, but wear no armor or chainmail. Go as you are now and when you reach Arda do not let men see what you are, for Elves are now counted in the same guise as are goblins and dragons."

Haldir grimaced and winced at Eonwë's last words, for the thought that the Eldar would be grouped together with the likes of goblins and other monsters was a dreadful wound to his pride. Yet, he understood what Eonwë meant and more so at the words that came next.

"The world of Men teeters in the balance of a possible civil war in the realm where Elyen now resides. She has chosen that place because of that reason. Travel upon that land is fraught with danger and strangers are seen with great suspicion. Use all of your skills and instincts as a warrior, Haldir, for they will be much needed. Once you break for shore, hide the boat and travel within the woods. When you reach a city that is gated on all four sides, know you shall have come to the city of York. There is war upon that land, so travel swiftly and quietly. Make no friends and say naught to anyone of your mission there. Your gift for Westron shall be sorely tested, but it will come back to you."

Haldir nodded and saluted the Maia Lord by bowing and placing his fisted hand over his heart.

Eonwë raised his hand over Haldir's bowed head and said, "No one before you has pleaded for the life of a Maia, save perhaps Frodo of the Shire. Go now, son of Nolwë," Eonwë gave Haldir a stern but kind look, "May the blessings of the Valar and all good people go with you, Haldir of Lorien, son of Nolwë."

Turning the great Sardcalad around, Haldir mounted the steed and galloped back to Alqualondë. As he rode he thought of Elyen...

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Haldir had long loved Elyen Variëntari, although he had never told her in words. They met one Autumn night, when she had walked alone into the Golden Woods south of Caras Galadhon. His wardens had intercepted her and had brought her to him. Although they knew of her by reputation, none of the Galadhrim had met the Maia until that day and Haldir had been intrigued by the quiet and wise aura she cast about her. So similar and yet so different from the Lady Galadriel. Yet, he came to learn that, like Galadriel, Elyen was courageous, intelligent but also tender and warm-hearted. Inexplicably, he had felt drawn to her and even more astounding she seemed to have been drawn to him.

Haldir learned that Elyen served Vairë, who is the weaver of the tales and histories of the races of Arda, and is the spouse of Mandos. Under Vairë's tutelage, Elyen developed the skill of understanding history and its impact on future generations, of the importance of the delicate balance of power between nations, of alliances and treaties, and how these were to shape the world to come. Elyen had accompanied Mithrandir to Middle Earth early in the beginning of the Third Age. Her task was to counsel those who had the power and vision to keep the world of Men from falling into a black pit of ignorance and injustice. But long before her task on Arda was begun, Elyen would often travel about Middle Earth, favoring the elven realms of Imladris, Mithlond and Lothlorien, but also residing in the cities of men, such as Edoras, Aldburg, Minas Tirith and many of the human settlements of Eriador. But, while Mithrandir's role in the War of the Ring was well known, Elyen's own mission in the world was not to begin until the age of the Elves had closed.

It was to Lothlorien that she most often came, the place where her spirit was nourished best, where her heart dwelled. Always did she send word ahead of her arrival, and then Haldir met her at the borders. From there, he would personally escort her to Caras Galadhon, where she would discourse with Celeborn and Galadriel for hours on end.

But when she was free, then she sought Haldir out. Sometimes they would take long walks, following lilac covered trails to glittering waterfalls, or lichen-lined caves, or simply sit in contented silence gazing at the sky, while Elyen counted off and pointed out all of the great constellations and star clusters that Varda, Star Kindler, had placed in the heavens. Haldir, grateful for the lessons, listened quietly, for he realized this information made him a better leader and tracker.

And so, their friendship had grown and they had nurtured it amidst the growing shadow of war and death. During her trips to Lothlorien, and the many hours spent together, they shared pieces of their lives one with the other, discussing the events of Middle Earth, exchanging ideas and opinions. Haldir shared with Elyen many things of his personal life he had never told anyone before and he knew she too had offered many of her intimate and private thoughts with him. Thus they had formed a deep bond. And so, when Elyen had told him she was to remain behind on Middle Earth, he had accepted the inevitable graciously but with a sinking heart. He had not told her he would wait for her, for he had not known her heart. Yet, he knew instinctively that she realized he was somehow connected to her and no other elleth would do for him. Never had they been physically intimate, but that was not for lack of desire on his part, nor he thought on hers, but on the troubled times in which their love had grown.

Elyen had not been in Mithlond to bid him farewell on the bright Spring day he and his brothers sailed for Valinor. Nor did she have to. He had known her heart was with him on that day. And when the light of the Straight Road had opened before their ship and the harbours of Alqualondë had come into view, Haldir had hoped she would soon follow. Throughout the long ages that were to come, Haldir waited for the day a ship would sail into the harbours of Alqualondë, hoping that on that day he would spot the long raven tresses of Elyen. But time passed and never did she come.

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It seemed like only moments had passed when Haldir had stood before the presence of Eonwë, but by nightfall the fleet Sardcalad had brought him back to Alqualondë.

The atmosphere inside the little lodge Haldir shared with Rumil and Orophin was thick with anger. The brothers had argued for several hours, while Haldir cleaned his Noldorin knives, his great mithril sword, checked and rechecked his bow, arrows and quiver. He selected his best cloak, made of a green and grey color which had been woven so as to blend into its environment. With it Haldir could be rendered invisible. His leggings were of a deep green color, the tunic a soft silver grey, his belt and boots a dark charcoal color. Haldir had purposely chosen clothing which bore no markings, etching, embroidery or insignia. He wanted to look as plain as possible. He also coiled a good rope about his belt and sat on his bed. He began braiding his hair in a new fashion, which consisted of leaving two long braids dangling beside his face so as to conceal his elvish ears. The rest of his long hair was left unbound with a single thin braid tied at the back of his head.

Rumil watched and began again, "For the sake of the Valar, Haldir! This is foolish! Even if Manwë has given you leave to go, what if the Maia will not return?" Rumil's voice was uncharacteristically harsh.

Haldir turned to snap on his sword, "I have already thought of that."

Bewildered, Orophin frowned and then arched both his eyebrows. "Then you mean to stay?" The words came in a soft whisper.

Haldir nodded and then turned to don his cloak. But Rumil stayed Haldir's hand, "Brother, have you this much love for this Maia?" Rumil's grey eyes searched Haldir's face. He saw Haldir's features soften.

"I have waited for her for ages, this you know." Haldir began, "And I am no fool, this you both also know." He looked candidly at Rumil. Rumil dropped his hand.

"This is my decision, and one I had hoped you would both come to understand."

Rumil turned back to stand next to Orophin and crossed his arms. "We have never been separated, Haldir, not since Mother and Father were slain." Rumil dropped his gaze, unwilling to let his older brother see the worry in his eyes. But it was Orophin who was able to best voice what they were all feeling.

"'Tis the uncertainty of it, Haldir." Orophin explained. "You may never return. And we shall be sundered across the world, for if you do not return, I doubt the Valar will give us leave to fetch you." Orophin handed Haldir a bag which contained lembas, miruvor, salted meats, cheese, water, bread and a few salves and ointments.

Haldir took the offered bag and slung it across his shoulders. He was ready.

Turning as one, Orophin and Rumil gazed upon Haldir and they embraced quickly, their hearts heavy at this parting. Yet, Haldir knew his brothers understood his reason for going and that if he did not go for Elyen, he would surely fade from the grief of his longing for her. They knew he had tried to heal, and even in the Blessed Realms where all wounds are made whole, Haldir had failed to find solace. More and more Elyen consumed his thoughts and he felt that if anyone could find her on Arda, it would be he. And if it took all of the world's ages for her to complete her task, then he would wait, but by her side.

Haldir looked at his brothers and saw in their faces that understanding was beginning to dawn upon them.

"You love her that much?" Orophin whispered in awe.

But Haldir merely smiled and gave each a separate hug, before picking up his magnificent Galadhrim bow and slinging it over his shoulder.

Rumil strode ahead of them and threw open the lodge door. From outside came the tangy ocean breeze, for the lodge was situated not half a league from the sea.

The stars sparkled in the vast expanse of a soft Valinor night and the Moon's light cast an eerie silver frost upon all it touched.

"Where is this ship Eonwë promised?" Rumil asked.

Haldir turned to look down, below the little valley where their lodge was situated. There, a dot upon the hill moved toward them.

"I think our messenger has arrived," Haldir answered, pointing toward the moving shape.

The brothers waited quietly and long minutes later they came face to face with a green-clad, bright-eyed Elf, one who called himself Calenthel and said he was to bring them to the docks where Haldir's ship lay anchored.

Because it was late into the night, the docks and quays of Alqualondë were near deserted, although several mariners and trappers were already out and about getting their fishing gear ready. No one looked at the four quiet Elves for it was not uncommon to see Eldar departing in the middle of the night. The Elves of Alqualondë had long accepted this as a nocturnal habit of many of the Elves who had come from Middle Earth after the fall of Sauron.

They reached the docks in a short space of time and Calenthel quickly pointed out Haldir's ship. It was built of sturdy wood and Haldir saw it was very plain with none of the mithril or golden decorations that usually marked elven ships. Its sails were made of a plain white cloth which shimmered in the silver moonlight. No banners or chevrons were to be found anywhere on the ship. It was obviously a ship made to be anonymous. Haldir saw that he would be quite able to handle it by himself and before he boarded he thanked Calenthel and then turned to his brothers.

In the moonlight, Haldir's unbound hair glistened silver and the soft breeze played gently with it. Haldir's eyes bore into his brothers' gazes. "You must vow to me that naught of this shall escape your lips. No matter the reason, no matter who is asking." He spoke in an urgent tone.

Calenthel took a step back so to give the brothers privacy.

Orophin and Rumil both nodded. "Aye," replied Orophin. "I swear it."

"As I swear," said Rumil.

Haldir waited a moment longer and then tried to sound cheerful, "I will be back before you begin to miss me."

But his levity did not work and Orophin's eyes suddenly glistened with tears. "Haldir" he whispered, "I know we never say this to each other, but..." here he stopped for his voice broke, and he looked at Haldir. Unexpectedly, Orophin pulled Haldir into a tight hug. "I love you, Haldir."

Haldir returned the hug, "I know. As I love you, my brother." Haldir replied, his own eyes misting.

Rumil quietly looked into Haldir's eyes and nodded. But Haldir pulled Rumil into the embrace and the brothers hugged quietly for a brief moment before breaking apart.

Haldir jumped into the ship and began working the anchoring ropes free. As the breeze picked up the sails and Haldir turned the little ship around, guiding it out of the silent harbor, Orophin sighed and whispered, "Namarie tor min, suil vain."

Rumil agreed and added, "Hortho le suil vaer."

Silently, they watched the little boat gain speed until they could watch no more and with heavy hearts they turned, thanked the silent Calenthel once again and made their way back to their lodge.

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It was close to dawn when Haldir felt the winds shift. Up to that moment, he had felt the cool, sweet winds of Valinor on his face, but suddenly a great wall of light seemed to come from high in the pre-dawn sky, as if someone had rent open the vaults of heaven. The winds died down and the sea was still, expectant.

Haldir watched fascinated, for his journey to Valinor had been during the day time and he did not recall such a great wall of light.

The light from the sky sliced into the water and it reminded Haldir of a great and wide road, and suddenly he understood why this was called the Straight Road. He watched the light expand and grow wider until it encompassed the boat and himself. He closed his eyes against the intense glare and saw behind his closed eyelids that the light was slowly fading.

Opening his eyes, Haldir saw that it was still dark, and he looked at the stars. A twinge of excited recognition whirled into his heart for he began to recognize many of the constellations and star formations of Middle Earth. Perhaps, as Eonwë had said, ages had passed on Middle Earth, but the stars remained constant.

He studied the stars for a while, smiling when he recognized the seven star formation called the Valacirca, or the Sickle of the Valar, a sign placed in the sky by Varda as a warning and reminder to Melkor of the power of the Valar. His fair face broke into a genuine smile at the sight of the constellation and he saluted it, his voice softly saying, "Hail, Elbereth Elentari, Tintallë, Exalted Lady of the Stars, guide my way and my path. May my words be spoken with honor and my deeds bring thee glory!"

At his unexpected plea, the winds stirred as if in response, and the little vessel began to move on what Haldir realized was a northeasterly course. Unless, he pondered, the entire landmass of Middle Earth had been reshaped, he judged he was heading for what was used to be called the shores of Eriador, north of the Belegaer. But he also reminded himself of Eonwë's warning that much had changed and that the Middle Earth he once knew was no more.

The ship sailed steadily on as if guided by an unseen hand and Haldir knew this was the power of Ulmo and Ossë who were leading him to his final destination.

Excitement had finally caught up with him and he sat at the edge of a bulkhead and ate some cheese and bread, taking a long drink of the sweet water of Valinor. He looked over the dark seas, at the skies above, and then turned his keen eyes toward the area he suspected he would make landfall. But all he still saw was endless ocean. Sighing, he stretched out his long legs, leaned against the bulkhead, draped the hood of his cloak over his head and rested his mind. In a few moments, he slept.

Unseen by Haldir, Ulmo and Ossë continued to move the little boat steadily toward land, and by dawn a fine mist began to fall, rousing Haldir into wakefulness. The sky was gray with heavy black clouds and the water was growing choppier. He scanned the ocean and stopped when he saw the thin stretch of land now visible in the northern horizon.

"Thanks be to thee, Ulmo of the Water, and to your servant, Ossë, for thy steady hands." His rich voice broke out in the heartfelt prayer of thanksgiving although in his heart he hoped the storm would hold out until he was off the boat. He was no sailor, this he knew, and if not for the grace of the Valar and the Maiar, he knew he would be hopelessly lost upon this vast sea.

Hours later, the sky was still grey and cloudy and the fine misty rain had turned into a downpour. The winds continued to push the little boat closer to shore and Haldir's eyes could make out no towns, villages or even lodges nestled close to the sea. He frowned. Where were the people?

Onward the little ship sailed, guided by the invisible and safe hands of the great Vala, Ulmo, who had heard Haldir's prayer of thanks. Close to shore, the little ship turned toward a thickly forested tributary and thus it sailed now under Ossë's command until mid-afternoon. By now, the rain had ceased and Haldir watched from the helm as the wide sea tributary narrowed into a small river that wound about deep groves and forests. He still had not seen a single living being and was wondering just how much had Middle Earth changed after all.

It was when day began to darken into sunset and lavender clouds trailed across an orange and blue sky, that Haldir finally caught the glimmering lights of torches inside the woods he was passing. Yet, all was still as night descended and Haldir did not have a sense he was being watched. Still, he was mindful of Eonwë's warning and kept a close watch on the woods on either side of the river. Close to what he judged to be midnight, the little boat began to turn toward the left shore and Haldir realized his journey was coming to an end. His heart leaped in anticipation of the unknown, and in the knowledge he would soon see Elyen again. He had not allowed himself to think too much of her during the trip and now he thought briefly of her face, her voice. What would he tell her? What would she say?? What does one say to one's heart after being sundered for thousands of years? He hoped the words would come and that he could make his heart known to her. A slight nagging thought that Elyen might have found another tormented him then and he hoped that if this was so, he would have the wisdom to wish her well and simply offer her the means to return her to Valinor, whether she would go or naught.

A gentle bump against the shore announced to Haldir that the trip was over and he gingerly jumped out of the ship, pulling it out of the water and dragging it into the thick forest ahead. Climbing back inside the little boat, he dismantled the sail, triggering the lever which would fold the mast over. Lastly, he located the dark gray tarp which was used to cover the entire boat from unfriendly eyes. Stretching the long fabric between his strong hands, Haldir jumped out of the boat and settled the tarp over it, watching as it moulded itself to the contours of the ship and then rendering it invisible. He stood back and looked at his handiwork. Once he was satisfied that the risk of discovery was practically non-existent, he then turned to take stock of his surroundings. He stood quite still, listening, looking, feeling, measuring the strange new world around him.

The trees were still alive, he could sense, but dull and somewhat dormant. He touched the bark of one large tree he knew was a rowan and whispered, "Suilad" but the tree did not generate a response. Frowning, he pulled himself into the strong branches of the tall tree and thought for a moment.

He looked above the canopy of the trees and climbed higher so he could see the sky. Judging from the star formations, he guessed it was close to Mid-Summer. He sniffed the air. It was humid, but there were also other aromas he could not identify. Some reminded him of rancid meat and others of rotting wood. He was not certain what it was he was smelling. His keen eyes traveled in a circular pattern and he saw nothing, until soft lights glittering in the west came into view. He knew his eyes were better than most elves, so he judged the lights to be some three or four leagues away. They were, he reminded himself, proof that Atani lived in the area. He narrowed his gaze and observed. A city, he judged. But why was it so dark? He recalled the cities of Men, such as Edoras, Ithilien, Minas Ithil, Minas Tirith. Always lighted, always bright. Like the elves, the Atani did not shun the light. Why was this city so wrapped in darkness and shadow? He frowned, fascinated by the moving figures he could see within the city's fortified walls.

Eonwë had told him the boat would take him but a few short leagues from a city which was gated on its four sides. He had called the city York and said that Elyen was known as Elyen of York. Haldir knew that usually towns and villages sprouted close to rivers and waterways. He looked at the city again and studied it. Was this York, he asked himself. And if so, where were the four gates? He expected to find tall towers, like those of Amon Sul, or the White Tower of Ecthelion or even like the King's Tower in Gondolin. Yet, all he saw were four small arched wooden entrances, each about two levels high. These structures were situated at separate corners of the city, seemingly at what Haldir guessed were the four cardinal points. The arches had been built so that they straddled a narrow stone street and had, Haldir realized, wooden bars placed horizontally across the entrance. From there a narrow street disappeared into the dark city itself. No person or animal, save perhaps the lofty birds, thought Haldir, could gain entry to that city except to go past the arches. Was this York, he asked himself a second time. He frowned and decided to follow the path of the river, toward the shadowy city, but from the safety of the trees. Checking his weapons carefully, he set out in moments, moving parallel to the river's edge and using great stealth. So swift and silent was his passing that ne'er a leaf rippled in his wake.

Nearly a full league later, Haldir heard heavy footfalls nearby and he stilled, his eyes fixed on the spot where the noise seemed loudest. As he watched, a company of five Atani stomped into the woods, directly beneath Haldir. Haldir squatted and waited, his nose creasing at the combination of aromas the Men exuded. A combination of sweat, food and grease. Haldir fought to control the repulsion he felt in the depths of his stomach. Lowering his gaze, he watched the Men.

The Men were short by Haldir's standard, and they looked disheveled. They walked slightly bent over, as if they carried a great weight on their backs. Haldir noticed their clothing was a combination of tight leggings and loose over-tunics. The color of the leggings were hard to see for the fabric looked faded and worn. Over that, Haldir saw the Men wore loose-fitting tunics, similar to his own, but of a coarser material, the arms of the tunic flaring at the elbows. It was easy to see they also wore some type of undershirt whose tight skin-hugging sleeves peaked out from beneath the tunic's sleeves and extended all the way to their wrists. On top of all of this, the Men wore very old chainmail, but no other armour. Each had a short flat sword belted at their side, although of the five, two were archers for Haldir saw their full quivers and short bows slung behind their backs. Deeper into the foliage he hid and listened, fascinated.

"We'd best make good time." A towheaded man turned to another. In his voice there was frustration and Haldir also heard hunger and exhaustion. "The gate has been locked well since before midnight and what we got to show for it?" He turned his back to his friends and ducked into a dark bush. "Sent to look for something no one as seen 'save in dreams." He grumbled loudly and his voice echoed out of the darkened trees.

"What and no dry pallets!" Retorted another. This one hoisted a spear nearly twice his size with great difficulty and threw it unceremoniously onto the ground. "God's balls, what're we supposed to be doing anyway?"

Above the men, Haldir smiled. He had absolutely no idea what the Atani were talking about, but he found their manner of speech intriguing. It was as Eonwë had promised. His knowledge of Westron would be tested. As it was being tested now.

"We are as supposed to be taking a piss." Said a blonde one, turning away from the others.

"Oh, is that what we're supposed to 'ee doin'?" Said the towheaded one, "Not as I recalls, then," he retorted while he came out of the bush he had used for that purpose. "Well, no matter, Grizard," he said, turning to fix a glare on the spear-carrier, "we're supposed to be looking out for the northern rebels, that's what." He belched and rubbed his flat stomach, and this was followed by some spittle aimed with deadly precision at the foot of the rowan where Haldir hid.

Haldir shook his head. No wonder the trees of this wood were silent. But he continued to watch and stare at the Atani below him.

"Oi, Sir Robert of Lepoint," began the towheaded one. He turned back to the others and walked over to the spear still lying on the ground, "Do not forget yer lance, or yer master will have you for wat for." He kicked the spear, pulled on his own flat sword, and then walked away.

" 'Tis better than to be garrisoned at Rowan Bold. I'm happy in York city, that's what." Retorted the spear handler. Bending over in his chainmail he retrieved the spear, a thing which made Haldir wince in fascination, for he could see this was not the same type of flexible chainmail used by the elves.

"I hear say the rebels are rousing an army to lay siege to York." Said one of the archers who had not spoken until then.

"Tis true," said the towheaded one. "But it will be long after summer should any attack come, for they will most likely lay siege to Carlisle first. If the Lords of Rowan Bold have any say in it, t'will be long after Pavement Market is done with." He looked around him and spit again, "There be no rebels in these woods, not 'till well after next Spring, I suppose." Turning, he watched the others wade out from behind the trees and bushes they had chosen to relieve themselves. "We're wastin' our time." He added with emphasis.

"Aye," agreed one of the archers, "and what with the Fitzwalters' being loyal to the 'King's cause', I'd wager we'll see next year's Lady Day 'afore war comes to York."

"Ye're all too sure of that, for my taste." Argued the spear holder, "For their loyalty to King Henry, the Lords of Rowan Bold will be a tasty target for the northern rebels. Let's us pray for an early winter and a late spring."

Grumbling their agreement, the little group formed a single line, and walked back the way they had come, breaking out into a loud argument which Haldir did not follow. He was still thinking about the mention of York, sieges and war. Surely, he reasoned, this castle must be part of the city he was to go to find Elyen, and the Atani's conversation of coming battles fit with Eonwë's warning that he would be passing through a realm torn by war.

With great care and stealth, Haldir set off moving in the trees, following the Men below him until he came to the end of the forest and a great open field stood before him. As he looked, Haldir watched the Men approach the arched gate and saw the wooden bar swing open for them. He realized with a start that he had found the city of York.

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KEY:

Maiar - spirit beings who serve or are allied to certain of the Valar. They take human form, like the Istari, but are immortal. Many took fleshly form but many others did not. Not as powerful as the Valar, they still possess power of their own. The complete number of Maiar is not known.

Sidh, mellon nîn, sidh = Peace, my friend, peace.

Galadhrim - The Tree People; the Sylvan elves of Lorien.

Alqualondë - the city of Valinor, means Swan Haven.

elleth - elven maid.

Sardcalad = Stoneflame

Eonwë = herald of Manwë, leads the forces of the Valar and is considered one of the greatest of the Maiar.

Quende - (singular) one of the elves, one of the race of elves. Plural is Quendi.

Atani - the race of men.

the bent world = another name for Arda, or the Earth.

Miruvor = The Cordial of Imladris. A clear and colorless cordial used by the elves to return vigor and strength. Believed to have been given to the Elves by Melian, the Maia.

Lembas - elvish Waybread; believed to have been given to the elves by Melian, the Maia.

Ulmo = Valar, Lord of the Water

Ossë = a Maia, herald of Ulmo, who dwells upon the coastlands of Middle Earth.

Namarie tor min, suil vain = Farewell, my brother, fair winds.

Hortho le suil vaer = May useful winds speed you on.

Valacirca or the Sickle of the Valar = the Big Dipper

Tintallë = Star Kindler, one of Varda's names.

Westron = the Common Speech of Men.

White Tower of Ecthelion = The tower of Minas Tirith.

Amon Sul = A tower/stronghold in Arnor, built by Elendil, which housed a palantir.

Mid-Summer = Summer Solstice, occurs around June 19-21.

Pavement Market = In York, a place/time where goods/merchants ply their wares, where public announcements, etc were made. Usually held on Sunday until about the mid-14th century. Summer was also a special time for Fairs, etc.

Rowan Bold = Rowan House, where the main characters of the story, the Fitzwalters, live.

The King's cause = during the timeline of our story, 1173-1175 AD, Henry the Younger attempted to take the crown from his father, King Henry II, throwing England into a near state of civil war. The city of York was loyal to the King's side and claim to the English throne.

Lady Day = Easter/Ostara (Christian Holiday celebrated in March -- the Vernal Equinox)

Aldburg = Eomer's home.

Caras Galadhon = capital of Lothlorien.

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