For the Love of a Maia

For the Love of a Maia
Chapter 3: Complications
A story 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.

Chapter 3 - Complications

Haldir followed Elyen out of the woods and into the clearing, closing the gap between them and gently reaching out for her arm.

Elyen stopped and turned her gaze on Haldir.

"I do not think you understand my meaning, Elyen." For the first time in ages he had said her name. It felt right to him and sounded delicious to her. "I came for you, if you cannot leave, then neither shall I." His eyes regarded her steadily and there was a long pause between them.

Then a new light came into Elyen's eyes, "I understand." Was her simple response.

Instead, she draped her arm around his and tugged, "Come."

Haldir allowed her to lead him up the gentle slope and he knew they were headed for the House.

As they neared the building they crossed the small drawbridge at the back of the House. Haldir noticed this side was not guarded. Off to the side, at the edge of the moat, he saw a gangly youth throwing herbs and powders into the water and then using a long spear to stir it all. Frowning, he watched fascinated. He turned when he heard Elyen's laughter.

"Moats are a dirty business. It has taken me some time to make them understand the importance of cleanliness. So," she nodded toward the moat, "I make a combination of fresh herbs and other powders to destroy the foul smells and waste that would otherwise linger in that water. I also make bathing oils and soaps for them so that they bathe more regularly than their brethren, for bathing is not a common thing in this land."

Haldir listened but said nothing. Cleanliness to the elves was as natural as breathing. He found it amazing that Elyen had to teach these Atani to be clean.

Ahead of them loomed Rowan Bold. It was a two-storied building, made of brick and stone, with many windows and an arched rooftop at its opposite sides. In between the arches was nestled the main one-storied house. Beside one of the arched rooftops, Haldir could see a tower. He judged it the same tower he had seen earlier. Several armed Atani were clearly visible from his position and he could see they were being watched very carefully. Behind the house, Haldir saw other buildings he could not identify, but at least he was able to correctly pinpoint the stables. To one side, he saw a small shed, with pottery of different sizes neatly lined up on a bench. Opposite, he recognized the smithy and beside that, he could see what looked to be a tannery for pelts and hides in various stages of processing were openly displayed beneath the strong June sun.

Haldir was about to ask when Elyen's laugh distracted him and he turned to look at her. She had followed his interested gaze and nodded in the direction of the sheds.

"Rowan Bold, like most houses, is very self-contained; much like Lothlorien and Imladris. At a time when roads are watched and spies abound, trading suffers and everyone has to learn to survive on their own. The Lord of this House is a spice and wine merchant, but that is not sufficient to bring in what is needed by the people who live within these walls." Haldir listened to this, nodding. Yes, she was right. Lorien itself had been self-sufficient producing all of its most basic goods, especially when war was at hand. He personally knew what it meant to close the borders of a realm and how the people within could perish for lack of food, water, and many other necessary items. So, he mused, letting his gaze wander over the smithy, these Atani were very similar to the elves in this manner of living.

Since they had crossed the moat at the rear end of the house, Haldir was unable to see the arched entrance to the main drawbridge, but he knew it existed for he had observed it from his position high atop the rowan in the woods.

"Is this your home?" Haldir asked.

Elyen nodded, "Yes, for now. This is the ancestral home of the Fitzwalters, and they are allied to the King of this realm." She turned bright blue eyes on his face. "They are partly the reasons I cannot leave Arda now. Civil war may yet come to this land and it is very important that the right person wield the scepter of power. My heart tells me that there are still some events to come which will either shape or break the destiny of this land."

Mindful of Eonwë's warning, Haldir frowned and asked, "How so?"

Elyen smiled and turned to meet Haldir's intelligent silver eyes. She had missed discussing the affairs of men with him. He often had insights she had not thought of. "Because from the correct seed shall come greater nations. It is important that the current King stay in power. At least for now."

Haldir frowned and gave Elyen a doubtful glance, "I do not trust your motives when you speak in such grandiose terms. Usually, if my memory serves me correctly, I am in some way or another cajoled into helping you carry out your schemes."

Here Elyen laughed hard, "Cajoled?" She squeezed his arm, "Ever the March Warden."

She turned to see Haldir cock his head and look straight ahead, as if in response. However, she did not answer him. She was still looking into Haldir's face, when he suddenly tensed his jaw and into his eyes came a strange light. Elyen turned to look at whatever made Haldir react in this manner.

A Guard wearing a long-sleeved surcoat of darkest blue was swiftly approaching them. Haldir saw that the man wore a strangely fashioned helmet made of light chainmail and which bore two side wings for eye protection. Atop the helmet was a delicately carved tree and it looked made of mithril, though he knew not what these Atani called mithril. Yet it gleamed in the June light with the flare of a hundred stars. The surcoat itself was long and upon it was embroidered a white flowering rowan. A large sword dangled from his side.

Elyen recognized the Guard instantly. It was Sir Hugh Malet, the Constable of Rowan Bold and Captain of its Guard. Further, Elyen realized, he was scowling at them.

In short moments Malet had reached them and he stood staring intently into Haldir's face. His countenance was dark with anger. Bowing quickly toward Elyen he spoke. "My Lady, if you please." His eyes turned to Haldir again and then to Elyen. "It is most important that all strangers to Rowan Bold come by way of the main drawbridge." His posture was rigid but Haldir noticed the man had not reached for the pommel of his sheathed sword.

"I know, dear Sir Hugh," Elyen smoothed, "I did not think of it."

She turned to Haldir and saw he was also rigid. She sighed. Both were trying to stare each other down.

"I give you my word, there is no danger here." She saw this did not make any difference to Malet.

Nevertheless, Malet was not so easily convinced. "What is this?" He asked rudely, eyeing the tall stranger and standing even more stiffly, cognizant of the heavy weaponry the stranger carried. "What is he, my Lady? A giant perhaps from the Southlands or Dane come from the sea? We have no desire for strangers in this land lest they come as friends ready to bear arms when the time comes." Malet's brown eyes fixed coldly on the tall blonde stranger he did not like at all.

"Nay," said Elyen hotly, "he is no Giant and no Dane, but long have I journeyed with him and I will vouch for him before the seat of thy Lord, Godfrey Fitzwalter! His worth cannot be measured by his stature for he has twice fought the battles you shall e'er see, Hugh Malet, though you be twice his height! This is Haldir Nolwërion, come from the West, and long my trusted friend. Now, let me pass!" Elyen's eyes flashed and in her voice there was power.

Malet relaxed visibly, perhaps from the tone of Elyen's words or the power behind them, and then he relented, bowing slightly to the Maia. "Very well, my Lady." He looked to Elyen but she could still see the man was not happy.

"But how came this trusted friend hither? Where is thy horse, master friend?" Malet asked sarcastically, fixing a suspicious eye on Haldir.

Haldir remained impassive, accustomed to challenges. "Hither from 'yon western shore, I sailed and followed the lights of your fair city." His speech was careful and deliberate.

Malet snorted, "Your speech is unknown to me, master stranger," Malet said refusing to use Haldir's name. "But the Lady has vouched for thee and as such her word is respected here. But see that those weapons are checked in the Weapon's Hall for I'll not have strangers traipsing about Rowan Bold armed to the shins!" His eyes calmly roved over Haldir's longbow and quiver, down to his sword and rope and then back to Haldir's face. But it was Elyen who answered before Haldir could formulate a response, although the regal arching of his eyebrows told Malet much.

"Thank you, Sir Hugh." Elyen responded calmly.

Sir Hugh nodded curtly and turned, leaving the couple alone. Haldir watched the Atani walk away stiffly and then spoke when he was sure he would not be heard, "He follows his commander's orders," He turned to smile at Elyen, "and you know this."

Elyen nodded, "Aye and I am glad for it."

When they reached the top of the hill, Elyen stopped for a moment and turned, looking for Matilda. She could see the servants and Anysse in the kitchens but not Matilda.

Just then Haldir turned in time to avoid a collision between them and a whirlwind of blue and gold. Elyen called out, "Melissant!"

The young girl slowed down and turned. Triumphantly she held out three good size eels. All three were doing their best to squirm out of her hands.

Elyen laughed and motioned the girl to them.

Holding the eels carefully, Melissant approached the pair, her intelligent blue eyes canvassing Haldir from head to foot. Stopping a couple of feet before them, she looked at Elyen.

"This is Haldir Nolwërion, Meli. He has just this day arrived in York, and he is a very good friend of mine."

Melissant's gaze returned to Haldir and she saw him bow graciously. He was dressed like a journeyman, but she knew his weapons said otherwise. "What kind of name is that?" Suspiciously, her eyes locked onto Haldir's tranquil gaze. She struggled to keep the eels balanced in her arms but still said, "and why does he carry so many weapons?" Melissant's gaze dropped from the full quiver at Haldir's back to his sheathed sword.

Haldir turned to Elyen and lifted an eyebrow, waiting for her explanation, but saw the Maia was not about to give one to the child. Instead, Elyen turned her head toward the House. "Take the eels to the kitchens, Meli, so they can be prepared for tonight. I am sure they will be most delightfully received."

With a snort, Melissant turned away, giving Haldir one last suspicious look over her shoulder and then disappearing inside the large kitchens.

Haldir turned to Elyen, "I must say, that went exceedingly well. Now the child thinks I am an assassin." He eyed Elyen with a baneful glare.

Knowing him well, Elyen did not respond and instead set off toward the House knowing Haldir trailed her close behind.

~*~*~*~*~

Not far from where Melissant had stood with Elyen and Haldir, a pair of dark eyes had watched the trio with interest.

Anysse wondered who the tall blonde man was and how Elyen had come to know him. She watched her sister's face and realized Meli was not wholly convinced of the stranger's trustworthiness. She wondered where he came from and what he wanted. Knowing that the land was beset with rumors of war, she considered he might be a mercenary for hire. Often they were employed by the Land Barons and it was said the best came from the Continent. From the looks of this one, Anysse thought, he was a stranger to these lands.

Melissant ran into the kitchens with a flurry, excitedly showing the Cook her three eels. Laughing, Cook took the squirming creatures from her small hands and she was ready to depart the hot kitchens when Anysse stayed her escape.

Meli's blue eyes narrowed in distrust for her older sister. "What do you want?"

Anysse watched as Elyen and the strange man entered Rowan Bold. "Who is he?"

Meli turned to look at Haldir, "Him?" She shrugged, "I know not." Trying to get around her sister, she ducked beneath Anysse's arms and ran off.

Anysse watched the House for a moment before turning back to the meal preparation. She thought she had detected a small current of an attraction between Elyen and the stranger. Dusting the table to begin kneading the bread, she thought quickly. She'd have to watch them to-night. Perhaps the fates were in her favor after all. Giving the dough a hard smack, she began rolling it and cutting it into strips.

~*~*~*~*~

Elyen reached the high arched entrance to Rowan Bold just as Matilda was crossing under it. The woman stopped at the sight of the tall blonde archer behind Elyen and she frowned slightly. Unaccustomed to having unexpected visitors, Matilda grew a little nervous. The man was taller than most men she knew and looked dangerous. Her dark eyes lifted to Elyen and she waited for the two to cross the courtyard.

"Hail, Matilda!" Elyen approached. She slightly turned toward Haldir. "This is my good friend, come to visit for the season, Haldir Nolwërion."

Haldir bowed deeply and placed his open palm over his heart.

Elyen stepped aside and saw Matilda's grim countenance break into an uncertain smile as she bowed to Haldir.

"You are welcome here, Master Haldir." Searching the blonde man's face, she noticed for the first time how strangely he wore his hair. She also could not help noticing how fair of face and young he looked.

Elyen turned to Haldir and touched his sleeve. "This is Matilda Fitzwalter, Haldir. Lady of this great house, Rowan Bold. Her husband, who is the Lord of this place and its shires, is Godfrey Fitzwalter."

Haldir bowed once again, the names and titles having no significance to him whatsoever, but suspecting from the tone of Elyen's voice that they were persons of importance. He realized with dismay that he was expected to say something. Stealing a glance at Elyen, he saw she gave him an innocent and encouraging smile.

"Many thanks for your courtesy." Haldir replied. When he had spoken to Malet, the Westron words had come unimpeded, but now for some reason, he found he was having difficulty engaging in idle talk. However, he saw Matilda nod and he relaxed.

Matilda was intrigued by the soft accent the man used, and how he gave special attention to certain sounds. It gave his voice a very pleasant effect. She studied him more carefully now, noticing for the first time the paleness of his skin and the unusual color of his hair. It was obvious from his coloring that he came from a land of little sunshine. "Are you from the Northern Mountains?" Matilda asked after noticing the quiver full of arrows and the large bow.

Haldir frowned and shook his head. "No, I am come from further West."

Matilda frowned, "West?" She looked at him once and then turned to Elyen, "You are a trusted friend of my father's, Lady. All you bring to my house are equally welcome." Giving Haldir one last glance, Matilda bowed and said, "I hurry back to the kitchens, for too long have I left Anysse alone there and heavens only knows what she shall do of her own accord."

Elyen laughed, "Meli has found three eels for the banquet. I hear say 'tis the royal family's preferred."

Matilda was impressed with her youngest daughter's tenacity. "Three, eh?" Asked Matilda. "That will do well." With a curt nod, she passed in front of the pair and headed toward the kitchen. Without turning, she called back loudly, "Elyen, all of the rooms in the South Tower are clean."

Looking toward Haldir, Elyen smiled and then watched Matilda turn toward the kitchen.

Haldir took a moment to glance around him.

"'Tis a strange world the Atani have created."

"Not so strange, really." Elyen countered and walked to the heavy front doors and pushed them open. Two sentries stood at attention and glared at Haldir.

"He's with me," Elyen said and the sentries visibly relaxed.

"What of the Naugrim? Are they still hiding in their halls of stone, deep beneath the earth?"

Elyen shook her head, "Nay, they have all but disappeared as a race. There are a few who have left their underground halls and come to live with men," here she turned to glance at Haldir, "but they are very few in number. I suspect Aulë has returned them to their deep sleep beneath their mountain halls until Illúvatar awakens them."

Haldir arched his eyebrows at this news but did not know what to say. The affairs of the Maiar were always a mystery to him, even though Elyen always strove to explain them.

"The Periannath," she suddenly volunteered on her own, "have become the men and women of this land. The Easterlings have also settled upon their own lands and in the course of time made many treaties with the other races of the Atani."

"And what of Numenor?" Haldir asked, "What of the lines of Elessar and Arwen?"

"Some still exist, scattered, and in some cases persecuted." She stopped and looked about the hall before she spoke, "There are some indications that the present-day rulers of this land have Numenorean blood."

Haldir frowned, "And this is bad?"

"I am not sure yet." Was Elyen's enigmatic response.

Haldir shook his head. Crossing his arms, he said dryly, "My heart tells me I am getting more than I bargained for."

Elyen smiled and crossed the large hall, walking down a narrow corridor until they came to a hidden stone stairway. Before Elyen was able to step on it, Haldir turned her around.

"Where are you taking me, meluiel?" His eyes were soft as he gazed upon Elyen's face, but he was not comfortable being led into such quarters. He was not used to so much stone and mortar. The house, though it was daytime, was dark and gloomy. He was uncomfortable in such cramped spaces.

Elyen took one of Haldir's hands and held it, willing reassurance into his spirit. "I realize this is unlike all you know. The Eldar do not do well within enclosed spaces. But, Haldir," her face was calm but her voice firm, "this is how you will need to live if you are to stay in Arda. It will take you a little while to get used to their ways, but I assure you, you will get used to it."

She saw the uncertainty in his eyes but pulled on his hand and began climbing the stairs. Elyen hand's felt small but warm in his larger one and Haldir suffered the contact for many silent seconds, before pulling his hand out of her grasp. His heart was beginning to hammer too loudly and he was becoming affected by the touch. It would not do both of them any good if he were to suddenly catch her in his arms and kiss her. No matter how much he wanted to do just that.

The stone stair they climbed finally ended and opened into a wide corridor that led into four directions. The walls were made of stone and brick and only a few windows built into the smooth stonework. The floors were likewise made of stone and covered at intervals with thick carpets. Tapestries and unlit wall sconces stuffed with candles lined the walls at specific locations such as corners and doorways. It was cold, drafty and dark. Used to the glittering forests, waterways and sunlight of the groves, Haldir took an instant dislike to this place.

In moments, Elyen stopped before a door and opened it. Stepping inside, she crossed the dark room and opened the windows wide. Instantly, sunlight flooded the chamber and Haldir looked around. It was clean, this he could see. A wide, low bed in one corner, next to it a low wooden bench, one large greatly carved wooden table with four chairs. An immense, unlit, fireplace and several hooks built into the wall.

"This is your room while you are here." Elyen carefully watched Haldir.

"I think I prefer the woods." He turned to leave the room.

"No." Said Elyen.

Haldir stopped at the doorway, his brows arching high in surprise. "No?" He repeated.

Elyen shook her head, "No." She crossed her arms.

Haldir cocked his head and observed her for a moment. He tried to remember if they had ever had a disagreement before. He did not recall even one, thus her response surprised and amused him.

"Why not?" He glanced behind him, "Do you expect me to live inside this cave, like an Atani?"

Elyen drew herself to her fullest height and stepped closer to Haldir. She still had to look up to meet his eyes. "First," she began, a little grumpily, "do not use Sindarin here. Do not call them Atani."

Haldir crossed his arms, and looked steadily into her eyes. "Indeed?" Elyen was so close to him that he could feel her hot breath upon his lips, and he lowered his gaze to her mouth.

Elyen nodded. "Indeed." She whispered, delighting in the knowledge he felt desire for her, as she felt for him. She frowned into his calm silver gaze. "Secondly," she continued, still standing close to him, "the men of this land are very protective of what is theirs," here she saw Haldir's eyes flash, "whether it is their lands, their castles, their animals or their women."

At the insinuation, Haldir smiled and brought a hand to her back. "What are you saying, Elyen? I have not made any assumptions in this area." However, his hand on her back lingered for a moment before he let it drop away.

Elyen nodded, seeing the sparks of humor, and something wilder, in Haldir's eyes. "I know. I am merely explaining some things to you. The Atani of Gondor and Rohan are no more. They have changed...and sometimes not for the better."

Haldir frowned at this, the spark of humor and sexual tension suddenly waning between them. Feeling a loss over her words, he quietly asked her, "Then the Kings of Rohan are gone? As well as their kingdoms?"

"As are the Kingdoms of Gondor, and Edoras. What remains are little but of their blood line. New kingdoms and alliances have been formed. Trust is not lightly given these days and neither are friendships so easily formed. You must remember this and keep your guard. Say not where you come from, or anything which may cause them to suspect you of evil works, for their minds are full of superstitions."

Haldir listened to this incredible statement with a worried and heavy heart. "And you would stay?" He whispered, admiration for her suddenly welling up in his heart.

"It is what I must do." She looked seriously into his eyes.

"Then, you shall never leave?" Haldir asked cautiously. It was what he needed most to know. He saw Elyen hesitate.

"Perhaps not. I do not know yet."

Haldir uncrossed his arms and drew her into an embrace. "Then, fear not, for I will not forsake you."

He felt her soft and pliable in his arms and his heart called out to him to kiss her, to caress her. But not now, he thought. It was too soon -- too soon. Elyen frowned, feeling the length of his hard body against her own, feeling him tense and slightly tremble, "I know you mean to stay. Are you certain of this, Haldir?" Her voice was very soft.

Haldir tightened his embrace and whispered against her hair, "Very certain, meluiel. Very certain."

Elyen closed her eyes and allowed herself to feel the delight of his strong body, of his personal scent, of his strong aura. Wrapping her arms around his back, she whispered, "Thank you, maethor nîn."

Haldir chuckled, "I thought you said no Sindarin."

Elyen broke away from his embrace and smiled back, "Aye, I did."

Haldir gave her a long look and then turned back to study the room. "This is to be my chamber then?"

Elyen nodded and then headed for the door, "I will send someone to bring you water to bathe. Matilda and Godfrey expect the King's nephew for a feast to-night. A betrothal is to come of it, they hope."

Haldir nodded, "The young woman in the kitchens?"

Elyen nodded too. "They hope. Though my heart tells me she is enamoured of another."

Haldir unslung his bow and placed it on the bed. Soon the quiver followed, and then the belt and sword as well as his provisions bag. All of these were neatly stacked upon the bed. Elyen watched Haldir with interest. Never had they been in such an intimate setting, for she knew the Galadhrim took their weapons very seriously. To see a great maethor as Haldir remove his weapons in her presence meant he trusted her with his very life. Unconsciously, she smiled and he saw it.

"What is it, meluiel?" He sat on the bed and removed his boots.

Elyen reached for the door latch. How was it that this one elf could make her feel so young and inexperienced? A thing she was not?

"I will have some food and drink, a new set of clothes and water for you to bathe. I will be back to fetch you, Haldir, so try and stay here and do not go out wandering about by yourself! And keep those weapons out of sight, remember you what Sir Hugh wanted!" She admonished him and left the room.

Alone with his thoughts, Haldir stood and walked back to the window and watched the fields below. His keen ears caught the sounds of metal clashing against each other and he turned his keen eyes toward the source of the sound.

In moments, not three hundred feet from the house, he saw two Atani -- two men, he corrected himself. One taller and broader than the other, which he judged to mean he was an adult, while the other was shorter, more slender and looked to be a juvenile.

Haldir leaned against the windowsill and watched the men with interest.

The older man seemed far more experienced with a sword than the juvenile. But it was the manner of his moves that interested Haldir, for he moved with the style, speed and grace of the Atani swordsmen of old. He could even identify a few parries he had been taught himself. Frowning, he focused on the man's face so he could get a better look at his features.

Suddenly, the juvenile lunged and the older man blocked the move, turning fully into the light. Haldir's silver eyes widened in the shock of recognition and he watched even more carefully. He would have to ask Elyen about this man later on, for just then a soft knock came.

~*~*~*~*~

Haldir left the window and walked to the door, unlatching it and throwing it wide open. Before him stood three young women and one young man. He looked at them silently and it was the man who spoke.

"My Lord, we bring you water for bathing, new clothes from my Lord Godfrey's wardrobe and vittles for your stomach." The manservant's eyes rested briefly upon the weapons on the bed before returning to Haldir's face. "Our Lady Elyen says you have made a great and long journey."

Haldir frowned. So Elyen tells him to not say anything to anyone about himself and yet herself makes free with tales of a long journey, naturally making Haldir appear even more mysterious in the eyes of these mortals. Standing aside to let them enter, he wondered if this was exactly her design.

"Indeed," Haldir responded with a kind smile. "I have."

The little group shuffled nervously into the room, especially the women, who openly stared at Haldir, moving slowly about the chamber, until the man scolded them into faster action.

"I am Osvald, my Lord," said the man, bowing, "I shall make sure your needs are well served."

Haldir looked at the small man and bowed in return, not knowing if this was a customary thing or not. But judging by Osvald's surprised reaction, it was not. "Thank you, Osvald."

Haldir turned to see what the women had been about and saw they had been standing behind him, stock still, listening to him and looking at his head with a wondrous expression. Bowls of water and a small wooden tub appeared out of nowhere and several large towels were draped over a chair.

Abruptly, Osvald crisply clapped his hands and began to usher the women out of the chamber. At the doorway, he paused and turned. "My Lord, I shall be seated outside of your chamber. You need only call out."

Haldir nodded and was about to turn, when he remembered something and saw that the manservant anticipated this and was waiting.

"The two men practicing swordplay outside the House," Haldir began, "who are they?"

"My Lord," Osvald replied, "they would be the Lord Godfrey's son, Wyat and the Lady Elyen's betrothed, Ulric de Graville." Osvald waited a moment, "Is there aught else, my Lord?" asked Osvald, noticing the dark frown which appeared on the youthful face of this tall stranger.

Haldir raised his eyes to Osvald's form and shook his head, waving absentmindedly, "Nay, thank you, no more."

Osvald bowed and closed the door behind him, turning to see the three servant girls were still waiting in the shadows of an unlit corner.

Osvald frowned and pulled a bench close to the door. He turned his dark eyes on the trio, "Off with ye! I am sure you're sore missed somewhere."

One of the girls, the bolder of the trio, laughed and said, "Did you notice his hair, Osvald?" She heard the other two snicker. "It glows like gold."

At this, Osvald snorted and stood, "Either ye leave or I take a whip to ye!"

But the girls needed no further incentive and they ran down the stone stairs giggling and whispering about the wondrous golden locks of their fair stranger.

Back in his chamber, Haldir stood by the window, trying to sort out what he had just heard. His heart was beating slowly and he was forcing himself to remain calm and not to take the man's words too seriously.

Turning from the window, he inspected the clothes brought for him. Very similar to his own but not as fine a fabric, yet neither coarse. A bit loose in the torso, but he could ignore that. His mind was still fastened on what the servant had told him.

Haldir removed his clothes, stepping clumsily into the wooden tub, for it did not accommodate his large frame and he had to settle for first washing his hair, then his arms one at a time and then standing to soap his torso, thighs and legs and then rinsing himself. Stepping out of the water, he rubbed himself briskly and dressed quickly. By now the sun was beginning to dip over the horizon and Haldir looked out of the window.

A soft summer breeze wafted in and he felt a stab of longing. What was it now in Valinor, he thought. Day or night? What would his brothers be doing now? Sighing deeply, he stood at the open window until the sun was fully set. He leaned out of the window, looking above and below him, studying the structure itself, how the stone and brick had many indentations, which could easily be used as a foothold.

Quickly, he returned to the bed, donned his quiver and bow, drew the leather belt around him and fastened his sword on it, coiling his rope and sheathing his short knives. He fastened his cloak about him, draping the hood over his head. In a moment, within the growing darkness, Haldir disappeared and was no more than a swift shadow.

He returned to the window and now saw that the sun had finally set. Feeling the need to be close to the stars and out of this confining place of brick and stone, Haldir grasped the upper frame of the window and pulled himself out. In seconds, he had scaled the sides of the house and jumped over the ramparts of the building, which were strangely deserted. He had half expectedly to see a small garrison here. Instead, he heard the clattering of metal and the murmurs of human speech and he looked above him, at the House's Tower, and there his keen eyes counted about twenty armed archers. They seemed bored and were lounging about the walls of the ramparts, their eyes fixed on something before them and not upon the vast lands spread out below. Haldir frowned. If it was as Elyen suspected, and war was nigh upon this land, these warriors and their commanders were extremely negligent. This House had a very lax attitude toward safety. He knew that if these Atani were under his command, things would change very quickly.

But, he sighed and told himself he was not commanding anyone or anything here and his one charge was Elyen Variëntari. Aside from this, naught else mattered.

Nevertheless, he sat down comfortably at the edge of a stone rail, pulled one leg up, his keen mind thinking, comparing and remembering. The cloak and the hood he wore rendered him invisible and for a long time Haldir sat quietly contemplating the stars.

~*~*~*~*~

Now that the sun had set, the kitchens swung into a frenzy of action.

The entire household of Rowan Bold was preparing for the royal arrival.

Wyat had taken his leave of Ulric and headed toward his room to change.

Melissant and Anysse were likewise primping in their shared chamber.

Myles of Lewes had closed shop early and was already in Rowan Bold.

Godfrey had long returned to the House and Matilda was nervously trying to decide which dress to wear. She wanted to finish early and supervise Anysse's wardrobe, knowing that the girl would select the worst suited gowns she could find. Whether it was done out of poor taste or as a hindrance to an offer, Matilda did not know and was not about to throw this incredible opportunity out the window. So she dressed in a hurry, kissed her husband and set off for her daughters' chamber, hearing their loud bickering as she stood outside the room.

Imperiously, she threw open the door, her eyes blazing.

The two girl servants stilled and bowed at her entrance and Matilda waved them out of the room. Quickly they scuttled past her.

Melissant and Anysse stood before the unlit fireplace, each in a different state of undress. Their hair was undone, their eyes wild and Matilda could feel the tension in the room.

Crossing to their wardrobes, she selected a gown of blue and brown for Melissant and then one of white and gold silk for Anysse.

Placing both on Anysse's bed, she turned to her silent daughters and said, "Those. Wear them. I will send Frida to dress your hair."

Without a word she turned to leave, but stopped and added, "And if I hear one more screech come from this chamber, or either of the two of you are late and shame this family with your infantile antics, I will send you both to your Uncle Baldric's castle! Is that understood, my girls?"

Melissant's eyes opened in terror at the mention of Baldric's name. Her mother's uncle had five sons, all grown and all brutes. It was rumored they ate their meats raw and sported large beards like great bears. They never bathed and they often swore. She would prefer death by quartering than suffer one day at Baldric's castle. So of course, faced with the prospect of the threat, she nodded demurely. "Aye, Mother, I swear 'pon my word to do naught but set a fine example to-night."

Matilda grunted and then turned her gaze to Anysse. "That is meant double for you. I am sure you must be aware that a man such as Almeric Atteford does not leave the confines of his lands and comfort of his estates to travel north to York without a cause." Matilda glared meaningfully into Anysse's face.

Anysse sighed and dropped her gaze, "Yes, I understand, Mother." Her heart was hammering furiously in her chest, but her voice was small, sad.

Hearing the sadness in her sister's voice, Melissant turned to Anysse, surprised by her older sister's reaction. She had expected defiance, but not this meek surrender. She studied Anysse carefully and then turned her gaze to the door at the sound of her mother's departure.

~*~*~*~*~

While Rowan Bold was preparing for the arrival of Almeric Atteford, Earl of Borgounnais and Lord of the Southmarches, the dining room was being decorated, the dishes given the last touch, the wines brought forth and a small fire lit in the large dining room. Elyen and Ulric were each preparing themselves for the feast, not so much as a night of merriment, but as an opportunity to gather some intelligence as to the goings on in Normandy, what the King's thoughts and next moves may be, if civil war was indeed imminent and if York would be compromised and involved.

Ulric had not seen Elyen since early that morning but he had heard about the tall, blonde enigmatic stranger. According to Melissant, he was an assassin of sorts. Some of the serving women raved about his good looks and Cook merely complained he was one more mouth to feed. All he had spoken with said Elyen had introduced the stranger as a good friend. She had not mentioned she was expecting anyone and Ulric wondered who this good friend might truly be. After all, as an immortal being, Elyen had in the course of her lifetime, made many acquaintances, allies, enemies and detractors. That one had come to her here was indeed a strange thing.

He bathed and changed in his room, abruptly catching voices in the courtyard below.

Pulling over his head a dark blue tunic with silver chevrons on its sleeves, he chanced a look out of the window and saw a cavalcade of horses loitering about the open courtyard. Several of the horse masters of the Bold were already helping the riders dismount and Ulric heard loud voices echo from beneath his chamber where he knew the large entry hall was situated. His eyes focused on one man, dressed more finely than the others, still seated atop his horse as if waiting for someone to dismount him. At once, Godfrey ran to the man and short low words were exchanged. Ulric then knew this was Almeric Atteford, the Earl of Borgounnais.

Ulric ducked his head back inside his room and finished dressing, his thoughts centered on Anysse.

It was common knowledge that Almeric had come to claim her for himself.

What no one in the household knew was what Anysse's reaction would be. Already she had turned down four separate offers and she was building a quick reputation for being cold and undesirable.

Ulric knew Godfrey worried over his daughter. He had confided this to him many times.

Yet, Ulric had never known how to truly comfort Godfrey nor dared insinuate what he thought was truly happening for it could doom not only Anysse, but Elyen as well. Of himself, he cared little.

He finished dressing, all the while thinking back in time.

When he and Elyen had first arrived in Rowan Bold, Anysse had been the same age as Melissant was now. Fourteen. But not as precocious and bold as Meli. Yet, Anysse had possessed, even then, a quiet and determined strength which had intrigued him at first, finding her to be an interesting conversationalist.

As the years passed, Anysse had grown from a quiet and introspective child, into a thoughtful and sentimental young woman. She possessed a charitable and loving personality that few saw. And of course, she was soon eclipsed by the boisterous and intelligent Melissant.

They had passed many afternoons in pleasant conversation, while Ulric told Anysse of his childhood, his ancestry and even dared share a few of the stories of Middle Earth. He remembered now how she had laughed at the tales, calling them fancy legends. Yet, often had they sought each other out.

But all that was to change in the summer of her 17th year. This was the year the first offer of marriage had come. Anysse had turned it down. As she had the second and the third. Now, she was faced with an offer from the King's nephew and these things, Ulric knew, were near like royal commands. He did not envy Anysse's position right now and wondered what she would do.

That he loved Anysse was without doubt for Ulric. He had known of his feelings for her for at least two years. That she returned his affections, he paused now and stared at the lit fireplace. Yes, he decided, she returned his affections.

But he had never touched her. They had never embraced, kissed or lain together. She would go to her husband's bed intact and whole, of that he had made certain.

Ulric sighed and stood.

Lately, she had been making things very difficult for him. Or was it his own defenses were beginning to wear thin?

He could not tell. But this he did know: he had sworn an oath to remain by Elyen's side until her task was done, as was the oath placed before the Maiar from the time of Faramir's great-grandchildren. His was an important role to play and play it he must.

Of course, of his own feelings for Anysse no one would ever find out. Most especially Elyen.

~*~*~*~*~

Elyen found a warm bath was waiting for her when she reached her chamber. Reaching for one of her oil bottles, she scented the water, bathed and washed her hair. Then she brushed her hair until it was nearly dry. She pulled on an ancient elven-made gown of white and gold fabric, sheer as gossamer and glittered like the many sparkles of a night sky. It trailed softly behind her, the fabric seeming to leave traces of glitter as she passed. Since she wished to honor the ancient Lorien custom, she wore no sandals upon her feet. Brushing her long black hair until it glistened, she made one small braid at the back of her head and pinned it with a silver brooch that bore the insignia of Lorien's chevron, the golden elanor. Looking into a small dark mirror she had been given by Matilda, Elyen smiled. This was for Haldir and she hoped he recognized the effort she was making to remind him of home. Finished, she left her room and headed for Ulric's chamber.

Her intention was to tell him of Haldir's arrival and then introduce them.

She knocked softly at Ulric's door and in moments heard his heavy footfalls as he approached. The latch was thrown up and in a moment Ulric stood before her.

He smiled, enchanted by the beauty before his eyes.

Elyen might be thousands of years old, but right now she looked like a young sapling, not yet ready for the frost of winter. She had let her hair flow loose past her waist and it near reached her knees. He had never seen her wear it like this before and narrowed his eyes. Even her gown, a soft gossamer silk, was a thing she often did not use for it was supposed to be elven made. He frowned at her and laughed.

"Oh, I am guessing at the identity of your friend-stranger."

Elyen crossed her arms and stepped inside the room closing the door behind her. What had to be said could ill afford prying ears.

"'Tis one of the Eldar, come from Valinor." She walked over to the window, looked down at the motley group below her and closed the shutters.

"Almeric has arrived?" She turned to face Ulric.

Ulric nodded, but was not going to be so easily manipulated, "Wait, Elyen." He watched her carefully as she turned her gaze on his face. He could see an inner light within her he had not seen there before.

"An Eldar? From Valinor?" He asked her, disbelieving his own words. He shook his head when he saw her nod.

"That cannot be. The world is closed off. The Eldar cannot return to the world. You told me yourself this much."

Elyen nodded, "Aye, and it is true. Save if the Valar command it and in this case they have."

Ulric frowned, "There is more to this elf than you are telling me, isn't there?"

Elyen sat at the foot of Ulric's bed, uncertain where to begin. "He is one I know."

Ulric looked at the ceiling and crossed his arms. "I see." He came to sit beside her, "Perhaps an old lover?"

Elyen turned and glared at Ulric. "Why do you ask it so?"

Ulric smiled, "Because if it were me, I'd brave all the fires of hell itself to be with the one I loved." He patted her hand. "Only love, and a great love at that, would force an Eldar to forsake the Undying Lands for this place we Men have made."

Elyen pursed her lips. "But our farce cannot end now, Ulric. It has gone on far too long. We are both known and trusted as a betrothed couple. It is how you can freely move about Henry's Courts, as Duke of Ormsby, and I can have the ear of Men. Through you." She turned and gave him a meaningful look.

Ulric sighed, "I know. It is unfortunate that women cannot be given the same quarter as men -- but that will change one day."

"I cannot wait for that day, Ulric." Elyen left the bed. "Even now, events conspire against York and Henry. War will come sooner than we all think."

"This is not a thing I wish to hear," Ulric admitted. Just as he was crossing in front of Elyen, she reached for him. Ulric turned with a questioning glance.

"Are you in love with Anysse Fitzwalter?" She asked suddenly, the question catching Ulric like a thunderbolt.

Ulric stared hard at his old friend and then dropped his gaze. "Yes."

Elyen smiled and came to stand closer to him. With compassion in her voice, she said, "I wish I could help you."

Ulric gave Elyen a small smile and said, "I wish you could too."

"Sometimes the Lords of the West give us a challenge that seems impossible for our hearts to bear. But we do. And in the end we see that what is meant to be shall be no matter what."

Ulric understood her words. He had told himself the same thing a thousand times over. Now that Elyen had guessed at the truth, he no longer felt he was carrying a burden for he had never liked keeping things from her. It was usually impossible anyway.

"She will make her decision to-night." Elyen counseled him. "And perhaps it shall not be as we think or hope."

Ulric did not answer, wondering what her cryptic words might mean.

"In the meantime, I wish you to meet my elvish friend. I am sure you are going to be a surprise for him."

Ulric frowned, "Why so?"

Elyen merely laughed and led him from the room.

~*~*~*~*~

Elyen and Ulric reached the South Tower and came across Osvald dozing upon the bench outside of Haldir's room. At their presence, he awakened and jumped to his feet.

"My Lady, My Lord is resting within," he said, bowing, "I can rouse him for ye."

Elyen motioned for the man to sit, "Nay, thank you, Osvald. We shall awaken him."

Opening the door, followed closely by Ulric, she stepped inside the chamber.

The room was in total darkness. Since she did not possess the same abilities of the elves, she could not see if Haldir slept on the bed, so Elyen carefully made her way toward it, calling his name softly.

Abruptly, a light flared behind her and Elyen turned. Ulric had lit a candle. Its light illuminated the small room. Turning, she could see the chamber was empty. She saw the window was wide open.

"Haldir!" she whispered loudly, coming to stand by the window and looking up and down the ramparts. "Haldir!"

High above her, Haldir heard his name on the wind and recognized Elyen's voice. The time he had taken to contemplate the night had helped him calm his wounded heart and he gracefully stood and began to drop down toward his chamber.

Meantime, Elyen was still standing at the open window, calling his name softly.

Ulric watched Elyen quietly, his eyebrows arched in surprise. Just as he was about to take a step toward the window, he saw a tall, lithe figure drop inside the room. Because of his Numenorean blood, Ulric was able to see Haldir. To another's eyes, the elf would have simply been a shadow.

Ulric checked his movements and stood still, watching the stranger carefully. So, he thought, this was an elf? In a moment, the Elf had pushed the cloak behind him and pulled its hood off his head.

Ulric saw a muscular, broad-shouldered male, with long blonde hair, loose at the back and at the sides gathered into two thick braids. The face was as youthful and unmarked as was Elyen's. He was tall. Taller than himself, Ulric realized, and he knew he towered over most men in this land. Ulric could see power there and the being exuded a great presence, a great magnetism. As he watched, the Elf bent over closer to Elyen, and he saw the being's eyes. Nearly feline, silver eyes that looked upon Elyen with a gentle emotion Ulric knew was love. Several words were quietly exchanged between the pair and Ulric could see that like the Elf, Elyen's posture was one of attraction and interest. It was obvious to Ulric they were drawn to each other, that there was a tension there. However, more than that he could not see for both guarded their movements well.

Yet, Haldir and Elyen were still able to exchange some private conversation even in Ulric's presence.

Haldir's gaze ran down Elyen's form and he smiled, "You do me honor, my Lady."

Understanding his meaning, Elyen's gaze had fastened on Haldir's eyes and she smiled in return. "I am happy 'tis to your satisfaction."

This drew a guarded smile from Haldir, "Perhaps satisfaction is not the word I would use," but he saw her wounded look and quickly amended his words, "instead, I would describe your courtesy as providing me immense gratification and pleasure."

Haldir saw that this pleased Elyen and he allowed his eyes to soften, and his voice to whisper, "Nîn luithiach."

Elyen smiled and answered, "Glass nîn le cened." She half turned toward Ulric and grinned. "Forgive us, Ulric."

Ulric gave Elyen a small smile and answered, "Be sure I heard naught of what was said." In truth he had not, for although he understood a few words of elvish, they had in fact spoken in such low tones so as to be out of the range of human hearing.

Ulric saw that Elyen leaned toward Haldir once more and he waited patiently.

Then the Elf straightened and Ulric found himself being scrutinized by those silver eyes which had suddenly grown hard and distant.

Elyen turned. "Ulric, this is Haldir of Lorien. He has come from the West to bear me to Valinor." She turned and smiled at Haldir.

Ulric placed the candle he held on a table nearby and walked closer to Haldir. He could see the Elf was heavily armed. He bowed, "Welcome to Arda, mae govannen."

When he straightened, Ulric saw an amused gleam in Haldir's eyes and he glanced at Elyen before turning his eyes back to Ulric's face, "Suilad."

Ulric looked back at Elyen and understood finally what she had meant about the elves. Enchanting creatures, he thought. No wonder men and women had fallen under their spell. This Elf was a tall, fair being whose voice reminded Ulric of delicate bell tones. As beautiful as the Elf was, Ulric realized he was in the presence of real power and strength. This was no Elf from the fairy tales of old. This was a being of intelligence and purpose, someone who could prove to be a formidable ally or dangerous foe.

Looking back at Haldir, Ulric smiled, growing somewhat nervous under the intense silver glare.

"Haldir," Elyen began and Haldir broke his inspection of the man and turned his gaze back to Elyen. "This is Ulric. His family has been at my side since I came to Arda. In an unbroken succession, they have facilitated my entry into the courts of power, as my heralds and messengers."

Haldir turned his gaze upon Ulric once. "'Tis a noble and arduous task, to be sure." He said.

While Ulric acknowledged the truth of Haldir's words, he could detect an undercurrent of something altogether different. He looked at Haldir to find the Elf was still staring at him, as if waiting for a response. Was it animosity the Elf was conveying?

Ulric bowed his thanks. "Aye, dangerous in times such as these, when two men vie for the same throne."

Haldir arched one eyebrow. "Indeed, this is often a weakness of those in power."

Ulric did not know how to respond to this statement for he was not familiar with the histories of the Eldar.

Elyen crossed the space between them and came to stand before Ulric. "Tell me, Haldir, does Ulric not remind you of someone?"

Haldir crossed his arms and looked down at Elyen, and then raised his eyes to Ulric's face. Confused, Ulric looked at both and then heard Haldir's response.

"He is the mirror image of Faramir of Gondor."

Ulric stood frozen in time. Faramir of Gondor? He was a descendant of that line to be sure, but Haldir knew exactly what Faramir had once looked like? While he knew the Eldar were immortal as was Elyen, the full enormity of that fact had never impacted him until now. That this being could recall the face of a man who had lived thousand years before was humbling and disconcerting.

Suddenly, he felt sorrow for these beings, to live with such long memories.

Ulric saw Elyen nod, "Ulric is a direct descendant of that noble Numenorean line."

Haldir nodded and Ulric saw a flicker of appreciation in the Elf's eyes before it was veiled again. He had already realized Haldir was not a force to toy with.

Ulric took a deep breath, suddenly uncomfortable before these two great beings. Elyen noted the change and gazed at Haldir who simply shrugged.

"Ulric, if Almeric has already arrived at Rowan Bold, then perhaps it is time we too made an entrance." She reached out for Haldir.

"I am expected to join in this revelry as well?" Came the sarcastic remark from Haldir.

Elyen frowned. Haldir had never used that tone with her before and she disliked it. So she enveloped herself in an air of Maia power and retorted, "Yes, you are expected to join in this revelry."

Haldir frowned, "For what possible reason?"

He could feel her amassing her power. Elyen was perplexed at the sudden change in him. She had seen this side of him before, difficult, imposing, imperious and regal, but there was always a very good reason for that demeanor. Why now?

Cocking her head to one side, Elyen approached Haldir and looked deeply into his eyes. "It is not coincidence, I think, that the Valar sent you hither at this time." She focused her will on her words.

Haldir's silver eyes warmed on Elyen's face. "Save me your spells, Maia." Haldir said quietly, an amused glint appearing in the depth of his eyes. Slowly, conscious that they were not alone, but not really caring, Haldir reached out toward Elyen's face, and smoothed a knuckle against an alabaster cheek. Pleased at her sharp inhaled breath and closed eyes, he leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on the tip of her nose.

"I have no defenses against you. I will go." He said softly, watching her still-closed eyes.
Ulric was shocked. Never had he spoken to Elyen in that manner. From her response, it seemed to Ulric that this was a familiarity and intimacy shared by them from times past.

The air suddenly grew thick with tension. Ulric frowned. Whatever was going on, it had to do with those two only. He was certainly the odd man out.

Smiling, Elyen opened her eyes and stared into Haldir's silver gaze for a few moments, her heart hammering in her chest. She saw him arch an eyebrow but not respond. Instead, she draped her arm around Haldir and tugged, "My heart says your presence to-night is but the will of the Valar." She felt the muscles of his arm stiffen. It was difficult for her to be in his presence after all the time that had passed between them and not feel the need to embrace him or kiss him. She was finding it increasingly difficult to be near Haldir and not be physically affected. She had always been able to separate her emotions from her duty. Yet, now, she felt almost overwhelmed by the sheer masculinity of him. When he had whispered and caressed her -- it had almost been too much.

"Haldir," Elyen breathed softly, "Please heed me and come." She looked up and down at his weapons. "You will need to leave those here. The sight of your weapons will only make things more difficult."

Haldir gave her a serious look but removed his bow and quiver and unbelted his sword and rope, but kept his concealed knives. Placing his weapons on the bed, he allowed her to pull him along.

Ulric let them pass ahead of him and pinched the candle out with his thumb and forefinger. Closing the door softly behind him, they passed a dozing Osvald, and he followed the couple down the stone stair.

~*~*~*~*~

KEY:

Journeyman = a person who works for another person.

maethor nîn = my warrior

meluiel = lovely one

Naugrim = Dwarves

Periannath = Hobbits

Easterlings = Men of the East, fighting for Morgoth and later on becoming the foes of the Free People of Earth.

Nîn luithiach = You enchant me.

Glass nîn le cened = It is my joy to see thee

mae govannen = well met

Suilad = greetings

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