I Will Never Forsake You
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The Healing House
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The Healing House
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The Healing House at Imladris was a large one story building separate from the main house, situated not far from the stables. It consisted of a large ward which held approximately twenty-five beds, three private rooms usually reserved for nobility, eight small two-bed rooms, the private quarters of the healers, the herb room, kitchen, and solarium.
It was so designed that the rooms housing the injured received the morning sun, in the hopes that the cheerful rays of Anor would lift the spirit and dispel some of the gloom that was always associated with illness or hurt. The solarium was a small sunny place of solace and rest with cozy nooks where those recuperating from illness could sit and enjoy a sense of the outdoors without having to dressbe ebe exposed to the elements.
The building was entered through a double archway which fronted a wide central corridor lined with benches and potted plants. The corridor ran the entire length of the house and exited at a stone path which led to an extensive garden of herbs and flowering plants grown specifically for medicinal purposes.
Although Lord Elrond was a Master healer in his own right, and well respected throughout the land, it was Master Healer Anaran and his wife Miradhel who oversaw the day to day operations and management of the house itself. Miradhel's knowledge of herb craft was extensive, and it was she, along with two apprentice healers that cared for and tended the various plants and gardens, harvesting and drying the tender leaves and roots, bottling and labeling them according to their content and usage. Anaran currently had one permanent journeyman healer, and two others in training, so the house was well staffed and prepared for any emergency.
The herb room was where most of the medicines were stored, and contained a small stove for heating water, a large sink, various cabinets and shelves which were used for the mixing and storing of the healing plants and flowers, and a large table and chairs.
The healing rooms were bright and airy and designed with comfort in mind. Each occupant would have his or her own night stand, chest of drawers, visitor's chairs, washbasin, footstool, and a windowed view of the snow-capped blue mountains that surrounded the Elven realm. Currently there were only five patients in residence, all warriors; three in the ward and two in private rooms. Four had been injured in the skirmish with the bandits; one from a mishap at daily practice. Of the five, Tebring had the most serious hurts.
Two elves were seated on a bench in the main hall when Lindir entered the healing house after breakfast. They were his comrades-in-arms, Garion and Tambor. Garion was a long time resident of Imladris. Much older than Lindir and Tambor, he was a highly intelligent Elf with a quiet and dignified manner. Second in command of Lindir's unit, he was the one the warriors turned to when they had a problem or just needed a companionable ear. Tall, with honey-colored hair and light green eyes that always seemed to radiate warmth and affection, he was well-liked and respected by not only the troops, but others as well.
Tambor was smaller in stature, with dark straight hair cut even with his shoulders, almond shaped brown eyes, and a highly energetic nature. At least this was his normal personality. But today he was slumped over in misery, his hair mussed and lank, his bright eyes red and tear-stained.
Garion had his arm around Tambor's shoulder and was whispering in his ear when Lindir approached. "Has Tebring awakened yet?" he asked the older Elf.
Garion glanced at Tambor and paused a moment before replying. "He has, Lindir, and before you ask, yes, Lord Elrond has told him about his leg." We have been here all night, and Master Anaran has been kind enough to talk with us every so often about his condition. Tebring awoke early this morning. Elrond was with him and broke the news as gently as he could. "Tebring took it quite calmly....perhaps too calmly."
"What do you mean by that?", Lindir asked, a look of concern on his face.
"Lord Elrond told us the usual reaction of an Elf losing a limb would be shock, denial, and for a while, deep despair. Tebring evinced none of those symptoms. He just asked to see Tambor, which at first we thought was a good sign. But..."
At this, Tambor interrupted. "He does not wish to see me any more ," he said with a quaver in his voice as tears filled his eyes. "He says he is releasing me from our bond, and when h-his stump, as he calls it, is healed, he will sail over the sea." At this, the dark-haired Elf broke down completely and sobbed against Garion's shoulder.
"He can not mean what he says, Tambor," Lindir said softly. "It is only his shock that is making him say these words. He loves you deeply, gwador, (1) everyone knows that. Give him a few days and he will change his mind."
"Nay, Lindir," Tambor whispered. "We have talked about this before. It was one of those moments when we were just thinking, what if, and he said if he ever was crippled he would go to Valinor. At the time, I just laughed. But he was in earnest. He said that if he could not complete his purpose on Middle Earth that he would not stay and be a burden to others. I jokingly asked him if he would not stay out of love for me, and he looked at me directly and told me, no. It hurt, and I told him so, and he just said he did not want to talk about it any more. I-I stayed angry at him for a while, and then, well, it was foolish being angry over something that I thought would never happen, so I forgot about it. But it has happened, Lindir, and he is going to leave me."
"Oh, Tambor, surely you are mistaken. His pride is hurt and he is in denial right now. When he has time to think things out he will change his mind. You two have been together too long for him to make such a hasty decision." Lindir spoke these words out of concern for his friend, but in the back of his mind he was wondering what he would do if he was in Tebring's place. Would he want to force Glorfindel to be saddled with an invalid? An involuntary shudder ran down his spine. He could not bear thinking along those lines. Poor Tebring, poor Tambor. What a crushing blow to befall his friends. He opened his mouth to say something soothing to Tambor, but quickly closed it, as no thought came to mind. Slightly embarrassed, he looked down at the floor, feeling somewhat sick and shaky.
"You do not understand, Lindir. I do not think Tebring is going to sail. I think he just told me that to keep me away. He is fading, Lindir. Already his eyes are dead. I pleaded with him, begged him to reconsider, to let me stay by his side and help him through this. He never raised his voice, just told Lord Elrond that he wanted me to leave. He would not look at me. You have come in vain, Lindir. He will not see you. Nor Garion, nor Glorfindel, no one. And do not bother trying to tell me he will decide differently. Lord Elrond thinks he is fading also, and his concern is that it is happening so fast. What am I going to do without him, Lindir?. He is my life "
Lindir sat down on the bench and along with Garion, tried his best to comfort his friend. He knew not what to say, except that he was sorry. Stroking the other's hair he told Tambor that he would be there for him and help in any way he could. "We will just have to find a way to bring him back, Tambor. Do not give up hope yet. We will fight for him gwador (1), all of us. Please, Tambor, do not up. up. He loves you. Once he sees how much this will hurt you he will have to stay."
Tambor could not answer. The three sat a long time on the bench, holding each other, feeling each other's pain. Finally, Garion told Lindir to go. "I will stay with Tambor, Lindir. He needs to eat and get some rest. Come back later. We will get in touch with you if there are any changes." Reluctantly, Lindir agreed.
"Thank you, Lindir", Tambor said softly. Garion is right. There is nothing you can really do right now, We will need all our strength later. I will not give up, Lindir. I can not lose him. If he fades, I will also. Go eat, it is almost time for lunch. Lord Elrond promised to come talk with us a little later. We will let you know what he has to say."
Lindir gave both his comrades a hug and a wistful smile, then turned and made his way out of the Healing house, heading back towards the Manor. Hioughoughts were heavy as he walked down the path. So much so that he did not notice at first that Haldir had joined him.
"You look troubled, Meldir (2). Do you wish to talk?" Haldir had figured that Lindir would visit Tebring, and had been on his way to the Healing House to find him when he saw the minstrel heading his way. He was concerned about Tebring's condition and Lindir's reaction to it, but also wished to ask his friend how things had gone with Glorfindel. For the Sensechal had left early this morning for patrol and Haldir had not had a chance to speak with him.
"If you do not mind, Haldir. There is much I have to tell you, but I wish our conversation to be private. Would you mind skipping lunch in the dining hall and eat with me in my room instead?" I would enjoy that, Lindir," Haldir replied. "Why do you not let me arrange with the kitchen to have a tray sent up and I will meet you back at your chambers.
"Nay, Haldir." It is my turn this time. Let me go talk with the kitchen staff and you meet me back here. Lindir felt bad about what had happened yesterday and wanted to make it up to the March Warden.
"Why do we not just go together, Lindir," Haldir said, giving the minstrel an amused glance. After lunch, if you are up to it, we will go down to the market and see what we can do about your gift to Glorfindel. I have not forgotten my promise, you know. We will be back by the time he gets off patrol, if you need to speak with him." Haldir looked at Lindir slyly. "Do you want to tell me anything about last night?"
The sudden light that sparked in Lindir's eyes told Haldir all he needed to know. "You told him, I see, and it looks like you might have some good news for me?" Lindir was about to speak, but Haldir placed a finger on his lips. "I can see you're bursting to tell me, but wait until we get lunch arranged. Then you can tell me over a glass of wine." He gave his friend a quick hug, then grabbed his hand and headed for the kitchen.
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Glorfindel had awakened after only about three hours sleep, for the first time in a long while, regretting that he had to ride out early on patrol. It would have been so nice just to lay in bed curled up next to his love, and to be t to to watch his beautiful Elf when he awoke. But alas, duty called. As quietly as he could he entangled himself from Lindir's arms and moved gently off the bed. The minstrel mumbled a bit in his sleep and reached out an arm as if searching for the warm body that had held him close through the night, but soon settled down and was at peace once more. Glorfindel placed a gentle kiss on Lindir's forehead, then quickly dressed in the same clothes he had on last night and quietly left the room, heading for his own quarters.
Once he reached his suite, he quickly stripped off his garments then went into his private bath and filled the tub with warm water. When it was full, he stepped in and stretched out his legs, enjoying the soothing feel of the water as it caressed his body and relaxed his muscles. Leaning back he wet his head, then poured a small amount of aromatic liquid soap into his hand and began to wash his long golden hair. The minty smell of the soap made him feel refreshed and more awake, ready to start the new day. Rinsing his hair with clear water, he quickly bathed the rest of his body, then drained the tub and dried himself off with one of the linen towels that the maids delivered fresh and clean to his room each morning.
Heading to his dresser, he picked up his comb and began to work the tangles out of his hair. He was running a bit behind schedule, so instead of his usual warrior braids, he plaited his hair in one long braid down his back then bound it with a leather cord. He selected a pair of worn leather leggings from his wardrobe, pulled them over his hips, then slipped into a thin undershirt over which he placed a well worn leather tunic. Quickly tying off the laces, he donned his belt, and the leather harness which held his quiver and knives, then strapped on his armbands and glove. Deciding not to wear his cape, he folded it neatly and packed it in his carry bag. Pulling on his boots, he tucked a pair of short knives into the inner pockets, then sheathing his sword and picking up his bow, headed out to the stables.
The sky was just starting to lighten when he reached the wooden structure. One of the lads greeted him warmly and offered to pour him a cup of tea. Accepting the offer gratefully, he sipped at the warm liquid while waiting for the lad to lead Asfaloth, his white stallion from the stall. The great horse was full of energy this morning, and at the sight of hister,ter, gave a loud snort, then trotted up to Glorfindel and nudged the warrior with his nose, trying to reach the pocket that usually held an apple or one of his favorite treats. With a wide grin, the Seneschal pulled a fat red apple from his pocket and watched as velvet lips delicately plucked the ripe fruit from his palm. Asfaloth seemed to truly enjoy these morning rituals, and once he had finished the tasty snack, stood waiting patiently for his master to mount so they could begin the morning ride out to the woods. Usually they would start at a canter, then his master would let him have his head and they would fly down the road at a fast gallop, the wind in their hair, both horse and rider enjoying the freedom of the moment and the bond between old friends.
A rosy glow was beginning to show on the horizon when Glorfindel and Asfaloth reached the first checkpoint. The shifts had just changed, and the night duty officer pulled the Seneschal aside to give him his report. All had gone well and the borders at the moment were quiet. Glorfindel dismissed the officer and went to talk with the guardians that had just come on duty. Double-checking the schedule and the plans for this day, he left soon after and headed for the next guard talan. He would continue his rounds, meeting with each unit head, before finally joining his patrol to search their assigned area for signs of trouble or unrest. He was in a great mood. The day loo looking to be fine weather wise, and his night with Lindir had lifted his spirits and made him eager to face whatever the world brought his way.
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Lindir could not help but smile as he watched the March Warden flirt with Eowidith, the head cook. The silver-haired Elf could charm the pants off a dwarf if he tried hard enough. And Eowidith was as close to a dwarf as an Elf could get, at least in temperament. She guarded her terrain with the ferocity of a she-bear protecting it's cubs, and she especially hated the thought of Elves eating in their rooms, for did not she and her staff spend hours setting up and laying things out perfect in the dining hall for the express purpose of pleasing these same Elves three times a day. Even Lord Elrond would try to find one of the lesser cooks to speak with when he had to make arrangements in the kitchen. If it were not for her grand culinary skills, Eowidith would surely never have the position she did today, for tact and diplomacy were two words that did not exist in her vocabulary.
Therefore, it was with amazement that Lindir watched Haldir charm the sour-faced black-haired Elf till she was almost cooing in delight. Nothing was good enough for her Lorien visitor, and soon a tray was prepared that was filled with more delicacies than Lindir and Haldir could eat in a week. Not to mention a bottle of one of Mirkwood's finest wines. The old hag even promised to deliver it to Lindir'sm hem herself, although she did redeem herself by giving the minstrel an evil look and telling him that two of the blueberry tarts were reserved specifically for the March Warden.
Lindir was still shaking his head in amazement when they left the kitchen and started walking towards the section of the building that housed the sleeping chambers. "I do not see how you do it, Haldir," Lindir said, laughing at his friends puzzled look. "We all hide when Eowidith is in the kitchen. Even Lord Elrond secretly lives in fear of her temper. Erestor is the onlf inf in Imladris that she halfway tolerates to disturb her domain, and yet you had her so wrapped around your little finger that I bet in five more minutes she would have been showing you the larder and trying to tuck you in her pantry "
Haldir raised his dark eyebrows and arranged his face in that arrogant smirk that was such a familiar trademark. "Shame on you, Lindir. She is a sweet lady, you just have to know how to get on her good side. Why she even told me you need to eat more. She worries about you, thinks you are way too thin." Haldir did not crack a smile as he continued to talk about the head cook's virtues. Although he did give the minstrel a quick wink. He had Lindir laughing so hard he thought his sides would split. Each time the minstrel brought to mind the picture of stone-faced Eowidith flirting with the March Warden, fresh peals of laughter erupted from his lips.
He remembered the long ago days when the old cook used to chase him and Tebring around threatening to bean them on the head with her old black skillet if they stole another cookie or tart from the cooling trays in the kitchen. They used to live in dread of the old witch actually catching them, although her fiery temper and evil eye still somehow never kept them from trying to snatch the tempting desserts the next time they smelled their delicious aroma. Lindir sobered immediately at the thought of Tebring. The thought of losing such a good friend brought tears to his eyes. The light-hearted Elf had been the first friend his own age that he made at Imladris. For a long time, his only friend. He could not be fading, he just could not leave them like that.
Haldir noticed Lindir's change in manner and stopped his teasing. The two walked for a ways in silence, when Lindir suddenly stopped before a door and told Haldir to wait in the corridor, that he wanted to get something and would only be a minute. After slipping quietly into the room, true to his word, he was back out in just a few moments, a lap harp clutched under his arm. When Haldir looked at him in surprise, he smiled at the March Warden. "Glorfindel told me you played. I thought if you liked, we could play a bit together later."
"Glorfindel has a big mouth," Haldir said with a wry smile. "I have nowhere near your talent, Lindir, but playing with you could only help me to improve my skill. Besides, I would play a stick if it would guarantee a command performance all my own from the best Harper in Imladris." Lindir blushed at the compliment. Haldir had a way of making his troubles take a backseat. Lindir could see why his men loved their commander so dearly. He wondered at the tales he had heard about the March Warden and the way he so cavalierly tossed one lover aside for another. Somehow, although he could picture Haldir as a flirt, he could not imagine his friend treating another Elf so coldly. Perhaps he would ask Glorfindel for the truth about all the rumors. His thoughts were interrupted as they had arrived at the door to his room, and Haldir had already opened it and was ushering him inside.
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The Trackers
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The woods were quiet, too quiet, too still. The normal chatter of the forest animals was gone, and the air around them was hot and oppressive. Hanging vines clutched at their faces as they led their horses close to the trunks of the massive trees, trying to stay within the shadows. They were following a trail of blood that led from an area where it appeared there had been some sort of scuffle or fight. Glorfindel was in the lead, the other two guardians in single file behind him. All had their arrows nocked in their bows, muscles tensed, eyes and senses alert to any sudden movement or unusual noise.
Sighting a bent branch with drops of wet red blood smeared on the leaves, Glorfindel urged his mount in that direction. Whomever or whatever had left the trail was hurting badly, and was traveling at a rapid pace. So they were seeking at least two, the hunter and his prey. The Seneschal had already sent a guard back for reenforcements, just in case. After the attack by the bandits the other day it would not hurt to be too careful.
It was already past time for their shift to end, but they would stay on the trail till they found out what lay at its end. Continuing their slow search, the three Elves realized their quarry was slowing down. Considering how long they had been traveling, whomever it was had to have lost quite a bit of blood. Guiding Asfaloth around a particular wicked hanging vine, Glorfindel tensed, then ducked just in time as a knife flew past his ear and embedded deeply into the trunk of a tree behind him. Before he could make another movement, loud cries filled the and and the three Elves found themselves in the fight of their lives.
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Sindarin words and phrases used in this chapter.
1. gwador - brother (as in sworn brother)
2. meldir - friend
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The Healing House
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The Healing House at Imladris was a large one story building separate from the main house, situated not far from the stables. It consisted of a large ward which held approximately twenty-five beds, three private rooms usually reserved for nobility, eight small two-bed rooms, the private quarters of the healers, the herb room, kitchen, and solarium.
It was so designed that the rooms housing the injured received the morning sun, in the hopes that the cheerful rays of Anor would lift the spirit and dispel some of the gloom that was always associated with illness or hurt. The solarium was a small sunny place of solace and rest with cozy nooks where those recuperating from illness could sit and enjoy a sense of the outdoors without having to dressbe ebe exposed to the elements.
The building was entered through a double archway which fronted a wide central corridor lined with benches and potted plants. The corridor ran the entire length of the house and exited at a stone path which led to an extensive garden of herbs and flowering plants grown specifically for medicinal purposes.
Although Lord Elrond was a Master healer in his own right, and well respected throughout the land, it was Master Healer Anaran and his wife Miradhel who oversaw the day to day operations and management of the house itself. Miradhel's knowledge of herb craft was extensive, and it was she, along with two apprentice healers that cared for and tended the various plants and gardens, harvesting and drying the tender leaves and roots, bottling and labeling them according to their content and usage. Anaran currently had one permanent journeyman healer, and two others in training, so the house was well staffed and prepared for any emergency.
The herb room was where most of the medicines were stored, and contained a small stove for heating water, a large sink, various cabinets and shelves which were used for the mixing and storing of the healing plants and flowers, and a large table and chairs.
The healing rooms were bright and airy and designed with comfort in mind. Each occupant would have his or her own night stand, chest of drawers, visitor's chairs, washbasin, footstool, and a windowed view of the snow-capped blue mountains that surrounded the Elven realm. Currently there were only five patients in residence, all warriors; three in the ward and two in private rooms. Four had been injured in the skirmish with the bandits; one from a mishap at daily practice. Of the five, Tebring had the most serious hurts.
Two elves were seated on a bench in the main hall when Lindir entered the healing house after breakfast. They were his comrades-in-arms, Garion and Tambor. Garion was a long time resident of Imladris. Much older than Lindir and Tambor, he was a highly intelligent Elf with a quiet and dignified manner. Second in command of Lindir's unit, he was the one the warriors turned to when they had a problem or just needed a companionable ear. Tall, with honey-colored hair and light green eyes that always seemed to radiate warmth and affection, he was well-liked and respected by not only the troops, but others as well.
Tambor was smaller in stature, with dark straight hair cut even with his shoulders, almond shaped brown eyes, and a highly energetic nature. At least this was his normal personality. But today he was slumped over in misery, his hair mussed and lank, his bright eyes red and tear-stained.
Garion had his arm around Tambor's shoulder and was whispering in his ear when Lindir approached. "Has Tebring awakened yet?" he asked the older Elf.
Garion glanced at Tambor and paused a moment before replying. "He has, Lindir, and before you ask, yes, Lord Elrond has told him about his leg." We have been here all night, and Master Anaran has been kind enough to talk with us every so often about his condition. Tebring awoke early this morning. Elrond was with him and broke the news as gently as he could. "Tebring took it quite calmly....perhaps too calmly."
"What do you mean by that?", Lindir asked, a look of concern on his face.
"Lord Elrond told us the usual reaction of an Elf losing a limb would be shock, denial, and for a while, deep despair. Tebring evinced none of those symptoms. He just asked to see Tambor, which at first we thought was a good sign. But..."
At this, Tambor interrupted. "He does not wish to see me any more ," he said with a quaver in his voice as tears filled his eyes. "He says he is releasing me from our bond, and when h-his stump, as he calls it, is healed, he will sail over the sea." At this, the dark-haired Elf broke down completely and sobbed against Garion's shoulder.
"He can not mean what he says, Tambor," Lindir said softly. "It is only his shock that is making him say these words. He loves you deeply, gwador, (1) everyone knows that. Give him a few days and he will change his mind."
"Nay, Lindir," Tambor whispered. "We have talked about this before. It was one of those moments when we were just thinking, what if, and he said if he ever was crippled he would go to Valinor. At the time, I just laughed. But he was in earnest. He said that if he could not complete his purpose on Middle Earth that he would not stay and be a burden to others. I jokingly asked him if he would not stay out of love for me, and he looked at me directly and told me, no. It hurt, and I told him so, and he just said he did not want to talk about it any more. I-I stayed angry at him for a while, and then, well, it was foolish being angry over something that I thought would never happen, so I forgot about it. But it has happened, Lindir, and he is going to leave me."
"Oh, Tambor, surely you are mistaken. His pride is hurt and he is in denial right now. When he has time to think things out he will change his mind. You two have been together too long for him to make such a hasty decision." Lindir spoke these words out of concern for his friend, but in the back of his mind he was wondering what he would do if he was in Tebring's place. Would he want to force Glorfindel to be saddled with an invalid? An involuntary shudder ran down his spine. He could not bear thinking along those lines. Poor Tebring, poor Tambor. What a crushing blow to befall his friends. He opened his mouth to say something soothing to Tambor, but quickly closed it, as no thought came to mind. Slightly embarrassed, he looked down at the floor, feeling somewhat sick and shaky.
"You do not understand, Lindir. I do not think Tebring is going to sail. I think he just told me that to keep me away. He is fading, Lindir. Already his eyes are dead. I pleaded with him, begged him to reconsider, to let me stay by his side and help him through this. He never raised his voice, just told Lord Elrond that he wanted me to leave. He would not look at me. You have come in vain, Lindir. He will not see you. Nor Garion, nor Glorfindel, no one. And do not bother trying to tell me he will decide differently. Lord Elrond thinks he is fading also, and his concern is that it is happening so fast. What am I going to do without him, Lindir?. He is my life "
Lindir sat down on the bench and along with Garion, tried his best to comfort his friend. He knew not what to say, except that he was sorry. Stroking the other's hair he told Tambor that he would be there for him and help in any way he could. "We will just have to find a way to bring him back, Tambor. Do not give up hope yet. We will fight for him gwador (1), all of us. Please, Tambor, do not up. up. He loves you. Once he sees how much this will hurt you he will have to stay."
Tambor could not answer. The three sat a long time on the bench, holding each other, feeling each other's pain. Finally, Garion told Lindir to go. "I will stay with Tambor, Lindir. He needs to eat and get some rest. Come back later. We will get in touch with you if there are any changes." Reluctantly, Lindir agreed.
"Thank you, Lindir", Tambor said softly. Garion is right. There is nothing you can really do right now, We will need all our strength later. I will not give up, Lindir. I can not lose him. If he fades, I will also. Go eat, it is almost time for lunch. Lord Elrond promised to come talk with us a little later. We will let you know what he has to say."
Lindir gave both his comrades a hug and a wistful smile, then turned and made his way out of the Healing house, heading back towards the Manor. Hioughoughts were heavy as he walked down the path. So much so that he did not notice at first that Haldir had joined him.
"You look troubled, Meldir (2). Do you wish to talk?" Haldir had figured that Lindir would visit Tebring, and had been on his way to the Healing House to find him when he saw the minstrel heading his way. He was concerned about Tebring's condition and Lindir's reaction to it, but also wished to ask his friend how things had gone with Glorfindel. For the Sensechal had left early this morning for patrol and Haldir had not had a chance to speak with him.
"If you do not mind, Haldir. There is much I have to tell you, but I wish our conversation to be private. Would you mind skipping lunch in the dining hall and eat with me in my room instead?" I would enjoy that, Lindir," Haldir replied. "Why do you not let me arrange with the kitchen to have a tray sent up and I will meet you back at your chambers.
"Nay, Haldir." It is my turn this time. Let me go talk with the kitchen staff and you meet me back here. Lindir felt bad about what had happened yesterday and wanted to make it up to the March Warden.
"Why do we not just go together, Lindir," Haldir said, giving the minstrel an amused glance. After lunch, if you are up to it, we will go down to the market and see what we can do about your gift to Glorfindel. I have not forgotten my promise, you know. We will be back by the time he gets off patrol, if you need to speak with him." Haldir looked at Lindir slyly. "Do you want to tell me anything about last night?"
The sudden light that sparked in Lindir's eyes told Haldir all he needed to know. "You told him, I see, and it looks like you might have some good news for me?" Lindir was about to speak, but Haldir placed a finger on his lips. "I can see you're bursting to tell me, but wait until we get lunch arranged. Then you can tell me over a glass of wine." He gave his friend a quick hug, then grabbed his hand and headed for the kitchen.
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Glorfindel had awakened after only about three hours sleep, for the first time in a long while, regretting that he had to ride out early on patrol. It would have been so nice just to lay in bed curled up next to his love, and to be t to to watch his beautiful Elf when he awoke. But alas, duty called. As quietly as he could he entangled himself from Lindir's arms and moved gently off the bed. The minstrel mumbled a bit in his sleep and reached out an arm as if searching for the warm body that had held him close through the night, but soon settled down and was at peace once more. Glorfindel placed a gentle kiss on Lindir's forehead, then quickly dressed in the same clothes he had on last night and quietly left the room, heading for his own quarters.
Once he reached his suite, he quickly stripped off his garments then went into his private bath and filled the tub with warm water. When it was full, he stepped in and stretched out his legs, enjoying the soothing feel of the water as it caressed his body and relaxed his muscles. Leaning back he wet his head, then poured a small amount of aromatic liquid soap into his hand and began to wash his long golden hair. The minty smell of the soap made him feel refreshed and more awake, ready to start the new day. Rinsing his hair with clear water, he quickly bathed the rest of his body, then drained the tub and dried himself off with one of the linen towels that the maids delivered fresh and clean to his room each morning.
Heading to his dresser, he picked up his comb and began to work the tangles out of his hair. He was running a bit behind schedule, so instead of his usual warrior braids, he plaited his hair in one long braid down his back then bound it with a leather cord. He selected a pair of worn leather leggings from his wardrobe, pulled them over his hips, then slipped into a thin undershirt over which he placed a well worn leather tunic. Quickly tying off the laces, he donned his belt, and the leather harness which held his quiver and knives, then strapped on his armbands and glove. Deciding not to wear his cape, he folded it neatly and packed it in his carry bag. Pulling on his boots, he tucked a pair of short knives into the inner pockets, then sheathing his sword and picking up his bow, headed out to the stables.
The sky was just starting to lighten when he reached the wooden structure. One of the lads greeted him warmly and offered to pour him a cup of tea. Accepting the offer gratefully, he sipped at the warm liquid while waiting for the lad to lead Asfaloth, his white stallion from the stall. The great horse was full of energy this morning, and at the sight of hister,ter, gave a loud snort, then trotted up to Glorfindel and nudged the warrior with his nose, trying to reach the pocket that usually held an apple or one of his favorite treats. With a wide grin, the Seneschal pulled a fat red apple from his pocket and watched as velvet lips delicately plucked the ripe fruit from his palm. Asfaloth seemed to truly enjoy these morning rituals, and once he had finished the tasty snack, stood waiting patiently for his master to mount so they could begin the morning ride out to the woods. Usually they would start at a canter, then his master would let him have his head and they would fly down the road at a fast gallop, the wind in their hair, both horse and rider enjoying the freedom of the moment and the bond between old friends.
A rosy glow was beginning to show on the horizon when Glorfindel and Asfaloth reached the first checkpoint. The shifts had just changed, and the night duty officer pulled the Seneschal aside to give him his report. All had gone well and the borders at the moment were quiet. Glorfindel dismissed the officer and went to talk with the guardians that had just come on duty. Double-checking the schedule and the plans for this day, he left soon after and headed for the next guard talan. He would continue his rounds, meeting with each unit head, before finally joining his patrol to search their assigned area for signs of trouble or unrest. He was in a great mood. The day loo looking to be fine weather wise, and his night with Lindir had lifted his spirits and made him eager to face whatever the world brought his way.
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Lindir could not help but smile as he watched the March Warden flirt with Eowidith, the head cook. The silver-haired Elf could charm the pants off a dwarf if he tried hard enough. And Eowidith was as close to a dwarf as an Elf could get, at least in temperament. She guarded her terrain with the ferocity of a she-bear protecting it's cubs, and she especially hated the thought of Elves eating in their rooms, for did not she and her staff spend hours setting up and laying things out perfect in the dining hall for the express purpose of pleasing these same Elves three times a day. Even Lord Elrond would try to find one of the lesser cooks to speak with when he had to make arrangements in the kitchen. If it were not for her grand culinary skills, Eowidith would surely never have the position she did today, for tact and diplomacy were two words that did not exist in her vocabulary.
Therefore, it was with amazement that Lindir watched Haldir charm the sour-faced black-haired Elf till she was almost cooing in delight. Nothing was good enough for her Lorien visitor, and soon a tray was prepared that was filled with more delicacies than Lindir and Haldir could eat in a week. Not to mention a bottle of one of Mirkwood's finest wines. The old hag even promised to deliver it to Lindir'sm hem herself, although she did redeem herself by giving the minstrel an evil look and telling him that two of the blueberry tarts were reserved specifically for the March Warden.
Lindir was still shaking his head in amazement when they left the kitchen and started walking towards the section of the building that housed the sleeping chambers. "I do not see how you do it, Haldir," Lindir said, laughing at his friends puzzled look. "We all hide when Eowidith is in the kitchen. Even Lord Elrond secretly lives in fear of her temper. Erestor is the onlf inf in Imladris that she halfway tolerates to disturb her domain, and yet you had her so wrapped around your little finger that I bet in five more minutes she would have been showing you the larder and trying to tuck you in her pantry "
Haldir raised his dark eyebrows and arranged his face in that arrogant smirk that was such a familiar trademark. "Shame on you, Lindir. She is a sweet lady, you just have to know how to get on her good side. Why she even told me you need to eat more. She worries about you, thinks you are way too thin." Haldir did not crack a smile as he continued to talk about the head cook's virtues. Although he did give the minstrel a quick wink. He had Lindir laughing so hard he thought his sides would split. Each time the minstrel brought to mind the picture of stone-faced Eowidith flirting with the March Warden, fresh peals of laughter erupted from his lips.
He remembered the long ago days when the old cook used to chase him and Tebring around threatening to bean them on the head with her old black skillet if they stole another cookie or tart from the cooling trays in the kitchen. They used to live in dread of the old witch actually catching them, although her fiery temper and evil eye still somehow never kept them from trying to snatch the tempting desserts the next time they smelled their delicious aroma. Lindir sobered immediately at the thought of Tebring. The thought of losing such a good friend brought tears to his eyes. The light-hearted Elf had been the first friend his own age that he made at Imladris. For a long time, his only friend. He could not be fading, he just could not leave them like that.
Haldir noticed Lindir's change in manner and stopped his teasing. The two walked for a ways in silence, when Lindir suddenly stopped before a door and told Haldir to wait in the corridor, that he wanted to get something and would only be a minute. After slipping quietly into the room, true to his word, he was back out in just a few moments, a lap harp clutched under his arm. When Haldir looked at him in surprise, he smiled at the March Warden. "Glorfindel told me you played. I thought if you liked, we could play a bit together later."
"Glorfindel has a big mouth," Haldir said with a wry smile. "I have nowhere near your talent, Lindir, but playing with you could only help me to improve my skill. Besides, I would play a stick if it would guarantee a command performance all my own from the best Harper in Imladris." Lindir blushed at the compliment. Haldir had a way of making his troubles take a backseat. Lindir could see why his men loved their commander so dearly. He wondered at the tales he had heard about the March Warden and the way he so cavalierly tossed one lover aside for another. Somehow, although he could picture Haldir as a flirt, he could not imagine his friend treating another Elf so coldly. Perhaps he would ask Glorfindel for the truth about all the rumors. His thoughts were interrupted as they had arrived at the door to his room, and Haldir had already opened it and was ushering him inside.
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The Trackers
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The woods were quiet, too quiet, too still. The normal chatter of the forest animals was gone, and the air around them was hot and oppressive. Hanging vines clutched at their faces as they led their horses close to the trunks of the massive trees, trying to stay within the shadows. They were following a trail of blood that led from an area where it appeared there had been some sort of scuffle or fight. Glorfindel was in the lead, the other two guardians in single file behind him. All had their arrows nocked in their bows, muscles tensed, eyes and senses alert to any sudden movement or unusual noise.
Sighting a bent branch with drops of wet red blood smeared on the leaves, Glorfindel urged his mount in that direction. Whomever or whatever had left the trail was hurting badly, and was traveling at a rapid pace. So they were seeking at least two, the hunter and his prey. The Seneschal had already sent a guard back for reenforcements, just in case. After the attack by the bandits the other day it would not hurt to be too careful.
It was already past time for their shift to end, but they would stay on the trail till they found out what lay at its end. Continuing their slow search, the three Elves realized their quarry was slowing down. Considering how long they had been traveling, whomever it was had to have lost quite a bit of blood. Guiding Asfaloth around a particular wicked hanging vine, Glorfindel tensed, then ducked just in time as a knife flew past his ear and embedded deeply into the trunk of a tree behind him. Before he could make another movement, loud cries filled the and and the three Elves found themselves in the fight of their lives.
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Sindarin words and phrases used in this chapter.
1. gwador - brother (as in sworn brother)
2. meldir - friend
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