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Author Topic: A Meeting at Night [Open]  (Read 81 times)

Lindsay-Haldir

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A Meeting at Night [Open]
« on: March 25, 2017, 05:35:06 PM »
Year: 3019 TA

Haldir still had his misgivings about the Lord and Lady allowing the fellowship into their realm. But it was not his place to tell them they should have done otherwise. Haldir's job was to protect the borders of Lothlórien from any evil looking to enter. He trusted that Celeborn and Galadriel knew what they were doing, even if their harboring the Ring Bearer likely meant the enemy's servants were not far behind and were going to bring their wrath down upon the Golden Wood.

He could only hope that they did not plan to stay long for two reasons. The first being the obvious one that the longer they stayed in Lothlórien the more danger Lothlórien was put in. The second being that the longer they delayed their quest the more dangerous it was going to grow. Haste and secrecy was what their quest needed to succeed. He wondered, though, with the wise Gandalf gone, what the chances were that they would actually succeed. He supposed everyone in Middle-earth would know the second they failed.

The sun had set a few hours ago. Haldir had been on watch all day. He could have-and would have preferred-spent the rest of the night at his position too, but the Lord and Lady, in these dark days, always wanted their marchwardens as vigilant and aware as possible which meant letting them rest. Although, rest came hard to Haldir these days, as any second he could be called upon to fight for his Lord and Lady-for his home and all of those he cared about.

He was making his way back to his talan when he heard a faint rustling of leaves. "Who is there?" he called out first in Sindarin and then repeated in Westron. There was no fear in his voice; only readiness to fight any evil creature that may have somehow snuck into their woods...if it was even an enemy to begin with. More likely someone was taking a late night walk and had strayed unknowingly so near the border.   

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