07.30.2021

I’m afraid I don’t have a concrete answer to this. It’s really just up to the imagination and what you want to set it too. 

You bring Haldir to the sea because he’s never seen one in a long time. King Thranduil has finally granted him to marry you but your father informs you first instead of him. Thranduil then tells you that you should be the one to tell Haldir that both of you can get married. 

When you brought Haldir there, he is overjoyed. After he adorably plays with the sand, you propose to him first and see surprise on his face. Little did you know he already has a sapphire ring in his pocket, one that matches your eyes. 

He asks you to marry him and even wants a wedding on this same beach with family (Haldir wants Legolas to be his best man, since he made your marriage possible) and some friends (Aragorn and others from the Fellowship of the Ring) 

Summary: The word of the day is choice, but for Haldir there is no choice. You are his Fae Gwedh, his soul mate, and he will stand by you forever. You on the other hand, were transported from a very modern world, and a not so great situation, into the equivalent of the middle ages with three brothers. After a hundred years, with little interaction from the outside world, you’re more than a little surprised when Gandalf sends you and your three younger brothers to Helms Deep for protection. When the location leads to you meeting an elf, and a touch leads to a bond, you set out on an adventure that you were sure you’d never have. And with more than a few tough decisions ahead, you know things are going to change, and hopefully it will be for the better.

Pairing: Haldir X Reader

Part 1,

    Your first thought is that it is hard to hear, with rain pouring and the screams of the orcs. It takes a lot of focus to hear through everything, to listen to Aragorn speak in the language of the elves. You know bits and pieces but not everything. That’s when a voice says, “He says to show no mercy.”

    You nod your head in thanks at the sight of the elf, the one your brother had approached earlier. “You are not one for words, are you mortal?”

    “I’ve found that sometime less is more, and in the moments that are perhaps leading up to my death, I’d rather think of my loved ones.”

    “You are a strange woman.”

    You smile, “The word you are looking for, is stubborn.”

    As Aragorn issues out another order he says, “Aim, but hold your fire.”

    You nod, withdrawing an arrow before notching it to the bow. You take several breaths before Aragorn issues an order that needs no translation, you let your arrow fly with purpose. You watch with satisfaction as it hits an orc in the eye. After that there is no talking only fighting. You find it strange the way the elf stays close to you, how when the orcs climb the wall he fights back to back with you.

    Adrenaline floods through your system, and it keeps you from feeling the cold of the rain. It happens as Aragorn calls for a retreat. You see the beast move out of the corner of your eye, and you let the arrow fly. It hits the orc before the orc can hit the elf, whose name you still don’t know. He nods his thanks before sending a dagger in an orc about to strike. You retreat to the keep, and you wait.

    When it’s time to move again you do so. And when you run out of arrows you take to using those that are on the ground. You don’t waste a single one. And when the light shines over the horizon and the riders of Rohan make their appearance, you allow your body to sag just slightly.

    As the rest of the orcs begin to flee the elf turns to you and says, “You fought well.”

    You raise an eyebrow, “For a woman?”

    “For a warrior.”

    You smile at that, and nod before leaning back against the wall. “My name is Haldir. Marchwarden of Lothlórien.” He holds out his ungloved hand and you straighten a bit.

    “Y/N. My name is Y/N.” And with that you place your hand in his. The heat rushes through you a moment later. In a way, it’s as though it’s burning you from the inside out, as it rushes through your blood. Hands steady you, as Haldir starts yelling something Sindarin. When it finishes you straighten your spine to find him staring at you.

You pull back slightly and your eyes go to a shocked Aragorn. He moves towards you, and you take several steps back, knowing that something big had just happened. When Haldir reaches for you, you take another two steps back. You find other elves there watching you, keeping you from leaving, when Aragorn barks an order, and they move ever so slightly, just enough to let you through.    

You take off at a run. Down to the caves which are now starting to empty. You find Sam at the mouth, next to Eowyn. She frowns at the sight of your face, but before she can say anything, Sam rushes you. You catch him, but this time you stumble ever so slightly. Eowyn’s eyes narrow, as you hug the boy to you. Pulling back, you force a smile on your face and ask, “How about we get some fresh air?”

    He shakes his head, “Sure! I stayed with Eowyn, just like you told me to.”

    You smile, before setting him down, “Good.”

    He nods, and you shoot Eowyn a smile before she turns to help some of the remaining women out of the caves. Sam stays close to your side as you walk the pathways of Helm’s Deep. You can hear the cries of the wounded, and you make sure that Sam can’t look over the wall.

    You’re halfway down when Aragorn appears, and Sam smiles, “Aragorn!”

    He smiles back, “Samuel. How are you?”

    “Good! We’re exploring.”

    You watch Aragorn flinch, “That may not be the best idea . . .”

    You stop, “What happened?”

    “A drinking competition has been started.”

    “And you allowed that when there is another battle on the horizon?”

    He looks at you, “They are men, they can decide for themselves.”

    You raise an eyebrow at him, “And I’m sure you’ll tend to them in their fifth hour of throwing up?”

    “They can take turns supporting each other. But that is not what I wished to talk about.”

    You stop as Sam trudges ahead, “Aragorn . . .”

    “It is important.”

    “Everything is important Aragorn, at least in your eyes.” Your smile is teasing, and he smiles back.

    “Y/N. . .”

    Your name rolls off his tongue, “I’ve read, Aragorn, listened to your stories. Listened to your drunk ramblings about Arwen. I know what it means. It is for that reason I have yet to look.” Your eyes flicker to the gold pattern scribbled across his chest, just peeking out of his tunic.

    “You can’t avoid him forever.”

    You smile, “I’m very good at hiding. I’ve been doing it for nearly a hundred years.”

    “Yes, and while I’ve always found that a healthy way to live, have you ever thought about what this could be?”

    “Can’t say that I have, nor that I want to.”

    He sighs, and turns to watch as Sam talks to several men. They’re wounded, but not gravely, and they smile as Sam speaks. “I always find it amazing, the way people light up around him.”

    “He’s been that way since he was a baby. Always smiling, rarely crying.”

    “It’s a good ability to have.”

    You look at Aragorn, “It’s one I need to protect.”

    With that, little else is spoken. You dawdle in the remains of the fort for several hours, watching as Sam runs back and forth between people. When he finally starts to tire, he makes his way back to you, and curls into your side. You wrap your arms around him, and allow yourself to drift off.

You’re woken by the morning sun to find yourself covered in a blanket and Sam gone. You push yourself to your feet,  keeping the blanket around your shoulders, and start to look. It’s not an easy task, Sam is small and adventurous, and if you weren’t so sore, and so utterly exhausted you may have started to panic. As it is, you know he’s safe here, at Helm’s Deep. And you were certain of that until you see who he’s with.

It disturbs you a bit that you know him by sight, that you feel the slight tingle as it races through your arms. As you approach he turns and gives you a small smile. You nod, as Sam turns around and beams at you. “Y/N! This Haldir! He was telling me about Lothlórien!”

You swallow before saying, “That is very kind of him, have you thanked him?”

Sam does as he is told before rushing off, yet again. There’s several moments of silence before he speaks, “He is very active.”

“Always has been.”

Another moment of silence passes before he says, “You do not like me.”

You shake your head, “I am wary of you.”

He takes a step closer, “What is the difference?”

“I’ve seen what supposed love has done. It left my mother shattered, it leaves Aragorn with a broken heart, and now I’m supposed to accept that through a mere touch, and the spreading of a mark that I am destined to love you?”

He shakes his head, “Not at all. Life is made of choices. You may refuse the mark, go far, far away from me.”

You straighten a bit, “And you would be okay with that?”

He shakes his head, “No. I have waited over two thousand years to find my Fae Gwedh, the other half to my soul. But if that is what makes you happy.”

You shift your eyes from his, “I thought the time of elves was through? That you all head to better lands now?”

“The decision is not set in stone. Many wish to remain, many wish to further our allegiance to the race of man once again. I simply led the first wave. There is a meeting in Lothlórien about the final decision. We shall see if aid comes.”

“And if it does not?”

“I will still fight.” It’s at that moment that you realize you have both stepped closer to each other. You close your eyes as he runs the back of his fingers down your cheek, and when you open your eyes you see him smile.