#thehiddenhero

The ranger was not easy to spot unless you knew him well, and Haldir knew these woods better than most. The marchwarden had gone looking for him as soon as he could, his heart filled with both relief and concern at finally seeing him. “Your brother says you are to be married.”

"Haldir..."

Taenil was sitting on a tree branch, arms wrapped around his bent knees. Blue eyes blank as he gazed out over the ground. He managed a tiny faint smile as he noticed his friend approach but it quickly faded into nothing.

Hinnoron immediately wraps his arms around Haldir- And most of himself, as well.

“Yes, I have,” Celebrían huffed, applying a poultice to his torso. “That was stupid, and reckless.”

     “Your heart is still young, Gimli, son of Glóin.” Thorin cast the young Dwarf a brief smile, a reassuring look. He’d heard it before, from other Dwarves many years younger than himself – or from anyone who has never set foot inside Erebor before it went lost to the fire-drake that now kept guard over its halls. They could not know, nor understand, its true beauty. They could only listen to what the stories had to tell them, and imagine what it may look like. 

     “One day, you will see for yourself, the glory of Erebor and all that it holds. I promise.”

The door opens.

A shadow is cast into the darkness of the cell. It is not the usual shadows of his captors, not the stocky, grunting, form of a orc come with new torment and old question to which the elf won’t answer..

It is a man, brown haired and brown eyed, and he is looking at Haldir with a sort of pragmaticism in his eyes. He sighs

“Great gift. Go in tah cell, ye’ll find me gift fer ye. So verra useful.” He grumbles under his breath, in a language that Haldir understand but can’t place, before asking.