Haldir

Lothlorien, 4 and a half years ago

Two Elves sat on a high flet in Caras Galadhon, sipping red wine and looking out over the city of trees below. 

“Loth, you must bring your new friend to your Aur en-Onnad, I would love to meet her!” Melleth bustled around the small home, making tea and pulling out food for her daughter.

Lorien, T.A. ; the past

 Naneth nîn,

I hope all is well at home. It’s been too many seasons since I have seen you, and I hope I can come back soon to visit. 

Lothuialwen crossed her arms as she stood in front of Haldir, her entire posture radiating stubborn determination. “Forgive me, Lord Haldir, but I do not regret my actions.”

The Galadhrim sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Hiril, you are a good warrior and have a keen mind. Why must you be so stubborn?”

“Iell nîn, what do you wish to do with your life?” 

Mother and daughter sat under the branches of a tall mallorn, the silver-green dappled light dancing over their weaving. Lothuialwen’s hands stilled and she nearly snapped the delicate golden thread as the unexpected question hung in the air.