Notes: Elfhelm is one of the Marshals of the Riddermark, an éored is a small host of riders, like a battalion or something of
the like.
Translation of Elvish: Melethen - my love. Nín anoriel - my sun-maiden. Namárië - farewell. Elanor - star-sun ... a flower of
Lórien with both golden and silver blossoms.
Chapter 10 - A New Day
When Éowyn woke, she was lying in Haldir's arms. She could hear movement outside the door; the day
had begun. Her mind still had difficulties taking in what had happened that night. Finally she had
understood the ways of her own heart, had given in to her utmost desire. She had given up the fight;
it was useless anyway. It was as Haldir had said; they were destined for each other. Slowly raising
her head she looked into the elf's deep blue eyes. What she saw in them filled her heart with joy,
even more so his words, "Nín anoriel, melethen." She smiled and kissed his lips softly.
"Haldir, so it wasn't a dream. It's real. You are really here." His fingers trailed her cheek up to
the tip of her ear. "My life," he said with a heavy voice, "I love you," pulling her closer to him,
kissing first her forehead, her cheeks and finally her lips. Éowyn gave herself up into that kiss.
How long would it be until she could be so close to him again? Her tongue trailed his inner lips and
finally found his. She moaned softly, longing for the kiss to continue forever.
But soon lack of air forced her to break the kiss. Then she remembered what day it was, today the
troops would leave for Minas Tirith. "I will tell my brother that I was mistaken after all. You will
get your horses," she said with a sad smile. "How will I know you?" Haldir inquired, remembering the
armour that was still hidden in the chest beside Éowyn's bed. "I will call myself Dernhelm, I shall
ride in Elfhelm's éored for he doesn't know me as well as the other Marshals."
Haldir's eyes were full of love when he said, "Then it is Elfhelm's éored that the elves of Lórien
and Imladris shall ride with. How will I be able to keep my hands of you, nín anoriel?" There was
teasing in her voice when she responded, "If you can't, Dernhelm shall cut your hands off you my
dearest elf." She covered his lips with her fingers before he could reply. "But Éowyn will yearn for
your touch, for your closeness. There might be a chance still that we can be alone. The way to Gondor
is long, we will rest at night ... I can't even bear to think that I shall not be this close to you
for days to come."
And suddenly this light shone again in her eyes, the light that Haldir had first seen the night Éowyn had broken down in front of
him. It filled her eyes, her face, her beautiful smile. "Haldir, melethen, I ... I love you. How could I think that Aragorn..." His
lips were upon hers again. The mentioning of the ranger's name had been like a dagger stabbing him into his heart. Jealousy, that was
something he had never experienced until now. But it made him feel sick to think of Éowyn's hurt look when he first saw her, back at
Helm's Deep, when Aragorn embraced him.
He kissed her passionately, but she also felt a bit of panic in him. He drew her as close to him as
possible, as if his live depended upon it. And then she understood. She had mentioned Aragorn and
that had caused this. He was jealous. Slowly she pushed away, "Haldir, don't fear him. He's meant to
be with another. I don't even understand myself anymore. All I see is you, my love." With a sigh she
added, "And yet I have to leave you now, or our plan will not become reality after all."
Reluctantly he let go of her. It filled him with grief to watch her dress and finally, after kissing
his forehead one last time, she left the room. Haldir stood up and slowly picked up his discarded
clothes. Why had he reacted this way to the mentioning of Aragorn's name? He knew that even before
Éowyn had given in to her feelings for him, she had come to accept that her dreams of Aragorn where a
waste of time. And he also knew the ranger. He would never forsake Legolas, not even for a woman like
Éowyn. He might desire her, but he loved the Prince of Mirkwood, nothing could ever change that. He
remembered his terror at hearing Éowyn say that all had been a mistake. That must have been it, the
mere thought of loosing her was too hard for him to bear.
'You must stay with me, nín anoriel. There has to be a way.' And suddenly a voice answered him, the
voice of the Lady of the Golden Wood. Her soft voice was inside his head, comforting his troubled
mind. 'At last you found your destiny, I was worried that you might be too blind to see.' She
chuckled softly. 'You knew?' Haldir inquired, feeling deep down inside of him that it was stupid to
even ask the question, of course she knew. Apparently even Legolas had seen it, only he, Haldir, had
been unable to see Éowyn for what she was, his life, his love.
'Aye, I knew. For centuries. I saw you fall to the orcs weapons; I thought it would be your end. But
then I saw a small hand, touching your face. I saw golden hair, and I heard you call her "nín
anoriel". Still, I also saw that she was mortal ... Do not despair, there might be a way for you to
be together, though you cannot see it as yet.' A way? But there could not be any way, or could there
be one? What of Beren and Lúthien? No, it was impossible.
'I also perceive what you are about to do. Do you really think it wise to ride into yet another
battle? You were badly wounded, but I can see that you will listen to no voice of reason. And that is
good dearest Haldir. At long last you listen to a voice that is not your pride, but your heart. Only
your brothers will not understand ... Blessings be with you, namárië.' With that she was gone, but
Haldir's heart was filled with joy and he was prepared to face whatever was to come.
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Éowyn had found her brother busy with last-minute preparations for the journey to Gondor. "Éowyn,
sister. I was hoping to see you before I leave." She smiled and embraced him. "Take care beloved
brother, come back to me." She kissed his cheek and then released him. "I've come to tell you that I
was mistaken. I know, I know, that's not a thing that you hear very often..." she added, seeing her
brother's face cloud with doubt. "I'm speaking of the elves. I think you should give them horses. If
they indeed desire to go into this battle with us, well, with you, we shouldn't stand in their way.
Put them into Elfhelm's éored. I have heard that it will be one of the last to go into open battle."
Éomer stared at his sister, not only had she admitted to having been wrong about something. Obviously
she had also overheard the planning for the battle. But he had no time to think about it very long,
and even if the elves were small in number now, they were skilled archers and swordsmen. "I will see
it done, sister dear. The King would like a word with you as well, farewell Éowyn." He took her head
into his palms and kissed her forehead. "Until we meet again."
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When Éowyn returned to her chamber, Haldir was gone. But on her bed lay a dried flower, a flower she
had never seen before. It was still shining golden, like a small sun and when she raised it to her
nose she could still smell the wonderful scent. An elven flower, Haldir must have brought it with him
from Lórien, as a token of the land he loved, the land that he called his home. He had left it here,
with her. She couldn't breathe when she finally grasped the full meaning of this. She was his home
now, no matter where she was, he would be there as well. She sank to her knees sobbing, the flower
pressed to her heart. "Haldir, melethen."
Half an hour later Éowyn was no more. Instead of her a young warrior made his way towards the troops
that were ready to set out. The elves had been given horses, good. The warrior turned towards one of
the older soldiers, addressing him, "Hail Elfhelm, Marshal of the Mark. Dernhelm is my name, I have
been told that I should ride with your éored." The Marshal studied the one before him. "Very well,
get yourself a horse, and be quick."
Éowyn's heart was hammering in her chest when she turned towards the stables. A small person was standing close to the entrance, the
hobbit the King had brought with him from Isengard. Meriadoc was his name. He looked forlorn. "Master Halfling, you wish to ride into
battle as well?" Merry only nodded, not looking at the soldier before him. "Then come, you shall ride with me. In this war every race
should be represented."
Before she mounted her stead she walked over to the elves and bowed before Haldir. "My Lord, the Lady
Éowyn sends word," Haldir's heart missed a beat. How could this work? Why did not everyone see her
for what she was? Quickly he drew her aside. "You found the flower? It's elanor, star-sun ... I kept
it close to my heart since we left home. But now I have another sun with me. Though right now you
look a bit..." He stopped, Éowyn's eyes glancing at him warningly. "Nín anoriel, melethen. We shall
be together, no matter what happens." She smiled at him, forcing herself not to throw her arms around
the beloved elf, "Even if death is waiting for us at the end of this march, at least we will face it together."
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