Middle-Earth Meets Loki

Part 31

Loki did not really like this. He did not like waiting as though they were sitting in a trap made for them. He did not like feeling trapped either, and so this was the worst possible place for them. Despite knowing that he would be able to sense when the orcs got too close, he could not help but feel nervous. Worried, anxious, all manner of negative emotions were coursing through him and he was unable to settle himself. For this reason, he had pulled himself away from the others, as watching them just settle with each other, be happy, joke around, it irked him. He did not like it, could not handle it, not then, not at the moment. He settled himself a bit away, still close enough to keep the wards up, still close enough to watch them, to watch over them rather. He preferred the silent and solitude that this afforded him. Felt as though he would need to do something major to keep himself from lashing out. 

It was a horribly serious situation, and yet they were joking around with each other. It was so painfully reminenscent of Thor and his friends, and yet...it was so different as well, so much more...free, it unnerved him and he found himself disliking it. It was not that it made him, angry, but more, thoughtful, wondering what it could be like if he and Thor had not drifted apart, if Loki had not taken up magic, if he had been just like everyone else, and not the secret kept monster. Loki found himself unable to bear the thought of the memories. He did not want to bother with them. Did not want to deal with them, not at this moment. Contemplating what could have been, what may have been, it was useless, because those things did not happen, would not happen, and he had other things to worry about without the Fellowship unknowingly throwing him painful memories. He preferred to keep himself cautious. Such things were rather hard to do when there was comradie going about the circle of friends and distracting him with pesky thoughts. He did not care, but he was not going to allow it to make him feel too lax in this situation. He also understood why they were doing it, but he did not care too much about it. SO he separated himself from the others, still close enough that he would know the moment anything were to go awry, but far enough so that they were not distracting him. 

"What are you doing so far from the others." Loki closed his eyes, ignoring the person, leaning himself back against the trees, trying to loose himself in their comfort. It was not easy, but he wanted to be alone, yet simple things such as the wish of solitude were never really truly granted to him. At the very least, it was one of the Elves, not one of the mortal men who would agitate him, the Hobbits who would pester him, the Dwarf who would annoy him, or the Wizard who would try and get him to regale in memories he would rather not partake in. Of everyone in the fellowship, and really all of the creatures that he had met on this strange world hidden from the Tree of the Universe, hidden in the inbetween of the roots of Yggdrasil, he would prefer the elves. It had been the same in the Nine Realms, which he found rather ironic. 

At the very least, the Elves were less nosy, and yet, at the same time, perhaps some of the most informed individuals that he knew. They knew how to get one to speak without really having them think too much, and as such, tended to gain information best left silent. Loki himself was one of the few that had managed to supress that charm of theirs, something which left them curious over him. The younger of the Princes, so different from the elder, both in looks and temparment. They had enjoyed his presence, as much as he had enjoyed theirs. Of all the trips that he had taken as an envoy, the ones to Alfheim were his favorite. 

"You already know, why bother asking?" Was all Loki said to Haldir with a small scoff. He knew that Haldir would not push further, and he was right in his intuition. Haldir just hummed softly and sat next to him, they did not say anything, they did not need to. Haldir had come seeking solitude, and likely to watch him as well. He had known that the other had other reasons for coming than to just watch over Legolas, he wished to watch him as well. He could not blame him, but he did find it almost somewhat amusing. 

He wondered how long it would take for Haldir to break the silence. He knew that the other was full of questions, demands, desires for answers, but just like the elves at home, these ones seemed to have long spans of patience. It was jarring, the similarities. He kept his eyes closed, relaxing against the tree, deciding it was useless to continue to compare the two, and just let himself sink into the magic of this world. 

Haldir watched him from the side, eyeing him curiously. It was not often that strange beings graced LothLorien, and from the looks of it, he was far more powerful than most. Perhaps even Sauron. He wondered if he should worry. When they, should they manage to survive, did defeat Sauron, assuming all went well of course, what would happen to Loki? What would he do then? 

Haldir thought to himself, even though they did not really know who this person was, or what he was, he was still a creature, and he seemed tired. He figured he should allow the other to rest. He hummed under his breath, the song of rest, wanting to aid the other, even if he was suspicous of his intentions, his desires, he knew it was unfair to make him continue into an upcoming battle as exhausted as he was.