The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings one shots and Imagines Book II

Rivals - Part 5 - Haldir x Reader

Internally, (Y/n) scolded herself. Haldir's arms were wrapped tightly around her waist, as Calroc raced with all speed away from the scene of the fight; and all she could feel was her heart beating as quickly as the gelding's hooves were moving over the terrain. It was true that despite the rivalry between them, she did have fond feelings for the other Marchwarden; more than fond, if she were truthful. Yet until the moment that she thought she might have lost him, she had not realised that this fondness, was actually love. She was in love with the ellon that she had done nothing but clash with, for centuries. In love with an ellon that would never love her. (Y/n) just as aware as any elf what that would mean; that she would never, could never have those feelings for poor Lindir. That without Haldir, she may very well fade away from the grief of him not being hers. But what was she to say, to do? If she were to tell the pale haired ellon about how she felt, he would likely laugh at her; he may even tell Lindir of her feelings for him when they arrived at Imladris, then she would have no one. Both the ellons would hate her. No, she could not say anything; not to Haldir or anyone else. All she could do was try and fight her growing feelings; fight them and bury them as deep as she possibly could, and hope that Lindir may perhaps bring out even stronger feelings from her. Though in her heart, she knew that that would never happen. 

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Internally, Haldir couldn't help but be angry at himself. And as much as he wanted to loosen his arms that were wrapped tightly around (Y/n)'s waist, he couldn't. In fact, he found his grip was getting tighter, as Calroc raced with all speed away from the scene of the clash with the orcs; and all he could feel was his heart beating as quickly as the gelding's hooves moved, as his body rested up against the elleth's. It was true that despite the rivalry that there had always been between them, he did have fond feelings for the other Marchwarden; more than fond feelings, if he were to be truthful. Yet until the moment that the orcs had come upon them; until he thought that he might possibly lose her, he had not realised that the feelings that he had, were actually those of love. He was in love with the elleth that he had done nothing but fight with, for centuries. In love with an elleth that would never love him in return. Haldir just as aware as any elf what that would mean; that he would never, could never have those feelings for another. That without the beautiful elleth, he may very well fade away from the grief of her not being with him. But what was he to say, to do? He was escorting her to Imladris to become the bride of another ellon, and if he were to tell the exquisite Marchwarden about his feelings for her, she would most likely laugh at him; she may even tell her betrothed of the feelings that he had confessed when they arrived at Imladris. Haldir not sure whether such things may follow him back to Lothlórien. No, he could not say anything; not to (Y/n) or anyone else. All he could do was try and fight the feelings that were growing inside of him; fight them and bury them as deep as he possibly could, and hope that once he had left her in Imladris, he might be able to forget all about her. Though in his heart, he knew that that would never happen.

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The sun had begun to set, and the two Marchwardens were being bathed in warm hues of red and orange, as they continued to ride. Not a word had been said, as they made their way across the landscape, yet there was undoubtedly a tension; tension that was growing due to the unspoken words and feelings that the pair had realised, thanks to their earlier interaction with the vile orcs. Tension that was growing with every step that Calroc took closer to their destination. The closer they got to losing one another.

Suddenly, the pale gelding began to slow. Haldir looking over (Y/n)'s shoulder, as they drew up to a flat piece of land, that was shielded on one side by some large boulders.

"We are stopping.......?" Haldir asked, as (Y/n) had Calroc make his way over to one of the biggest rocks, around which the lushest grass appeared to be growing, before she jumped from the saddle. '

"I know you are keen to be rid of me Haldir; but after earlier, I feel the desperate need to remove the blood of those evil beings from my skin. I know that there is a river just down the hill from here, where we can both get clean. Imladris may still be some distance; but I do not wish to arrive there covered in black blood. I can only imagine what Lindir would say. How he would worry; and I do not want he or Lord Elrond to think that you had not done your duty." (Y/n) explained, as she helped him from the saddle. Her heart hurting as she saw him wince. It obvious that his injury was causing him some discomfort; yet as much as she wanted to pull him into her arms and take his pain away, she chose instead to step back from him.

"You rest. I will go and try and find some wood. I'll light a fire and then go and bathe." She added, her eyes never meeting his, before she left him with Calroc and made her way out into the dimming light.