Line of Namrils [LoTR Aragorn]

V: Lothlorien

I could see the forest ahead, and recognized it as the place I had called home for the past year.

When we entered I ran ahead, though I could hear Gimli telling Merry and Pippin of the Sorceress who lived here.

You return.

I heard the voice in my head and saw the blue eyes that went with it. Before I could think a reply and arrow was pointed at me as well as the rest of the fellowship

"this dwarf breathes so loud we could have shot him in the dark" a familiar voice said

"Haldir" I said moving to the front

"Alaylyn" the elf said inclining his head

*

"lya namori cova a beleg ogol na hain" [your company brings a great evil with them] Haldir said as we paced the outpost, after the introductions and some rude comments from Gimli.

"Pen o vín namori col in mîn corf" [one of our company bears the one ring] I confirmed

"Ly pulal pol na lavelle na hima, ni ä saru" [you cannot be allowed to continue, I am sorry] Haldir said

"Haldir, pira. Nat gar ossen geoel korma, nat sâ lom, ah ni thiar gor na in Heryn o Calad" [Haldir, please. We have suffered terrible loss, we are weary, and I seek council with the Lady of Light] I argue.

"Nat pulal nav taw ana na vínar in galadhrim" [we can not allow that danger to threaten our people] I was in disbelief.

*

After what felt like years of arguing and pleading, with the help of Aragorn we finally convinced Haldir to allow us into Lothlorien.
"hanna ly" [thank you] I said, inclining my head to the ellon.

*

The fellowship rested at the base of the great trees. I shed my cloak and let it fall to the ground before walking aimlessly away

“Alaylyn” I turned back at the voice of Boromir as he made his way to walk beside me

“yes?” I asked

“I wanted to make sure you were alright. Every since Caradhras you have seemed...off” he told me, concern evident on his face. I smiled wryly

“yes well…” I sighed. I wasn't really sure how to go about explaining this topic

“you don't like the cold?” he asked

“yes. It reminds me of the dead” I explained shortly. When he raised an eyebrow I elaborated “I am the last in the line of Namrils, a line of necromancers. Only we are the guards between the dead and the living. Should the dead rise up, we shall lay them back to rest. The dead and their plane of reality are cold and ice like. They give off waves of frigid air. I can see the ghosts, like green mist. Moria was a graveyard-”

“so there were many there” Boromir finished, looking astonished

“yes, though not as many as you may think. But that Balrog reeked of ghosts. His outline was hazy with them” I looked to the man's face “I suppose you think of me as a freak now” I said quietly

“no” he answered a little dazed “no, never” his answer was stronger this time “I had heard tales of the Namrilion line. In stories they are described as fearsome protectors of middle earth who wander the world, cloaked in shadow and starlight. I think of you as brave. Never a freak” I smiled

“just don't tell the others” I told him “Only Legolas and Aragorn know of my heritage, and I would like to keep it that way for now” Boromir nodded his head in respect and I smiled sadly at him