Reasons to Hope, Reasons to Live
Chapter: Prologue

Dreams and Flashbacks

"Common language"

'Elvish language'



The sun set slowly behind the mountains, coloring the horizon with shades of red and orange.

The beautiful view of the setting sun would have been captivated in anyone's eyes; however, the men in Helm's deep were oblivious to it. Men arranged themselves above the walls of the fort and beside the gates waiting for the enemy's army to arrive.

Aragorn was preparing himself for battle when someone handed him his sword. He looked up and saw Legolas standing in front of him.

"We have trusted you this far, you have not led us astray," the blond elf said softly. "Forgive me, I was wrong to despair."

Aragorn smiled warmly and clasped his hand with Legolas. 'Ú-moe edhored, Legolas,' [There is nothing to forgive, Legolas,] he said.

Legolas smiled back at his friend. They were interrupted by rustling sounds of metal. The two looked behind them and saw Gimli trying to get his chain mail on. "If we had more time I'd get this adjusted," he grumbled, dropping the bundle of chain mail that fell to the floor, pooling at his feet. "It's a little tight across the chest."

Legolas looked at Aragorn, fighting back a chuckle, while the man observed the dwarf with amusement.

Suddenly, the faint sound of a horn sounded through the air.

Legolas turned his head, whispering, "That is no Orc horn!"

The three friends shared a look before rushing outside to see the newcomers.

Bereg looked down and turned to the guard beside him. "Send for the King," he ordered.
"Open the gates!"

The Rohirrim soldiers watched in amazement and delight as the large gates opened, allowing an army of elves, led by Haldir of Lorièn, to march in.

King Théoden rushed to the new army, exclaiming in surprise. "How is this possible?"

"I bring word from Elrond of Rivendell," Haldir said proudly, bowing to the King. "An alliance once existed between Elves and Men. Long ago, we fought and died together." He looked up and smiled upon seeing Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli running down the steps. "We come to honour that allegiance."

Aragorn bowed slightly to his friend. 'Mae govannen, Haldir!' [Well met, Haldir] he said, smiling with joy. "You are most welcome!" Unable to control his joy, Aragorn took his friend into a tight embrace. Recovering from his initial shock, Haldir hugged the man lightly.

Legolas smiled softly as Haldir looked up and glanced at him. The Mirkwood Prince stepped forward and the two clasped hands. The two stared into each other's eyes lovingly. A blush raised on Legolas' face as Haldir smiled, longing shining in his eyes.

With Legolas standing by his side and his hand held tightly, Haldir addressed King Théoden. "We are proud to fight alongside men, once more."

The King nodded and everyone walked inside the castle. No one noticed the pain that was shown in the eyes of the future King of Gondor.

Legolas was in his assigned chambers, preparing his weapons for battle when he heard soft knocks on the door. Opening the door, he smiled at the sight of his lover leaning against the doorframe.

'Haldir!' Legolas exclaimed in mock surprise, stepping away from the door. 'What brings you to my chambers? Have you lost your way to yours?'

'No, Legolas,' Haldir said teasingly as he entered. 'I just felt hungry so I came in search of some food!'

'Food?' Legolas raised an eyebrow. 'This is not the kitchens, Haldir.'

'I'm not hungry for that type of food, my Prince,' Haldir said, pulling Legolas into a tight embrace. 'I'm hungry for something else.'

'Really?' Legolas chuckled. His cheeks starting to turn a deep shape of red. 'And what kind of food do you desire, brave Marchwarden?'

'I desire cherry-red lips,' Haldir whispered against Legolas' lips. 'Soft ivory skin.' he trailed butterfly kisses all over the smooth skin of Legolas' neck. 'And sun-kissed blond hair.' he stroked Legolas' hair tenderly, letting the silky hair fall against his skin appreciatively.

Legolas moaned as Haldir continued to explore his neck. 'And where will I find all these things, my brave Marchwarden?'

'They are all in the youngest Prince of Mirkwood, my love.'

Legolas pulled away, and looked at Haldir with pretend shock. 'Why Haldir, but that's me!'

'Exactly my point!' Haldir smiled mischievously and scooped up Legolas' body.

'Haldir!' Legolas exclaimed in surprise. 'Put me down!' Haldir chuckled and walked towards the bed. 'Haldir, I mean it… put me down!' Legolas struggled to get free but Haldir was stronger than he was, so all his attempts were in vain.

'Your wish is my command, my Prince.' Haldir dropped Legolas on the bed. 'There you are.'

Realizing where Haldir had dropped him, Legolas felt his cheeks growing hotter. He tried to stand up, just to be pushed down again by Haldir's body.

'Not so fast, dear!' Haldir said. 'I'm hungry, you know.'

'Haldir, we don't have time for this,' Legolas protested. 'There is a big army of Orcs and Uruk-Hai marching to Helms' Deep as we speak; you should go and arrange your warriors.'

'First, the Orcs' army is still hours away according to Aragorn,' Haldir said, leaning closer and nuzzling Legolas' neck. 'As for my warriors, Aragorn is taking care of them. Besides, I can't go to battle while I'm still hungry, can I?'

'I'm not a feast, Haldir!' Legolas moaned softly.

Haldir pulled away and looked at the beauty beneath him.

'Are you denying a Marchwarden his meal, Prince Legolas?' he asked in dangerous quiet voice.

Legolas stared back at Haldir with thoughtful expression, then shook his head.

'When brave Marchwardens desire Princes as their feast, Princes can't deny them that.'

Chuckling softly, Haldir caressed Legolas' lips with his thumb. 'You are so beautiful, my Prince. I'm so honored to have you in my life.'

Legolas smiled, pulling Haldir closer to him. 'If you waited any longer, Haldir of Lothlórien, I will not let you have a single bite of me,' he threatened playfully.

Haldir smiled and pressed his lips against Legolas', enjoying the sweet taste of the Prince's lips. 'Amin mela lle' [I love you] he whispered against Legolas' lips.

'Amin mela lle, Haldir,' Legolas whispered back.

Unknown to the two, this would be their last time together.

Legolas surveyed the battlefield with weary eyes.

The battle had lasted throughout the entire night and a bit of the morning. The Orc army had been powerful and if Gandalf hadn't arrived with the riders of Rohan, Saruman's army might have won. Many elves and men who had tried to prevent the Orcs from reaching the large gates had been killed.

Legolas sighed and shook all the memories of the battle from his mind. They had defeated the dark army and Rohan was safe for now.

He looked back towards the fort, searching for his friends. He saw Gimli sitting against the wall, sharpening his axe; Gandalf was talking to King Théoden and Éomer, and elven and men soldiers tended to their wounds with the help of the women and children of Rohan. Aragorn was sitting on the steps to the city, staring sadly at the horizon. Legolas scanned the fort again, searching for his lover. Strangely, the proud Marchwarden of Lothlórien was nowhere to be seen. Legolas frowned and looked around again but he could not spot his lover. He looked back at Aragorn and walked towards him.

"Aragorn, have you seen Haldir?" he asked when he was near enough.

Aragorn didn't answer him, instead he stared at the elf he secretly loved before he tore his eyes away and gazed behind him, towards the battlefield. Legolas followed Aragorn's eyes with his and was shocked to see a red velvet cloak lying on the ground.

"No," Legolas whispered.

"He died in my arms, Legolas," Aragorn said softly. "When I reached him, it was too late. I'm sorry. "

"No," Legolas repeated, louder this time, not paying attention to what Aragorn was saying. "NO!" he shouted in despair.

He ran towards his lover's dead body and knelt beside it, followed by Aragorn.

"Haldir!" he called his lover, tears falling freely down his cheeks. "Please answer me! Haldir, please!" he begged.

"Legolas," Aragorn said as he placed a comforting hand on the elf's shoulder. "Haldir is gone."

"NO! HALDIR, ANSWER ME!!!" Legolas cried, not caring that everyone in Helm's Deep was watching him. He shook the dead body violently, hoping that it would return life to his lover. Aragorn tried to hug the grieving elf, but Legolas shoved him away roughly and hugged Haldir's corpse, sobbing bitterly.

'Haldir, Meleth nîn.' [Haldir, My love].

To Be Continued…