My Fanfiction +++
Haldir groans, eyes ache from
the low candlelight. Crumpled papers sit as proof of his
incompetence. The messenger is leaving tomorrow - no other chance to
send anything for months.
He reaches to grasp a nearby paper, glancing over it. He admires
Elladan’s confident skill in correspondence, each containing news,
adventures, and thoughts.
With each letter received, Hal finds himself caught up. He
recognizes it with something akin to horror. It’s an impossible
situation, more so than their unlikely friendship - something with a
possibility to damage. He writes now, no hint of his struggle. He
will get this right.
He is pulled aside by an elf he does not know. As soon as the letter
is placed in his hands, he knows the writer. He leaves as soon as
possible, preferring to read in quiet and privacy - nether are
Now in his rooms, he smoothes out the paper. There are several pages
written in a steady hand, and he settles down, next to the light. He
reads quickly. Later he will go back and read through it again
slowly, looking for an elusive meaning, looking for hope, as with
other letters, but Elladan will not find them.