It's Sunday, as good a day as any to post a little SillyFic. And this one IS silly - don't say I didn't warn you - but perfectly harmless, I swear.

( This time I'll embarrass Glorfindel... )

Please note that this little story and the ones I'll post in the next couple of days are all from the third part of my Haldir-story, 'Imladris'. Therefore, if you would rather read the entire story in the right order and wish to avoid spoilers, you should not read these now. At any rate, I recommend reading 'Rude and Rustic' first.

Thank you to Cal ( Read more... )

The Imladrim were strange. The ones in the big house all acted very superior, walking around and looking important in their long robes (actually, Lord Erestor looks downright scary! Somehow the stories of Fëanor and his sons always popped up in Haldir’s head whenever he saw the old Noldo) whereas many of the youngsters were extremely silly, at ( Read more... )

Their laughter continued and Haldir thought to himself that if the Captain did not put an end to it, then he would have to leave the camp so as not to break his promise of good behaviour.

Just then, Glorfindel looked at him, a strange expression on his face. Haldir relaxed a little as he watched his Captain casually approaching the obnoxious ones ( Read more... )

 
He had focused so hard that he never even noticed the other approaching. They had practised at the pell since early morning, thrusting and slicing, smashing shields into the uncomplaining posts again and again until their limbs ached and sweat ran down their overheated bodies. Immersed in the repeated motions, moving at increasing speed as he grew ( Read more... )