The Memory of Love - Chapter Two
The following morning when Celebren left her room, Haldir was already outside waiting for her. He again was captivated by her beauty. Today she wore a soft purple dress and her hair had been braided.
"Oh, good morning Haldir." At first Haldir could not speak. He just starred at her.
"Good morning. I want to show you something. If you will let me that is." He held out his hand to her. She took it without hesitation, there was not reason not to trust him; he had save her life. As he lead her through the golden wood Haldir began to grow more comfortable with her. They came to a spring. A beautiful spring.
"Do you like it?" asked Haldir
"I love it. I love everything about it here."
Haldir walked in closer to the spring, and began to under his shirt.
"Uh......Haldir...what are you doing?"
Haldir pulled off his shirt and flung it carelessly aside, revealing his smooth, muscular, glistening chest. "Tis hot out, and the spring is cool." He fell easily into the water. " Are you going to join me or not?" he asked.
"I can't swim."
Haldir laughed, "How do you know, you cannot remember anything, remember. Or have you forgotten that as well?" Celebren wasn't about to let this arrogant elf make a fool of her. She took off her dress showing a white under dress she had on and stood at the waters edge.
"Don't be afraid," said Haldir, "I'm here."
Celebren climbed in the water, but it was too deep she couldn't reach the bottom and panicked. "Haldir!"
He took hold of her, "Tis alright. I have you. I can touch the bottom." He held her under the arms and she held onto his neck.
"I feel like a helpless child." Celebren leaned against him. He brushed his cheek against hers.
"Relax." he whispered. "Don't be afraid, I won't let go of you." He could feel her body loosen in his arms. "So tell me, why does Lady Galadriel make you feel so nervous?" He asked as he rubbed her arm with the cool spring water.
"Besides her being able to read my mind; I don't know. There's just something about her." For a few minutes they were silent. Celebren looked into Haldirs eyes. They were mesmerizing. "Lle ma milur na nin." -Your so kind to me- Haldir smiled a smile so sweet Celebren thought she would fall right out of his arms. "The day you saved me," she continued, "You were so tender, so gentle. Why?"
"Why did you save me when another minute on my own I would have been dead. It was like...like you put life back into me."
Haldir ran his hand over her face, "I wasn't about to let you die. Not when I could prevent it." They climbed out of the water.
"While you brought me here to heal me. You sang something. What was it?"
Haldir was amazed she remembered. He had only sang to let her know he was there. "It is the song of Nimrodel. How do you remember?"
"You're aware of everything when you think your dying." she paused, "Will you sing it?"
He began to sing. His voice was so beautiful she thought she could listen to him forever.
"An Elven-maid there was of old,
A shining star by day:
Her mantle white was trimmed with gold,
Her shoes of silver-grey.
A star was bound upon her brows,
A light was on her hair
As sun upon the golden boughs
In Lorien the fair.
Her hair was long, her limbs were white,
And fair she was and free;
And in the wind she went as light
As leaf of linden-tree.
Beside the falls of Nimrodel,
By water clear and cool,
Her voice as falling silver fell
Into the shining pool.
Where now she wanders none can tell,
In sunlight or in shade;
For lost of yore was Nimrodel
And in the mountains strayed.
The elven-ship in haven grey
Beneath the mountain-lee
Awaited her for many a day
Beside the roaring sea.
A wind by night in Northern lands
Arose and loud it cried,
And drove the ship from elven-strands
Across the streaming tide.
When dawn came dim the land was lost,
The mountains sinking grey
Beyond the heaving waves that tossed
Their plumes of blinding spray.
Amroth beheld the fading shore
Now low below the swell,
And cursed the faithless ship that bore
Him far from Nimrodel.
Of old he was an Elven-king,
A lord of tree and glen,
When golden were the boughs in spring
In fair Lothlorien.
From helm to sea they saw him leap,
An arrow from the string,
And dive into the water deep,
As mew upon the wing.
The wind was in his flowing hair,
The foam about him shone;
Afar they saw him strong and fair
Go riding like a swan.
But from the West has come no word,
And on the Hither Shore
No tidings Elven-folk have heard"
FOTR- JRR TOLKIEN
"You have a beautiful voice." Celebren said without thinking.
"Thank You." he said softly.