"Failariël, I thought I told you not to leave Caras Galadhon." Haldir said sternly. He knelt and became level with his daughter’s face.
"You did father, but -"
"Then what are you doing here?" he asked, staring intently into her eyes, which possessed the same hue of silver found in his. Failariël trembled. Her father’s eyes could bring Sauron to his knees.
" I -" started Failariël.
"I challenged her to race, Marchwarden." cut in Aerandir, taking a step foward.
Haldir’s gaze shifted to the young boy with mused blond hair. "That was very foolish of you, Aerandir. You do know that orcs have been near the borders of Lorien?"
"Yes, sir." replied Aerandir, looking down at the forest floor, trying to avoid the Marchwarden’s cold stare.
"Do you know what they would do to you if they captured you?"
"No, sir." was the only reply from the boy.
Haldir raised a brow, "I am suprised that you, of all people, do not know. The orcs are vile creatures that show no mercy. You have been taught this, I am sure."
"I wish I could spare you from what I am about to say, but your carelessness has given me no choice." Haldir’s voice became softer, a trace of grief powered his words. "Orcs would mutilate you, kill you, and eat you. They desire the rich taste of Elven blood. Sadly, many elves have befallen this fate." Haldir paused and his gaze fell, and his voice wavered slightly when he continued, "Most of my comrades, and dearest friends have been victims. Even your father young Aerandir."
Aerandir stiffened. Failariël could see tears filming his eyes, brimming his lashes. He bit his bottom lip to keep from crying out.
Haldir sighed as he looked at the boy. He stood up. "Go back to the city."
Aerandir stared blankly in front of him as the Marchwarden passed. Failariël reached out and touched his shoulder gently. He jumped slightly. Failariël smiled weakly. "Come on."
The two slowly trekked down the path before them. Failariël put her arm around Aerandir’s shoulder, consoling him. She made light-hearted jokes, and was satisfied after he smiled. She laughed quietly but suddenly stopped.
"What’s wrong?" asked Aerandir, looking curiously at his friend.
"I’m not sure. I feel…cold." Her brow furrowed at the unexplained wariness she felt. She looked up through a break in the trees and saw that darkness had fallen. A sharp tremor went through her spine. "Let’s hurry back."