“No!” he cried.
“Why not? You are the one who trained me! Are you saying your skills aren’t good enough? Or are you saying mine aren’t?” she half-shouted back at him.
Haldir had returned from Rivendell and had only been back for an hour or two and he was already in a fight with Kelsey. As soon as he got back he rushed through the news he bore and ran off to find her. She, of course, had been thinking all the time about the Guard, and had asked him as soon as he was in earshot.
They were outside, near the river. It was chilly out, after all it was November. A slight wind stirred Haldir’s hair, and it would have lifted Kelsey’s too if it hadn’t been pulled up into a ponytail. The sun had set only minutes before, yet the moon cast an eerie light upon the forest floor.
“I’m saying neither. I just don’t want you to put yourself in that kind of danger!” he thought ‘This is just what I need as soon as I get back from three straight days of riding!’.
“I want to slap you! There is no reason why I shouldn’t be able to join! I’ll be twenty in five days anyway!” she now yelled at him.
“There is a reason. If anything happened to you I would never forgive myself!”
“Oh, right!” she said sarcastically, with her hands on her hips, “And since when did you start to care about my safety?”
He calmed down and said with a bitterly painful look in his eyes, “Has my affection been that unnoticed?”
“No,” slightly hurt, she drew close to him,”I’m sorry I said that. I didn’t mean it that way, its just, well, I really want to be in the Guard. I thought it would be cool ever since I read about Lorien.”
Looking into her blue eyes (they were blue that day), he couldn’t help but wonder at their unending. Almost as deep as his own. What had she gone through to make them so knowledgable? “Alright.”
She drew back and laughed a deep, hearty laugh. “That works every time!”
Realizing he had been tricked by a maiden, Haldir exclaimed, “Oh, you stinking little…” she made to run off, but he caught her wrist. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulled her nearer.
“Yes? Were you going to say something?” she asked, half amused, half pleased.
He whispered, “Just that you look beautiful in the moonlight.” and he kissed her full on the mouth.
It seemed like the whole world was contained in the ground beneath their feet. Nothing besides them existed; no trees, no wind, not even sound. Just them. Kesley felt a twinge in one of her heart strings… was this love?
“Celeborn, wake up! Please, I must speak with you.” Galadriel sat up in the bed and gently nudged her husband.
The Elf Lord replied groggily, “What is it, I’m up! I’m up!”
“I just had a premonition.” she was shaky, and that was not the usual Galadriel.
“Yes, my love, you have those. Aren’t you accustomed to that by now?” he seemed quite undisturbed by this.
“No, i-it was different this time. It wasn’t an ‘if’ or a ‘may’, it was a definite.”
Celeborn sat up when Galadriel stuttered. This was serious, for he had only heard her stutter once prior to now… just before the Battle of Five Armies had begun. “What did you see?”
She swallowed hard before answering, “I saw Haldir, and Kelsey… and Helm’s Deep. Kelsey was…”