Today was Kelsey’s birthday, and as she was turning the big two-o (20), she wasn’t all that happy. Being a teenager these past seven years, she still had some growing up to do. When she had first arrived in Middle-earth six-and-a-half years ago, she had had to answer so many questions she didn’t have time to mature much.
Not too many people actually knew about Kesley being from a different world, for she looked to be at least a little part elvish, which indeed she was (remember, she was a decendant of Aragorn and Arwen). Celeborn and Galadriel had given her a magnificent bow and quiver.
The bow was about three inches shorter than a regular elven bow and was made of a different wood: rowan. The quiver was wrought with silver that entertwined around the length of it, creating elvish letters every now and then. She was given these to be her own when she had duty in the Guard.
She had been expecting something from Haldir, seeing as they were now and ‘item’ as she would call it. But it was ten o’clock and she hadn’t seen him all day. If she remembered correctly, he didn’t have duty tonight, or earlier today for that matter. Kelsey had been excused because it was her birthday.
After looking in all his usual hide-outs, she even went to his quarters and knocked on his door, but there was no answer. So, she sulked back to her room and entered. She changed into her sleeveless nightgown and sat down on her bed crosselegged, staring out the glass doors to her balcony. It was always around her birthdays that she had been troubled about being in Middle-Earth.
Am I ever going to go back? How old am I going to be if I ever do get back?, she thought. What will happen to Haldir if I go back? What will happen to me? The worry that had been plaguing her for so long finally surfaced itself. What would happen? Either way, she would loose something, someone she dearly loved.
“Kelsey,” she heard someone whisper from the door.
She said as she continued to stare out into the woods, “Even where I come from, it’s not polite to come to a female’s chambers in the middle of the night.”
“Alright then, if you don’t want your present…” he replied tauntingly.
She sprang off the bed and closed the door, “Oh, get in here, you fool.”
“That’s what I thought. I’m sorry I haven’t seen you all day, but I had something I needed to do.” He seemed uneasy, and he kept messing with something in his pocket.
“Why are you so wired?”
He figured this meant nervous, and answered, “Do you love me?”
She looked straight into his eyes. What did he mean? No, why did he ask? She thought for a moment and answered slowly, “Yes.”
Two more years passed in Middle-Earth while whispers of a nameless fear in the East spread, even to the distant lands of Eriador. There seemed to be a growing weariness, even in the elvish folk. More orcs come out of their foul homes than usual, making Kelsey’s and Haldir’s job more tedious as the years wore on. They continued with their relationship and Kelsey no longer feared what would happen if she never went back; she could deal with it, hopefully.
It was early one morning, in the northern border of Lorien, when Haldir came up behind Kelsey and kissed her on the neck.
“Hey! Watch it there, Haldir!” she laughed.
He turned her around and kissed her gently on the mouth. “Good morning.”
“Will you walk with me?” he asked, an emotion in his eyes that Kelsey couldn’t read, even though she knew him well.
“Oh, of course, sir,” she joked and took his offered arm.
They talked of every day things for a while; the weather, the orcs, even some of Aragorn, but soon, Haldir fell silent. He was uneasy, like he was two years ago. Kesley stopped.
“What’s up with you?”
“Can I ask you something?”
“Anything.” she was concerned, he had never been like this before…
“I love you more than anyone I have ever met. Even though you aren’t what we would define as normal, you are the most wonderful woman I have ever had the priveledge to know.” he paused and drew something from his pocket, “Will you marry me?”
Kelsey just stood there, staring at the silver ring he held in his hand. Her voice caught in her throat. She couldn’t speak to save her life.
“You don’t have to tell me now, just…” he said nervously, hoping against hope she would say yes.
All her memories came flooding back to her: The Two Towers, Helm’s Deep, then Haldir laying in Aragorn’s arms on the wall…. “I need to think about it.” she choked out.
“Well, take this and think about it.” and he slipped the ring onto her left ring finger.