Daughter of Númenor

Synopsis: A ranger seeks her destiny as the rising dark of Mordor threatens her world, and those she cares for. Set During FOTR/TTT. Movie/Book/AU.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading this story! Sadly though this is the end of Daughter of Númenor. This is the natural place to break the story up; the next story will be more about Anária and less about Haldir, although obviously she will think about him quite a lot.

I hope you will read it; it will be called 'Into the Starless Night'.

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Epilogue: In Dreams

Haldir stood upon the battlements of Helm's Deep. Most of the Rohirrim would be leaving before the sun reached its zenith but in the cool dawn only a small party was making its way down the valley. At their rear rode a dingle rider cloaked in a great scarlet cloak that fluttered aside in the strong cold breeze to show sparkling silver armour. Nearby the majority of the remaining Elven warriors, some fifteen of his finest Warden's stood in silence, not one of them unscathed from the battle. Below several more were still laid out, their grave wounds tended by the women of Rohan who had remained behind to tend the many wounded. Their dead the men of Rohan had agreed to help bury in their way, a mound would be erected under which the Elven Warden's would be able to sleep beneath starlight and sunlight, an eternal reminder of their sacrifice.

As soon as his Warden's were well enough they would begin their northward journey to their home in the north, the King of Rohan had spared them enough horses and provisions for their journey but his heart was not it. He was still weak though from his wounds and no aid would he be in his condition. It was best to return north but it sapped his hope and will to think he could not join his Lady as she made her way to the land of her ancestors, in Gondor.

"When the cold of winter comes,

Starless night will cover day.

In the veiling of the sun;

We will walk in bitter rain.

But in dreams ~

I can hear your name

And in dreams ~

We will meet again!"

As though she could hear him the red mantled figure paused far below at the break in the wall of the outer defences. He looked down and his eyes could make out the line of her jaw, and the softness of her lips as she looked back at him. She raised a hand and his Elven eyesight saw her lips move in a farewell stolen away by the wind and distance, though he had already said farewell hee raised his own arm, even though it pulled at his wound that was still bound tightly.

As Haldir lowered his arm but he stayed where he was long after the sun had reached it zenith and the red cloak had long since faded into the distance. He would see her again, he told himself. He would…

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