towerofanimus | His Prejudice for Failure

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His Prejudice for Failure

Characters: Haldir, Legolas, & possibly Gandalf later.
Setting: Room 02-20
Format: Prose or Action, whichever
Summary: Sometimes pride can be a very deadly thing, especially when one values their pride over their own health.
Warnings: PG-13

A look of sorrow settled in the march warden's gaze as he stared at his wounded hands. The burns there have begun to heal, but they healed slowly. There were too many ugly marks lining in-between his fingers, some of which were dark scabs that healed over the last few days. His hands lacked the regal elegance they once bore, now looking to be scraggly and homely. A deep sigh escaped Haldir as he carefully wrapped them in ointment drenched bandages. Despite all his efforts, the march warden realized he would need help. He utterly detests the thought of asking White Wizard for assistance, but it looks as if his options were waning.

Almost done wrapping his hands, Haldir paused once he heard a knock at the door. He had known that the Prince of Mirkwood would make an appearance soon. Since the last time they've spoke, Legolas showed great concern for his well-being. Whether or not Haldir appreciated such concern is another matter all by itself, but the march warden couldn't help but feel somewhat grateful. If it hadn't been for Legolas, the march warden was certain that he would've perished in this hell months ago. Therefore, he honestly cannot claim to dislike the younger elf too much. In truth, he's actually grown quite fond of him.

"Creoso a'baramin, mellonamin." He called out towards the door.

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Any other day that scowl might hurt him but not today. Not right now. Not when Haldir's hands were obviously much worse off than Legolas thought they would be. He'd take too long to get what he needed. It would be necessary to convince him to see Gandalf now.

"Failed? Haldir, you have never failed." He reached forward, carefully grasping his arm and trying to convey that message both in words and in his eyes. He could understand, in a way.

"How will you do anything more in the tower if you lose the use of your hands? How will that prove anything? It's foolishness to refuse aid when you need it, not pride. Not worthiness."

Legolas would never think him weak. Haldir was among the strongest people he knew, he simply couldn't express it.

He paused once Legolas reached for his arm, carefully speaking to him as if his life depended on it. Hearing and seeing such earnest in him made Haldir stop to think.

At this rate, the condition of his hands would only deteriorate if he pressed on with this foolishness. This thought scares him most, but still so stubborn. What would be the point of him to continue suffering like this? There's no point to it, no honor. If anything, Haldir was rendering himself to a miserable fate if he allows this farce to carry on.

Now finally listening to Legolas rather than shunning his aid, the march warden smiled sadly. "You shan't rest until I force myself to see the wizard." He almost stated bitterly, but there was a hint of humor in his tone. "Legolas." His weak hand comes to rest upon the prince's as a silent show of surrender.

"I shall go to him."

He could hug the march warden, he really could. For concern of disturbing his hands and causing him pain though, Legolas resisted. Perhaps later once he was certain his hands would be saved and Haldir was in a better mood, for all of Legolas' persistence.

"I shan't rest until I know you are healed, would be more appropriate. Thank you Haldir. I've been worrying for you since you first showed me your hands." An admission that Legolas wouldn't make any other time but the relief of knowing that Haldir would seek Gandalf's help has made him less concerned about that.

An embrace now couldn't possibly change or erase the dread Haldir now felt. What was he to do if Gandalf's magic wasn't strong enough to heal him? Fear began to rise within his heart as he thought of the possible pessimistic outcome of his foolishness. His pride has caused more ill than good, enough to render him cripple for the rest of his days. Just that thought alone nearly moved the march warden to tears.

Gently brushing side an errant lock that slipped past his ear, Haldir gives Legolas a worried glance. He prays silently that the White Wizard could be of some assistance to him, but the look within his gaze says otherwise. "I never meant to worry you." He replied honestly.

"As much grief I had caused you, my intent wasn't to cause you worry."

That glance is what forces him to change him mind about the hug, leaning forward and embracing Haldir. Whatever worry Haldir felt, Legolas was going to take away what he could of it.

"I know that it was not your intent but I would worry regardless. You wouldn't be able to stop me." He would go with him, when he sought out Gandalf. Legolas wouldn't let Haldir go through this alone, especially when he had confided in the prince. Never mind that Legolas had been pushy in making Haldir admit what ailed him.

"I will go with you."

As soon as Legolas arms reached around him, Haldir stood rigidly still. He hadn't allowed anyone to get this close to him, anyone other than the dhampir who vanished suddenly. The comfort he bestowed upon Alucard was one that a friend would give to another. It's the same between him and Legolas. While he hadn't expected such a friendship to blossom, a part of Haldir was grateful that it had. Becoming more comfortable with the awkward embrace, the march warden returned it hesitantly. He felt so silly hugging Legolas like this, but it certainly eased the worry and dread he feels.

"Diola lle." He replied as he held Legolas a little tighter. "I couldn't have asked for a better companion." A soft sigh escaped him as he suddenly rest his head upon Legolas' shoulder obviously weary.

"I simply hope that Gandalf shan't scold me badly."

"Lle creoso, mellonamin." He held onto Haldir for as long as he wanted him to, tightening his own embrace just slightly when Haldir did. He wanted him to know that there was no need for concern now, that everything would be alright. Legolas would make sure that his friend healed, even if it took making a request of an administrator.

"We'll not let him. He is old and wise enough to understand elven pride and how stubborn one can be." He smiled, ever so slightly, when Haldir lay his head against his shoulder and just let him lean there like that for awhile.

Haldir was more than content to stay like this if a sharp pain within his hands hadn't force him away. "Then let us take our leave of here." He commanded with some of that authoritative edge to his tone.

If he must meet with the wizard, then it would be best for them to do so now. After all, the last he seen of Gandalf as during the attack on the tower. The White Wizard ascended up the stairs during the chaos to a fate unknown. Many had believed that Gandalf had fallen, but it seemed that the Administrators were more than willing to return him from death.

He wondered if Gandalf still remembered that awful day. "Is it wise of me to suspect he already knows of my poor condition?" Haldir asked with a small smile.

Oh, he couldn't help but smile at that tone in his voice, almost as though it were Legolas who was refusing and Haldir was taking charge. He'd let him have that though, and nodded.

"He knows that there is someone in the tower that has injured their hands. I did not tell him that it was you, however he will know soon enough."

Legolas had done his best to protect Haldir's dignity in the hopes of his hands healing without any more intervention. Knowing Gandalf though, he had already guessed who the injured party was despite the many friends Legolas had made here.

Finally untangling his arms from around Legolas, Haldir sought for his cloak and gloves. "Not that it would matter, now would it? I shall speak with him now." He hastily wraps his dark cloak around his shoulders, quick to dress for the venture through the tower.

While he's in no condition to wield a blade of any kind, Haldir takes a pair of elven daggers with him just in case. Despite how weak he might be now, Haldir still prides himself in being a march warden.

"Come." He commanded with every bit of authority he possessed when he was still in Lothlórien.

Legolas watched how quickly Haldir recovered himself and fell back into acting like the leader of her march wardens. He didn't mind it, so long as Haldir didn't let anything interfere with his health again.

The prince quickly rose with him, straightening his clothes and waiting until Haldir was ready to go. He made a face as the daggers were taken, unwilling to let Haldir fight if it was necessary. And Legolas was glad now that he carried his twin knives with him.

"He shouldn't be difficult to find." Gandalf probably knew already that they were going to find him now.

Forcing himself not to back out from this venture, Haldir briskly strolled through the halls with one destination on his mind. He figured that the Wizard would either be within his studies or somewhere within the meadow. However, what he never expected was that Gandalf would be in search of them. If the sorcerer was as powerful as many claimed him to be, then Haldir won't have to search far to find him. He figured that Gandalf knew something regarding his poor condition, enough to warrant his concern.

And lo, they would find the white wizard faster than they thought for the moment they set foot on the dorm floor and headed to their destination, Gandalf would come from the stairs, staff in hand with a book in his free hand, the very one he has been writing and keeping notes in for months. However he is headed straight to his room and does not notice them just yet-- The elves may have overestimated his ability to guess future events and he probably is on his own business as he looks pretty worried.

... Or Gandalf may just be polite and pretend to be on his own business and fake not seeing them in order not to bruise Haldir's pride. You may never know with the wizard.

Legolas went quickly with Haldir, remaining at his side and keeping watch on him lest he have second thoughts and attempt to sneak away. He knew that Haldir wouldn't, at this point, but it was still worth the caution. The sudden appearance of a white figure drew his eyes and he gave a small smile before placing a hand on Haldir's shoulder and calling out to the wizard.

"Gandalf! We seek your aid if you've the time."

It was then when Haldir seen the wizard's white cloak, that an unspeakable dread washed over him. What if Gandalf wouldn't be able to heal his hands? What if the infection was too great to be mended by sorcery or medicine of any kind? Just what if his foolish pride has crippled him for the remainder of his life? These were the thoughts that raced through the march warden's weary mind as he weakly grasped the hand upon his shoulder. Glancing at Legolas with such a worried look, Haldir silently prayed that it wasn't too late.

Gandalf turned when he heard the elvish prince addressing him. And of course, he was together with the march warden, Haldir. Any doubts he may have had about the identity of the 'friend' Legolas was speaking about not a couple days ago were now dissipated. Not that he had all that much doubts to begin with...

"Legolas. Haldir." he said with a smile and shook his head "I always have the time. What is it that you need?"

Legolas raised a hand and set it on top of Haldir's, giving it the very gentlest of squeezes to reassure him. He wanted to wrap an arm around the prideful elf as reassurance but he wouldn't. Not right now. No matter what happened, he'd ensure that Haldir's hands would be healed. Already, several plans had gone through his mind. Some sensible and others foolish.

"At this moment, privacy. This isn't a matter for others to overhear or see." Still acting to protect Haldir's dignity, though it wouldn't suffer now.

The slight squeeze made Haldir smile somewhat for he never realized until now how affectionate the younger elf was. It made him chuckle somewhat, but the seriousness of the situation outweighed the silly thought. Yet, Haldir does foresee a different conversation talking place in the near future with Legolas. One that he honestly dreads considering the nature of the topic.

Regarding Gandalf with a pleading gaze, the marchwarden decided to speak. "Forgive us for our hastiness, but this a matter of great urgency, Mithrandir." The nervousness he previously felt was still there, but Haldir chose to ignore it.

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Gandalf looked alternatively at the two elves, frowning for a moment. They could probably tell by now that he knew what this was all about by now, but anyways. He nodded slowly, there would be a time later for lectures about how being so prideful is foolish.

"Of course."

He opened the door leading into his room with a move of his staff and walked in. Nothing to be afraid about, the dorm is empty as the kids he shares this dorm with are probably out doing something and risking their lives for whatsoever no reason.

Legolas went quickly into Gandalf's room, staying close to Haldir as worry colored his face. He kept his face turned away from his companion though, not wanting him to worry any more than he had already been. If anyone could heal his hands, it was Gandalf. Once inside though, and the door shut behind the three of them, he tried to relax and remind himself of that fact.

"What little I know in healing is not enough." Legolas said, looking down at the floor. Old as he was, he felt a bit of shame at having neglected to study something so important.

Noticing that somber look upon Legolas' face, Haldir's worries returned to the younger elf beside him. He couldn't comprehend why the prince felt so shamed now, but he laid a reassuring hand upon Legolas' shoulder. "He tried all that he could, Gandalf." The march warden muttered in Legolas' defense. "However, it was I who caused such wounds to fester beyond his means. It should be me to ask for your aid."

Glancing over towards the wizard again, Haldir released Legolas' shoulder and stepped forward. Despite the nervousness he felt, Haldir refused to allow his fears to guide him now. Surely Gandalf shan't look badly of him for seeking his aid. The noble conjurer happened to be known for his kindness after all.

"Therefore I ask you, is there now way to undo the horrors I've allowed done?"

Alas the noble conjurer happened to be equally known for his anger in front of sheer stupidity. This may not have been sheer stupidity, but allowing his hands to get in such a state to protect his pride? Gandalf did not look all that pleased. He looked kind and caring, as was natural considering what befell Haldir. At the same time though he looked angry and annoyed, yes annoyed that he'd let the situation degenerate.

Gandalf certainly could heal his hands, but to such a state it may very well be too late, only time would say. Legolas would see himself spared for this round at least.

"I will do my best, friend. But too much of time may have passed already, i ask you not to expect miracles." he paused "Show me your wounds." Gandalf calmly said, he needed to see after all to do anything.

There were few times in Legolas' life that he'd seen the wizard so cross with another and that had been when Pippin's foolishness had brought the orcs of Moria straight to them. He'd never have expected it directed towards Haldir, though and it almost made him fear for what the march warden may have to hear, whether it being about his hands or how he'd waited so long.

No matter what, though, he'd remain there with Haldir. And he'd find a way to help if Gandalf could not. He'd speak nothing of it though, for fear of being scolded himself.

Gandalf's wrath was something that no man wished to meet, but Haldir knew that a long lecture would soon come after this ordeal has been dealt with. Never before had he respected and feared someone as omnipotent as Lady Galadriel herself. He certainly respected the Lady of Light, but did he fear her? Of course not, she was their shining star; their protector. The same could be said for Gandalf, but the look of disdain he received from the White Wizard gave him great worry. He almost hesitates now to show his hands, feeling very much like an elfling before the less than impressed Maia.

Knowing full well he brought such wrath upon himself, Haldir does as he was told and offer his hands to Gandalf. Bandaged they are, badly damaged by a liquid so hot that almost stripped them bare of flesh. There was no possible way that Legolas could've hoped to heal such grievous wounds, and yet the march warden foolishly allowed his pride to silence him.

"..."

Gandalf said no words for a moment, and calmly turned to his trunk; opening it and checking inside to find something. More athelas as a matter of fact, that will have to be used for when the wounds will have been treated.

"How did your hands get in such a state Master Elf, and how many days ago did the feat happen?" Gandalf asked, very calmly and slowly. Nowhere close to the wrath or lecture the Elves may have expected from the wizard. It may actually have been better and more comfortable if Gandalf had outright yelled at Haldir or scolded him. If anything, it was more of a cold wrath. More of a disappointment than anger that could be heard. Should have known better than to allow pride to bring about such an evil.

Legolas felt a chill along with how Gandalf was handling the situation. Surely he and Haldir would agree than Gandalf openly scolding in regards to what had happened. And it would have been a welcome distraction from the sight of his hands, how they had grown worse and how Legolas truly could no have hoped to heal them.

He almost answered for Haldir but thought it best the march warden answer the wizard, lest they make things any worse for having waited. He could only sit there with Haldir and give him what support he could until they found out the extent of the damage.

Perhaps Gandalf's wrath would be more welcomed than his disappointment right now. Haldir felt as if he failed not only his friends, but himself as well due to his ridiculous exploits. "Weeks now." He answered honestly with much shame. "I've hidden my condition for weeks after the battle. At first, the wounds did not seem so severe but as time progressed, I realized the truth too late."

Of course he decides to leave out how Legolas berated him to seek Gandalf's help, and how he nearly cursed the elven prince for interfering. It's bad enough that he hadn't sought the wizard's aid on his own, thus he doesn't feel the need to include Legolas' part in this travesty. If anyone should be blamed for this, it's the march warden himself. He truly allowed his pride to blind him.

Gandalf looked down and sighed when he head 'Weeks now'. It was worse than he had expected, and his healing skills were not quite on par with that of the best healers of Middle-Earth. He took the herbs from the trunk and put them aside on the bed before looking back at Haldir.

"Fool of an Elf!" he said strongly, though not quite angrily "If these wounds do not kill you, your pride certainly will."

Pride, yes. Gandalf was not angry at Haldir getting wounded. Legolas once died, he himself did die at the end of the event, everyone in this tower is meant to come to harm sooner or later. No, the topic of the anger was this pride that had prevented him from seeking help earlier. Yet he slowly took Haldir's hands in his own, closing his hands around his. Haldir may feel a warm, and pain, but that's necessary if he wants Gandalf to try.

Even though Gandalf's outburst was directed towards Haldir, Legolas flinched slightly and reached to touch the elf's shoulder. Heavens, he desired to comfort Haldir in any way he could, even take him pain onto himself if possible.

"I wish you would have come to me sooner, Haldir..." Legolas said, very softly, though he knew Gandalf would hear him. The prince didn't honestly care at the moment. He knew Haldir would have expected Legolas to be careful or to let someone know if he was injured. Never mind that the last injury would have been impossible to hide.

At the sound of Gandalf's scolding, Haldir bit his tongue. He knew he was in the wrong. Yet, a fool piece of him still desired to cling to that stubborn pride that nearly ravished his health. It's the bane of most elves, their ultimate weakness. Letting a deep sigh escape from him, Haldir said nothing as he allowed Gandalf to hold his wounded hands.

A faint tinge of pain raced through his veins once his hands began to warm. "Forgive me." He muttered once Legolas' words reached him. Haldir gave the younger elf a worried glance once the wizard began to weave his magic.

"I simply didn't wish to worry either of you."

Gandalf heard all of course. He just shook his head and sighed.

"So you decided to give in to your pride and keep it for yourself. The same pride that caused the fall of so many civilizations and individuals who could have been lights for the world." he slowly stated, still holding the hands of of the Elf "All confident in their own abilities yet powerless as they met their end, too late in their attempts to see beyond their pride and to welcome the help that was offered to them."

And a lot more could be said. However, the wizard would not say more on the matter for now. Explaining how Sauron could have been defeated three thousands years ago would a few people have put their pride aside, or how this very same Sauron was ultimately defeated because he was so confident and full of himself. As he held the hand, they probably hurt more, but nothing unbearable. And a light can probably be seen for a few moments.

Legolas wanted, right now, to defend Haldir against Gandalf's words but he couldn't help but admit to himself that elven pride could very well be his downfall here. Many times, in fact, if he didn't let it go soon.

"I find myself worrying more now than I would have if you had only told me sooner. You worry so much for others and yet try so hard to reject help from another." Try to understand his words Haldir, he cares and worries for you. Legolas would have no problem teaching the older elf a lesson, once he was properly healed, about worrying him like this.

Seeing all the worry he caused them both was punishment enough. Haldir knew better than to allow his foolish pride to get the better of him again, especially after hearing Gandalf's clever analogy. Everything that the White Wizard said prompted him to think. While his selfless actions towards others is highly commendable, this sort of pride would only prove to be his bane in the end. Haldir vowed that if not for his sake, then for the sake of his friends he cannot allow such foolishness to continue.

A sheepish look settled in Haldir's once defiant gaze as he watched Gandalf. He could feel the pain intensify within his wounds, but the march warden didn't show it. He knew he could trust the sorcerer, especially since Gandalf would never hurt him without good reason. "This I do realize and I humbly apologize." Haldir said in reply to them both.

Gandalf shook his head, not sounding quite as angry as earlier. It was no use to be angry anyway, he admitted his fault and Haldir was too old of an Elf to be given lengthy lectures.

"It is too late to apologize now, if anything apologize to your own self, for it not us you have endangered."

He slowly lets go of the hands but do not look at them just yet. If Haldir or Legolas were to take a look at them though, they could see they were in a much better state than before. Much better, yet not fully healed. It was far too late for Gandalf to manage and heal them completely.

"Legolas, I'll need bandage." he slowly told to the other Elf, turning to him.

Legolas nodded, both to Haldir and to Gandalf, and took a set a bandages from the pouch he'd carried some of the athelas in earlier. He'd made sure to carry bandages with him since Haldir had first shown him his hands. Quickly they were handed over to the wizard and the elf finally dared a glance at Haldir's hands. They weren't quite as they had once been but they were already on the way to mending.

"I'll collect more bandages later, should anything else happen."

Not to Haldir but in general. Legolas was beginning to act much more cautiously now. With two deaths and an injury already, he wasn't going to go without some way to heal himself or his friends. Especially now.

A look of surprise lingered within Haldir's gaze as he eyed his hands. Gone were most of the hideous burns that scarred his flesh earlier. While they weren't completely healed by the Maia's magic, the march warden couldn't help but be somewhat gleeful now. Had he sought for Gandalf's aid when the wounds were still fresh, Haldir wouldn't have suffered so terribly as he did. The more he pondered this truth, the more he found his glee dissipating.

"I was a fool." He thought aloud once Legolas complied with Gandalf's command. "So willing am I to jeopardize my very life for the sake of pride alone, and not for others." A deep sigh escaped him as he glanced towards his companions with a pleading gaze. "Is it truly possible for someone so ancient to be so foolish?" He smiled sadly.

"I had hoped not."

"Sauron precedes you by an eternity and is more of a foolish being than you will ever be." Gandalf replied to Haldir's word as he used Athelas on Haldir's hands before bandaging them "For that matter I am more of a fool than the two of you together. I am afraid age is not a factor that helps to eradicate these kind of defaults."

He sighed and finished bandaging his hands and nodded. It was all good for now, as long as Haldir wouldn't do anything stupid this shouldn't worsen and heal completely.

"I am not a healer nor am I skilled in these kind of arts. I could not fully heal your hands, but what infection you had is now gone and won't progress. Now only time will completely heal your hands. You will have to change your bandages everyday for at least fourteen days. Clean your hand with the tower's antiseptic and use athelas along with your bandage. In a few weeks then this then will be only a bad memory yet a valuable lessons."

He turned to Legolas.

"Feel free to use whatever means you deem necessary if our friend stops his treatment." this was said on a more jokingly tone "But I believe this won't be necessary." Haldir looked as though he really had gotten the lesson this time.

To hear such an admission from Gandalf was surprising to say the least and Legolas found himself at a loss for words as to how the Maia could possibly be more foolish than the two of them combined. After a moment though, he decided that there were just no words that wouldn't seem foolish themselves.

"I will take very good care of, Haldir." He had no doubts that Haldir would care for his hands much better now after that scare. Even so, he'd make sure that he did and be wary not to cause him any injury while he was still healing. And prove that Haldir was no fool. Merely stubborn. And prideful.

The slight blush that settled upon the march warden's cheeks were apparent. Why was Gandalf teasing him so ruthlessly, and before Legolas no less? This was beyond cruel and Haldir's damaged pride reached new lows. Trying his best not to seem the least bit awkward as he bid them "farewell", Haldir bowed graciously before the wizard before glancing towards Legolas again.

That red hue upon his face deepened for a brief moment before Haldir suddenly bolted out of the door. He could bear no more humiliation, enough was enough! While he was certain that Legolas would follow him, Haldir was at least grateful to know that Gandalf shan't follow. He just needed some time to digest all this, that was all.

Legolas tried to reach out to grab Haldir before he fled but just missed the sleeve of his clothes. Looking concerned, he gave a look to Gandalf before standing and inclinging his head respectfully.

"Forgive me. Excuse me, Gandalf."

And he was gone after Haldir as quickly as his feet would move him. He had no idea where Haldir had run to but he would find him, one way or another. There were only so many places in this tower that he could hide that weren't dangerous at different times of the day. He was already worried.

"Haldir!"

His pride. His stubborn pride.

Even when he seeks to banish it from his mind and soul, Haldir still cannot seem to do so. He honestly understood every word that Gandalf meant, and understood far too well that his selfishness nearly caused his end. But what he didn't quite understand why the two allowed him to become such a burden for them. They didn't need to show such concern for him or to scold him out of fear for his own safety, and yet they both did so willingly. However, what baffled him most was Legolas' unwavering concern for him.

Why does the Prince of Mirkwood care so much about a lowly march warden hailing from the Golden Woods? Why did Legolas seemed so horrified by the appearance of his hands? Why does he seem so tender to him and so---

His thoughts stopped there along with his pace.

Legolas checked any rooms passed for the march warden, even stopped anyone that he might pass to ask if they'd seen him but he just continued to move on without much thought after. All that mattered was finding Haldir. He didn't stop looking until he spotted Haldir, standing still on the next floor.

For a moment, he just watched Haldir with relief flooding into his expression. He was alright. He was safe and hadn't found somewhere to hide from the prince. He didn't look hurt but that didn't stop Legolas from quickly approaching him and stepping in front of him to get a good look.

"Haldir... Why did you run?"

He honestly hadn't noticed Legolas presence until the elf was suddenly standing before him. It was then he glanced up at the other and stared at him for what seemed to be a brief eternity. Haldir didn't know what to say or even how to approach this matter with the subtly it needed. He wanted nothing more than to confess to everything he felt, and thank Legolas from the bottom of his heart. Yet he found himself mute before the prince's presence.

Therefore, instead of saying anything Haldir leaned forward and swept Legolas up in a tight embrace. The march warden wouldn't dare voice his thoughts to him now, he simply couldn't. However, he could at least attempt to express them if nothing else. The two of them were all that was left of their broken realm, the last two elves in existence. Their concern for each other was at first out of friendship alone, but Haldir couldn't lie and claim it was still simply that. So instead of voicing any of these unexpressed thoughts, Haldir just hugged him as tightly as he could.

Don't judge him too harshly, Legolas. He's not used to having anyone care for him so deeply. It's a wondrous but slightly frightening experience for one as aloof as he. Haldir was used to showing concern for others, but not receiving them in return.

The hug surprised him, he hadn't expected it and especially not from Haldir. Not right now. For a moment, he was simply frozen in place before he wrapped his arms back around Haldir and held onto him tightly. Message received, Haldir. Legolas let his eyes fall shut for the duration of the hug and just continued to hug the march warden. His march warden, now.

For all they'd been through together in the tower, it was no wonder that it came to this. There were times he'd have gladly gone back to war than deal with the tower but this made being here worth it.

"Oh, Haldir..." He muttered, very softly.

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