towerofanimus | Lamenting for the Lost

Characters: Haldir & Whomever else joins.
Setting: Third Floor, Dormitories
Format: Prose
Summary: Haldir's worries get the better of him while searching for a lost friend.
Warnings: None.

There was no sign of Legolas anywhere in the tower.

Even with the emergence of the new floors, Haldir hasn't a clue as of where the prince has gone. Of course certain realms within Animus couldn't be successfully explored without a suitable party. Haldir doubted that Legolas would be foolhardy enough to venture into the desert upon the Sixty-Fourth floor. That would be sheer madness on his part if he did so. Haldir knows that Legolas couldn't possibly be that reckless as to wander within there. Therefore, he figured that the Tower itself had something to do with the elf's sudden disappearance.

Should he seek consul from the White Wizard? No. That probably wouldn't be a wise choice for now. Raising such alarm over their missing companion would do nothing other than worry them all. Haldir wasn't certain if Legolas was in danger or not. Perhaps he merely went missing due to the strange fluctuation of newcomers here. That's certainly a logical possibility, but even that thought alone gave Haldir great unease.

What if Legolas vanished? Then what?

After pacing about through the winding hallways, the march warden came to a slow stop once he reached the dormitory. What should he do? Should he venture there again and check to see if Legolas finally returned? Or should be wisely speak with Gandalf regarding his disappearance? Considering that two other members of their dwindling fellowship has also vanished as of late, Haldir wasn't very hopeful that anything could be done about it. Only death awaits for any of those who are returned to their world, that's been established long ago. Middle-Earth and all of its' marvelous splendor was long gone by now.

The world was destroyed, wasn't it? This was what "they" claimed.

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When he had talked with Legolas on the 100th floor, the elven prince had told Diarmuid that he would likely know Haldir as soon as he saw him. It seems that the elf is exactly right for Diarmuid realizes as soon as he sees Haldir who he must be. It bothers the servant to see how upset the elf looks, though. Legolas had said their numbers were few and Diarmuid can only hope that the reason for the other elf's distress is not because one of those few has gone missing.

He pauses in his patrol and approaches the elf, bowing slightly, "Pardon my intrusion. You must be Haldir. Legolas has spoken highly of you to me. Is everything all right?"

If only Haldir had known that Legolas had been running his mouth again, the march warden would've gave that elf a stern lecture. He's honestly not fond of the idea of the two of them expressing the nature of their relationship openly yet. Especially since Haldir feared judgement from their allies from home. The last thing he needed was to present the Fellowship with this laughing stock of a tryst as an issue. He doesn't want to hear what anyone has to say about it. Nor does he want to face judgement for it. While he figured that Legolas would say something idly to friends and some acquaintances, Haldir honestly dreads the day when the nature of their relationship will be known to all. This dread has build since that horrible little stunt the Administrators pulled on them just last month.

Marriage? Really? The two of them made such a vow openly? Haldir didn't know what to think of that, but he wasn't too put off from the thought.

Greeting the young man with a wary glance, Haldir nods in confirmation. "Indeed, I am." Unlike Legolas who might be perceived as a tad warmer and friendlier; Haldir was a little colder and stoic. "Ah, Legolas." His lips curled into a sad smile. "I should have known him to speak highly of me. He's quite the gossip at times." His smile fades.

"I cannot say. I wish not to stir any ill-thoughts, but I believe Legolas has gone missing."

It might bring Haldir some comfort to know that Legolas had not been that open about their relationship. He had merely spoken fondly of his fellow elf as one might speak of any friend. Still the news that Legolas might be missing quickly dismisses any shock Diarmuid feels from the other elf calling the prince a gossip.

Diarmuid's lips press into a tight line, "There seem to be a lot of people missing at the moment. I believe the administrators to be at fault. Things have been too quiet lately. Have you checked his room? I have been told that as long as a person's name is still on their room, they are in the tower somewhere. It is just a question of where and why they have been gone from their usual routines for so long."

He hates to think that something might have happened to the elf. Legolas seemed to be a genuinely good and honest soul. One of those rare people who could stay like that no matter what happened to them.

He bows Haldir, "I am Diarmuid Ua Duibhne, First Warrior of the Fianna. I have only known Legolas for a few days, but if there is anything I can do to aid you, I would be glad to."

The elf raised his brow. "When are they not at fault?" A quick retort, but a truthful one. "The Administrators ought to hold blame for all that transpires here. They've made it rather clear that we're their 'test subjects'; their pets." Just thinking of Rauna or Jason literally laughing at his misery irritates him. Haldir's hatred for the Administrators as a collective whole has been well fostered due to their sick games. He had once believed Dax to be the more likeable of the six admins, but of course he now lumps him in with the rest.

"As long as their name is still written--?" A slither of hope appeared within Haldir's eyes when he heard that. "That is so? Then I will check." He was a second away from taking his leave until Diarmuid introduced himself. If Legolas' name still remained upon the door, then Haldir could breathe a sigh of relief. He never took notice of this before.

"Well met, Diarmuid of Fianna. I'm certain that Legolas would speak highly of you."

It's a little odd to be treated so abruptly after how kind Legolas had been to him, but Diarmuid brushes the other elf's attitude to his worry about his friend. If someone he cared about went missing, Diarmuid's mood would be the same.

Diarmuid spreads his hands in front of him, "I would not say they are as infallible as that. They seemed quite distressed and almost panicked in some ways at the meeting they held not long ago. If that new influx of people was not something they had planned, might a suddenly disappearance of our number be outside of their control as well?

"Administrators aside, I do not wish to keep you from checking to see if his name is still outside of his room. If you do not mind, though, might I come with you? I have not known him that long, but I would like to see for myself that his name is still there. It will ease my mind. I would offer to go there myself and report back to you as I could do so in just a few seconds, but I don't know what room is his and I suspect that your heart will not truly be at ease until you see for yourself."

Perhaps if they met earlier on before this tragedy, Haldir would leave a better impression on the warrior. However, the elf's couldn't have cared less. The one individual he truly cherished was gone, and he doubts he'll ever see him again.

"The meeting?" Haldir arched his brow somewhat. "Ah, yes. That travesty was merely a farce at best. The Administrators held steadfast to their lies, and yet many believe them to be honest and true." He honestly has a right to dislike the Admins this much, especially since he blames them for Legolas's disappearance. Not too long ago, other members of the Fellowship went missing as well only to never return. It seemed so far that Legolas has vanished as well without a trace.

Most likely dead no less. That thought alone saddened him.

"Then enough idle chatter." He replied somewhat abruptly. The more Diarmuid spoke; the heavier his melancholy became. "We shall witness for ourselves if he remains here amongst us or not." While his reply might seem a tad pessimistic, there's a slither of hope somewhere there.

"Come." He urged the Diarmuid to follow. "Let us not delay."

Diarmuid turns to follow the elf with a stiff nod. It's obvious Haldir is distraught and so he pushes away any ill feelings he has from being so abruptly dealt with. It is just curious to Diarmuid that someone who is so close to Legolas seems to have so little faith that he will be all right. Diarmuid is sure that they will find his name on the door to his room. Despite how randomly people have been known to leave this place, he doesn't think that is the case here. Not with all the other oddness that is going on.

Hopefully, he isn't wrong and the tower isn't about to add anymore pain to that which Haldir already seems to be carrying.

"I am new here and even I could tell not all they claimed as truth was, in fact, truth. Still, there were brief moments when they seemed at odds with each other, and I can't help but believe that there might be some truth gleaned from those moments. And I still do not know what to think of the one they call Dax. He is kinder, so they say. I don't know if I believe that. His kindness is too convenient in my mind. Legolas seems to trust him, though. What do you think of the man?"

[Wow, totally not running my mouth. And not fair, since I'm busy being a nosy asshole in the administrator levels.]

[*Pats* Well, Diarmuid did stick up for you. Mentally... That counts, right?]

Lamenting for the Lost

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