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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Taiki saw Haldir looking worried and hurried over to him, he slows as he approaches and shuffles his feet, still not very confident around his roommate even though he considered him a great person and a friend.

"Is... sorry... is everything alright Haldir?"

As soon as Haldir hears the slight shuffling beside him, he knew it was Taiki. He could tell simply by the uncertainty of his steps. Haldir had lived with Taiki long enough to pick up on those little nuances.

"All is well, Taiki." He replies gently with a very faint smile. The last thing he wants is to worry the kirin with his troubles. Creatures like him are very susceptible to pain, and highly empathetic. Taiki's sensitive nature has often left him prone to a number of illnesses thanks to the Administrators' fondness for torture. Haldir knew that if he isn't careful, his misery would cling to Taiki like a noose.

Taiki blinked at him. He was ill again, the latest bout of games and people returning injured had taken it's toll and his eyes were shadowed, his skin pale and clammy. He probably should be in bed, but he was eleven and hated being in bed all the time.

"Sorry... it's not... You're sad..."

Haldir lowered his gaze once Taiki spoke. It would seem that the kirin saw through his lie rather quickly. The youth has become rather good at that. "I wish not to trouble you with what ails me." He said honestly. Taiki's sickly condition would only become worse if he learned of the gloom he felt. Thus, he tried his best to hide it however he could. However, how can anyone hide the emptiness he feels now? It almost feels as if he lost a piece of himself with Legolas gone.

"You've dealt with enough burdens, little one."

It was because he was little... and people didn't want to upset him. But it made him sad that people couldn't tell him what was happening.

"Sorry... just your so sad..." And he wants to help.

His smile faded somewhat. Haldir knew he couldn't keep the truth hidden for much longer, not while Taiki seemed so earnest to help him. Therefore, instead of turning the youth away; Haldir knelt down before Taiki and offered him a gentle pat on the head.

"I'll be fine." He said with only a bare hint of conviction in his tone. "I can assure you that I won't let this sadness overcome me."

Taiki smiled back and took his hand, "I hope not... it's very easy to be sad here..."

Considering how much Lord Gyousou's disappearance effected the kirin's health and happiness; Taiki's words weighed rather heavily on Haldir's thoughts. Unfortunately, such despair wasn't uncommon for Haldir who grew up during the rather daunting times of the Second Age. Kinslaying was rampart amongst Elvenkind because of petty grudges and greed. Haldir was no stranger to misery, but he often pushed such sadness aside. He knew better than to linger in his grief, but losing Legolas is a blow more fatal than any wound.

"Agreed." He said with a forced smile. "Nothing good can come from grief. That is a lesson I learned along ago."

Taiki slipped his hand into Haldir's and nodded, "But it's okay to be sad... sometimes you can't help it..."

Lamenting for the Lost

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