Word count: 100
Character: Haldir, and also Pippin
Disclaimer: None of it belongs to me – I’m only playing with borrowed goods
Haldir paced silently over the sward, soft shoes eased the stone-bruises on his soles; too long had he been booted to patrol their borders. His tired body ached for rest, as his fea yearned for respite in silent communion with his beloved mellyrn. As commanded, he and his brothers had intercepted the men and the little …Periannath! They were so - noisy! His brow furrowed in memory, - no, there would be no intrusions into this his brief…
“Hello Haldir!” A brown curly head popped from the bushes.
“Oh!” said Pippin, ever keen to improve his vocabulary, “What’s that mean in Westron?”