Word count: 100
Characters: the usual suspects
Disclaimer: Not mine - just borrowed for a little hazing.
Haldir counted to ten – a hundred. He imagined calm white light - thick mist wrapping Lothlorien in silence - nothing worked. He schooled his face, sighing deeply.
“Haldir – carry me up…
Haldir – carry me down…
Haldir? Haldir! Hal-dir!!”
If he heard his name once more he’d jump from the top of Caras Galadhorn into Mandos’ arms himself!
Strangely… the incessant chatter eventually began to make sense.
Legolas was astonished to hear Pippin:
“So - your grandfather’s cousin was step-nephew to Galadriel on his mother’s side?”
“No, - her cousin’s half-uncle once removed… “
Legolas stared open-mouthed as they past. He smiled, slowly shaking his head.