“What a night! We have done four concerts here in Las Vegas this time. Each of them was so amazing and we’re so happy to perform passionately in front of you ARMY. You guys are awesome, so awesome! This moment right now is just so precious for me and I’m lovin’ it. I like to see you guys like this. And this is not gonna the last time. This is never gonna be. You’re the reason that I smile everyday. So I hope I am your reason to smile as well. Okay! Stay safe, stay healthy, wherever you are! Thank you! Peace!” 220417 - Jungkook’s ending speech ♡
a.n: second haldir imagine in a row but who can blame me lmao i’m still working on my bagginshield fic and soon i hope to have the next chapter out, but requests are still open x
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“I don’t like this at all,” Gimli said, reiterating for the umpteenth time his discontent. “It’s just not natural.”
“Not natural?” Legolas questioned with a small smile, clearly much more comfortable than he had been in the mines. “You cannot get any more natural than this, dwarf.”
Grumbling something under his breath, Gimli continued on, coming to your side and delivering a small nudge at your hip.
“You agree with me don’t you, lassie?” he asked, seeking camaraderie.
You just wished for their tirade to end, so you agreed, “I suppose. There’s something about this forest that just put me on edge.” This seemed to please him immensely, and beneath his great beard, he continued to trapse through the lands with a smirk.
It had heen the truth, though the mines of Moria had been no less of a strange place. There were forces in the forest that you couldn’t quite explain, and whether their wants be sinister, you knew not. Keeping a hand ever close at your sword, you cast your eyes in all directions, trying desperately to comfort yourself with your trust in Legolas; the elf had a great ability to see what the rest of the fellowship could not. You trusted him wholeheartedly, never once had he failed you since your first meeting many months ago.
“Aye, see elf, not all of us are in favour of your suicide mission.”
“It will only be a suicide mission if you keep talking,” Legolas cautioned.
Gimli continued to mutter in a tongue you did not understand before turning to Frodo. You heard little of their conversation, too concerned not only for your own safety, but for the protection of your friends. Your responsibility had been weighing heavy upon your mind as of late, though you knew that you were likely not alone in your worries.
“Well,” you heard Gimli continue, “Here’s one dwarf she won’t ensnare so easily! I have the eyes of the hawk and the ears of a fox!”
Just as you were about to make another remark on the subject, Aragorn came to a halt before you, the rest of the fellowship following suit. Immediately you drew your sword, holding it in front of you before even seeing the cause of the stop. Your breath was heavy, though you knew silence was needed; a whole host of creatures could be lurking in that forest, most of the creatures in this part of the world unfamiliar to you. You had heard many tales of what lay in the darkness, and knew many of which you would not be able to defend yourself against.
Fearing the worst, you were rather relieved to find yourself surrounded only by elves, tall and dressed in long grey robes, bows taught between pale fingers. At either side of your head sat an arrow point, restricting you to only a fraction of movement, and you felt as though a hundred eyes were upon you.
“The dwarf breathes so loud we could have shot him in the dark,” a voice mumbled, coming to stand before Gimli. The elf seemed rather unamused, and whilst you saw no immediate danger, you still held your sword tight, knowing better than to let your guard down so easily.
To Lothlorien the party led you, a city that you never could have dreamt up, both the people and scenery no less than awe inspiring. You were introduced to the Lady Galadriel that Gimli had spoke of, who you found both fantastic and terrifying, and from there were allowed to finally rest. It had been days since you had felt true safety, and even though only a few hours you had spent in Lorien, you knew that you would sleep easily tonight.
As the night was beginning to cloud over, you had decided to take a walk about the lands, as the air was crisp and you knew better than to pass up the opportunity to see such sights as these. In all of your travels, you had never imagined you would encounter such a place. It seemed to you as though this were Valinor itself.
You were passing by a flowing waterfall when you felt a presence striding toward you, and instinctively your hand once again came to the hilt of your weapon.
“I shouldn’t think that is necessary,” the voice from earlier chuckled, standing now beside you.
“Are you sure?” you mumbled, though removing your hand.
The elf gave only a small smile, and a slight shrug of his shoulders. “Might I ask where you’re from?”
Keeping your eyes trained on the flowing water, you moved to fold your arms over your chest, delighting in the cool breeze tickling your hair. “You haven’t even asked me my name yet.”
“My apologies,” he said, “my name is Haldir, and I would very much like to know yours.”
Instead of answering as he had wished, you merely smirked a little, and with a sigh continued on your walk about the land. Haldir was rather taken aback, though couldn’t help but follow you, his curiosity very much heightened in a way he hadn’t known before.
“My Lady,” he called, coming to catch up with you.
“You needn’t call me that: I’m hardly a Lady.”
“Well you haven’t given me anything in its place.”
You simply hummed, turning your eyes to observe the twittering birds, the gentle swaying of the leaves against the wind beneath the moonlight. It was truly amazing, yet your thoughts wouldn’t stray from your new companion.
“I had never given much thought to the race of men,” Haldir began, to which you spun on your heel, brow raised.
“Oh,” you chuckled, “I hadn’t expected you to think at all of men.”
Haldir caught your meaning, and you delighted in the slight blush that came to his features, and for the first time since you had met him, he seemed to lose his air of distinction.
“That’s not-” Haldir cut himself short, and you held your silence, wanting to see how he would recover. “That’s not what I meant.”
“What did you mean then?”
“I meant,” he said, now resuming his air, striding toward you, “that never before had a human interested me in such a way. You’re quite the exception.”
“Oh, well I’m ever so sorry that we bore you, I shall have to get in touch with the rest of my race and tell them that.”
Rendered speechless once again, you decided that you had toyed with him enough, and with a sigh you confessed, “(Y/N). That’s what you can call me, so long as you promise to never say ‘My Lady’ again.”
“May I call you vanima?”
Haldir asked, expecting you to be oblivious. He had decided to take his own back, thinking it a rather witty decision on his part, yet the glint that came to your eye made him doubt himself. The humour had drained from your face, and now it was your turn to flush, rather surprised at how forward the elf had been.
“Wait-” He stopped, realising the magnitude of his actions, and though he perhaps wouldn’t have called it regret, Haldir certainly felt a degree of embarrassment.
“I’m sure that you have met my good friend Aragorn,” you explained, “Often I had heard him speak in a language I did not understand, so I asked him to teach me. It was also good to have an elf as a travelling companion, I became rather good at it.”
“I shouldn’t have said anything.”
You looked to him now, and the regret in his eyes made your heart heavy, knowing that his intentions had been nought but good.
“Did you not mean it?” you asked, stepping before him now so that there was scarce a gap between the pair of you.
Standing near a good head above you, you noted the gentle features of his face, the way his eyes had a certain dampness that was neither sorrow nor joy, how his white hair framed his face so effortlessly. He was certainly a sight to behold after what had seemed like an interminable journey, and you could hardly believe that someone like him could look at you in all your mess and rags.
“No, I meant it,” Haldir whispered. You smiled, and he knew he had made the correct decision.
idk if any of you are interested in stuff like this, but i finished crocheting my kay bojesen monkey today !! it’s so adorable !!!! it has moveable joints so it can hang like the original wooden monkey. i’m gonna be giving it to my grandmother, who gifted my parents her orignal monkey from the 50’s or 60’s. i hope she’ll like it :)
also do you guys have any name suggestions?? preferably danish masculin names ??
