It was a cool, damp spring morning.
Haldir returned from his nocturnal wanderings to find his fellow
travellersEomer and Gimli, Legolas and Eowynbreaking
their fast around the still-glowing embers of the fire, eating
freshly baked bread with jam and honey, drinking mulled ale, and
planning the next stage of their journey.
Good morning, March Warden, called Legolas, cheerily.
Are you joining us?
Haldir glanced around the campsite. His warriors were already
working methodicallyputting out the perimeter fires, loading
the pack horses, dismantling Eowyns little shelterhe
could afford a few moments.
He took his customary place between Gimli and Eomer, and opposite
Eowyn, who, with a welcoming smile, offered him a plate of food.
Haldir reached to take itpolitely inclining his head in
thanksand, for a split-second, their fingers touched.
Sweet Eru! His spirit, as always, leapt at the contact.
But this morning she seemed to him lovelier than everher
delicate cheeks flushed, her grey eyes sparkling; and Haldir looked
away, becauseeven had he not chanced to overhear itthere
could be no mistaking the cause
Have you finished, melmenya? asked Legolas, suddenly.
Shall I help you saddle Brightstar? And Haldirs
lowered eyes were unwillingly drawn to the movement of his Lords
hand slipping around Eowyns waist and squeezing her affectionately.
The bread turned to ashes in the big elfs mouth.