I had handed over Mary’s dagger to Lord Celeborn for disposal, Legolas
and I stayed in Lothlórien for two days enjoying the magnificent
mallorn woods and the pleasant company of the Lord and Lady. During
this time I had asked the Lady what she had meant earlier when she said
to me that another journey will begin.
“The Valar have said you are free to live
your life here in Middle-earth Adulas,” she had softly replied before
giving me a gracious smile. “What new path you choose once you leave
here is now up to you.”
It was then that I suddenly felt at a loss
for I really hadn’t thought what I would do once the evil plans of
Herudae, his older brother Dûrhen, and Mary had been stopped other than
going back home to the peace of Mirkwood.
“Since we are this close to The Glittering
Caves we could delay our return home and take up Gimli’s offer to visit
him,” Legolas had suggested then. “We can go through Fangorn Forrest
along the way. There are trees there that I wish for you to see.”
So I had agreed and early on the morning of
the third day Legolas and I left Lothlórien mounted on our white and
dark grey horses but not before receiving best wishes for a safe
journey from the Lord and Lady at the great gates. Also riding with us
on his white horse was the same elf who had been the first one to speak
to me back in my time. Again he was to be our guide as he led us south
at an easy gallop through the mallorn woods until we reach the low
river bank of the Celebrant which marked the southern most boundary of
“You can cross here safely,” he said pointing to the ford.
Suddenly it occurred to me that I didn’t even
know the name of this Elf who had helped me so much in the past. So I
said “Before we go I would like to know what your name is and to
apologize for not asking sooner.”
The elf smiled at me. “You need not
apologize for I know that you have had more important things to worry
about than knowing a name. My name is Haldir.”
Now I was surprised to hear this for this
elf didn’t look at all like the actor who portrayed him in the first
and second movies. Up till now the only other named Tolkien character
that didn’t look and sound exactly like an actor was King Thranduil and
that was because his character hadn’t been in these movies except for
his name which was used when Legolas was greeted by Haldir.
“Adulas is something wrong?” I heard Legolas’s soft voice in my mind while he looked at me curiously.
“No nothing is wrong. Just something different,”
I replied back my own curiosity growing. Then I said out loud to Haldir
“Did you go to Helm’s Deep and help the fight against Saruman’s
“Yes I was there,” he said sadly. “Other
than Legolas, we were the only elves to survive such a battle where the
odds of our victory were stacked so high against us. But our victory
came with a high price and many a brave warrior who left this splendid
woodland never returned.”
When he had finished, I let the subject go
for although I had more questions to ask of him about the battle I
could see that his grief was still to near. So we bade him farewell and
crossed the Celebrant our horses playfully splashing the cool shallow
water with their front feet causing us to chuckle while we slowly made
our way to the other side.
“What did you mean by something different?”
Legolas thought to me as we asked our horses for an easy gallop and
headed out onto the sunny grassy plain with the Misty Mountains in the
mid-distance to the west and a dark line of trees close to the far
eastern horizon which marked the riverbanks of the Anduin.
“In the second movie the Lothlórien elves
were sent to Helm’s Deep and Haldir died during the battle. Now in my
time this had been thought to be a scene created by Peter Jackson.
However it was in fact based on an actual event here. As for the book,
Tolkien never had the Lothlórien elves help at Helm’s Deep and in his
version Haldir lives,” I replied. Then I continued obviously puzzled “If
both men were influenced by the same inspiration flowing between our
two times then why did they write different versions of it?”
“Maybe they are free to choose what they
will do with that inspiration? I myself have never written a story so I
do not know what it feels like. Have you written a story?”
“No I haven’t either. But I have heard that it can be enjoyable.”
“Another thing that is enjoyable is racing!”
I heard Legolas say enthusiastically while he grinned at me before his
horse eagerly jumped ahead and galloped swiftly away to the south.
“Hey who said you could have a head start!” I exclaimed to which he only replied by laughing.
Now my horse needed no urging to follow and
soon we were neck and neck racing like the wind across the grassy
plain. In the end we had to agree to a tie for both horses were equally
matched and would have no doubt run themselves to exhaustion if we let
them for they were very spirited. Although this had been fun there was
no need to be in such a hurry so we set a more leisurely pace as we
headed south for the next two days while the nights were spent lying on
our backs gazing up at the stars and talking about the little things
that have a tendency to pop into the mind during such quiet times.