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From:

grumpycatanthir

"No." He agrees. Haleth will be Haleth, after all.

He watches her as they eat, seeing the changes time has wrought on her and realising how smitten he is, for it makes her only more beautiful in his eyes.

"What did you want to speak of?" He asks as they finish.

From:

takesnoshit

They eat in silence, and she feels his eyes rest on her. She makes no protest. She does not look at him in turn, but he is so bright in her awareness that the rest of the forest around them might as well not exist.

She sets aside the remnants of her dinner, cleans her mouth and hands, reaches for another cord of wood to add to the fire. Sparks fly up into the air.

"It has been three years," she says finally, looking at the sparks floating above the flames. "Do you still feel as you did then?"

From:

grumpycatanthir

"It has." He agrees, and raises an eyebrow at her.

"What does it matter if I do? You made your position... very clear."

From:

takesnoshit

Haleth nods slowly, taking this in, still watching the fire. She does look older than she did, but stronger, more hale. Three years of peace and regrowth has given her much that she lacked, and the Haladin also. A relative prosperity. Her hair is decorated with beads and feathers, tightly braided against her head to the shoulder, where it flows more loose.

She is not wearing the dress he once gave her, though she has it still. But the clothes she wears were cut from cloth of his making, and the embroidery at the edges is his.

"A thing impossible has happened," she says, suddenly looking at him, her gaze clear and forthright as ever. "Impossible enough that I do not expect you to believe me when I tell you of it, which is no slur to either of our honors. A woman came to the Haladin some months ago, brought by the winds and Higher Powers from a time long beyond this one. Her name is Canien. She has my features, my hair, the look of the Haladin. But she is also clearly elfborn, and has your eyes, and names herself Caranthiriel."

She falters suddenly, looking away, and her next words are much quieter. "She smiles as you do." Or as he used to, at least. Which he mostly only did when looking upon Haleth.

From:

grumpycatanthir

It pleases him, to know his gifts are being used, even as it hurts, that she accepted his gifts but turned him away in turn.

"An impossible thing?" He raises the other eyebrow, only to stare at her.

Haleth doesn't lie. And even if she would, why would she tell a lie of such absurdity.

"But... you cannot have children." he stammers.

From:

takesnoshit

"So I have thought." Haleth looks back, serious and certain. "But even so, I believe she is all she claims to be."

From:

grumpycatanthir

"But... but that's impossible!" Caranthir stammers. "I... I have had no other... feelings... for any. And you have no sister in any case."

From:

takesnoshit

"You have misunderstood." She meets his gaze without faltering. "She is our daughter, Caranthir. Yours and mine."

From:

grumpycatanthir

"Ours?!?" Is about all he can manage.

From:

takesnoshit

"Yes. I have no doubt of it."

From:

grumpycatanthir

He drops his head into his hands and shakes his head, taking a few deep breaths before he lifts his head and looks at Haleth again.

"What... what did our daughter..." And Eru but that's so strange to say. "What did she want of us?"

From:

takesnoshit

He is taking this more calmly than Haleth had expected, in truth. She shrugs. "Nothing. She does not know why she was brought, not how, nor for what purpose. So far she has been content to remain with the Haladin, spending time with...with the mother she had lost."

Her eyes lower for a moment. It is not knowledge of her own eventual death that troubles Haleth, but speaking of it to Caranthir. She pokes at the fire, unnecessarily. "There is no way to return to her own time that she knows of, save for the long road. She is inclined to view this impossibility as a blessing of sorts." Her eyes flicker back to him. "She does wish to meet with you, if you are willing."

From:

grumpycatanthir

He is taking this calmly because the alternative is to run away screaming.

He flinches a little at the reminder that Haleth is mortal. He has more sympathy for Aegnor, these days, not that he would ever say that to his cousin - besides, Aegnor didn't even try.

"I...." He says helplessly and then nods. "I ... I would like that. But. The reasons you gave... still hold. For me."

The Oath, the Doom.

From:

takesnoshit

Haleth, in contrast, has always been calm about Canien's appearance and existence. Impossible or not, it is a fact; she had only to decide what to do about it. And that, in the end, was not difficult.

Much more difficult to decide how Canien's existence changes her relationship--or lack of it--with Caranthir. If it does.

"They do," Haleth agrees, her voice quiet. "But Canien escaped those fates. That much she has told me." She closes her eyes briefly. "There are many things about her life I have refused knowledge of, for they are not mine to know. But that, I did ask. The Doom of the Valar perhaps weighs on her as it does on all the Firstborn, but the Oath at least did not ensnare her."

Haleth is nearly unflappable; her temper is hard to rouse outside of battle, and she can face tempests without upset. But there is relief underlying her words, and to one who knows her there will be something else obvious: she loves this impossible daughter. There are very few whom Haleth loves, by any measure, but Canien is among them.

From:

grumpycatanthir

He sags, visibly relieved.

"That is good." He breathes, throwing a hand over his eyes. "That is very, very good."

Of all the arguments Haleth gave, that one was the cruelest, for it was the truest, as well, that Oath and Doom followed hard at his heels, and to bind to him would be to bring It's attention to those he most loved, and it was that argument that has kept him away.

From:

takesnoshit

The way he sags tugs at her heart, and she feels the pangs of guilt. "The cruelest thing I did was to use your fear of the Void against you," Haleth says, her voice even more quiet than it was. "I am sorry. I should not have done it."

From:

grumpycatanthir

"It was only cruel because it is true." He says and scrubs at his eyes before letting the arm fall.

"It is still true, Haleth."

From:

takesnoshit

Haleth forces herself to meet his gaze, even though his reddened eyes make her ache. "That you fear the Void--or that you fear I and mine would be pulled to it, by your Oath?"

From:

grumpycatanthir

"Both." He admits hoarsely.

"Haleth, the noose grows ever tighter, I can see it in my brothers, and doubtless they can see it in me. Sooner or later, we are going to lose."

From:

takesnoshit

Haleth looks pained; she likes the fact of his Doom as little as he likes the fact of her mortality. "But if Canien speaks truly, she escapes that fate, when the time for it closes around you," she says finally. "As do I and all the other Haladin."

They have been sitting several feet apart, but now Haleth stands and moves closer, kneels on her haunches next to him. Slowly, giving him plenty of time to rebuff her if he chooses, she reaches for his hand, the one he used to cover his eyes. "I do not know if you ever realized that when I drove you away, there was one argument I did not make."

The one that above all others would have ended the matter: she has never said she does not love him. It would have been by far the easiest way, and it would have been a lie.

From:

grumpycatanthir

"That is a blessing unlooked for." He says quietly, and looks back at her, allowing her to take his hand.

"Was there?" He says quietly, still angry enough to want her to say it.

From:

takesnoshit

Haleth exhales a short, sharp breath. Her eyes drop, and a rueful smile flits across her face. She deserved that rebuke. She knows it. She kneels there looking at their joined hands for a moment longer. She should not have spoken this far--she had not intended to--but his obvious fear and grief of his future could not be ignored.

"I do love you," she says finally. "I always did. I do not know if that will bring you any comfort, after all this time."

From:

grumpycatanthir

He sucks in a sharp breath, and the hand in hers trembles.

"It does." He says hoarsely.

From:

takesnoshit

She does not look up at his face. That measure of privacy, at least, he has. And besides, she hardly needs to; she can feel how his fingers tremble in hers. "Good." It is barely a whisper.

There is another pause before, with a sigh, she releases his hand and stands, walking back to her previous seat. "Canien intends to ride to see you whether you wished it or no, in truth," she says, and her voice is almost steady. Almost. "But agreed to let me meet with you first and give warning." She looks at him very briefly, and back again almost at once. "It is a strange thing to meet with one who knows you so well while you know them not at all. But I have found much in Canien to make me proud, and think you will also."