#marchwarden of lorien

[craigmania]

“I don’t think I suit blonde, but the wigs were these spectacular things which were $15,000 worth of human hair. I was always aware that if I fell over and damaged the wig, it cost a lot more than I did. 😬" - Craig about Haldir's wig. [X]

[craig-parker-cravings]

[whitegoldtower]

I think one of my favourite things about Haldir is that looking at all the other elves, they’re kiki. Looking at him? He’s a bouba elf.

The other elves are all super skinty with sharp features n shit, and even though I love that too…

When Haldir rocks up with his soft features, a little extra cushioning and the possibility of there being a bit of a tummy and some thick thighs under that armour?

I am a feral creature, crawling through the tv screen to get to Lothlórien. I want him to fold me and not stop until I’m pretzel shaped. I am a man unhinged and I need the thicc elf sat on my face tyvm.

[the-lady-auri]

Finished commission for a regular of their new LOTR elf, Nínel, a Marchwarden of Lothlorien. Finally figuring out this lined mixed with painted style properly I think.

[the-elvenprince]

🤣🤣🤣🤣

[fantasies-fairytales-n-fics]

Holy Haldir! 😍

[cclumsyart]

Haldir of Lórien

[elentarial]

For the first sentence game. Sweet preferred, please. If you don't mind visiting this character, that is. :)

"Celebrían watched snowflakes drift from the darkening sky like falling stars and smiled, then frowned; they still were not home and it was growing cold."

She had the utmost faith in her father’s marchwardens; Haldir and his brother Orophin were competent and brave. They would lead their small party safely through the mountain passes and back to Lorien. Still, she felt something was not as tranquil as the gently falling snow suggested, and her mind wandered back to the warmth of the Hall of Fire. Oh, how she longed to be back there, basking in the warmth of the stone pit, blue and silver flames dancing. Celebrían was so consumed in dredging up memories that she failed to notice the approaching rider and nearly flopped inelegantly off her mare when a gloved hand reached out. 

“You left this in Imladris. I thought to return it to you before you crossed the mountains again.”

[sanisse]

Um hi hello you asked about one of my blorbos?? You get a couple babies because we might as well talk about the Lorien boys together.

(Gods, I’m so sorry I didn’t realize how long this was. )

I’m also now realizing that despite me also having a side lotr blog, I haven’t posted about this. ANYWAY.

In addition to previously mentioned:

-Haldir, as previously discussed, is fairly vanilla when it comes to sex. Maybe more neutral or just not into dynamics is what I’d call it? Like he’s unlikely to Be a Dom, but he can be dominant in the bedroom. I also don’t see him as very verbose in general (unless he’s being a snarky bitch which is why I love him) and this translates to the bedroom. Lots of raised eyebrows or gentle flicks if you’re being a tease; pressing your hands into the mattress to show you that’s where he wants you; etc. He’s very show and action through indication rather than telling or ordering you around. You know what it means. If you don’t, you’ll find out because he will pick you up and rearrange you for him. Then you’ll get one of his very few verbal good girl/boy/etc. Homies a Marchwarden, he more than has the strength. Alternatively, he’ll kiss you until you’re breathless and whimpering and arching against him and then he’ll move you where need be.

-He checks in with you a lot, mostly by pressing kisses to places or running a hand over you to give you a minute then asking “good?”. He’s very considerate and careful with you at all times. He doesn’t leave bruises (unless you ask but he hates seeing you injured). Even his hickies tend to be fairly light unless he’s leaving the next day for patrol. Which is good considering how many he gives you. He’s a kisser and a biter. Also, again, this man is Marchwarden. There’s no place safer in the realm than with his arms tight around you, whether that’s in a hug or holding you up while he takes you against the wall.

-Really into kissing and nuzzling and soft caresses and keeping a gently hand on you to guide you. He’s so overwhelmingly sweet that it will bring tears to your eyes. More than once. Not to say that he’s not rough, though. He’s just better at taking roughness than doling it out. He’ll spank you if you ask but if you spank him, he’s to come before it’s over.

-Haldir’s not not experienced sexually but a lot of it is mutual masturbation and him getting fucked while out on patrol.

-If we’re talking dynamics, I actually hc him as more submissive. He’s very worshipful of his partners and will spend hours giving oral and kissing their bodies. He loves holding others and being held. Very soft boi in emotion and sexually. But he also loves being the bottom of a prone bone and just being lovingly railed. (And vice versa; the man’s arms) He loves getting praised and it will make him melt into you and cling to you. Very shy when he’s submissive. He’s got quiet, open-mouthed gasps and pants, but he’ll scream when he comes if it’s good. His voice is so much higher when he’s like this. Especially if you tell him how good he his while you’re holding him to you and you let him come inside you. Doesn’t have a big sub-drop. Coming kind of just takes him out of it and then he’ll get flustered when you take care of him.

-I can not emphasize enough how much of a sweet man he is. Prickly on the outside, teddy bear on the inside.

-I’ve seen a lot of people hc that he’s a jealous type and I don’t agree. With him being gone so often on patrol, any relationship he engages in requires a lot of mutual understanding and trust and he will not enter into a relationship without one. What I do see him as is incredibly protective and a worrier. Esp if his SO has an illness or disability. He makes sure they have an adequate support network and will lock them away when he gets home for a day or two if he can get away with it for lots of soft sex and kissing. But you have had more than one fight about his over protectiveness because it tends to be controlling. When he cools off and he admits he’s wrong, best fucking sex. Everything is does is to please you and push over the edge again and again. Very good at overstimulating his partner and less enjoys orgasm denial. (Unless it’s him, he loves being overstimulated and denied; either is fine.)

-I also read in a fic somewhere (and I’m sure this is hc), that masculine elves cook rather than feminine and I see Haldir as such a good cook and baker. If he knows he’s leaving ahead of time, he’ll make a ton of his SOs favorites and leave them for her. He’s no talk, all action.

-Now, now if you want a Hard Dom (the whole nine yards I’m talking spankings, whippings, power play, restraints, long complicated scenes etc), you go to Rúmil. This ellon is In Charge and does not submit. (He’s tried because he believes in knowing what his partner is experiencing so he can make adjustments and act accordingly but he did not have a good time. Just emotionally and mentally it really fucked with him.) He, like Haldir, is a very attentive and caring partner, but you know. With whips 😂 He’s incredibly experienced and regularly takes partners to bed. If there were Lorien and middle earth munches and clubs, he’d be a regular. He’s just very sturdy and will lock his arms around you. Actually very good with subdrop (because again, he makes it a point to be a good dom). Has more experience and leans toward men and enbies, but he’s up for any partner. He’s also more than willing to teach people so they’re safe, sane, and consensual. He’s just a heart of gold hidden behind snarky words and cold glares. All the Lorien boys are like that; it’s called trauma.

-Orophin is my babie. He’s a sex-repulsed asexual who spent a lot of time trying to figure out sex and being confused with it until one of his brothers asked why he was doing something he didn’t like and then he was like OH. Gets railed about once every 300 years if he’s having a really bad day and needs to take his mind off of life, but he regrets it every time because his hand would have been better. Note: I don’t see him as aro so sometimes if there’s like Lothlorien Valentine’s Day, he’ll make sure to get lots of smooches for the soul.

This has been in my inbox forever bc every time I read it steam just comes out my ears. I have nothing productive to add. It’s all so good. I just want you all to look at this 🙏🫠

[craig-parker-cravings]

[wareagleofthemountain]

Long Story…

Summary: Orophin and Caladwen have a little adventure.

Caladwen leapt from tree branch to tree branch, sharp green eyes fixed on the ellon beneath her who was currently plodding along the muddy path pulling a cart behind him. The chilly air nipped at her fingers and the earth was left dampened by the recent rainfall. The rivers of Lorien were at their most productive, flowing fast and running deep. It had been Orophin’s idea to set off towards the creek bed and try to pan for gold as all the recent activity would have no doubt stirred up the sediment which lay below the water.

“Could use a little help here.” Her brother in law grumbled, the wheels of the cart having gotten caught in the mud for what must have been the fiftieth time that day.

Caladwen grinned, swinging upside down on a Mallorn limb by her ankles. “What’s wrong? The big, strong Marchwarden Orophin having a hard time?”

“I’ll show you a hard time, you elfling!” He smirked, muttering a hushed command to the tree she was hanging from, a vine promptly slithering out to fling her off.

“Oof!” She sat up from the bush she’d landed in, scowling at the smug face staring back at her. “Real mature.”

“You had it coming.” His eyes sparkled with mirth and he extended a hand to help her up. “Alright, let’s get the shovels. Again.”

Caladwen chuckled. “I love how you bought these with the intention of digging up rocks in the creek, but all we’ve done with them so far is excavate our cart from the mud.” She reached out and retrieved the two items in question, both Warden-grade shovels struggling not to bend under the thickness of the mud and already caked in grime.

“I’m just glad Rumil reminded me to grab them when I was headed out the door this morning. Nearly forgot.” Orophin panted, chucking away his third scoop of debris into the tree line.

“Eru forbid ‘tis one of us who should get caught in this stuff. It’s like quicksand.” It was now Caladwen’s turn to take up pulling the cart loaded with mining supplies, the elleth noticing the fatigue in Orophin’s arms.

“If the bounty in that river is half as plentiful as the dwarves say, the mud will be worth it.” Orophin was known to frequent bars run by dwarves, as he claimed they lead to more interesting stories to tell at the end of the night. Though his brothers certainly stopped finding this habit of his amusing after the time Orophin had come scrambling home in the early hours of the morning, hurrying to lock the door and constantly looking over his shoulder. As it turns out, the young fool had been so caught up in his cups that he’d spent all of his gambling money at the bar. And dwarves, especially the very greedy miner Orophin had played cards with that night, do not take kindly to not receiving their winnings. The dwarf spent two hours banging on their Tallen door and shouting curses at the ellon inside about what he was going to do if Orophin didn’t pay up. Haldir ended up having to foot the bill that night, and in turn Orophin earned a very long lecture about responsibility the next day as well as being put on paperwork filing duty for the following week to teach him a lesson.

But did that experience deter the willful ellon from returning to such establishments? Of course not!

“Haldir thinks we’re mad carrying on out here in the cold like this.” Caladwen’s heart clenched, already missing her husband. She thought back to Haldir’s soft blue eyes gazing up at her as he knelt to tie her boots this morning, draping his rainproof cloak over her shoulders as she walked out of the door. Even now she could feel his warm breath ghosting over her pointed ear, and hear his voice making her promise to stay safe in its usual gruffness. It made her long to be in his embrace once more, Caladwen focusing her attention on her fea to connect with the ever present reassurance of their soul bond. It was like having her skin kissed by the thin reys of the sun on a warm summer day; not overpowering, but just enough to feel its comforting presence.

“I’m sure he’ll warm up to the idea when we bring home the gold!” Orophin puffed his chest out confidently, and Caladwen could see that he had no intention of leaving the creek without his treasure.

Both elves stopped and turned to each other when they saw the steep slope that lay before them, terrain dotted with boulders and trees. It was the only way to get down to the water they realized with a shared sigh. Now, had it only been the two of them, this hike would have been no trouble. But unfortunately, there was no way they could make it down while pulling the cart.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Orophin gave her a sly wink.

“No. Come on. No! Orophin!” Caladwen was now seated in the cart, Orophin standing behind it with his feet ready to give him a running start.

“It’ll be fine.” He assured her.

“Famous last words!” The elleth protested. “How are we even going to get it back up here when we’re done?”

“Meh, that’s our future selves’ problem.” Was the last phrase Caladwen heard before her world became a blur of colors zipping by as they rolled down the cliff, Orophin having pushed off and now sitting behind her. “Lean left!” He commanded between gritted teeth, struggling to throw his weight around enough to guide the direction of the cart.

“Look out!” Caladwen’s eyes went wide, seeing a huge tree only a few feet in front of them. “Need a plan here pilot!” Her voice was panicked, but also agitated by his lack of response.

They held their breaths and leaned in the opposite direction, just barely grazing the tree. Orophin was the first to burst out laughing when the shock wore off, Caladwen joining in with shaken hands.

“Woooo! Take that! We rule this mountain!” Orophin threw his head back, howling their victory.

“Uh… Orophin?” Caladwen’s shaking again.

“Oh no…” His eyes fall on the ledge in their path, approaching too fast to react. “Brace for impact!”

Instinctively, Orophin moved to cover Caladwen’s body with his own, wrapping around her to break her fall as the two were ejected from the cart. The wood splintered as it hit the ground below.

Orophin landed on his feet, carefully lowering her to the soil. “You okay Cali?”

“Yeah, I think so…” She panted.

“Haha! See? Told you we’d make it.” He patted her shoulder as he walked off to scavenge for their mining supplies which were now strewn about all over the bank. Eventually, everything was retrieved, and the wide array of tools Orophin managed to procure for their trip was truly impressive; old kitchen pans with holes poked into the bottom of them to act as sifters, a pick to scrape mud and moss off of potentially valuable rocks, and the aforementioned shovels. Lastly, each elf brought a pack filled with food, fresh water, and plenty of space to take home any treasures they might find. They eagerly leapt into the cold water, standing about waist deep as they began digging for handfuls of rock to sift through.

Caladwen stifled her laughter as Orophin nearly face planted trying to walk in the stream, his boots so close to getting sucked off of his feet by the mud. “You good?”

He immediately picked up on the sarcasm in her tone, gathering a clump of slimy moss from the end of his shovel and holding it in front of his face with a wrinkled nose. “Ewww… think fast!”

The elleth yelped as it landed in her already messed hair, overbalancing and landing in the stream. Sputtering, she scrambled to her feet.

“You look like the creature from the Black Lagoon.” Orophin chuckled.

“Who eats troublesome lads like you!” She couldn’t help but splash him to even the score.

Not having any luck in their current position, Caladwen decided to branch off and sift in a shallower section of the creak by the bank, perching atop a rock outcropping. Her eyes lit up when they caught sight of something interesting in the bottom of her pan.

“What is it?” Orophin’s ears pirked up.

“Not gold, but look at this beautiful wild clay!” She exclaimed, holding the chunk of clay, a marbled combination of orange and purple, up to him. “This would be perfect for making jewelry beads!” She set about collecting as much as she could, even happening upon a few patches of yellow clay, and wrapping the material in damp cloth before placing it in her bag. Orophin, for his part, was not able to locate any gold but collected a few unique small fossils embedded in rocks.

He was the first to notice the darkening skies, having learned through all his years as a warden that it would be unwise to travel given how intense the rainstorms have been in case of mudslides. “Let’s tuck in for the evening. I saw a cave about half a mile upstream.”

XXX

Caladwen and Orophin were eager to put their supplies down once they reached the mouth of the cave. The cart had been broken in the crash, leaving them to carry their tools along with the heavy packs. Caladwen built a fire and they left their cloaks and boots to dry by it, nibbling on lembas and relaxing in a soft patch of moss by the warmth.

“I’m bored.” Orophin groaned, apparently unable to withstand the lack of activity in the last five minutes.

“Hmm…” Caladwen tapped her chin thoughtfully, eyes wandering over the stalactites on the roof of the cave. “Want to play a game?”

“I’m listening.” He rolled over to face her.

She picked up two sticks from the surrounding area, dipping them into the charcoal and water mixture that had collected in puddles in the darker regions of the cave, creating a quill of sorts. “It’s called three line. You draw three arbitrary lines and the other person has to create a picture out of them.” She demonstrated by scribbling three lines on the cave wall, Orophin quick to follow. They switched places and proceeded to begin to craft an image using the abstract lines they were given.

“There. A masterpiece!” Orophin said ostentatiously as he unveiled his work.

Caladwen squinted. “What is it?”

He swats her playfully, his face a mask of mock offense. “A slice of cake!” As if it was obvious.

“Did it get run over by a horse?” She quipped.

He laughed. “Don’t blame me, they were your lines.” He leans over, looking at her drawing. “A sun?”

“You got it!”

Their night was filled with laughter, paining the walls with round after round of three line until they drifted off to sleep.

XXX

They must have been quite the sight, coming over the hill caked in mud and carrying supplies that were even dirtier.

“What… happened to you two?” Was all Haldir could muster as he leapt down from his watch tower to meet them.

“Long story…”

[bisexualbumblebee-writes]

Fluffuary 2023 Day 13: Secret Relationship- Haldir x OC

Haldirx Sephera

Description: After the fall of Gandalf the Fellowship seeks refuge in Lothlorien, where Sephera is faced with the one she'd been secretly courting.

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: This oc is so new I haven't even put her in my oc guide lmao.

Challenge made by the lovely @darthglitterfanfictionictionnfiction

It felt like Sephera couldn’t breathe. Watching Gandalf fall into the abyss below with a Balrog had almost been too much for her to handle. For a moment all she could do was stare at the place he previously stood in shock. Then she tried to go after him (though she knew it would be in vain), but was stopped by Aragorn, who led her outside as quickly as he could. 

Once outside Aragorn forced the grieving Fellowship to get up and continue on lest they fell victim to swarms of Orcs. They traveled for almost the entire rest of the day until they came upon the treeline of a massive forest. They stepped through the treeline and began trekking through it carefully. Sephera nearly faltered in her steps when she realized where they were. She hadn’t been there too many times, but she knew that they were in the forest of Lothlorien simply based on its beauty alone. She remained close to the Hobbits as Gimli began speaking. 

“Stay close young Hobbits,” he instructed, gently holding Frodo’s arm. “They say a great sorceress lives in these woods, an Elf Witch of terrible power. All who look upon her fall under her spell…and are never seen again!” Sephera couldn’t help but roll her eyes at him. Dwarves were so dramatic when it came to Elves. 

“Well, here’s one Dwarf she won’t ensnare so easily!” Gimli continued boastfully. “I have the eyes of a hawk and ears of a fox!” Not even a five seconds after he finished speaking were they suddenly surrounded by armed Elves. In an instant everyone was on the defense. Sephera prepared to pull out her sword out of pure instinct, but was stopped by Aragorn’s hand on her wrist, his other hand being held up in peace. The girl slowly let go of her sword and copied him hesitantly. 

“The Dwarf breathes so loud, we could have shot him in the dark,” a blonde Elf said as he stepped forward, raising an unimpressed brow when Gimli growled. The girl’s breath hitched at the mere sight of the Elf. It was Haldir, Marchwarden of Lothlorien, and the Elf she’d secretly been courting for nearly a year. 

Well, she didn’t know if they could classify it as secret, per se. They’d met almost a year and a half ago when he was on patrol of the surrounding woods. Sephera had accidentally wandered in while on a mission for the Wanita Hutan. He helped her find her way out, and they just kept finding each other until he finally asked her to court him. The problem was that neither of their kingdoms knew about it as they wanted to have some privacy before they announced it. After all, Haldir was one of the leading Elves of Lorien. It was sort of thrilling, knowing that they had each other to themselves, but Sephera had begun to wonder when the time would come where she could show him off as hers. 

She didn’t say anything to him quite yet, though, and she certainly wouldn’t right now. It felt odd to see him here while she had multiple arrows pointed at her and her companions. He seemed to have heard her breath hitch because their eyes met just a second later. Sephera watched as a look of recognition filled his eyes. However, before he could speak further, Aragorn did. 

“Haldir o Lórien, henio, aníron, boe ammen i dulu lîn. Boe ammen veriad lîn (Haldir of Lorien, we come here for help. We need your protection).”

“You bring great evil with you,” he said, looking at Frodo, then he paused. “You can go no further!” Everyone turned to Frodo, but Sephera’s eyes stayed on the Marchwarden as Aragorn quickly pulled Haldir to the side, beginning to speak avidly to him in Elvish. After several minutes it didn’t seem to be working, and Sephera decided it was time to step in, secrets be damned. 

“Aragorn,” she called softly, resting a hand on the Man’s shoulder and causing both him and Haldir to face her. She shot him a look, and he seemed to understand what she wanted because he moved away to stand beside Legolas and Gimli. Once he was far enough Sephera faced Haldir. 

“Haldir, henio, oe ammen veriad lîn. Andelu i ven (Haldir, please, we need your protection. The road is fell),” she said softly. 

“Edest tau rachathren (It is too dangerous),” he responded in the same tone. “Boed hernia han (You must understand that).” 

“I caro, savnen i caro. Ach edest tau am rachathren an men ed ennas than andh misi (I do, believe me I do. But it is more dangerous for us out there than for you in here),” she said desperately. 

“Sephera-”

“Andelu i ven. Henio, aníron, boe ammen i dulu lîn! (The road is very dangerous. Please, understand, we need your support),” she pleaded, taking his hand in hers. “Henio, Haldir (Please, Haldir)!” The Marcharden sighed, seemingly having an internal debate with himself. Finally, he offered her hand a small squeeze before facing the rest of the Fellowship, who perked up when he addressed them. 

“You will follow me,” he instructed, turning to walk away. He kept a grip on Sephera’s hand, and everyone could see it. The thought admittedly made her smile as she walked along beside him. 

Once they reached the city and were on a wide fleet, they were greeted by Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel. Sephera, shamefully, didn’t actually focus much on what was said. Haldir stood just a few feet away from her and all she wanted was to feel his hand in hers once again. It was only when Lady Galadriel’s eyes landed on her that she was pulled from her thoughts. 

“Do not let your hearts be troubled,” she spoke kindly, looking at each member of the Fellowship individually. “Go now and rest, for you are weary with sorrow and much toil. Tonight you will sleep with peace.” 

The Fellowship was led to a pavilion that sat amongst the trees near the fountain. They were allowed to clean up and change into nicer clothes. Sephera ended up in a nice silver and white Elven dress, and when she walked out to the others she was surprised to see Haldir standing with the Fellowship. Once he noticed her, however, he turned to fully face her. Sephera noticed his jaw drop just enough for her to notice in awe, which made her giddy. He quickly got over that however and offered a hand to her. 

“Tolo, padradi nin (Come, walk with me).” It was more of a statement than a question, but she still linked her arm in his and allowed him to lead her away from the others. 

Just faintly she could hear Pippin questioning whether they were together, which somewhat worried Sephera. Hopefully Haldir was ready for others to find out about them or this would be a bit of a problem. They continued walking in silence until they came upon a pavilion, which they stepped under. Only then did Haldir finally turn to her, and Sephera was surprised to see a worried look swimming in his eyes. 

“Are you okay?” He asked softly. The girl knew he was referring to what happened in Moria. 

“I think so,” she ultimately answered after some thought. “I am in mourning, but I know that he would not wish me to feel this way. I will say that I am feeling much better now that I am in your presence again.” A small chuckle left the Elf’s lips at her last sentence, and he shook his head amusedly. 

“I’m glad that I could be of service,” he joked quietly, something she’d come to realize he only did with her. It brought a smile to her face as she leaned forward to rest her forehead against his. Even the smallest act was more than enough to comfort Sephera, and Haldir knew that. So, he pulled her close to him and just held her for as long as she wished to be held. They knew that people could see them as the location wasn’t exactly a secret, but they couldn’t bring themselves to care. It was about time for them to announce it, anyways.

[therapardalis]

[Meme I Can't Find from @amarthfaeg's Haldir.]

' Are you bleeding? ' ------------

"I ... was." The words seemed hesitant, in the manner of one who thought they spoke true but paused a moment to confirm. Her shirt hung loose and unbelted at her flank, and she lifted it away to inspect bandages wrapped underneath. "Yes," She nodded, finding the fabric lightly marked but dry, "I was, but for the moment it's stopped."

For the moment. Thera wasn't looking forward to the near future, when she would need to remove the makeshift dressing to properly tend the wound.

"I suspect my clothing has fared worse than I," She remarked, lowering the shirt with its tear and dried stain of red - no doubt what had prompted the Marchwarden's question at the first. "We ran into some bandits on the road, one of them made a lucky shot." 'We' being herself and her horse, Mithril, now in the care of Lorien's grooms.

"I would show courtesy to your Lady and Lord," Due greeting as manners dictated, "And then I'd appreciate lodging and a warm water tub."

[fantasies-fairytales-n-fics]

Modern day santa Haldir 🎅 🎄

[cclumsyart]

Haldir WIP

2013 X 2023

Took a long time, but some progress

[sotwk]

Haldir, Marchwarden of Lothlorien

Haldir Headcanons

The following HCs are written for the purposes of Haldir as a supporting character in "Sons of the Woodland King".

Dedicated to @creativity-of-death, in honor of her love for Haldir and in answer to her request for HCs that might have gotten a *little* out of hand from my end. Thanks for the inspiration! :)

Family History

Haldir was born in Lorinand during the rule of King Amdir, in Second Age 1528. 

Haldir’s father, Belorfing, is a Teleri originally from Lindon. As a young elf he came under the service of Celeborn and Galadriel. He traveled with the Lord and Lady as they migrated from Lindon, to Eriador, and then Eregion. Finally, he followed Galadriel and Celebrian when they moved to Lorinand (Lorien), where he settled down after meeting his wife.

Haldir’s mother, Ninniel, is a Silvan who served in the royal household of King Amdir.  

Haldir’s two younger brothers Rumil and Orophin were both born within 100 years after him, making them close in age by Elven standards. 

History as a soldier and marchwarden 

When he was just a young soldier of about 150 years, Haldir marched under the banner of Prince Amroth to fight against Sauron’s forces during the Sack of Eregion. 

Even after the loss of Eregion, he continued to participate in the War of Elves and Sauron, joining the armies of Gil-galad that defended Eriador. 

He once came close to Sauron himself on the same battlefield (although he did not engage with him directly), which forever left an impression on him.

Around SA 2100, Haldir and his brothers all moved to Greenwood with their father, Belorfing, to join the household of Prince Thranduil. (see section “Connections to Thranduil and his family” for more info)

Haldir, Rumil and Orophin all fought in the War of the Last Alliance, but because they (fortuitously) marched under the banner of Prince Thranduil instead of King Amdir or King Oropher, they all survived, although they suffered grave injuries. Only Haldir returned years later to participate in the Siege of Barad-dûr.

Once the war was over, Haldir and his brothers made the decision to return to Lorinand, for the sake of their loyalty to their birthplace and out of a desire to support King Amroth after the grievous losses suffered in Dagorlad. 

The brothers took positions as marchwardens, with Haldir quickly promoting to Captain.

Haldir is recognized as one of the kingdom’s best warriors and is also assigned to train all new marchwardens. 

Romantic Relationships

I have not given this much thought and would prefer to leave it open to interpretation/imagines, but I do HC at least that by the War of the Ring he is already happily married to his one true love, a wonderful Silvan elleth, and has at least one child  (a daughter) with her. 

He is an amazing husband and father. His wife and daughter are his greatest weaknesses. 

I utterly reject the Two Towers scene of Haldir dying at Helm’s Deep. I don’t reject much of the things Peter Jackson contributed to LOTR canon, but this is one of them. Haldir is alive and well, PERIOD.

Personality, skills, and interests

Haldir’s experiences with war and death, which surpasses that of most of the Galadhrim of his generation, led to his somber personality.

Haldir and his brothers are able to converse easily with one another through ósanwe (telepathy), a rare skill taught to them by Lady Galadriel herself. 

He also communicates via ósanwe with his wife, especially when out on patrol. 

Haldir is wiser and more learned than the average Galadhrim because of his innate intelligence and his love for reading and traveling. He inherited a thirst for learning from his father, who is a scholar and scribe of the highest order. 

Haldir speaks fluent Silvan, Sindarin, and Westron, but can also understand some Quenya. (In contrast, his brothers only speak Silvan and Sindarin.)

Haldir’s outpost talan has an ever-present stack of books, which he reads during his breaks from watch duties. He has a special fondness for poetry, which he often memorizes and quotes. 

He has excellent penmanship and enjoys writing letters. He writes constantly to his parents and wrote countless, passionate love letters to his beloved when he was courting her.

He inherited his mother’s gentle and soothing nature and is an excellent caregiver, skilled at healing (as much as a battle-hardened warrior can be) and surprisingly domestic.

He is clean and organized, in a military OCD sort of way, and tends to get irritated by chaos and messes. 

He has a wonderful singing voice, but hates to perform. He would sing only for special people one-on-one, or in a group as part of a community celebration (as Silvan elves are known to do).

He is too self-conscious to be a good dancer. 

He is an utter momma’s boy. 

Connections to Thranduil and his family

Haldir’s father, Belorfing, moved to the Woodland Realm at about SA 2100, at the invitation/request of Prince Thranduil, to help him establish the library at Bar Lasgalen (the Prince’s palace). This great library would become the first and only center for education in the history of the Woodland Realm. 

Haldir’s mother, Ninniel, eventually followed her family to live in Bar Lasgalen and became a handmaid to Thranduil’s wife, Princess Maereth. 

When Thranduil and Maereth began to produce children, Ninniel transitioned into the role of royal nursemaid. Thus, Haldir’s own mother helped raise all five of the Woodland Realm’s royal princes, including Legolas.

Haldir’s father Belorfing features in Chapter 4 of “Greenleaf’s Day Out”: Link

Haldir’s mother Ninniel features in Chapter 5 of “Greenleaf’s Day Out”: Link