Horse hooves lead up to the great gates of King Thranduil's halls inside the dark of Mirkwood, and Haldir breathed a sigh of relief that they had finally arrived. There had been a problem with the forest river, and while Glaeron and Carandol were still in high spirits behind him, he was now having to carry Tatharon, who would not be woken, after the latter fell in the stream. He was, needless to say, unimpressed, but still greeted the Mirkwood elves politely. - masqucradc, Haldir
Meludir had been assigned as one of the guards sent to greet the visitors from Lorien, these were the kinds of assignments that he was often given. He was sure that it was due to his relatively young age compared to most other elves on the guard, but it didn't so much bother him. No job is unimportant as his Mother would say!
“Haldir! It is good to see you and your companions again, it's been to long since you last visited.”
