Haldir had been the Marchwarden of Lothlórien since....Well since his parents demise. Instead of playing with other Elflings he had been trained to be the perfect warrior. Archery, an art no one had been able to best him since his adolescent years. His whole purpose given to him since birth. That's what Haldir was made for and he had been always content with it, to serve his Lord and Lady. But now he listened to Galadriel in her halls talking about arranged marriage. Suddenly the fearsome Marchwarden should play Husband. "My lady? I- I don't even have time for such things." Haldir was half of the time guarding the northern boarders in the forest. "It has been already settled. You need heirs, quickly. A spare that will take your place should something happen to you." Haldir wasn't sure if he should feel insulted or should take it like the rest of his duties.