Frodo averted his gaze from the three arguing, knowing he was the source of the problem. The fact that the ring would not be safe anywhere making his stomach sink, recalling the words of the voice he heard in his head.
The rapid elvish came to halt, drawing his attention back to the three. He barely registered the whisper of leaves as a figure landed in a crouch on the talan, slightly panting. He tensed at the sudden arrival, nerves worn raw from their harrowing flight through Moria. Frodo had just enough time to note the figure was a female elf, dressed like the other Lothlorien elves and armed similarly, for in the next leap a note had been thrust into the marchwarden's hands and the figure was in Legolas' arms.
With all haste she sped from the city, her companions being left behind in her excitement. Clutching the note in her hands she sped through the trees, excitement coursing through her giving her speed. Catching sight of the talan she made a final leap onto edge of the talan, landing in a crouch. Pushing herself the rest of the way she saw Legolas' hand start reaching, the heat of his gaze drew her in as she flung out her arm pressing the note into Haldir's chest, the other hand reaching for Legolas. Pressing their foreheads together, their eyes fell shut. All she was aware of was the sound of their breathing, panting in the night from exertion and emotion, his hand cradling her face, his other entwined with hers, and she gripped his collar in relief at seeing him alive. The emotions swelling around them.
Aragorn's broad smile informed Frodo that all was well, despite the glower from the marchwarden. Relaxing again he studied the pair, averting his eyes after a moment at the intimacy, noting others had done the same.
Struggling to catch the note, Haldir went to glower at his sister's lack of decorum before noting the seal. Hastily he read its contents. "I will bring you before the Lady," he announced crisply, "Rest here tonight." Aragorn bowed his head in acknowledgement. Haldir turned towards his sister, allowing himself a short moment of joy at seeing her with her beloved before clearing his throat and questioning, "You alone cannot relieve those required as an escort."
Thalarwen pulled away blushing, but Legolas was loathe to relinquish her fully and kept her hand. "In my haste, brother, I may have outpaced your relief. I return with you as an escort."