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"She is weak," Elrond said. The Fellowship returned to Rivendell and went straight to the Lord Elrond, healer and foreseer. "But I can heal her."

"We will wait for your word, Lord Elrond," Gandalf replied.

"Gee, I'm hungry!" Pippin said gleefully.

"You're always hungry, Pip!" Merry answered.

"So?" Pippin looked at him.

"Hobbits!" Gimli said. "Such silly little beings."

"Eladriel will take care of your famishment if you wish," Elrond said.

"Let us go then," said Gandalf. The Fellowship moved toward the door of the lavish room that the elf maiden was laid in. Elrond was standing over her with the ability to heal her ailments, although he was not sure was caused her unconscious and weakened state.

"I shall stay," said Legolas. All eyes turned to him.

"No, Legolas. You shall come with us. Let us eat and regain our strength," replied Gandalf. He had not seen this side of Legolas before. Gandalf had been told of his strength and focus and of his fantastic elven abilities that were far more impressive than others of his kind. Legolas looked down at the red haired elf girl lying unconscious for a last time and moved toward the door. As the Fellowship exited, Gandalf and Elrond's eyes met and they exchanged a look that encompassed both surprise and concern.

"Frankly, my dear friend Gandalf," Lord Elrond began. "I have not seen an elf bearing fair red hair since I was much younger." Elrond could not peel his eyes away from the girl. His elf eyes, so bright and sharp, were becoming hazed and soft as they were affixed in a faraway stare. Finally Gandalf spoke.
"Likewise, Lord Elrond." Gandalf replied, raising an eyebrow in a such a manner that was distinctive of Gandalf the Gray. "I had heard stories of fair red haired elves, but I thought they were all passed. Gone, especially from Middle Earth."

"Yes, my thoughts are, were the same. But she, this girl, survives."