Disclaimer: See chapter 1 (the bit where Tolkien's stuff is not my stuff) Gilthol of Lorien is, though he has only a cameo.
Note: See previous chapters
"I wish we knew what they were singing," Sam sighed as the hobbits listened to the elves in the trees raise their voices in hauntingly beautiful song.
"A lament for Gandalf," Aragorn explained. "He was a friend of these elves."
"What happened to Legolas?" Pippin asked, abruptly changing the subject.
"I left him with Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel."
"Will he be alright?" Frodo asked.
"We will see in the morning."
Aragorn left them and went to Boromir.
"How is Legolas?" the Gondorian queried.
"I do not know."
"Were you friends?"
"For many years. I met him when I was attacked by a group of orcs. Legolas was tracking that same party out of Mirkwood, and came to my rescue. He saved my life." Aragorn took a deep breath.
"Rest, Boromir. These borders are well protected."
"Sleep will elude me here...for a little while longer," Boromir said with a weak smile.
Aragorn meant to question further, but he was suddenly so exhausted his bones ached and a roaring noise filled his ears. Aragorn staggered to his sleeping place and collapsed in relief. He was literally asleep before his head hit the rolled-up cloak that served as his pillow.
Hi, a short one again, just filling the gaps, here. There was an elvish phrase in the last chapter; Belain na le, mellon-nin. It means, the Valar be with you, my friend. SOOOO sorry about that.