Chapter 5
Legolas couldn't believe it. Gandalf was dead. He had been right about the Balrog. It was beyond any of them if even Gandalf had been unable to drive it off.
"Boromir, Legolas, get them up!" Aragorn said, clearly reffering to the hobbits who were sitting and crying.
"Give them a moment for pities sake!" Boromir exclaimed. He stared at Aragorn in shock. Aragorn's reply calm.
"By nightfall these hills will be swaring with orcs," the ranger replied. "We must reach the woods of Lothlorien. Come Legolas, Gimli, get them up." He began to glance aroun. "Frodo? Frodo!"
The hobbit was standing away from the rest, and he looked back at Aragorn with a very sad expression. Legolas didn't blame him. The hobbit had really cared for the old wizard.
Legolas glanced involuntarily at Rana. He noted that she remained somewhat expressionless and impassive. He made a mental note to question her later on her motive for saving him earlier with the cave troll.
"My reasons are my own, Legolas." Morwen replied somewhat angrily. Why was the other elf asking her this? He was no doubt still questioning her loyalty. And he is right to do so. I wonder, does he suspect that I plan to kill him, and all the others? she wondered. They were wandering through the woods of Lothlorien now. They had just entered a few minutes ago. No sooner had they stepped into the elven woodland than had Legolas caught up to her and began to question her.
She stopped suddenly. The others soon got a little ahead of them.
"Legolas, Rana, hurry up!" Argorn clled to them.
"We'll catch up soon!" Morwen replied. She then turned to face Legolas.
"Why can't you just trust me?" she asked him, and was surprised to find that she was wishing with all her heart that he could.
"We'll catch up soon!" Rana assured Aragorn before turning to face him.
Legolas's heart beat quickly. He was almost certain that she was going to kill him. So he was surprised when instead, she asked him a question.
"Why can't you just trust me?" He stared at her in shock. The elleth looked genuinely upset that he didn't trust her.
"So far you've given me no reason to."
"How?" she demanded.
"Well, for starters, I'm almost certain that Rana isn't your real name, secondly, you hesitated to help Frodo, and looked like you'd do nothing at all until you caught me watching you, and thirdly, you appeared reluctant to kill the orcs in Moria." He watched as Rana paled an begna to leave. He caught her wrist. He noticed that she went pale. "Tell me the truth, Rana. I know you're lying."
"I can't tell you," she whispered, before running away from him to catch up with the others.
Boromir watched as Rana ran towards them to catch up, followed closely by Legolas. He noticed that the black haired elf was paler than usual. He didn't ask her why, though.
"They say that a great sorceress lives in these woods, an Elf-witch of terrible power," Gimli said to the hobbits. Boromir glanced at both elves. Legolas was scowling slightly, whereas Rana had raised an eyebrow and wore an expression of guarded curiosity. Recalling Legolas's words in Moria, he narrowed his eyes at her and tried to see if she was faking. It did look a little suspicious. "All who look upon her fall under her spell . . . and are never seen again."
At Gimli's words, Boromir shuddered and forgot his slight suspisions about Rana.
"Well, here is one Dwarf she won't ensnare so easily. I have the eyes of a hawk and the ears of a fox– " Gimli stopped suddenlyas he gazed at an arrow that was almost touching his face.
A tall blond elf stepped forward. "The dwarf breathes so loud we could have shot him in the dark."
Legolas breathed a quiet sigh of relief. Haldir. He listened as he and Aragorn exchanged a few quick words in Elvish, speaking a little himself. Finally, Haldir agreed to bring them to Lothlorien. He noticed that Haldir suddenly turned his eyes on Rana, with an expression of shock, horror, and slight anger.
"Why is she here?"
Morwen winced at Haldir's words. She was caught, and as he spoke, she knew it. She should've killed the Fellowship when she'd had the chance.
"Well? Why is this 'elleth' with you?" Haldir asked again, putting emphasis on the word elleth, as if to say she wasn't really an elf.
"What is the problem, Haldir?" asked Aragorn. "What's wrong with Rana?"
"Rana? Is that what she said her name was?" said Haldir. "I can guarantee you that is not her name."
Morwen smirked. "It seems that I've been caught," she said simply. "Alright, I admit it. I lied. I'm not really Rana. That was just the first thing that came to mind while thinking up a fake name."
"Then who are you really?" asked Legolas. She smiled at him. The elf prince was likely feeling somewhat triumphant that he'd been right. She noticed that the four hobbits, particularly Frodo, were looking at her with an expression of slight fear.
"He can tell you," she said, jerking her head towards Haldir.
"Her name is Morwen," Haldir said. "She is Sauron's daughter."
Three of the hobbits looked terrified, while Pippin looked up at her curiously. Legolas looked at her with an expression of hatred, Boromir looked betrayed, and Aragorn was looking at her sadly. Gimli looked ready to cut her head off with his axe.
"Why, Morwen?" asked Aragorn. "Why did you lie to us?"
Morwen looked back at him. "My father sent me to retrieve the one ring for him. I was told to kill any that stood in my way. I did what I had to to gan your trust. Clearly I've failed, but I may have succeeded, if the elf hadn't mistrusted me from the beginning." She fought back tears. She had actually come to think of them as her friends. Would she have been able to kill them if she hadn't been found out by Haldir? She didn't know, and the not knowing was scaring her. She had to get out of there immediately. She couldn't stay.
"Now if you don't mind, I have to go." She ran from them, as quickly as possible. Arrows were shot at her, but she somehow managed to avoid them.
A sudden loud winnie was heard, along with the thundering of hooves. "Morbein," she whispered. As her dark horse thundered by, she easily jumped on, and rode away from Lothlorien.
