6 "The Journey"
A month later, they set out for Rivendell. The journey was fairly uneventful. Reneal, the sons of Elrond and several other Dunedain had gone along to be escorts for Gilrean and her son.
Along the way, Aragorn would get restless and they would have to stop so he could run around a bit. On many of these stops, or as they were riding, he would ask his mother and Reneal what the Elves were like.
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"I'm sure you'll find out soon enough! They are all very beautiful. They are very sad and happy all at the same time. They are happy because they love all that is good and kind and beautiful."
"Why they sad?" Aragorn interrupted Reneal.
"I was getting there, if you would be patient. You know a hunter has to be very patient while waiting for an animal to get close enough to shoot."
Every now and then he would interject little bits of advice into their conversations.
"You not answer me!"
The twins had been listening to the exchange and Elladan interrupted Reneal, "Aragorn, the Elves are sad because our time in Middle Earth is ending and we have to sail away into the West to never return. Those who take that journey know they will miss those that stay behind and the lands that they have helped to keep up. Though there are some who forsake this choice and remain in Middle-Earth as mortals."
"Oh, Why do they leave?"
"It's part of who we are, just like being a hunter and protector is apart of who you are and will become."
Later that night, they heard singing in the trees. Gilrean told Aragorn that they were getting close to Rivendell for it was said "the elves like to sing and play in the trees at night."
"What they saying?"
"I'm not sure. That is their language. It's Elvish."
"I like that. Can I talk it?"
"If you want to, but not tonight. Go to sleep my little hunter, we still have a ways to travel tomorrow."
But it was too late… a chord had been struck in Aragorn's heart. He couldn't go back to sleep. He knew everything was going to be OK from now on…His soul felt at peace.
