There was a feast later in the night, and soon after it started, Eowyn brought a goblet of water to Legolas. "Will you drink, my prince? See, I have filled a cup for you."

Legolas smiled. "I'll drink. But not because I love the vine." He took a long draught before handing the cup back to Eowyn.

Somehow, it slipped her hands. She tried to catch it, but instead the water floated in midair as the cup clattered to the floor.

"It's true," Legolas whispered in amazement.

"I –" Eowyn tried to explain, then ran away, tears running down her face. The water sloshed on the floorstones.

Legolas followed the Riverkeeper slowly, not wanting to bewilder her further. He found her once again to the rear of Meduseld. "Erynloth."

Eowyn startled. "Legol- My prince- I-"

"It's okay." Legolas made a soothing motion as he came beside her. "I've been waiting for you since I was young."

"What do you mean?"

"Wrap your arms around me. There's something I want to show you."

Eowyn hesitantly put her arms around Legolas' neck. "Okay."

"Come, friends," Legolas called into the night. "Bear me and my beloved to the clouds."

Winds from every corner of the earth rushed to Legolas' feet and formed a pillar of air that rose slowly up to the clouds. Eowyn gasped as she slipped once from the invisible platform. Legolas scooped her into his arms. "I've got you."

"How are you doing this?"

"The same way that you can control the water, only my gift is with the winds." Legolas smiled at Eowyn as they came within the clouds. The winds formed a clear path within and spread themselves over it. "It's safe to walk now." Legolas set Eowyn down and led her along the road.

"Why do we have these gifts?"

Legolas shook his head. "There's a story Ruin used to tell me when she was my teacher. She said that when the greater evil had been destroyed, there would be four Keepers who would rise up. They are the Sulgarthpen, or Windkeeper; the Nargarthpen, or Flamekeeper; the Bargarthpen, or Earthkeeper; and the Duingarthpen, or Riverkeeper.

"The Windkeeper could give or take air from your lungs, killing or reviving you. The Riverkeeper, his wife, could drown you where you sat. Together, they could make fierce storms. The Earthkeeper could cause the ground to tremble and reform itself. The Flamekeeper could burn you from the inside out. All of them could take forms as they pleased.

"I didn't learn until later that I am the Sulgarthpen."

Eowyn nodded. "And you believe I'm the Duingarthpen."

"Well, you can control water," Legolas said, smiling.

"Right. And speak with it, though everyone else seems to be deaf to its tongue."

"Same for me with the winds."

"So, then, we are prophesied to be married?"

"It would appear so."

Eowyn crossed in front of Legolas and placed her arms around his neck. "Well… Then…"

"Yes." Legolas leaned in and kissed her. It was a strange sensation that followed: a mix of tranquility and elation. And he wanted more of it.

Eowyn hesitantly pulled away. "We can do this again later."

Legolas nodded.

"So, three of us are found. Who do you think is the fourth?"

"Gimli, I suspect."

Eowyn sighed. "Okay. We'd best get back to the Hall. Before we're missed."

"Right." With a sigh, Legolas called to the winds, "Bring us down, my friends."