Elven words in this section:
He- She Deris- Remains Guruthos- The Shadow of Death
Hall- Veiled Im- I Malus- Pales
Can- Call Ed- Out Al- Not
Ah- With Nin-My I- The
Nauth- Thoughts A- And Bain- Fair
Hollen- Closed An- To Thir- Countenance
Enni- Me Cuinars- Lives Ned- Of
The forest just outside of Imladris shuddered. The thunderous pounds of an Elven prince on tree after tree turned nature on its ear. The trees groaned at the anger that was attacking their precious bark. But some leeway was given to a Prince of the wood.
Two days of walking, and thoughts of how to protect the young one that had taken on such a heavy burden, had not quelled the outward fear of the normally stoic Mirkwood Elf. There was nothing he could do to change the situation and that had driven him to distraction. Legolas was extraordinarily unnerved.
"He deris hall," he whispered to the leaves that slumbered in his hands, "Im can-ed-ah nin nauth, a he deris hollen an enni!"
Something was wrong, terribly wrong, and he knew it. Though he could not place exactly what it was, what was happening to Arathoniel, he knew something was wrong nonetheless. She had never ignored when he called to her. She was normally only too glad to heed his pleas for companionship. But now, in a time of great need for them both, he could not find her. Her mind was seemingly closed to him. His eyes closed in thought as he, again, attempted to find his bereth, his queen.
"Legolas?"
A hand of comfort rested on his shoulder. It was that of Aragorn, the one force in all the world that could calm his thoughts at that time. That King of Men, that mortal, that last of the Dunedain, was above all else a friend. Only he seemed to understand the fears that had overtaken Legolas.
"You must not let these thoughts haunt you. She is following the past that she must. Arathoniel is able to control her own fate. You must trust her ability."
"Her ability is the only thing that I do trust, my friend. But that evil that she now faces..."
Aragorn raised a hand to halt the dark thoughts of the Elf. However, his own thoughts were of an even darker nature. "Do you believe she is already dead?"
"Guruthos malus al-i bain thir ned nin bereth," Legolas cried out.
Anger was now mixed with fear. This should not have been her task, he thought. It should have been anyone's task but hers. What manner of being could be keeping her from him? What could keep her mind from his? Where was she?
Dropping to his knees, Legolas turned his eyes towards the reddened sky. With fists balled tightly, his entire body shook. "ARATHONIEL," he cried out, before he forced his pain inward.