Ah ha! Finally another chapter! I'm also working on another story, so I hope to get the first chapter of that up soon. Be warned… I might actually be writing a romance…. Anyway… this chapter is Legolas in Lórien.

-A

In Lothlórien

At last, my grief was allowed to be felt in full. The shock of letting it back overwhelmed me at first, but the Lady of the Wood offered me words of comfort. Again and again my heart broke and my soul shattered as I remembered how resigned Mithrandir looked as he fell into the shadowy depths. And again I wished it had been I, not the wizard.

As evening fell in the Golden Wood I accepted the gift of clothing from my kin. I was grateful for their comfort and the closeness that I did not know in the Fellowship. I let my tears flow, let out my regrets and pain and even my anger, and finally I felt spent. A calm flowed through me, one I had thought I wouldn't feel again for some time. An acceptance of sorts of the loss we had suffered. I could do little more than thank the Elves that surrounded me, but I had to return to the company.

Lórien's atmosphere soothed me, the soft lights that filled the great trees and smooth voices flowed from high above. Words in Sindarin and even a few whispers of Quenya, languages I could listen to forever. I felt so very at home here, I would have been happy to remain in these woods for the rest of my days. Soon I was amongst the Fellowship.

Suddenly a chorus of voices rose from the trees above us and around us. My eyes lit and I could feel my spirit being calmed and mended by the words I heard. "A lament for Gandalf."

Pippin's voice, though quiet, broke our reverent silence. "What do they say?"

I could only offer the man a soft decline; "I cannot bear to speak it, for me the grief is still too near." My pride would not allow me to seem weak in front of this company. I closed my eyes as my native tongue of Sindarin entered a verse. The tones were so familiar and a wave of grief and homesickness swept through me. I mourned for the fallen Istari and I mourned for the thought that now plagued me….

I may never see my beloved home again.