Adanaur traveled through the forest with the swiftness and grace that only
the elves possess. It was not long before he had reached the wood of
Lothlorien, the home of the beautiful Lady Galadriel. He entered the wood,
only to be met by a group of elves surrounding him with arrows. They
lowered their guard down when they realized who it was, one of them spoke.
"Welcome, Adanaur, what brings you here, so far from home?" he asked. Adanaur held up the letter.
"I bring a message for the Lady of the wood," he said. "I will take it to her," he said, quickly stuffing it back into his shirt when the elf who had spoken tried to take the sealed envelope.
"Very well, follow me," said the elf, seemingly annoyed. He led Adanaur down a long narrow path, winding in all directions, until finally they had reached the center of Lothlorien, where the buildings were high among the trees. No matter how many times Adanaur saw this place it always amazed him. The Lady descended the steps and smiled when she saw him.
"I bid thee welcome Adanaur, but pray, what is it that brings you here?" she asked, after giving him a welcoming embrace. He showed her the letter with Morhirwen's seal. Galadriel's smile vanished. She took the letter and beckoned for him to follow. She led him down a long flight of stairs and into a garden where there was a stone bench to sit on. She sat down and carefully read the letter. She looked up at Adanaur; her face had lost all trace of happiness and now looked worried and frightened.
"I will alert the others of this, but you should go back to Mordor. Your love will have need of you soon I fear," he nodded and without saying anything else turned and began the journey back to Mordor. As he was walking along he suddenly realized that Galadriel had referred to Queen Morhirwen as his love, he would never understand how Galadriel knew the things she did. He had no recollection of mentioning it to anyone at all, and he did not think Morhirwen had for they did not want attention drawn to them. With her being the queen it would be hard to have a normal relationship if everyone knew about them. Galadriel had always had some strange way of knowing more about people than even they did, and sometimes Adanaur had to admit he found that a bit scary.
The journey back to Mordor was much faster for Adanaur, for he had nothing to conceal and therefore did not need to avoid being seen. He was glad of this for he did not want to take longer than he had to, he did not like the idea of Morhirwen alone and unprotected like she was at the moment. He knew that he was only her messenger but he was also one of the best warriors in Mordor, and trusted no one else to protect his queen. He was like her unofficial body guard, and he took that job very seriously.
"Welcome, Adanaur, what brings you here, so far from home?" he asked. Adanaur held up the letter.
"I bring a message for the Lady of the wood," he said. "I will take it to her," he said, quickly stuffing it back into his shirt when the elf who had spoken tried to take the sealed envelope.
"Very well, follow me," said the elf, seemingly annoyed. He led Adanaur down a long narrow path, winding in all directions, until finally they had reached the center of Lothlorien, where the buildings were high among the trees. No matter how many times Adanaur saw this place it always amazed him. The Lady descended the steps and smiled when she saw him.
"I bid thee welcome Adanaur, but pray, what is it that brings you here?" she asked, after giving him a welcoming embrace. He showed her the letter with Morhirwen's seal. Galadriel's smile vanished. She took the letter and beckoned for him to follow. She led him down a long flight of stairs and into a garden where there was a stone bench to sit on. She sat down and carefully read the letter. She looked up at Adanaur; her face had lost all trace of happiness and now looked worried and frightened.
"I will alert the others of this, but you should go back to Mordor. Your love will have need of you soon I fear," he nodded and without saying anything else turned and began the journey back to Mordor. As he was walking along he suddenly realized that Galadriel had referred to Queen Morhirwen as his love, he would never understand how Galadriel knew the things she did. He had no recollection of mentioning it to anyone at all, and he did not think Morhirwen had for they did not want attention drawn to them. With her being the queen it would be hard to have a normal relationship if everyone knew about them. Galadriel had always had some strange way of knowing more about people than even they did, and sometimes Adanaur had to admit he found that a bit scary.
The journey back to Mordor was much faster for Adanaur, for he had nothing to conceal and therefore did not need to avoid being seen. He was glad of this for he did not want to take longer than he had to, he did not like the idea of Morhirwen alone and unprotected like she was at the moment. He knew that he was only her messenger but he was also one of the best warriors in Mordor, and trusted no one else to protect his queen. He was like her unofficial body guard, and he took that job very seriously.