Chapter Five:
Boromir's death and the loss of the two jovial hobbits were almost too much for the others to bear. Even though his heart was not pure, Boromir was dedicated to the task at hand and fought bravely to the death. The others tried to collect themselves as best they could before moving on to the forests, where the Lady Galadriel reigned. They looked forward to rest and good food as they trudged along the bloody path.
After a tense welcome into the fabled land of Lorien, they were allowed to bathe themselves and prepare to meet the Lady of the Woods. Alatia could not think of words to help poor Frodo, who had lost both his mentor Gandolf and a respected member of his fellowship. She felt his fear and wished on all the world that he did not have to bear such an impossible burden. With nothing to say that could help him, she headed off to bathe her bloodstains and clear her mind.
Awhile later, Legolas had just sat down to dinner when he realized that Alatia was not with them. He had saved the seat beside him in expectation of her arrival. He was still confused as to their last encounter and could not help but wish that she were sitting beside him. The other members of the fellowship also became anxious, having lost two members of their company already and unable to trust anyone at this point.
Alatia had finished bathing and combing out the knots in her hair when the Lady Galadriel appeared beside her with a beautiful robe and combs for her hair.
"You know, your father isn't here but if he was, he would tell you how proud of you he is," she spoke.
"Oh, I doubt that, but am glad for the hospitality you show my friends," Alatia responded. "They do not know who I am and I don't think it would help them right now to have that knowledge, so I hope that we could keep it amongst ourselves."
"Your quest is a very important one, and as much as you were accepted it looking for adventure, I think you will also come out with an experience of a different sort," said Lady Galadriel, combing the young elf's hair.
Even though Alatia tried to hide her thoughts, the Lady of the Woods had a power as to know exactly whom she thought of when she said this.
"Ah, I see. I think you are in luck, for he is waiting at the table for you to join him."
The two women entered one after another, and the sheer awe of the men was visible on their newly washed skin. Legolas could not tear his eyes from her, and his surprise at her appearance was so complete that it caused a small smile to cross her face.
Her once-matted chestnut hair was now flowing over her shoulders and down her back in perfect waves. Her smooth skin was free of the mud stains and truly glowed with an inner radiance. She wore a richly embroidered robe whose colors were reflected in the intensity of her eyes. He was joined by the other members of his fellowship in watching her as she moved around the table and sat down beside him. Every once in awhile, he could not help but steal a glance at the beautiful woman sitting next to him. Her features resembled those of Lady Galadriel herself, and her beauty was comparable as well. The question haunted him now more than ever.who was this girl?
Boromir's death and the loss of the two jovial hobbits were almost too much for the others to bear. Even though his heart was not pure, Boromir was dedicated to the task at hand and fought bravely to the death. The others tried to collect themselves as best they could before moving on to the forests, where the Lady Galadriel reigned. They looked forward to rest and good food as they trudged along the bloody path.
After a tense welcome into the fabled land of Lorien, they were allowed to bathe themselves and prepare to meet the Lady of the Woods. Alatia could not think of words to help poor Frodo, who had lost both his mentor Gandolf and a respected member of his fellowship. She felt his fear and wished on all the world that he did not have to bear such an impossible burden. With nothing to say that could help him, she headed off to bathe her bloodstains and clear her mind.
Awhile later, Legolas had just sat down to dinner when he realized that Alatia was not with them. He had saved the seat beside him in expectation of her arrival. He was still confused as to their last encounter and could not help but wish that she were sitting beside him. The other members of the fellowship also became anxious, having lost two members of their company already and unable to trust anyone at this point.
Alatia had finished bathing and combing out the knots in her hair when the Lady Galadriel appeared beside her with a beautiful robe and combs for her hair.
"You know, your father isn't here but if he was, he would tell you how proud of you he is," she spoke.
"Oh, I doubt that, but am glad for the hospitality you show my friends," Alatia responded. "They do not know who I am and I don't think it would help them right now to have that knowledge, so I hope that we could keep it amongst ourselves."
"Your quest is a very important one, and as much as you were accepted it looking for adventure, I think you will also come out with an experience of a different sort," said Lady Galadriel, combing the young elf's hair.
Even though Alatia tried to hide her thoughts, the Lady of the Woods had a power as to know exactly whom she thought of when she said this.
"Ah, I see. I think you are in luck, for he is waiting at the table for you to join him."
The two women entered one after another, and the sheer awe of the men was visible on their newly washed skin. Legolas could not tear his eyes from her, and his surprise at her appearance was so complete that it caused a small smile to cross her face.
Her once-matted chestnut hair was now flowing over her shoulders and down her back in perfect waves. Her smooth skin was free of the mud stains and truly glowed with an inner radiance. She wore a richly embroidered robe whose colors were reflected in the intensity of her eyes. He was joined by the other members of his fellowship in watching her as she moved around the table and sat down beside him. Every once in awhile, he could not help but steal a glance at the beautiful woman sitting next to him. Her features resembled those of Lady Galadriel herself, and her beauty was comparable as well. The question haunted him now more than ever.who was this girl?