Author's notes: Sorry that this part is so short. I ran out of ideas for scenes in Lothlórien. The next should be longer.
Any ideas for me?
The Fellowship Of The…Baby?
Seven: In Lothlórien Part II
The voices of the Elves filled the air with their song. Tunes high and low blended together in a song that was melodious, yet monotonous, quiet, but filled with the utmost sadness and grief. The song echoed about the trees, and it was as if the trees themselves retained the song, lamenting for Gandalf as well.
"What are they saying?" Aragorn asked.
"I cannot say," Legolas answered, voice filled with pain. "For me the grief is still too near."
Frodo had curled up between the gap of two great roots, silent. Sam sat by him, holding Gaelin and Frodo's hand.
As the songs continued, the Hobbits fell asleep. Boromir and Aragorn talked until they too went into slumber. Legolas stood gazing off at the star-filled sky which could be seen in patches through the interwoven branches.
Haldir joined him quietly. "Are you taking it well, Legolas?"
The Elf of Mirkwood looked at Haldir. "No, Haldir. I have known the Mithrandir for long. It will be long ere I can accept his absence."
"Aye. It is a great loss indeed!"
The two Elves remained silent in respect of their memories of Gandalf, until whimpering noises reached their ears.
Gaelin, who had been placed on a soft mat of moss, was throwing his clenched fists about, crying out in his sleep. He was having a nightmare.
Legolas raised a brow when none of the Company awoke. Exhaustion have overcame them, he realized, catching Haldir's eyes as he approached the baby.
Gaelin frightened himself awake just them, and saw Legolas, reaching out his arms to be carried.
Legolas looked lost for a moment, then lifted the baby up awkwardly, rejoining Haldir. He knew not what dreams had frightened Gaelin, but it felt that the young one needed some comfort.
Which he did not know how to give.
"What do you mean to do?" Haldir asked.
The Elven prince thrust the baby at the other. "Sing to him."
Haldir sputtered in disbelief. "Me? Nay, not I."
"You're older than I, Haldir."
The Lórien Elf held Gaelin numbly, who had calmed down somewhat. "What do I sing?"
Legolas shrugged. "I do not know, for it is trees I sing to, not children."
Haldir stared at Gaelin for a while before starting awkwardly with a song of dawn, of Arda, and of peace.
The baby fell back into sleep, head on Haldir's shoulder, drool trickling from his mouth.
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He smiled in dark joy. The child had taken to the Eight well. It would make the game much more fun.