She didn't seem to want to continue the subject, he didn't press for more. Some how he knew she would tell him when the time was right. Suddenly she got up strode over to a desk and opened a draw. (She had of course left the towel across his shoulder.) She began rummaging through the draw and found what she was looking for. She picked up a few pieces of paper and brought it to him. He didn't see at first then it came to him.
" This is the day the fellowship left Rivendell."
He looked at the picture long and hard, everything was the same as the day they left.
"These are not as great but bear purpose they were all drawn by my good friend Frodo except the one you see that was Elrond's."
He looked they were so vivid and life like it brought tears to his eyes. It was the mountain pass. He saw everyone's look of dismay but his own. That was he revealed his good footing in the snow. The next was Moria. It was the Tomb of Durin, Lord of Moria; the company was all fighting Orcs. He longed to be with his friends.
" This Drawing was done by Aragorn."
Tears mounted high in Legolas' eyes. It was the last moments of Boromir.
" It was sent over with Gandalf."
A single tear steamed down Legolas' face. She leaned over and gently kissed his brow.
" He was great, but the easily consumed by the power of the ring."
The next was the battle at Helms Deep. He saw the valiant form of Gandalf Riding into battle. The simple thought of the beginning were he was older and bent to the great warrior Gandalf became. Smiling Legolas continued looking at all the grand pictures. She got up opened the draw and got a bag out.
" Dawn is near, I must begin to gather things of importance such as these portraits, for they mustn't be lost in this old tree forever. Sleep friend for it appears you are most certainly to live."
Sari then began to hum the loveliest tune Legolas had heard in years; slowly he drifted of to sleep.