Crann
{Araorë.}
Legolas' heart was pounding in his chest. What would he say to him? What could he possibly say to him? He came to the door just as another knock, so loud it made his fingers jump, pounded into his ears. He slowly opened the door to reveal, not Araorë, but a young servant, clearly upset. His long mahogany hair was pulled back tightly and the earthen, muddy color of his outfit told Legolas he must work outside, probably in the stables. Legolas recognized him as the servant he had passed in the hallway carrying the large pile of new leather. The same feeling of déjà vu puzzled him for a moment before he suddenly remembered where he had seen him before.
"My Lord." The servant bowed quickly, returning his eyes to the prince. "My name is Nevturar."
{The servant who met me at the gates! What was he doing here?} Nevturar's nervous glances past the prince's shoulder made Legolas uncomfortable as he waited for an explanation for the servant's interference. The youth stuttered slightly and glanced over his shoulder once or twice into the empty hallway beyond.
"I watched you take her. She is here…she is here and I must speak with her." If anything, Legolas had expected nothing at all like this. His eyebrows fell into a confused "V" and he felt his throat begin to run dry. Swallowing difficulty, he spoke with as much confidence as he could summon:
"I know not of whom you speak." Nevturar's jaw set as he pointed towards the antechamber.
"She is there! The one who knows…everything. She is a Seer, the last of her kind." Nevturar spoke as though this was common knowledge, but the concept was new to Legolas who still stood silently. Nevturar grew slightly impatient as his bright blue eyes grew angry and his high cheekbones set themselves squarely.
"I must be allowed to see her before he knows you have taken her."
"Before who knows?"
"Your friend."