(A/N- UGH!!!!!!  I wrote this, but didn't have time to post it!!!  I had to get off while I was in the middle!  Ugh…Title means…er…well, it is a place.  So there!

~Lady Arabella Sedai)

Chapter 22- Lothlorien

"We must keep moving.  I hope to reach the forests of Lothlorien by nightfall," ordered Aragorn.

"Let them grieve, for pity's sake," replied Boromir.

"Nallon.  Nalla na le.  Norie amarth ne ngwalme ephel met?  Wille, celiel a ol ve soron narie hwesta.  Metta Telim na galad, mel, a estel.  Namaarie Gandalf…(T- I cry.  You cry too.  Why must fate bind us in suffering?  Fly, soar, dream like an eagle upon the breeze.  Together we shall return to light, love, and hope.  Farewell Gandalf… (A/N- This doesn't belong to me.  The only problem is I don't know whom it belongs too.  It was sent to me, along with about ¾ of my Elvish, by lilyflower8602, an author on this site!  So if I find who wrote it, I'll tell you!!!  This was part of a long poem/haiku/song thingy.  I dunno.))" I chanted softly as Arwen, Legolas, and Chris bowed their heads.

"Let's go!" shouted Aragorn.

"Very well," Arwen sighed.

Soon we were walking east.  I could feel the air getting lighter, cleaner.

"I peth o I bad (T- The words of the pass way?)?" came a voice from the trees, startling all but Chris and me.

"Ethuileryn (T- Spring Forest)," I replied.

"Ya naa lle (T- Who are you?)?" asked the voice.

"Nilseregwen Celebel a mithrim (T- and company (I hope))."

"Welcome, Princess," he responded, dropping out of the trees.  "I'm Haldir."

"Thank you Haldir.  We wish to see the Lady Galadriel."

"But there is still the question of why you are here…"

"Forget that, good Elf.  But I have more important business."

"Very well, milady."  Haldir led us slowly to the home of the Lady Galadriel: Lothlorien.

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Ugh!  Stupid science.  We had to make a space station out of recycled materials, and had to dress someone in our group up as an alien.  We had to do Pluto.  And one of my group members was sick, and the other dressed up.  And did a dance that he called his 'mating dance' that was really sad.  Oh well.  I probably failed.  Anyways, I'm not focused right now, so maybe only 1 more chappie.

~Lady Arabella Sedai