Legolas was filled with remorse for his treatment of the she-elf, he should have known better! A wry smile crossed his face as he remembered that she'd willingly defended herself when he'd challenged her. She had quite a sharp tongue on her, and he would take care to remember that.

"Ho! Prince of Hair! Dreaming of that she-elf are we?" Gimli demanded, grinning.

Aragorn grinning joined in, "Maybe he's still upset about the fact that she didn't fall at his feet swooning."

"Nay I think he's jealous that the lass saved his royal life!" Gimli laughed and then slapped Legolas on the leg. "Well Fairy-foot? Which is it?"

"Oh stop you two! Lady Firith is an honorable and just…" Legolas was cut6 short as his eye caught a glint of silver behind Aragorn. Focusing his eyes more, he saw something that glimmered silver. Snapping his full attention to that point the ignored his two companions.

As his eyes focused on the quickly approaching silver glint, Legolas could just make out the figure that was slumped over the pommel of her saddle. Following them came the Shieldmaiden Eowyn, a worried expression on her face.

Legolas knew he was the only one to see them and so raised the alarm, bringing Gandalf in a fluster from his meeting with the lord of dreams. Walking over to Legolas Gandalf asked, "What do your elfin eyes see?"

"Lady Eowyn has found Firith. The Lady Firith is strapped to the back of her mare, it seems she is too weak to ride alone." Legolas informed the now gathering crowed.

Gandalf raised his hand for silence, "Go down to the women and get a few of them up here. And fetch a healer!" Gandalf roared after the man who went after the requested people.

As soon as Shadowfax and Fylorn got close enough for them to reach Aragorn tried to take Firith from the saddle. Fylorn's head snapped around as she clamped her teeth onto his arm. She danced out of the way of the grabbing hands that tried to remover her rider.

As if all the movement had jostled her into wakefulness, Firith sat up stiffly one hand grasping her shoulder.

"Dorai iriv'teshai kyela." Firith managed to grit out and immediately Fylorn calmed and allowed her rider to be removed. Whickering as she was lead away, Fylorn bowed her head and followed the man leading her away.

Gimli, annoyed, tugged on Legolas's hair, "Ho Fairy-foot! What did the lass say?"

"She said, 'Your duty is over for now, be still.' That was a enidien warhorse. Now come let's go, we're the last ones out here." Legolas turned and paced towards the keep, the disgruntled dwarf following.

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In the hands of the human healers, Firith was fading. Gandalf could see the worry Eowyn displayed, and he knew that something was not going right. Charging into the sickroom, all modesty forgotten, the wizard looked around till he spotted the senior healer. "Ho! Kalimer! What goes here?"

" I know not Gandalf. But I do know that if she continue's to fade, she will not make it. I do belive we need to call on her father." Kalimer stopped and eyes sad looked down at the she-elf. "But if we do, you know what her fate will be."

"Exile. Forever banished from her homeland. For an elf, that is the ultimate price to pay." Gandalf sighed, "But it must be so."

A/N: Thanks to all my reviewers! This chapter is for you! ^-^!