'Are you well, Celandiel?' Celordel asked, touching her forehead.
'Yes,' she said breathlessly, for she knew she had forgotten something very important to her, and she knew not of whether it would ever return to her.
'Do you miss Legolas?'
'Who?' The name came to her astoundingly familiar.
'No one,' Celordel replied quickly. 'Forget I have asked.'
'Whom did you just speak of?' Celandiel pressed.
'I did not say anyone's name.'
'Yes you did! Who is he?'
'No one.'
'Tell me!'
'Stop arguing, both of you!' Mithredriel said excitedly. 'Look on!'
They had reached Hobbiton. Halflings were walking about, conversing deeply in large groups.
'They are like children; tall as I am!' Celandiel gasped in amazement.
'Yes, carefree are the hobbits,' her mother replied. 'Come, I would like you to meet a friend of your father's.'
As they approached the Town Hall, many of the hobbits looked at the strangers and began to gossip about.
'Elves!' I never thought I'd see them up here in Hobbiton!' Celandiel heard one exclaim.
'So tall, so fair, and graceful!' another sighed, ''Cept for that one, she's a strange wee Elf, she is!'
'Strongly reminds me of old Samuel Underhill himself!' remarked and elderly hobbit. This was noe other than the Gaffer, Hamfast Gamgee, for he had been Drogo's gardener and knew well of the friendship.
At this, many hobbits began to stare pointedly at the short Elf-maiden. Could she have been Samuel's daughter?
'They're looking at us!' Celandiel told her brother.
'They have never seen Elves before,' her mother replied fondly. 'Ah, here we are!'
The Elves had reached Bag End. By then all the hobbits were gathered and crowded at Bagshot Row, whispering audibly.
'I wonder what Elves are doing bothering poor Mr Baggins,' a hobbit-maiden said.
'I suppose we'll soon find out,' another replied. All the hobbits agreed and returned to work, always glimpsing back at the Tall Folk at Bag End.
Mithredriel knocked. 'Mr Baggins?'
The door swung open, and a hobbit a little taller than Celandiel stepped out. He was young, with a fair face, but his eyes seemed oldened by a wisdom and knowledge. 'M-Mithredriel?' he gasped, amazed.
'Yes, Frodo, I have come again,' she replied. 'With me I have brought my son Celordel and my daughter Celandiel.'
'It's a pleasure to meet you all,' Frodo said happily, looking at Celandiel. 'Do come in. Do you need accommodation? I have plenty of room here.'
'That would be most appreciated,' Mithredriel smiled. 'I have some things to discuss with you. She turned to her children. 'Would it be all right if you two tour about the village? I do not want you to linger while we talk.'
'Not I,' Celordel replied. 'Being this tall I would draw far too much attention to others. I will go to the woods, if you please.' And he was gone.
'I'll see you all later then,' Celandiel said after a while, looking at Frodo's clear blue eyes. He smiled at her, and she too, left.
~*~
Legolas had remained in Lothlorien wince Celandiel had departed, being taken slowly by grief. Now he wondered the woods, humming a song of Celandiel he had made up, unaware that another was following closely behind.
'Why do you still think of her? She will never return to you,' the follower's voice said. She stepped out from the shadows.
'Calatalai!' Legolas said, surprised. 'What are you doing here?'
'I wanted to be with you, my Prince,' she replied, moving closer.
'Well I do not wish for company,' he retorted, his bright blue eyes blazing. 'Especially yours. Go way.'
'But Prince, you don't want to be alone; I know it. You really want me to be with you,' she said in a soothing voice. She stroked his flaxen hair.
Legolas pulled her hand from his face, disgusted. 'I will never want you nor love you.' He began to walk away.
Calatalai caught his arm. 'Stay with me.'
At this, Legolas became enraged, and twisted his arm from her grasp. 'If you try to force me to love you, I will kill you!'
'You wouldn't dare,' Calatalai said smoothly, putting her hands on her hips. 'Galadriel would banish you from these woods for ever.'
'Then I can go and search for Celandiel, if I dare.' The Elven Prince began to fit an arrow on his bow.
The Elven Princess's eyes widened, and she began to back away from the dell. 'Please, don't kill me; I want to be with you!' she squealed.
His arrow remained fixed on Calatalai, but his eyes were wandering. He thought he had seen a figure: an Elvish girl. Legolas accidentally loosed his arrow.
Calatalai shrieked, and immediately he turned his attention to her. He became afraid and he ran to where she lay on the grass.
'Calatalai?' Legolas said softly, frightened that she was dead. He touched her face.
She opened her eyes, 'Ah, so you do love me.' She pulled him closer, and they became embraced in a kiss.
'Yes,' she said breathlessly, for she knew she had forgotten something very important to her, and she knew not of whether it would ever return to her.
'Do you miss Legolas?'
'Who?' The name came to her astoundingly familiar.
'No one,' Celordel replied quickly. 'Forget I have asked.'
'Whom did you just speak of?' Celandiel pressed.
'I did not say anyone's name.'
'Yes you did! Who is he?'
'No one.'
'Tell me!'
'Stop arguing, both of you!' Mithredriel said excitedly. 'Look on!'
They had reached Hobbiton. Halflings were walking about, conversing deeply in large groups.
'They are like children; tall as I am!' Celandiel gasped in amazement.
'Yes, carefree are the hobbits,' her mother replied. 'Come, I would like you to meet a friend of your father's.'
As they approached the Town Hall, many of the hobbits looked at the strangers and began to gossip about.
'Elves!' I never thought I'd see them up here in Hobbiton!' Celandiel heard one exclaim.
'So tall, so fair, and graceful!' another sighed, ''Cept for that one, she's a strange wee Elf, she is!'
'Strongly reminds me of old Samuel Underhill himself!' remarked and elderly hobbit. This was noe other than the Gaffer, Hamfast Gamgee, for he had been Drogo's gardener and knew well of the friendship.
At this, many hobbits began to stare pointedly at the short Elf-maiden. Could she have been Samuel's daughter?
'They're looking at us!' Celandiel told her brother.
'They have never seen Elves before,' her mother replied fondly. 'Ah, here we are!'
The Elves had reached Bag End. By then all the hobbits were gathered and crowded at Bagshot Row, whispering audibly.
'I wonder what Elves are doing bothering poor Mr Baggins,' a hobbit-maiden said.
'I suppose we'll soon find out,' another replied. All the hobbits agreed and returned to work, always glimpsing back at the Tall Folk at Bag End.
Mithredriel knocked. 'Mr Baggins?'
The door swung open, and a hobbit a little taller than Celandiel stepped out. He was young, with a fair face, but his eyes seemed oldened by a wisdom and knowledge. 'M-Mithredriel?' he gasped, amazed.
'Yes, Frodo, I have come again,' she replied. 'With me I have brought my son Celordel and my daughter Celandiel.'
'It's a pleasure to meet you all,' Frodo said happily, looking at Celandiel. 'Do come in. Do you need accommodation? I have plenty of room here.'
'That would be most appreciated,' Mithredriel smiled. 'I have some things to discuss with you. She turned to her children. 'Would it be all right if you two tour about the village? I do not want you to linger while we talk.'
'Not I,' Celordel replied. 'Being this tall I would draw far too much attention to others. I will go to the woods, if you please.' And he was gone.
'I'll see you all later then,' Celandiel said after a while, looking at Frodo's clear blue eyes. He smiled at her, and she too, left.
~*~
Legolas had remained in Lothlorien wince Celandiel had departed, being taken slowly by grief. Now he wondered the woods, humming a song of Celandiel he had made up, unaware that another was following closely behind.
'Why do you still think of her? She will never return to you,' the follower's voice said. She stepped out from the shadows.
'Calatalai!' Legolas said, surprised. 'What are you doing here?'
'I wanted to be with you, my Prince,' she replied, moving closer.
'Well I do not wish for company,' he retorted, his bright blue eyes blazing. 'Especially yours. Go way.'
'But Prince, you don't want to be alone; I know it. You really want me to be with you,' she said in a soothing voice. She stroked his flaxen hair.
Legolas pulled her hand from his face, disgusted. 'I will never want you nor love you.' He began to walk away.
Calatalai caught his arm. 'Stay with me.'
At this, Legolas became enraged, and twisted his arm from her grasp. 'If you try to force me to love you, I will kill you!'
'You wouldn't dare,' Calatalai said smoothly, putting her hands on her hips. 'Galadriel would banish you from these woods for ever.'
'Then I can go and search for Celandiel, if I dare.' The Elven Prince began to fit an arrow on his bow.
The Elven Princess's eyes widened, and she began to back away from the dell. 'Please, don't kill me; I want to be with you!' she squealed.
His arrow remained fixed on Calatalai, but his eyes were wandering. He thought he had seen a figure: an Elvish girl. Legolas accidentally loosed his arrow.
Calatalai shrieked, and immediately he turned his attention to her. He became afraid and he ran to where she lay on the grass.
'Calatalai?' Legolas said softly, frightened that she was dead. He touched her face.
She opened her eyes, 'Ah, so you do love me.' She pulled him closer, and they became embraced in a kiss.