Heyla, Gang, it's EHAB again. This was supposed to be Chapter Six,
but some things came up, and Phe-Chan was unable to post last week, and we
decided that the chapters are pretty much interchangeable as far as order
goes, so we flipped them around. We actually did that with Chapters Three
and Four, too, but I can't remember why. Anywho *ducks Meggie's pillow*
(inside joke), this chapter is fairly to the point, unlike my author note.
Many of you guessed at our enigmatic evil, and most of the guesses, if not all, were JUST shy of the mark (wicked grin). All the same, very good tries all, very, very good; I commend you, and thank you for your reviews! - EHAB
And now, Chapter Five: Funny Looks
Weeks passed, and on a time the small company that had set out from Minas Tirith came at last to Caras Galadhon: Aragorn, Arwen, Faramir, Eowyn, Eomer, and Gimli. Galadriel and Celeborn welcomed them and, when the group had rested, had chairs brought for them before the Elven thrones, and they all of them took counsel together. Aragorn revealed to his Elven hosts the troubles of Gondor, Rohan, and Erebor. The Elves were silent in grief and uncertainty.
"Are the Elves afflicted also?" asked Aragorn. "Do the Elven warriors disappear as well?"
"No," Galadriel answered softly.
"Forgive me, Lady, but I thought that you were," Gimli said in some surprise. "At least, when I stayed in the halls of Thranduil - I had gone there with Legolas, according to our pact, and I woke one morning to discover the whole palace in an uproar because no one could find him."
"Legolas! Legolas is gone?" Aragorn cried. "You did not tell me, Gimli!"
"I waited for the counsel of the Lady," Gimli said uncomfortably.
"Legolas! Ai, ai..." Aragorn put his face in his hands.
"But Legolas is with Andrea," Galadriel said, frowning.
All looked at her in shock, save Celeborn.
"Andrea? The little red-haired child from Helm's Deep?" asked Gimli, ignoring the funny looks the others were giving him.
"Yes. I spoke with their friend Sivi not long ago, and they both do quite well," Galadriel said calmly.
Aragorn and Gimli slumped in relief.
"In point of fact," Celeborn spoke up, "we were just about to go and pay them a visit, as soon as Haldir arrived from the North Border, and Arwen's father Elrond from Rivendell. Would you care to come with us? There is one among them who could perhaps explain some of these mysteries to us."
"Of course we will," Aragorn said; "When should we be ready to start?"
Many of you guessed at our enigmatic evil, and most of the guesses, if not all, were JUST shy of the mark (wicked grin). All the same, very good tries all, very, very good; I commend you, and thank you for your reviews! - EHAB
And now, Chapter Five: Funny Looks
Weeks passed, and on a time the small company that had set out from Minas Tirith came at last to Caras Galadhon: Aragorn, Arwen, Faramir, Eowyn, Eomer, and Gimli. Galadriel and Celeborn welcomed them and, when the group had rested, had chairs brought for them before the Elven thrones, and they all of them took counsel together. Aragorn revealed to his Elven hosts the troubles of Gondor, Rohan, and Erebor. The Elves were silent in grief and uncertainty.
"Are the Elves afflicted also?" asked Aragorn. "Do the Elven warriors disappear as well?"
"No," Galadriel answered softly.
"Forgive me, Lady, but I thought that you were," Gimli said in some surprise. "At least, when I stayed in the halls of Thranduil - I had gone there with Legolas, according to our pact, and I woke one morning to discover the whole palace in an uproar because no one could find him."
"Legolas! Legolas is gone?" Aragorn cried. "You did not tell me, Gimli!"
"I waited for the counsel of the Lady," Gimli said uncomfortably.
"Legolas! Ai, ai..." Aragorn put his face in his hands.
"But Legolas is with Andrea," Galadriel said, frowning.
All looked at her in shock, save Celeborn.
"Andrea? The little red-haired child from Helm's Deep?" asked Gimli, ignoring the funny looks the others were giving him.
"Yes. I spoke with their friend Sivi not long ago, and they both do quite well," Galadriel said calmly.
Aragorn and Gimli slumped in relief.
"In point of fact," Celeborn spoke up, "we were just about to go and pay them a visit, as soon as Haldir arrived from the North Border, and Arwen's father Elrond from Rivendell. Would you care to come with us? There is one among them who could perhaps explain some of these mysteries to us."
"Of course we will," Aragorn said; "When should we be ready to start?"