Chapter Four

"This is the throne room, so to speak. You will be receiving guests here. I will let you know if any are coming."

"Very well." Aislinn simply replied.

/Aislinn could you do me and Celeborn another favor? Could you also answer the inhabitants of Caras Galadhon's questions?/

/On top of receiving guests?/ Aislinn asked.

"Yes. If it wouldn't be too much trouble. You do need the experience." she explained, obviously (again) knowing something that she didn't.

"No, not at all. I would be honored." Aislinn replied.

"Very well then that concludes the grand tour. I will need you to receive a group of people tomorrow."

"The Fellowship?" she asked, her father told her about them in his letter.

"Yes. They are on their way here as we speak. So I will need you to be in the throne room tomorrow all day since we don't know when they will arrive. Be ready."

"As you wish, Lady Galadriel." Aislinn said, dipping her head.

/Thank you Aislinn./

~The next day~

/Aislinn!! Hurry! They're here!!/

/Fix your circlet!/

/Yes, Milady/

There they were before her. They couldn't see her; it was an amazing feeling that came over her...like she belonged doing this sort of thing.

"We welcome you to Caras Galadhon." Aislinn greeted the Fellowship, stepping down onto the last step where she, then, remained.

"Who's we?" Gimli the dwarf demanded.

Aislinn mentally rolled her eyes.

/How typical of a dwarf!/

"The residents of Caras Galadhon and I, Gimli son of Gloin."

"Where are the Lord and Lady?" Estel* asked.

"They are very busy right now, so they asked me to greet you in their stead." Aislinn explained.

Aislinn looked around at them; Legolas, Estel, Frodo, Merry, Pippin, Sam, and Gimli...

/Where is Gandalf?/

Her voice soon echoed her thoughts.

"Prince Legolas, tell me where is Gandalf? I am sure that Lord Celeborn would wish to speak with him." Aislinn asked.

"He has fallen. The work of a Balrog of Morgoth." Legolas explained.

/Tell them that we will grieve for Gandalf later, but go rest for now./

/Yes, Milady./

"We will grieve for Gandalf later; go rest for now."

~Where the Fellowship is resting~

"A lament for Gandalf." Legolas explained.

"What do they say?" Merry (I think it was) asked.

"I have not the heart to tell you for those who grieve are still too near." Legolas replied.

"Legolas, what was that back there?" Aragorn inquired.

"What?" he asked.

"In the throne room, I saw what you were doing back there. The reaction on her face was great."

"I don't know really. It could've been anything. Lust, love...a serious infatuation." Legolas admitted.

"I didn't realize that Elves lusted." Aragorn said, raising an eyebrow.

"......Well, now you do."

~Near where the Fellowship is resting~

"Dear Eru! The Prince likes me! Help me Lady Galadriel!! Please!?" Aislinn pleaded exasperated.

"You don't like the Prince? Many Elves would disagree with you." Galadriel said calmly.

"I like him but I don't think that I could stand him for the rest of eternity."

"Well, who could you stand?" Galadriel asked, deciding to poke a little fun at her..

"Hmmmmmm......you can't tell anyone but.....one of your grandsons. They have gorgeous bodies, they're smart and mmmm-mmmmm!" Aislinn admitted.

"Really?"

/I'll keep that in mind..../

*Aragorn's name in Rivendell