Chapter 18 ~ Nearing Departure
That night at the meal Fuineth was aware that Lord Legolas seemed to watch her more than usual. Afterwards the general company separated once more into smaller groups. Legolas, Aragorn and the twins disappeared to drink and converse and Fuineth wondered that he had not come to her or spoken with her. She excused herself earlier than usual that evening and went to bed feeling a little tearful though she assumed he was perhaps merely trying to make their parting in a few days time all the easier for her.
In the morning Lord Faramir and his two stewards came to give their farewells to the Queen and the ladies-in-waiting. Fuineth noticed Lord Anardor was warm with her, but not as attentive as he had been and wondered if something had been said. She was pleased, no matter the cause.
A little while after they had left, after making sure Arwen did not need her for a while, Fuineth made her way to the stables. There was no sign of Lord Legolas so she saddled Dunnwair herself and went off on a short ride to give her a little exercise. She knew the country round about a little better now she had been out so often with Lord Legolas and she soon found herself on the open hilly ground they had come to on that first ride together. She headed toward the hills and soon found herself by the river and dismounted to sit beneath the willow just as they had done that time.
She gazed out into the distance. The White Mountains were a blue haze on the horizon and out there somewhere, she knew, was the city she must return to in four days time. She let her mind run back over all the events she had had here in Ithilien.
She loved it here and would have been sorry to leave even without all that had happened between Lord Legolas and herself. She remembered how he had held her close the other night, how they had stood there looking at the rain and the darkness and she had heard his heart beating through his tunic. Her eyes began to fill with tears.
She loved him. She knew that. It pained her even to admit it, but she had to. Yet she would never know that love returned. She was weeping now, the tears falling silently down her cheeks. She did not hear the soft thud of hooves behind her till they were quite close, so distracted was she in her own thoughts.
"Lady Fuineth?"
She started, sniffed and quickly tried to wipe her eyes. She couldn't let him see her like this.
Legolas got down from Arod, "You did not wait for me at the stables. Forgive me if you thought I was not coming."
She nodded and smiled, hoping she was presentable enough to face him now. He could see she had been crying, though. "That is quite alright, my lord. I know you are busy and I thought it best I give Dunnwair some exercise rather than wait."
"You did right, my lady."
"How did you know I was here?"
He laughed, "Your trail was easy enough to track my lady, and once I saw you had gone as far as the open ground back there," he gestured behind him towards the hills, "I knew where I would find you."
She smiled. "It is a beautiful spot, this. It must be wonderful in spring and summer."
He nodded, "It is indeed." He gestured back towards the willow where she had been sitting, "Shall we sit a while, my lady?"
"Of course."
They sat, leaning their backs against the truck and gazed out over the lazy waters of the Anduin.
"What were you thinking about when I arrived just now, lady Fuineth?" he asked, though he guessed rightly enough.
"Oh, just remembering the times I have spent here. It has been a most pleasant stay." She was trying to sound bright and inconsequential.
He looked at her and laughed, "'Most pleasant'? I had hoped you might show a little more enthusiasm for my halls and hospitality."
She laughed, "Forgive me, Lord Legolas. I did not mean to sound ungrateful."
He dropped his voice a little, trying to tease her, "It is not gratitude I hoped for, either."
She raised an eyebrow, "Oh no? And what were you hoping for?"
He grinned, "Well I was hoping to teach you some archery perhaps. We cannot have you attending another hunt and endangering the lives of others."
She gasped in mock outrage, "My lord!" and she made to slap him gently on the shoulder but he caught her hand, grinning. She struggled against him ineffectually, but eventually managed to get to her feet and stood there, hands on hips with affected indignation. "You should not mock your guests, Lord Legolas, it is most ungallant!"
He leaned back on one elbow now looking up at her with a broad smile and his eyes shining with laughter, "Ungallant? Is that what you would call the Prince of Eryn Lasgalen? Ungallant?!"
"Well I must admit it is not the first word that comes to mind, but still..." and she stuck her tongue out at him.
He jumped up now and moved toward her but she backed away from him, grinning, "Why? What *is* the first word that comes to mind?"
He advanced slowly still but she skirted round the trunk of the tree laughing at him. He grabbed out for her but she skipped out of reach, running off now towards a group of three or four trees a few yards away. He ran after her, and she, realising this was now a chase, squealed and tried to dodge in and out of the trees and round and round them. He soon caught her, both of them laughing, as he said, "Never try and outrun an elf!"
He had both his arms about her waist and she was giggling up at him.
"I would know what my lady thinks of me!" he said in a growl.
She smirked, her eyes glowing with mischief now, "I think my lord already knows what I think of him."
He raised an eyebrow, "Does he indeed?" She laughed, and struggled to get free but he just held her all the tighter. "And does my lady know what I think of her?"
She stopped struggling now, having caught something in his tone of voice, her hands resting where they were on his forearms as she looked into his eyes. She stopped laughing though she was smiling still.
Her voice was gentle. "I think I can guess, my lord."
"Can you, Lady Fuineth?"
His voice was quiet, staring into her eyes. He could feel her heartbeat in the closeness of their embrace. Without a moment's thought he knew his face was drawing close to hers. He could feel her breath against him before it caught in her throat. He looked into those grey eyes of hers once more and then kissed her.
It was a brief kiss, but tender. He looked into her eyes again and saw they were filled with tears. He took one hand from round her back to stroke her hair away from her face.
She started to speak, "My lord.." but she got no further.
With a "Shhh", he held her cheek with his hand and kissed her once more, this time for longer, and he felt her responding to him, her lips parting and returning his kiss with her own.
He held her then, her head buried against his chest, neither speaking but both aware of their hearts thumping against their ribs. At last she stirred, looked up into his eyes and smiled.
"Come," he said, "We should return."
She nodded, though neither moved for a moment. Then, holding her face with both hands, he kissed her lightly once more, took her hand and led her back to the horses.
Fuineth felt her world was reeling. She had no idea exactly what was going on, but she did not want to ask for fear of it all slipping away from her.
On the return journey they spoke little but rode, side by side, smiling at each other now and then. Legolas began to sing and when he had finished he said, "You must teach me your song, my lady. You must not forget."
She nodded, "No, my lord. I will not."
After they had housed the horses they walked slowly towards the halls together hand in hand. As they neared them he said he had business he needed to attend to, but he lingered, holding her hand still, looking down into her face once more. He smiled at her, and held his free hand to her face once again as he did so, the thumb stroking gently against her cheekbone.
"Ai, bain hîril nín," he murmured and she flushed a little at his words though she smiled.
Then, to her utter astonishment, he bent to kiss her once more, even though anyone might have found them there, and then left her, amazed but smiling broadly and her cheeks flushed, grinning at her till at last he turned to enter the halls.
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A little while before dusk, Fuineth was sitting in one of the rooms of the halls sewing, when there came a light knock at the door and Lord Legolas entered.
"Are you busy, my lady?"
"Not at all, my lord," and she smiled warmly at him.
He came over to her. "I wished to show you something, then, if you would allow me."
"Of course," and she started to put away her threads and embroidery.
"May I see?" He held out his hand and she, a little shyly, handed over the piece she was working on. He nodded approvingly as he inspected her work.
"It is a sash for Elsbeth. A wedding gift," she explained.
He smiled, "It is beautiful work, Lady Fuineth. You have used an elvish design in here mixed with another?"
"Yes, my lord." She came to stand next to him so she could better point it out, "The main design is a Rohirric one, my lord, one that looks more intricate that it is in truth. The design is like knots, or threads tied together, seemingly and I have an elvish tendril and leaf design that the elves here in Ithilien have taught me running and twisting through the knots as you can see."
He handed it back to her, "It is fine work, my lady. Beautiful." She flushed a little and thanked him. "Perhaps you would make something for me?" he asked, and she turned a little pink, surprised but pleased by his request.
"Certainly, my lord, that would please me greatly though I am sure I have not the skill of elves in such things."
He shook his head, "No, your work is beautiful. I would not ask if I did not think so. I like this design too, though it perhaps a little too busy for me."
She smiled, "The knot design can easily be made far simpler, with only two threads, for example. I have only designed it with so many so it fills the width of the sash."
He nodded, "Very well then. It is agreed. Will you come with me now? We can discuss what you will sew for me as we walk perhaps, or later." She nodded and took his arm.
He led her outside and through the trees. As they did so Fuineth was saying, "I do not think I have the skill to embroider an entire item of clothing for you nearly as well as the elves might, my lord, but may I adorn something you already possess, perhaps? Something simple, an everyday item." She stopped, turning to look at him, "I have it. Do you have something you might wear when riding. That would be most appropriate, would it not?"
He smiled, "Yes indeed, my lady it would and would please me greatly. I have a tunic, newly made, that I have yet to wear that is very simple and plain in style. It would delight me more than I can say if you were to decorate it a little for me."
She smiled in return, "Of course, my lord, I would be honoured."
As they had been talking he had brought her once more to the tall tree with the talan at its heights. He took her hand and led her winding up the many stairs, but this time when they reached the top he brought her to the West facing side of the trunk. She smiled, guessing now why he had brought her. The sun was already low in the sky above the mountains and reddening their distant peaks.
Legolas turned to her, bringing her close to him and encircling her waist with his arms. "We have seen the dawn together, hîril nín, now let us watch the sunset. I delight in sharing with you those things that I find beautiful and which move my heart."
She smiled into his eyes as he bent and kissed her. Her lips parted gently as he pressed and moved his against hers tenderly again and again. Then he broke away a little, kissed her brow and led her by the hand to sit beside him. He put his arm around her and she laid her head upon his shoulder, one hand upon his chest, as they watched the sky redden and glow as the sun dipped further and further behind the distant line of mountains, the snow capped peaks ablaze, and the dusk slowly fell. At last the sun was gone, though an orange haze was still visible above the mountains, now dark and fell and with the sky turning a darker blue far above them. Fuineth smiled.
"Thank you, my lord," she murmured. She felt a slight pressure against her shoulder as he held her tighter by way of answer.
After a little while, as they watched the last of the orange disappear, Legolas spoke. "Lady Fuineth, I brought you here because I needs must talk with you."
She looked up at him now and her movement meant his arm fell from her shoulder and rested somewhere near the middle of her back. "My lord?"
He shifted slightly too now so he was facing her and then he reached down to take her hand and looked at her. "Tell me, Lady Fuineth, truthfully, how you feel about leaving here and about the agreement we made."
She looked down but she felt him lift her head to face him and he saw the tears filling her eyes.
He nodded. "Know that I feel the same, my lady. I have had to face what my heart has long be telling me." He paused, one hand on her cheek, the other still holding her hand as he gazed longingly at her and whispered, "I cannot let you go."
She stared at him, wonder and joy mixed in equal measure in her wide eyes. He was speaking once more, never taking his eyes off her, his voice still little more than a whisper, "Tell me you feel the same. I need to hear you say it, Lady Fuineth."
She smiled, a tear threatening to fall, "Of course I do, my lord. You know that, do you not?" He nodded, smiling gently.
As he leaned towards her once more one hand moved up her arm while his other now held her behind her head. She let her hands rest on his waist while they kissed once more with gentle, tender touches, now here, now there, on each others' lips, responding to each other in kind with their hearts so overcome they thought they might burst.
Then he held her close and they stared out into the gathering darkness. She had her arms around him and he was stroking her hair with one hand.
"I feel more content and at peace than I have in I do not know how long," Legolas said at last. She smiled.
"I am glad," she replied.
After a little while he shifted to look at her once more, "So what happens now?"
She looked at him questioningly.
"Well, you still are to leave in four days time, but we must think beyond that now."
She smiled, "Of course, my lord."
"I would wish to see you again as soon as I may. I am invited to your brother's wedding, as you know, but till now I was not sure if I would be able to go or, in truth, .." he hesitated and looked at her, ".. even if I could bear to." She nodded and took his hand. "But this morning I made arrangements and I will be able to attend. Indeed I will try and stay for several days if I might." He paused and grinned, "And while I am there I will speak to Túveren." She looked puzzled for a moment. "He is your guardian, is he not? I need his permission if we are to marry."
She gasped and opened her eyes in delight, threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. He laughed and held her close once more, kissing her again and again till they sank back, breathless and still laughing softly, against the tree trunk.
A little while longer and then Legolas stirred and rose. "Come, my lady, we must return. There are still guests I must attend to and it is beginning to get late. Our absence will be missed if we tarry much longer."
He drew her into his arms once more as he added, "Much as I hate to leave." She smiled as he kissed her lightly and then, hand in hand, they descended the tree and moved back to the halls.
Ai hiril bain nin = Oh my beautiful lady.
That night at the meal Fuineth was aware that Lord Legolas seemed to watch her more than usual. Afterwards the general company separated once more into smaller groups. Legolas, Aragorn and the twins disappeared to drink and converse and Fuineth wondered that he had not come to her or spoken with her. She excused herself earlier than usual that evening and went to bed feeling a little tearful though she assumed he was perhaps merely trying to make their parting in a few days time all the easier for her.
In the morning Lord Faramir and his two stewards came to give their farewells to the Queen and the ladies-in-waiting. Fuineth noticed Lord Anardor was warm with her, but not as attentive as he had been and wondered if something had been said. She was pleased, no matter the cause.
A little while after they had left, after making sure Arwen did not need her for a while, Fuineth made her way to the stables. There was no sign of Lord Legolas so she saddled Dunnwair herself and went off on a short ride to give her a little exercise. She knew the country round about a little better now she had been out so often with Lord Legolas and she soon found herself on the open hilly ground they had come to on that first ride together. She headed toward the hills and soon found herself by the river and dismounted to sit beneath the willow just as they had done that time.
She gazed out into the distance. The White Mountains were a blue haze on the horizon and out there somewhere, she knew, was the city she must return to in four days time. She let her mind run back over all the events she had had here in Ithilien.
She loved it here and would have been sorry to leave even without all that had happened between Lord Legolas and herself. She remembered how he had held her close the other night, how they had stood there looking at the rain and the darkness and she had heard his heart beating through his tunic. Her eyes began to fill with tears.
She loved him. She knew that. It pained her even to admit it, but she had to. Yet she would never know that love returned. She was weeping now, the tears falling silently down her cheeks. She did not hear the soft thud of hooves behind her till they were quite close, so distracted was she in her own thoughts.
"Lady Fuineth?"
She started, sniffed and quickly tried to wipe her eyes. She couldn't let him see her like this.
Legolas got down from Arod, "You did not wait for me at the stables. Forgive me if you thought I was not coming."
She nodded and smiled, hoping she was presentable enough to face him now. He could see she had been crying, though. "That is quite alright, my lord. I know you are busy and I thought it best I give Dunnwair some exercise rather than wait."
"You did right, my lady."
"How did you know I was here?"
He laughed, "Your trail was easy enough to track my lady, and once I saw you had gone as far as the open ground back there," he gestured behind him towards the hills, "I knew where I would find you."
She smiled. "It is a beautiful spot, this. It must be wonderful in spring and summer."
He nodded, "It is indeed." He gestured back towards the willow where she had been sitting, "Shall we sit a while, my lady?"
"Of course."
They sat, leaning their backs against the truck and gazed out over the lazy waters of the Anduin.
"What were you thinking about when I arrived just now, lady Fuineth?" he asked, though he guessed rightly enough.
"Oh, just remembering the times I have spent here. It has been a most pleasant stay." She was trying to sound bright and inconsequential.
He looked at her and laughed, "'Most pleasant'? I had hoped you might show a little more enthusiasm for my halls and hospitality."
She laughed, "Forgive me, Lord Legolas. I did not mean to sound ungrateful."
He dropped his voice a little, trying to tease her, "It is not gratitude I hoped for, either."
She raised an eyebrow, "Oh no? And what were you hoping for?"
He grinned, "Well I was hoping to teach you some archery perhaps. We cannot have you attending another hunt and endangering the lives of others."
She gasped in mock outrage, "My lord!" and she made to slap him gently on the shoulder but he caught her hand, grinning. She struggled against him ineffectually, but eventually managed to get to her feet and stood there, hands on hips with affected indignation. "You should not mock your guests, Lord Legolas, it is most ungallant!"
He leaned back on one elbow now looking up at her with a broad smile and his eyes shining with laughter, "Ungallant? Is that what you would call the Prince of Eryn Lasgalen? Ungallant?!"
"Well I must admit it is not the first word that comes to mind, but still..." and she stuck her tongue out at him.
He jumped up now and moved toward her but she backed away from him, grinning, "Why? What *is* the first word that comes to mind?"
He advanced slowly still but she skirted round the trunk of the tree laughing at him. He grabbed out for her but she skipped out of reach, running off now towards a group of three or four trees a few yards away. He ran after her, and she, realising this was now a chase, squealed and tried to dodge in and out of the trees and round and round them. He soon caught her, both of them laughing, as he said, "Never try and outrun an elf!"
He had both his arms about her waist and she was giggling up at him.
"I would know what my lady thinks of me!" he said in a growl.
She smirked, her eyes glowing with mischief now, "I think my lord already knows what I think of him."
He raised an eyebrow, "Does he indeed?" She laughed, and struggled to get free but he just held her all the tighter. "And does my lady know what I think of her?"
She stopped struggling now, having caught something in his tone of voice, her hands resting where they were on his forearms as she looked into his eyes. She stopped laughing though she was smiling still.
Her voice was gentle. "I think I can guess, my lord."
"Can you, Lady Fuineth?"
His voice was quiet, staring into her eyes. He could feel her heartbeat in the closeness of their embrace. Without a moment's thought he knew his face was drawing close to hers. He could feel her breath against him before it caught in her throat. He looked into those grey eyes of hers once more and then kissed her.
It was a brief kiss, but tender. He looked into her eyes again and saw they were filled with tears. He took one hand from round her back to stroke her hair away from her face.
She started to speak, "My lord.." but she got no further.
With a "Shhh", he held her cheek with his hand and kissed her once more, this time for longer, and he felt her responding to him, her lips parting and returning his kiss with her own.
He held her then, her head buried against his chest, neither speaking but both aware of their hearts thumping against their ribs. At last she stirred, looked up into his eyes and smiled.
"Come," he said, "We should return."
She nodded, though neither moved for a moment. Then, holding her face with both hands, he kissed her lightly once more, took her hand and led her back to the horses.
Fuineth felt her world was reeling. She had no idea exactly what was going on, but she did not want to ask for fear of it all slipping away from her.
On the return journey they spoke little but rode, side by side, smiling at each other now and then. Legolas began to sing and when he had finished he said, "You must teach me your song, my lady. You must not forget."
She nodded, "No, my lord. I will not."
After they had housed the horses they walked slowly towards the halls together hand in hand. As they neared them he said he had business he needed to attend to, but he lingered, holding her hand still, looking down into her face once more. He smiled at her, and held his free hand to her face once again as he did so, the thumb stroking gently against her cheekbone.
"Ai, bain hîril nín," he murmured and she flushed a little at his words though she smiled.
Then, to her utter astonishment, he bent to kiss her once more, even though anyone might have found them there, and then left her, amazed but smiling broadly and her cheeks flushed, grinning at her till at last he turned to enter the halls.
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A little while before dusk, Fuineth was sitting in one of the rooms of the halls sewing, when there came a light knock at the door and Lord Legolas entered.
"Are you busy, my lady?"
"Not at all, my lord," and she smiled warmly at him.
He came over to her. "I wished to show you something, then, if you would allow me."
"Of course," and she started to put away her threads and embroidery.
"May I see?" He held out his hand and she, a little shyly, handed over the piece she was working on. He nodded approvingly as he inspected her work.
"It is a sash for Elsbeth. A wedding gift," she explained.
He smiled, "It is beautiful work, Lady Fuineth. You have used an elvish design in here mixed with another?"
"Yes, my lord." She came to stand next to him so she could better point it out, "The main design is a Rohirric one, my lord, one that looks more intricate that it is in truth. The design is like knots, or threads tied together, seemingly and I have an elvish tendril and leaf design that the elves here in Ithilien have taught me running and twisting through the knots as you can see."
He handed it back to her, "It is fine work, my lady. Beautiful." She flushed a little and thanked him. "Perhaps you would make something for me?" he asked, and she turned a little pink, surprised but pleased by his request.
"Certainly, my lord, that would please me greatly though I am sure I have not the skill of elves in such things."
He shook his head, "No, your work is beautiful. I would not ask if I did not think so. I like this design too, though it perhaps a little too busy for me."
She smiled, "The knot design can easily be made far simpler, with only two threads, for example. I have only designed it with so many so it fills the width of the sash."
He nodded, "Very well then. It is agreed. Will you come with me now? We can discuss what you will sew for me as we walk perhaps, or later." She nodded and took his arm.
He led her outside and through the trees. As they did so Fuineth was saying, "I do not think I have the skill to embroider an entire item of clothing for you nearly as well as the elves might, my lord, but may I adorn something you already possess, perhaps? Something simple, an everyday item." She stopped, turning to look at him, "I have it. Do you have something you might wear when riding. That would be most appropriate, would it not?"
He smiled, "Yes indeed, my lady it would and would please me greatly. I have a tunic, newly made, that I have yet to wear that is very simple and plain in style. It would delight me more than I can say if you were to decorate it a little for me."
She smiled in return, "Of course, my lord, I would be honoured."
As they had been talking he had brought her once more to the tall tree with the talan at its heights. He took her hand and led her winding up the many stairs, but this time when they reached the top he brought her to the West facing side of the trunk. She smiled, guessing now why he had brought her. The sun was already low in the sky above the mountains and reddening their distant peaks.
Legolas turned to her, bringing her close to him and encircling her waist with his arms. "We have seen the dawn together, hîril nín, now let us watch the sunset. I delight in sharing with you those things that I find beautiful and which move my heart."
She smiled into his eyes as he bent and kissed her. Her lips parted gently as he pressed and moved his against hers tenderly again and again. Then he broke away a little, kissed her brow and led her by the hand to sit beside him. He put his arm around her and she laid her head upon his shoulder, one hand upon his chest, as they watched the sky redden and glow as the sun dipped further and further behind the distant line of mountains, the snow capped peaks ablaze, and the dusk slowly fell. At last the sun was gone, though an orange haze was still visible above the mountains, now dark and fell and with the sky turning a darker blue far above them. Fuineth smiled.
"Thank you, my lord," she murmured. She felt a slight pressure against her shoulder as he held her tighter by way of answer.
After a little while, as they watched the last of the orange disappear, Legolas spoke. "Lady Fuineth, I brought you here because I needs must talk with you."
She looked up at him now and her movement meant his arm fell from her shoulder and rested somewhere near the middle of her back. "My lord?"
He shifted slightly too now so he was facing her and then he reached down to take her hand and looked at her. "Tell me, Lady Fuineth, truthfully, how you feel about leaving here and about the agreement we made."
She looked down but she felt him lift her head to face him and he saw the tears filling her eyes.
He nodded. "Know that I feel the same, my lady. I have had to face what my heart has long be telling me." He paused, one hand on her cheek, the other still holding her hand as he gazed longingly at her and whispered, "I cannot let you go."
She stared at him, wonder and joy mixed in equal measure in her wide eyes. He was speaking once more, never taking his eyes off her, his voice still little more than a whisper, "Tell me you feel the same. I need to hear you say it, Lady Fuineth."
She smiled, a tear threatening to fall, "Of course I do, my lord. You know that, do you not?" He nodded, smiling gently.
As he leaned towards her once more one hand moved up her arm while his other now held her behind her head. She let her hands rest on his waist while they kissed once more with gentle, tender touches, now here, now there, on each others' lips, responding to each other in kind with their hearts so overcome they thought they might burst.
Then he held her close and they stared out into the gathering darkness. She had her arms around him and he was stroking her hair with one hand.
"I feel more content and at peace than I have in I do not know how long," Legolas said at last. She smiled.
"I am glad," she replied.
After a little while he shifted to look at her once more, "So what happens now?"
She looked at him questioningly.
"Well, you still are to leave in four days time, but we must think beyond that now."
She smiled, "Of course, my lord."
"I would wish to see you again as soon as I may. I am invited to your brother's wedding, as you know, but till now I was not sure if I would be able to go or, in truth, .." he hesitated and looked at her, ".. even if I could bear to." She nodded and took his hand. "But this morning I made arrangements and I will be able to attend. Indeed I will try and stay for several days if I might." He paused and grinned, "And while I am there I will speak to Túveren." She looked puzzled for a moment. "He is your guardian, is he not? I need his permission if we are to marry."
She gasped and opened her eyes in delight, threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. He laughed and held her close once more, kissing her again and again till they sank back, breathless and still laughing softly, against the tree trunk.
A little while longer and then Legolas stirred and rose. "Come, my lady, we must return. There are still guests I must attend to and it is beginning to get late. Our absence will be missed if we tarry much longer."
He drew her into his arms once more as he added, "Much as I hate to leave." She smiled as he kissed her lightly and then, hand in hand, they descended the tree and moved back to the halls.
Ai hiril bain nin = Oh my beautiful lady.
