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Chapter 11
Aragorn listened to his friend's words with unwilling ears. He had so hoped that Nimeryn be just like in the legends, a paradise, free of evil or ill conspiracy. But clearly it was not.
He looked up the staircase towards the door that led to the palace. "Shall we go? I'm sure the others are going to be waking soon."
"Yes." Agreed Legolas. "I can tell you what I have learned once we reach my chamber."
Aragorn nodded and led the way up towards the light. The sun was shining just over the horizon now.
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Aragorn and Legolas approached Legolas's bedchamber, and Legolas was surprised to see that the door was open. He peered inside.
Oh! Lord Legolas! an elderly maiden exclaimed in Sindarin as he came in. I had thought you left already. I'm Lythwen, the head seamstress in Celebhen's household.
Legolas blinked and smiled. The head seamstress, you say? Earlier Celidur had told him that his mother was the Celebhen's head seamstress.
Lythwen nodded. Yes, my Lord. I've come to deliver some of the clothes I've made for you. She gestured to the bed, where their was a small bundle of clothing.
Legolas smiled. Then I must thank you. The clothes you left me yesterday were exquisitely made and fit perfectly.
Lythwen returned his smile. Many thanks, my Lord.
Your much welcome, Lythwen. Your son has also been of great service. Legolas answered.
Lythwen's face fell. My son?
Legolas frowned, and looked over his shoulder at Aragorn, who shrugged.
Celidur? Legolas asked.
Lythwen shook her head. I have no son. Celidur is an orphan. Both his parents were killed.
Legolas narrowed his eyes. Now he was truly confused. Celidur had lied to him? Then how was he to know that the things Celidur had told him down in the cellar were true?
Looking back up, Legolas smiled at the seamstress. I'm sorry, it was my mistake. How foolish of me.
Lythwen laughed. Don't be. All is easily forgiven. She picked up her basket and began to move towards the door.
Thank you again, Lythwen. Legolas said, stepping out of the way for her to pass, and bowing.
Lythwen smiled once more before turning and making her way down the halls towards the hobbits' chambers. Legolas and Aragorn watched her leave, and then Legolas closed his door and promptly began to pace.
"What's wrong?" Aragorn asked. "Legolas?"
"He lied to me." Legolas said, furious. "Celidur lied to me. He said before dinner yesterday that his mother was Celebhen's head seamstress. But now it is clear to me that that is not the case."
The elf prince swore under his breathe. He might as well start over now. Suddenly he felt a comforting hand on his shoulder, and turned to look at Aragorn.
"We will find the truth," his friend said firmly. "But for now that is not out task."
Legolas frowned, ashamed of himself for forgetting what he had gone on this quest for in the first place. "Yes. The Ring is still ever powerful."
Aragorn nodded and smiled. "Now, I don't know about you, but I'm famished. Let us find some breakfast."
Legolas nodded, but did not smile in return. "Yes. But I doubt even the finest food could take my mind away from the plot that is now unfolding here."
"Let us then see if the cooks here can prove you wrong." Aragorn jested, in an effort to make his friend laugh.
Legolas looked up and finally smiled. "Alright. Let us go."
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