Well, here's a bit more of Mirimir… and Lady Eiectorm. As for her name, it's really not complicated—just try saying it out loud. I did try a actual elven language mix for Mirimir's name, but Eiectorm didn't warrant the effort. Yeah, Legolas is a regular guy in this fic, but even he has to get his head screwed on right eventually…

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A light touch settled upon his shoulder for an instant, then slid down his back to his waist as she ducked under his arm, passing him to step into the garden. He smiled slightly to watch her walk. Now she walked upright, and though it would be a while longer before she walked as easily as any other elf, she was doing quite well.

The lights lingered in the dark cuts of hair that broke up the smoothness of her cheeks as she dropped to the ground, reaching out to one of the plants that was choking beneath several larger ones. She impatiently tossed her head, her hair obediently falling behind her ears until she leaned forward again, her fingers working nimbly to loosen the plant from the dirt it had lived in until she chose it. Blowing at the strands, she gave a small tug, stopping when they both heard a few roots snap with the motion. She threaded her fingers through the mass of root and soil, coaxing them apart. When her hair fell forward yet again, the dark strands ending at the tips of her lashes as she stretched forward to see her progress, she sighed and pushed the strands back with a soiled hand, drawing a moist black line across her cheek.

He was about to reach down to help, either by tucking her hair out of the way or helping her release the plant from the ground, but light footsteps behind him paused, halting him. A rather possessive hand settled on his shoulder blade, before curling around to his waist as the cloying perfume Eiectorm wore lifted to his nose. She ducked under his arm, but snuggled against his chest, drawing his arm around her.

Straightening slightly, he frowned down at her, but was distracted as a bit of dirt popped up from the ground. He looked down as Mirimir looked up, her eyes filled with silver touches of starlight until she saw Eiectorm. She frowned so swiftly he thought he was surely mistaken as her face returned to pure calm, but her eyes fell from his, and she laid the plant aside, filling the hole she had left as well as she could.

"My lord, it is late," Eiectorm murmured softly, stepping back, attempting to pull him along by taking his hand with her. "Leave her to her work."

Looking down at Mirimir, who was pulling small rocks from the root ball she had pulled up with the small plant, he moved forward, his hand released as he crouched before her. "Mirimir?" he asked softly, tilting her chin up. "Have you a true place for that?"

Slowly she shook her head, her eyes falling away after a long moment.

"Then I shall find you one by lunch, little one."

She smiled faintly at him, closing her eyes as she bowed her head ever so slightly.

He smiled at her in turn, and shifted his hand so he could brush away the dirt on her cheek. Then he tucked her hair behind her ears, and got to his feet, pulling her up beside him. "Rest well," he offered, brushing lightly at a miniscule piece of soil that had remained. She bowed her head again, so he kissed her forehead and stepped back, leaving the garden without really noticing or caring that Eiectorm went with him.

"She is the mute?"

"She does not speak."

"Why?"

Legolas frowned—her tone was not curious, and the closest thing he could guess to call it was disdainful. "I do not know—she does not speak of her reason."

Eiectorm laughed at that though he hadn't meant to be humorous, her high pitched tones grating after the serene silence of the garden.

"This is where I leave you," he murmured a few minutes later, looking down at her.

She looked at the hall leading to the nobles' quarters and frowned. "My lord?"

He lifted a brow back at her, and turned to wind his way to his own rooms when her hand curled around his arm. He looked down at it for a moment, before looking back at her. "Yes, Lady Eiectorm?"

"Will I see you tomorrow night?"

"No doubt," he agreed, meaning more along the lines of he was intending to eat in the great hall, but she took it to mean somewhat more. Though her presumption annoyed him, he couldn't be sure he would be against her company by then, so he said nothing, merely continued on his way to his room.

His path went by Mirimir's room, and he found a slight smile tilting his lips as the smell of fresh earth lifted to clear Eiectorm's scent from his nose as his eyes found a few small bits of dirt that had fallen from Mirimir's newest plant as she silently traveled to place it in its new home.