A/N:
"The Nazgul Sith _____": I like your penname. As you can tell I'm as cruelly sarcastic as you are. I probably don't understand the function of umlaut, because I've never heard of that word. I'm not an anime fanfic writer, I'm not a fan of anime. And I have read the appendices. You live up to your penname. And thanks for giving me the first flame in a long while. Oh, dear, there I go being sarcastic again.
"DiamondDeamonRose": Thanks! Actually, the last chapter was long enough to divide into two, so, here's the second half!
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Tidings From Rivendell
The second chance for Saruman failed. Gandalf decided to depart for Minas Tirith and to take Peregrin
After Gandalf left with Pippin in the direction of Minas Tirith, four of the Fellowship stood together: Aragorn, Merry, Gimli, and Legolas, also standing with them was Elwen, Legolas' fingers were lovingly intertwined with hers as the group talked.
"'So four of the Company still remain,' said Aragorn. 'We will ride on together. But we shall not go alone, as I though. The king is now determined to set out at once. Since the coming of the winged shadow, he desires to return to the hills under cover of night.'
'And then wither?' said Legolas.
'I cannot say yet,' Aragorn answered. 'As for the king, he will go to the muster that he commanded at Edoras, four nights from now. And there, I think, he will hear tidings of war, and the Riders of Rohan will go with me . . .'
'I for one!' cried Legolas. 'And Gimli with him!' said the Dwarf.
'Well, for myself,' said Aragorn, 'it is dark before me. I must go down also to Minas Tirith, but I do not yet see the road. An hour long prepared approaches.'
'Don't leave me behind!' said Merry. 'I have not been of much use yet; but I don't want to be laid aside, like baggage to be called for when all is over. I don't think the Riders will want to be bothered with me now. Though, of course, the king did say that I was to sit by him when he came to his house and tell him all about the Shire.'
'Yes,' said Aragorn, 'and your road lies with him, I think, Merry. But do not look for mirth at the ending. It will be long, I fear, ere Théoden sits at ease again in Meduseld. Many hopes will wither in this bitter Spring.'"
The group turned back to the Keep. Elwen touched Legolas' arm.
"Legolas?"
"Yes, meleth nín?" (my love)
"I will be coming with you, of course?"
Legolas's bright and loving smile broadened. "Is there any doubt?" he replied. He raised his hand and stroked her cheek. "I couldn't imagine going anywhere without you by my side."
Elwen gazed up at Legolas'. His bright blue eyes were burning and his mouth had become sensually slack as he leaned down to kiss her. Elwen gladly accepted the invitation.
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"Soon all were ready to depart: twenty-four horses, with Gimli behind Legolas, and Merry in front of Aragorn. Presently they were riding swiftly through the night. They had not long passed the mounds at the Fords of Isen, when a Rider galloped up from the rear of their line.
'My lord,' he said to the king, 'there are horsemen behind us. As we crossed the fords I thought that I heard them. Now we are sure. They are overtaking us, riding hard.'
Théoden at once called a halt. The Riders turned about and seized their spears. Aragorn dismounted and set Merry on the ground, and drawing his sword he stood by the king's stirrup. Éomer and his esquire rode back to the rear. . . .
The sinking moon was obscured by a great sailing cloud, but suddenly it rode out clear again. Then they all heard the sound of hoofs, and at the same moment they saw dark shapes coming swiftly on the path from the fords. The moonlight glinted here and there on the points of spears. The numbers of the pursuers could not be told, but they seemed no fewer than the king's escort, at the least.
When they were some fifty paces off, Éomer cried in a loud voice: 'Halt! Halt! Who rides in Rohan?'
The pursuers brought their steeds to a sudden stand. A silence followed; and then in the moonlight, a horseman could be seen dismounting and walking slowly forward. His hand showed white as he held it up, palm outward, in token of peace; but the king's men gripped their weapons. At ten paces the man stopped. He was tall, a dark standing shadow. A clear voice rang out.
'Rohan? Rohan did you say? That is a glad word. We seek that land in haste from long afar.'
'You have found it,' said Éomer. 'When you crossed the fords yonder you entered it. But it is the realm of Théoden the King. None ride here save by his leave. Who are you? And what is your haste?'
'Halbarad Dúnadan, Ranger of the North I am,' cried the man. 'We seek one Aragorn son of Arathorn, and we heard that he was in Rohan.'
'And you have found him also!' cried Aragorn. Giving his reins to Merry, he said. 'Of all joys this is the least expected!'"
Elwen grinned at Legolas who smiled back. It brought them joy to see the stern Aragorn happily reunited with his kinsmen.
"'All is well,' said Aragorn, turning back, 'Here are some of my own kin from the far land where I dwelt. But why they come, and how many they be, Halbarad shall tell us.'
'I have thirty with me,' said Halbarad. 'That is all of our kindred that could be gathered in haste; but the brethren Elladan and Elrohir have ridden with us, desiring to go to the war. We rode as swiftly as we might when your summons came.'"
Legolas' ears perked up at the names of Elrond's twin sons. "Long years has it been since I have seen them," he looked at the small army of Dúnedain. Eventhough, he could not see the brothers directly, he did spy a slight glow coming from the center of the group.
"'But I did not summon you,' said Aragorn, 'save only in wish. My thoughts have often turned to you, and seldom more than tonight; yet I have sent no word. But come! All such matters must wait. You find us riding in haste and danger. Ride with us now, if the king will give his leave.'"
Théoden smiled. Elwen could tell he was greatly pleased by the news.
"'It is well!' he said. 'If these kinsmen be in any way like to yourself, my lord Aragorn, thirty such knights will be a strength that cannot be counted by heads.'"
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The company continued their journey.
"Elladan and Elrohir!" Exclaimed Elwen to Legolas as she rode beside him. "The Galadriel's grandsons! I have often heard of them, but never had the pleasure of meeting them, for their visits have been few to the woods of Lórien, especially in these dark times."
"They take a lot to the liking of Elrond himself in stature and presence, but they have the soft beauty of their mother, Celebrían."
"Celebrían, I was but an elfing when she left for her first visit to Imladris." Elwen then smiled as she continued, "That fateful visit when Lord Elrond Peredhil fell under her spell and was caught forever." But, then her grin faded and her eyes stared unseeingly at her horse's neck. "Poor Lord Elrond."
"Yes," Legolas agreed softly. "He has lost the two ladies he has ever held very dear."
"Except, he and Celebrían will be united in the Undying Lands. I am not so sure about Arwen. Galadriel senses it. It will not end well, either way."
Elwen turned her face to him and Legolas saw the moonlight glint in her eyes, tears were forming.
"Oh, Elwen," he whispered, reaching over and brushing her tears gently away. "Would you become like Nienna and weep unceasingly for the woes of this world?"
Elwen managed a watery smile and Legolas banished the rest of her tears with his thumb.
A minute or so later, two riders came to Legolas and Elwen's side. It was Elladan and Elrohir. Elladan was clad in dark blue cloak, laden with white stars on the hem, Elrohir was clad in the dark green of the grass in the valleys of Imladris.
"Legolas," Elrohir said, "we meet again!"
"Hail, maeluion," (lusty one) Legolas greeted the prince with a grin who returned it with a rakish grin of his own. Legolas then turned to the studious twin.
"Elladan, mellon nín!"
"It is good to see you again, Legolas!" Elladan exclaimed.
"And who is this?" Elrohir asked, turning his attention to Elwen with an eyebrow arched with keen interest. Legolas took immediate note of this. Ever since the interest in the opposite gender came to Elrohir, he always ended up stealing the maidens Legolas had interest in. Now you understand Legolas' address to him. The Prince's face darkened.
"Elwen i eneth nín, of Lothlórien. I am a handmaiden of your grandmother, the Lady Galadriel.
"It is a great pleasure to meet you," he said in a smooth voice and taking her hand, he kissed it with obvious sensuality on his part.
Legolas' grip on Arod's reins tightened. It was all he could do to keep himself from delivering a back-handed blow across Elrohir's face. Elladan rolled his eyes at his brother's relish, then saw the furious expression the Prince of Mirkwood wore. A small sideways smile crossed Elladan's face.
When Elwen gained back possession of her hand, Legolas noted, with relief, that she looked more amused than flattered.
Soon, to Legolas' further comfort, Elrohir moved up to the the front to the procession to converse with Aragorn. Elladan stayed behind with Legolas and Elwen to make many inquires.
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". . . Aragorn for a while rode with the Dúnedain; and when they had spoken of tidings in the North and in the South, Elrohir said to him:
'I bring word to you from my father: The days are short. If thou art in haste, remember the Paths of the Dead.'
'Always my days have seemed to me too short to achieve my desire,' answered Aragorn. 'But great indeed will be my haste ere I take that road.'
'That will soon be seen,' said Elrohir. 'But lets us speak no more of these things upon the open road!'
And Aragorn said to Halbarad: 'What is that that you bear, kinsman?' For he saw that instead of a spear he bore a tall staff, as it were a standard, but it was close-furled in a black cloth bound about with many thongs.
'It is a gift that I bring from the Lady of Rivendell,' answered Halbarad. 'She wrought it in secret, and long was the making. But she also sends word to you: The days now are short. Either our hope cometh, or all hopes end. Therefore I send thee what I have made for thee. Fare well, Elfstone!'
And Aragorn said: 'Now I know what you bear. Bear it still for me a while!' And he turned and looked away to the North under the great stars, and then he fell silent and spoke no more while the night's journey lasted.
The night was old and the East grey when they rode up at last from Deeping- coomb and came back to the Hornburg. There they were to lie and rest for a brief while and take counsel."
Elwen lay near Legolas and they blended their dreams together.
"Merry slept until he was roused by Legolas and Gimli. 'The Sun is high,' said Legolas. 'All others are up and doing. Come, Master Sluggard, and look at this place while you may!'"
"You wake up me, but not Elwen."
"She looks so peaceful asleep, I would be loathe to disturb her."
Merry rolled his eyes, but grinned.
"'There was a battle here three nights ago,' said Gimli, 'and here Legolas and I played a game that I won only by a single orc. Come and see how it was! And there are caves, Merry, caves of wonder! Shall we visit them, Legolas, do you think?'
'Nay! There is no time,' said the Elf. 'Do not spoil the wonder with haste! I have given you my word to return hither with you, if a day of peace and freedom comes again. But it is now near to noon, and at that hour we eat, and then set out again, I hear.'
Merry got up and yawned. His few hours' sleep had not been nearly enough; he was tired and rather dismal. He missed Pippin, and felt that he was only a burden, while everybody was making plans for speed in a business that he did not fully understand. 'Where is Aragorn?' he asked.
'In a high chamber of the Burg,' said Legolas. 'He has neither rested nor slept, I think. He went thither some hours ago, saying that he must take thought, and only his kinsman Halbarad, went with him; but some dark doubt or care sits on him.'
'They are a strange company, these newcomers,' said Gimli. 'Stout men and lordly they are, and the Riders of Rohan look almost as boys beside them; for they are grim men of face, worn like weathered rocks for the most part, even as Aragorn himself; and they are silent.'
'But even as Aragorn they are courteous, if they break their silence,' said Legolas. 'And have you marked the brethen Elladan and Elrohir? Less somber is their gear than the others', be wondered at in the sons of Elrond of Rivendell.'
'Why have they come? Have you heard?' asked Merry. He had now dressed, and he flung his grey cloak about his shoulders; and the three passed out together towards the ruined gate of the Burg.
'They answered a summons as you heard,' said Gimli. 'Word came to Rivendell, they say: Aragorn has need of his kindred. Let the Dúnedain ride to him in Rohan! But whence this message came they are now in doubt. Gandalf sent it, I would guess.'
'Nay, Galadriel,' said Legolas. 'Did she not speak through Gandalf of the ride of the Grey Company from the North?'
'Yes, you have it,' said Gimli. 'The Lady of the Wood! She some of our own kinsfolk, Legolas?'
Legolas stood before the gate and turned his bright eyes away north and east, and his fair face was troubled. 'I do not hink that any would come,' he answered. 'They have no need to ride to war; war already marches on their own lands.'"
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Elwen sat up and stretched her limbs. Her eyes came to focus on Legolas who sat on a stool a foot away. He had been watching her sleep for some time and enjoying every minute of it.
Elwen blushed. "It is not polite to stare," she murmured. Legolas was silent for a moment, then murmured, completely ignoring her last comment: "Luithiach nin." (You enchant me)
"Rogue," Elwen teasingly scolded.
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"The Nazgul Sith _____": I like your penname. As you can tell I'm as cruelly sarcastic as you are. I probably don't understand the function of umlaut, because I've never heard of that word. I'm not an anime fanfic writer, I'm not a fan of anime. And I have read the appendices. You live up to your penname. And thanks for giving me the first flame in a long while. Oh, dear, there I go being sarcastic again.
"DiamondDeamonRose": Thanks! Actually, the last chapter was long enough to divide into two, so, here's the second half!
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Tidings From Rivendell
The second chance for Saruman failed. Gandalf decided to depart for Minas Tirith and to take Peregrin
After Gandalf left with Pippin in the direction of Minas Tirith, four of the Fellowship stood together: Aragorn, Merry, Gimli, and Legolas, also standing with them was Elwen, Legolas' fingers were lovingly intertwined with hers as the group talked.
"'So four of the Company still remain,' said Aragorn. 'We will ride on together. But we shall not go alone, as I though. The king is now determined to set out at once. Since the coming of the winged shadow, he desires to return to the hills under cover of night.'
'And then wither?' said Legolas.
'I cannot say yet,' Aragorn answered. 'As for the king, he will go to the muster that he commanded at Edoras, four nights from now. And there, I think, he will hear tidings of war, and the Riders of Rohan will go with me . . .'
'I for one!' cried Legolas. 'And Gimli with him!' said the Dwarf.
'Well, for myself,' said Aragorn, 'it is dark before me. I must go down also to Minas Tirith, but I do not yet see the road. An hour long prepared approaches.'
'Don't leave me behind!' said Merry. 'I have not been of much use yet; but I don't want to be laid aside, like baggage to be called for when all is over. I don't think the Riders will want to be bothered with me now. Though, of course, the king did say that I was to sit by him when he came to his house and tell him all about the Shire.'
'Yes,' said Aragorn, 'and your road lies with him, I think, Merry. But do not look for mirth at the ending. It will be long, I fear, ere Théoden sits at ease again in Meduseld. Many hopes will wither in this bitter Spring.'"
The group turned back to the Keep. Elwen touched Legolas' arm.
"Legolas?"
"Yes, meleth nín?" (my love)
"I will be coming with you, of course?"
Legolas's bright and loving smile broadened. "Is there any doubt?" he replied. He raised his hand and stroked her cheek. "I couldn't imagine going anywhere without you by my side."
Elwen gazed up at Legolas'. His bright blue eyes were burning and his mouth had become sensually slack as he leaned down to kiss her. Elwen gladly accepted the invitation.
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"Soon all were ready to depart: twenty-four horses, with Gimli behind Legolas, and Merry in front of Aragorn. Presently they were riding swiftly through the night. They had not long passed the mounds at the Fords of Isen, when a Rider galloped up from the rear of their line.
'My lord,' he said to the king, 'there are horsemen behind us. As we crossed the fords I thought that I heard them. Now we are sure. They are overtaking us, riding hard.'
Théoden at once called a halt. The Riders turned about and seized their spears. Aragorn dismounted and set Merry on the ground, and drawing his sword he stood by the king's stirrup. Éomer and his esquire rode back to the rear. . . .
The sinking moon was obscured by a great sailing cloud, but suddenly it rode out clear again. Then they all heard the sound of hoofs, and at the same moment they saw dark shapes coming swiftly on the path from the fords. The moonlight glinted here and there on the points of spears. The numbers of the pursuers could not be told, but they seemed no fewer than the king's escort, at the least.
When they were some fifty paces off, Éomer cried in a loud voice: 'Halt! Halt! Who rides in Rohan?'
The pursuers brought their steeds to a sudden stand. A silence followed; and then in the moonlight, a horseman could be seen dismounting and walking slowly forward. His hand showed white as he held it up, palm outward, in token of peace; but the king's men gripped their weapons. At ten paces the man stopped. He was tall, a dark standing shadow. A clear voice rang out.
'Rohan? Rohan did you say? That is a glad word. We seek that land in haste from long afar.'
'You have found it,' said Éomer. 'When you crossed the fords yonder you entered it. But it is the realm of Théoden the King. None ride here save by his leave. Who are you? And what is your haste?'
'Halbarad Dúnadan, Ranger of the North I am,' cried the man. 'We seek one Aragorn son of Arathorn, and we heard that he was in Rohan.'
'And you have found him also!' cried Aragorn. Giving his reins to Merry, he said. 'Of all joys this is the least expected!'"
Elwen grinned at Legolas who smiled back. It brought them joy to see the stern Aragorn happily reunited with his kinsmen.
"'All is well,' said Aragorn, turning back, 'Here are some of my own kin from the far land where I dwelt. But why they come, and how many they be, Halbarad shall tell us.'
'I have thirty with me,' said Halbarad. 'That is all of our kindred that could be gathered in haste; but the brethren Elladan and Elrohir have ridden with us, desiring to go to the war. We rode as swiftly as we might when your summons came.'"
Legolas' ears perked up at the names of Elrond's twin sons. "Long years has it been since I have seen them," he looked at the small army of Dúnedain. Eventhough, he could not see the brothers directly, he did spy a slight glow coming from the center of the group.
"'But I did not summon you,' said Aragorn, 'save only in wish. My thoughts have often turned to you, and seldom more than tonight; yet I have sent no word. But come! All such matters must wait. You find us riding in haste and danger. Ride with us now, if the king will give his leave.'"
Théoden smiled. Elwen could tell he was greatly pleased by the news.
"'It is well!' he said. 'If these kinsmen be in any way like to yourself, my lord Aragorn, thirty such knights will be a strength that cannot be counted by heads.'"
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The company continued their journey.
"Elladan and Elrohir!" Exclaimed Elwen to Legolas as she rode beside him. "The Galadriel's grandsons! I have often heard of them, but never had the pleasure of meeting them, for their visits have been few to the woods of Lórien, especially in these dark times."
"They take a lot to the liking of Elrond himself in stature and presence, but they have the soft beauty of their mother, Celebrían."
"Celebrían, I was but an elfing when she left for her first visit to Imladris." Elwen then smiled as she continued, "That fateful visit when Lord Elrond Peredhil fell under her spell and was caught forever." But, then her grin faded and her eyes stared unseeingly at her horse's neck. "Poor Lord Elrond."
"Yes," Legolas agreed softly. "He has lost the two ladies he has ever held very dear."
"Except, he and Celebrían will be united in the Undying Lands. I am not so sure about Arwen. Galadriel senses it. It will not end well, either way."
Elwen turned her face to him and Legolas saw the moonlight glint in her eyes, tears were forming.
"Oh, Elwen," he whispered, reaching over and brushing her tears gently away. "Would you become like Nienna and weep unceasingly for the woes of this world?"
Elwen managed a watery smile and Legolas banished the rest of her tears with his thumb.
A minute or so later, two riders came to Legolas and Elwen's side. It was Elladan and Elrohir. Elladan was clad in dark blue cloak, laden with white stars on the hem, Elrohir was clad in the dark green of the grass in the valleys of Imladris.
"Legolas," Elrohir said, "we meet again!"
"Hail, maeluion," (lusty one) Legolas greeted the prince with a grin who returned it with a rakish grin of his own. Legolas then turned to the studious twin.
"Elladan, mellon nín!"
"It is good to see you again, Legolas!" Elladan exclaimed.
"And who is this?" Elrohir asked, turning his attention to Elwen with an eyebrow arched with keen interest. Legolas took immediate note of this. Ever since the interest in the opposite gender came to Elrohir, he always ended up stealing the maidens Legolas had interest in. Now you understand Legolas' address to him. The Prince's face darkened.
"Elwen i eneth nín, of Lothlórien. I am a handmaiden of your grandmother, the Lady Galadriel.
"It is a great pleasure to meet you," he said in a smooth voice and taking her hand, he kissed it with obvious sensuality on his part.
Legolas' grip on Arod's reins tightened. It was all he could do to keep himself from delivering a back-handed blow across Elrohir's face. Elladan rolled his eyes at his brother's relish, then saw the furious expression the Prince of Mirkwood wore. A small sideways smile crossed Elladan's face.
When Elwen gained back possession of her hand, Legolas noted, with relief, that she looked more amused than flattered.
Soon, to Legolas' further comfort, Elrohir moved up to the the front to the procession to converse with Aragorn. Elladan stayed behind with Legolas and Elwen to make many inquires.
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". . . Aragorn for a while rode with the Dúnedain; and when they had spoken of tidings in the North and in the South, Elrohir said to him:
'I bring word to you from my father: The days are short. If thou art in haste, remember the Paths of the Dead.'
'Always my days have seemed to me too short to achieve my desire,' answered Aragorn. 'But great indeed will be my haste ere I take that road.'
'That will soon be seen,' said Elrohir. 'But lets us speak no more of these things upon the open road!'
And Aragorn said to Halbarad: 'What is that that you bear, kinsman?' For he saw that instead of a spear he bore a tall staff, as it were a standard, but it was close-furled in a black cloth bound about with many thongs.
'It is a gift that I bring from the Lady of Rivendell,' answered Halbarad. 'She wrought it in secret, and long was the making. But she also sends word to you: The days now are short. Either our hope cometh, or all hopes end. Therefore I send thee what I have made for thee. Fare well, Elfstone!'
And Aragorn said: 'Now I know what you bear. Bear it still for me a while!' And he turned and looked away to the North under the great stars, and then he fell silent and spoke no more while the night's journey lasted.
The night was old and the East grey when they rode up at last from Deeping- coomb and came back to the Hornburg. There they were to lie and rest for a brief while and take counsel."
Elwen lay near Legolas and they blended their dreams together.
"Merry slept until he was roused by Legolas and Gimli. 'The Sun is high,' said Legolas. 'All others are up and doing. Come, Master Sluggard, and look at this place while you may!'"
"You wake up me, but not Elwen."
"She looks so peaceful asleep, I would be loathe to disturb her."
Merry rolled his eyes, but grinned.
"'There was a battle here three nights ago,' said Gimli, 'and here Legolas and I played a game that I won only by a single orc. Come and see how it was! And there are caves, Merry, caves of wonder! Shall we visit them, Legolas, do you think?'
'Nay! There is no time,' said the Elf. 'Do not spoil the wonder with haste! I have given you my word to return hither with you, if a day of peace and freedom comes again. But it is now near to noon, and at that hour we eat, and then set out again, I hear.'
Merry got up and yawned. His few hours' sleep had not been nearly enough; he was tired and rather dismal. He missed Pippin, and felt that he was only a burden, while everybody was making plans for speed in a business that he did not fully understand. 'Where is Aragorn?' he asked.
'In a high chamber of the Burg,' said Legolas. 'He has neither rested nor slept, I think. He went thither some hours ago, saying that he must take thought, and only his kinsman Halbarad, went with him; but some dark doubt or care sits on him.'
'They are a strange company, these newcomers,' said Gimli. 'Stout men and lordly they are, and the Riders of Rohan look almost as boys beside them; for they are grim men of face, worn like weathered rocks for the most part, even as Aragorn himself; and they are silent.'
'But even as Aragorn they are courteous, if they break their silence,' said Legolas. 'And have you marked the brethen Elladan and Elrohir? Less somber is their gear than the others', be wondered at in the sons of Elrond of Rivendell.'
'Why have they come? Have you heard?' asked Merry. He had now dressed, and he flung his grey cloak about his shoulders; and the three passed out together towards the ruined gate of the Burg.
'They answered a summons as you heard,' said Gimli. 'Word came to Rivendell, they say: Aragorn has need of his kindred. Let the Dúnedain ride to him in Rohan! But whence this message came they are now in doubt. Gandalf sent it, I would guess.'
'Nay, Galadriel,' said Legolas. 'Did she not speak through Gandalf of the ride of the Grey Company from the North?'
'Yes, you have it,' said Gimli. 'The Lady of the Wood! She some of our own kinsfolk, Legolas?'
Legolas stood before the gate and turned his bright eyes away north and east, and his fair face was troubled. 'I do not hink that any would come,' he answered. 'They have no need to ride to war; war already marches on their own lands.'"
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Elwen sat up and stretched her limbs. Her eyes came to focus on Legolas who sat on a stool a foot away. He had been watching her sleep for some time and enjoying every minute of it.
Elwen blushed. "It is not polite to stare," she murmured. Legolas was silent for a moment, then murmured, completely ignoring her last comment: "Luithiach nin." (You enchant me)
"Rogue," Elwen teasingly scolded.
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