This is an unbelievably short one guys, but it's Elwyn's point of view!
Elwyn
Arod has survived the battle, though Legolas had lost him somewhere in the midst of it. I had been tending to him in his master's absence and now I was more grateful than I had ever been that he had not been injured. The shortage of horses had already forced me to surrender Luna to another Elf. I sat in front of Legolas on his own, my head resting against his chest, his arms wrapped protectively around my waist.
I did not miss my father's curious gaze continually falling on us and I knew Legolas did not either. It had only occurred to me the previous night when he had informed us of our impending departure that our newfound relationship must have put a severe strain on theirs and my forehead creased in concern at the thought.
I felt my Elf's arms tighten around me suddenly. "Ta úna cólolya, melamin," (It is not your burden, my love) he assured me, placing his chin on my shoulder. "Ávan quetthas ana." (I will speak to him.)
I relaxed against him and sighed tiredly. I had been growing more fatigued more easily as of late and it wouldn't be long before I would have to reveal all to him. I knew part of the worry emanating from my father was due in part to my situation and not just the way Legolas behaved around me. Yet the thought of telling him petrified me.
"Narl mára?" (Are you alright?) he asked, nuzzling the area behind my earlobe.
I smiled and reached back to entwine my fingers in his long hair. "I'm fine," I said, watching as the White Tower of Ecthelion appeared on the horizon.
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