DISCLAIMER: I own nothing!!! [Sobs hysterically-then suddenly perks up] but I do own Kaye and Narulin and Ilidas and Taelin, so that's not too bad!
A/N: alrighty then!! Only one more chapter after this, then it's off to TTT: The Music of the Night!!!
I do, however, need lyric ideas . . . so if you could email them to me that would be a big help! (remember, though, they have to be related to the story : )
But for future reference: PLEASE VOTE NOW IF YOU WANT KAYE TO FIGHT OR NOT AT HELM'S DEEP!!! I have an idea either way, but I want to know your opinion before I get to that part in the next fic!
Sorry if this chappie seems a little . . . erm . . . [cough]crappy[cough][cough] but once again, I was in a hurry to update and I had a slight case of writer's block so . . . please don't flame me!!!!
Well, then . . . if it appears that there is nothing else to say—
On with the story!!
:: Gimli's Lament::
Kaye's PoV
I stirred suddenly and blinked open my eyes. It took me a moment to realize that I was starting into Legolas's tunic; that I had fallen asleep in his arms. His chest rose and fell steadily and my head lifted with it. I blushed, but did not mind. I breathed deeply as the scent of roses and evergreens emitted from the elf.
Careful not to wake him, I gently rolled over onto the ground beside him and stared into the gray morning sky. Sunlight danced through the boughs high above and birds nestled themselves in the trees around us.
After awhile, I rose slowly and grabbed my traveling clothes and boots. And quietly, I slipped off and away from the encampment.
My footsteps were muted along the grass. Only a few other elves walked among the trees and everything else was still.
I soon came upon a silver stream flowing softly through the trees. I placed my clothes along the bank and knelt along the edge. For a moment, I stared at the crystalline water before I dipped my hands into the ice-cold liquid.
Shimmering droplets of water splashed over my faced and sent a shiver down my spine. But the feeling refreshed me and I felt cleansed once more. I sighed and raised my face towards the heavens and took in the sun's morning rays.
But as I watched the mallorn-trees sway in the breeze, I heard a faint rustle of grass from behind me. There was also a low mumbling following after it.
I smiled and wiped my hands on my gown. I knew that grumble anywhere, even if it be from one I hardly knew.
"Good morning, Gimli," I said to him as I turned. The dwarf looked rather surprised to see me and hesitated to move any closer.
Laughing gently, I gestured to the ground beside me, "Will you sit with me for a moment?" I asked, "It's been rather quiet lately . . . and you look like you need someone to talk to . . ."
Gimli stood where he was for a moment, and I noticed that within his eyes there was something inside that held a trace of sorrow and dismay. Finally, he strode over to me and placed himself along the bank of the stream.
"Does something trouble you, Gimli?" I inquired softly.
He sighed forlornly and shook his head, "I only wish that we could have stayed here in the Golden Wood longer . . . I feel as though this will be the worst parting I have yet to go through on this journey . . ."
The dwarf trailed off sadly and I watched him as he wallowed in his despair. He seemed genuinely depressed at the thought of departing, and it was only my guess as of why.
But before I could respond, he continued, "I have never seen one so fair as the Lady Galadriel . . ." he murmured with a faint, dreamy twinkle in his eye, "Not even the jewels or the mithril of the dwarves can match her beauty . . ."
It took me a moment before I smiled playfully, "Does our dwarf-friend here have a new perspective on the elves?" I nudged him jestingly on the shoulder and watched as his face burn red with embarrassment.
He puffed up his chest and muttered something inaudible, "Well, I—I well . . . erm . . . Only for the Lady of the Galadhrim! That makes no difference towards that confounded elf back there!" he said defiantly and jerked his head towards the campsite.
I merely laughed and shook my head, "What about myself? Am I not from their kin also?"
Gimli went red to the face and bowed his head as his anger died away, "Nay . . . forgive me of my outburst; dwarves and elves, you know . . . haven't really gotten along for some time now . . ."
"Well maybe this is a new age for them to become friends once more," I told him, "You have already proven that dwarves are not as greedy as some believe them to be . . . and you have proven to yourself that the elves are not as bad as they seem . . ." I gave him a small smile, "What say you? Do you think I am wrong to believe such a thing?"
The dwarf eyed me for a moment before having his gaze land on the stream in front of him. He was silent for a moment as he gave the notion a thought. After awhile, he lifted his gaze and turned to me; a grin on his face, "You might be right . . . who knows, though? The world turns in ways we do not expect!"
I smiled, "Who knows?"
He took in a deep breath of the morning air and folded his arms over his chest, "Well then . . . I suppose I should take one final tour of the wood, shouldn't I? Do you wish to come with me?" he asked then, with a bit a pink burning at his ears.
"In a moment, Gimli," I said with a grin and gestured towards my folded clothes. The dwarf blushed quickly and nodded.
I watched him as he made his way a bit further into the woods and waited by a tree. Making sure he was not looking, I quickly slipped off my gown and put on my traveling trousers and tunic. Being made by the elves in Rivendell, the fabric had much more of an elegant feel than something of a man-origin. A silky cloth lined the tunic and appeared out of the sleeves and where the heavier fabric was cut diagonally across the abdomen. The collar was cut squared and ran nearly out to the edge of my shoulders.
I took a single ribbon from the pouch along my waist and tied my hair in a bun; with only a few unruly strands laying about my ears.
Peering into the water once more, I stared down at my reflection.
It took me awhile before I realized what exactly it was that held my attention. Even though it was faint and subtle, there were traces of my father's bloodline along my features. My ears weren't fully pointed and parts of my skin were blotchy and flushed. My hair did not hold the sheen that the other elves possessed and my footsteps were hardly graceful.
It seemed as though it was the first time I had noticed it . . . but I didn't seem to mind . . . it was my father's last tie to the world. I smiled sadly; it was as if his final memory was within me . . . (A/N: corny, yes, I know)
As if entranced, I reached up to touch my cheek—
But I stopped when I saw a pair of glowing, lamp-like eyes reflecting in the water.
I jumped and looked up abruptly, as if expecting to see a beast of some kind on the other side of the stream . . . but there was nothing . . .
Only a slight hiss could be heard in the wind . . . a hiss that sounded oddly enough like 'precious' . . .
I shook my head. Only my mind playing tricks on me, I decided and rose. I fastened my cloak around my neck and started back towards Gimli.
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It felt sort of awkward walking beside the dwarf when I seemed to tower over him by at least a couple feet. But Gimli did not seem to mind, in fact, it appeared as though he rather enjoyed my company.
"So tell me . . . how did you come to know the hobbits?" he asked as we made our way through the Golden Wood, "They seem to speak of you often."
I smiled weakly, "While I lived in Rivendell, Lord Elrond and . . ." I stopped suddenly and tried to force out the words, ". . . and Gandalf would visit one another often . . . there was a time when Elrond sent me with Gandalf to the Shire; he believed I would be safer there . . ."
The dwarf nodded sadly as the memory of the wizard came back to him. For a moment I though he was ready to weep, but he forced back the tears and shook his head, "I have heard few tales of the Shire, and some from your hobbit friends . . . they truly miss it dearly. But what of you? Do you long for it also?"
I sighed sadly and shook my head, "For a while it was like a home to me . . . I had friends there and there was always someone looking out for you . . . but now . . . now I don't know where my home is, Gimli," my gaze fell to my feet, "My mother originated from Rivendell, and my father from Rohan . . . but then again I was practically raised in the Shire . . ."
He nodded, "Ah . . . well then . . ." he stammered and tried to find the right words, "That more or less makes you welcomed in either of those places, does it not?"
I stopped suddenly and stared at the dwarf. I had never thought of it like that . . . maybe he was right . . .
Then I grinned and let out a soft laugh, "Of course . . . it does appear to be that way doesn't it?"
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We returned to find the Fellowship already packing up their final belongings. They paused; however, when they saw the dwarf and I enter the premises. I then watched as the dwarf returned to his normal irritable self in front of our companions. I could only smile and shake my head as I went to go help the others prepare.
Not a minute passed by before Haldir and several other elves approached us. Aragorn went to greet them and listened as they spoke to him in elfish.
The Dunadain returned to us shortly thereafter, "The elves of Lorien have provided us with boats to sail us down the Great River Anduin. They have also gifted us with supplies to last several weeks."
I slung my pack over my shoulder, "Do they wish us to leave now?"
He nodded, "The sooner we leave, the better; we will be able to make it further down the river before nightfall."
An eerie hush fell over the Fellowship at the thought of leaving. I glanced towards Gimli and noticed the sorrow had returned to him. I thought of going over to comfort him, but decided against it in fear of bruising his pride.
So Haldir and the other elves led us silently through the wood and down the hills of Caras Galadhon towards the winding river. Already they could see several elves packing several elegantly carved vessels ready to bear us forth.
We approached the shoreline and stared in awe at the scene of curling mist.
I suddenly felt a light tap on my shoulder. I turned and faced Haldir as he stood before me.
"The Lady Galadriel wishes to see you, milady."
He turned and started to lead me away from the group. I followed him until we came to a small clearing near the river. Under the morning light, the Lady of the Galadhrim stood waiting for me.
Cautiously, I placed myself before her and waited.
"I fear that once you and the Fellowship depart from these woods, it will be the last any other being has seen of Lorien . . ." she said delicately, "The time has come for our people to diminish into the West . . . I believe that the reign of the Lady and the Lord of Lorien is fading."
She paused for a moment and studied my face, "Both your father and your mother's blood runs within you . . . do not think that they would want you to despair over your bloodline; they both loved you dearly . . ."
"I know, Galadriel . . ." I said sadly.
The Lady smiled halfheartedly and gently placed her delicate hand against my cheek, "There is nothing I can give you Kaye, daughter of Taelin and Ilidas; Bearer of Narulin . . . There is nothing that I might present to you that would help you on your quest . . . All that I can give is my blessing that you and your company will stay strong until the evil hovering over this land fades . . ."
I bowed my head, "That is what I wish also . . . and that none of my companions should come to any harm, especially Frodo and the other hobbits . . ." I sighed quietly, "I have no need for any gift, Galadriel . . . as long as my friends are well, that's all I need to go on."
The Lady help my gaze a moment longer and clasped my hand firmly, "You have your father's spirit, Kaye, and your mother's love."
I felt tears forming in my ears at her words, but she said no more.
"Goodbye, milady," I murmured.
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I returned to my companions and waited among them. I saw Gimli move towards one of the boats and peered inside.
He lifted a single package wrapped in a large leaf.
"Cram?" he said in distaste.
I laughed and shook my head, "Nay, Gimli, that is elfin way-bread; lembas as the elves here call them . . . I do believe they are more palatable than the crams of the Dale-men . . ."
But the dwarf had already taken a bite out of the elfin bread and his eyes grew wide with delight. He began to devour the rest and I laughed merrily.
"No, no more, Gimli!" I giggled and swiped the food from his hand playfully, "Only a few bites are enough to fill the stomach of a grown man!" I shook my head, "We'll need these anyway on our journey ahead."
The dwarf chuckled also and hoisted his axe over his shoulder, "Aye! But to tell you the truth, I almost can't wait! I'm eager to dig my axe into some orc flesh!"
I smiled and sat down at the base of a tree, "Are you sure about that? You still seemed rather smitten by the Lady Galadriel earlier," I cocked my head, "By the way . . . it appeared that the Lady came to you once more . . . she gave you something . . . would you mind me asking what it was?"
Gimli blushed furiously and mumbled something inaudible, but then his expression softened and he sighed, "I merely asked for a single hair from her golden head . . ." he smiled sadly, "She gave me three . . ."
I stared at him kindly and grinned. I did not say anymore, however and let him remain in his memories of the Fair Galadriel.
Then I realized that all the boats had been readied and the Fellowship stood prepared to depart. I gently nudged Gimli on the shoulder and stood to make my way towards the vessels. As I approached, I noticed a line of elves holding out nine ivy-green cloaks before us.
They handed them to each of us along with a matching brooch formed in the shape of a green leaf veined with silver. Each of us murmured their thanks and solemnly made our way towards the boats.
Aragorn, Sam, and Frodo occupied the first while Boromir, Merry, and Pippin rode in the next and Legolas, Gimli, and I sailed in the final.
As we rounded the bend in the river, a single white-clad maiden stood along the shoreline; the Lady Galadriel. She raised her delicate hand to us in farewell as we drifted across the water.
'Be brave Kaye . . . your greatest task is but ahead of you and the Fellowship; be ready and keep your heard strong . . ." her voice murmured in my mind, "Let the memory of Lothlorien and your friends give you perseverance to continue on . . ."
All I could do was nod and watch as she faded away behind the trees; disappearing for good from our sight.
But I could not keep from smiling sorrowfully as I heard Gimli murmur quietly to himself: "Farewell fair Lady of the Galadhrim . . ." and watched as a single tear fell to the bottom of the boat.
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A/N: well that was somewhat long!
LoL, but I hope you all enjoyed! Remember to vote on how you want TTT: The Music of the Night to go and if you want Kaye to fight in Helm's Deep!
TTYL!!
Kitkat
A/N: alrighty then!! Only one more chapter after this, then it's off to TTT: The Music of the Night!!!
I do, however, need lyric ideas . . . so if you could email them to me that would be a big help! (remember, though, they have to be related to the story : )
But for future reference: PLEASE VOTE NOW IF YOU WANT KAYE TO FIGHT OR NOT AT HELM'S DEEP!!! I have an idea either way, but I want to know your opinion before I get to that part in the next fic!
Sorry if this chappie seems a little . . . erm . . . [cough]crappy[cough][cough] but once again, I was in a hurry to update and I had a slight case of writer's block so . . . please don't flame me!!!!
Well, then . . . if it appears that there is nothing else to say—
On with the story!!
:: Gimli's Lament::
Kaye's PoV
I stirred suddenly and blinked open my eyes. It took me a moment to realize that I was starting into Legolas's tunic; that I had fallen asleep in his arms. His chest rose and fell steadily and my head lifted with it. I blushed, but did not mind. I breathed deeply as the scent of roses and evergreens emitted from the elf.
Careful not to wake him, I gently rolled over onto the ground beside him and stared into the gray morning sky. Sunlight danced through the boughs high above and birds nestled themselves in the trees around us.
After awhile, I rose slowly and grabbed my traveling clothes and boots. And quietly, I slipped off and away from the encampment.
My footsteps were muted along the grass. Only a few other elves walked among the trees and everything else was still.
I soon came upon a silver stream flowing softly through the trees. I placed my clothes along the bank and knelt along the edge. For a moment, I stared at the crystalline water before I dipped my hands into the ice-cold liquid.
Shimmering droplets of water splashed over my faced and sent a shiver down my spine. But the feeling refreshed me and I felt cleansed once more. I sighed and raised my face towards the heavens and took in the sun's morning rays.
But as I watched the mallorn-trees sway in the breeze, I heard a faint rustle of grass from behind me. There was also a low mumbling following after it.
I smiled and wiped my hands on my gown. I knew that grumble anywhere, even if it be from one I hardly knew.
"Good morning, Gimli," I said to him as I turned. The dwarf looked rather surprised to see me and hesitated to move any closer.
Laughing gently, I gestured to the ground beside me, "Will you sit with me for a moment?" I asked, "It's been rather quiet lately . . . and you look like you need someone to talk to . . ."
Gimli stood where he was for a moment, and I noticed that within his eyes there was something inside that held a trace of sorrow and dismay. Finally, he strode over to me and placed himself along the bank of the stream.
"Does something trouble you, Gimli?" I inquired softly.
He sighed forlornly and shook his head, "I only wish that we could have stayed here in the Golden Wood longer . . . I feel as though this will be the worst parting I have yet to go through on this journey . . ."
The dwarf trailed off sadly and I watched him as he wallowed in his despair. He seemed genuinely depressed at the thought of departing, and it was only my guess as of why.
But before I could respond, he continued, "I have never seen one so fair as the Lady Galadriel . . ." he murmured with a faint, dreamy twinkle in his eye, "Not even the jewels or the mithril of the dwarves can match her beauty . . ."
It took me a moment before I smiled playfully, "Does our dwarf-friend here have a new perspective on the elves?" I nudged him jestingly on the shoulder and watched as his face burn red with embarrassment.
He puffed up his chest and muttered something inaudible, "Well, I—I well . . . erm . . . Only for the Lady of the Galadhrim! That makes no difference towards that confounded elf back there!" he said defiantly and jerked his head towards the campsite.
I merely laughed and shook my head, "What about myself? Am I not from their kin also?"
Gimli went red to the face and bowed his head as his anger died away, "Nay . . . forgive me of my outburst; dwarves and elves, you know . . . haven't really gotten along for some time now . . ."
"Well maybe this is a new age for them to become friends once more," I told him, "You have already proven that dwarves are not as greedy as some believe them to be . . . and you have proven to yourself that the elves are not as bad as they seem . . ." I gave him a small smile, "What say you? Do you think I am wrong to believe such a thing?"
The dwarf eyed me for a moment before having his gaze land on the stream in front of him. He was silent for a moment as he gave the notion a thought. After awhile, he lifted his gaze and turned to me; a grin on his face, "You might be right . . . who knows, though? The world turns in ways we do not expect!"
I smiled, "Who knows?"
He took in a deep breath of the morning air and folded his arms over his chest, "Well then . . . I suppose I should take one final tour of the wood, shouldn't I? Do you wish to come with me?" he asked then, with a bit a pink burning at his ears.
"In a moment, Gimli," I said with a grin and gestured towards my folded clothes. The dwarf blushed quickly and nodded.
I watched him as he made his way a bit further into the woods and waited by a tree. Making sure he was not looking, I quickly slipped off my gown and put on my traveling trousers and tunic. Being made by the elves in Rivendell, the fabric had much more of an elegant feel than something of a man-origin. A silky cloth lined the tunic and appeared out of the sleeves and where the heavier fabric was cut diagonally across the abdomen. The collar was cut squared and ran nearly out to the edge of my shoulders.
I took a single ribbon from the pouch along my waist and tied my hair in a bun; with only a few unruly strands laying about my ears.
Peering into the water once more, I stared down at my reflection.
It took me awhile before I realized what exactly it was that held my attention. Even though it was faint and subtle, there were traces of my father's bloodline along my features. My ears weren't fully pointed and parts of my skin were blotchy and flushed. My hair did not hold the sheen that the other elves possessed and my footsteps were hardly graceful.
It seemed as though it was the first time I had noticed it . . . but I didn't seem to mind . . . it was my father's last tie to the world. I smiled sadly; it was as if his final memory was within me . . . (A/N: corny, yes, I know)
As if entranced, I reached up to touch my cheek—
But I stopped when I saw a pair of glowing, lamp-like eyes reflecting in the water.
I jumped and looked up abruptly, as if expecting to see a beast of some kind on the other side of the stream . . . but there was nothing . . .
Only a slight hiss could be heard in the wind . . . a hiss that sounded oddly enough like 'precious' . . .
I shook my head. Only my mind playing tricks on me, I decided and rose. I fastened my cloak around my neck and started back towards Gimli.
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It felt sort of awkward walking beside the dwarf when I seemed to tower over him by at least a couple feet. But Gimli did not seem to mind, in fact, it appeared as though he rather enjoyed my company.
"So tell me . . . how did you come to know the hobbits?" he asked as we made our way through the Golden Wood, "They seem to speak of you often."
I smiled weakly, "While I lived in Rivendell, Lord Elrond and . . ." I stopped suddenly and tried to force out the words, ". . . and Gandalf would visit one another often . . . there was a time when Elrond sent me with Gandalf to the Shire; he believed I would be safer there . . ."
The dwarf nodded sadly as the memory of the wizard came back to him. For a moment I though he was ready to weep, but he forced back the tears and shook his head, "I have heard few tales of the Shire, and some from your hobbit friends . . . they truly miss it dearly. But what of you? Do you long for it also?"
I sighed sadly and shook my head, "For a while it was like a home to me . . . I had friends there and there was always someone looking out for you . . . but now . . . now I don't know where my home is, Gimli," my gaze fell to my feet, "My mother originated from Rivendell, and my father from Rohan . . . but then again I was practically raised in the Shire . . ."
He nodded, "Ah . . . well then . . ." he stammered and tried to find the right words, "That more or less makes you welcomed in either of those places, does it not?"
I stopped suddenly and stared at the dwarf. I had never thought of it like that . . . maybe he was right . . .
Then I grinned and let out a soft laugh, "Of course . . . it does appear to be that way doesn't it?"
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We returned to find the Fellowship already packing up their final belongings. They paused; however, when they saw the dwarf and I enter the premises. I then watched as the dwarf returned to his normal irritable self in front of our companions. I could only smile and shake my head as I went to go help the others prepare.
Not a minute passed by before Haldir and several other elves approached us. Aragorn went to greet them and listened as they spoke to him in elfish.
The Dunadain returned to us shortly thereafter, "The elves of Lorien have provided us with boats to sail us down the Great River Anduin. They have also gifted us with supplies to last several weeks."
I slung my pack over my shoulder, "Do they wish us to leave now?"
He nodded, "The sooner we leave, the better; we will be able to make it further down the river before nightfall."
An eerie hush fell over the Fellowship at the thought of leaving. I glanced towards Gimli and noticed the sorrow had returned to him. I thought of going over to comfort him, but decided against it in fear of bruising his pride.
So Haldir and the other elves led us silently through the wood and down the hills of Caras Galadhon towards the winding river. Already they could see several elves packing several elegantly carved vessels ready to bear us forth.
We approached the shoreline and stared in awe at the scene of curling mist.
I suddenly felt a light tap on my shoulder. I turned and faced Haldir as he stood before me.
"The Lady Galadriel wishes to see you, milady."
He turned and started to lead me away from the group. I followed him until we came to a small clearing near the river. Under the morning light, the Lady of the Galadhrim stood waiting for me.
Cautiously, I placed myself before her and waited.
"I fear that once you and the Fellowship depart from these woods, it will be the last any other being has seen of Lorien . . ." she said delicately, "The time has come for our people to diminish into the West . . . I believe that the reign of the Lady and the Lord of Lorien is fading."
She paused for a moment and studied my face, "Both your father and your mother's blood runs within you . . . do not think that they would want you to despair over your bloodline; they both loved you dearly . . ."
"I know, Galadriel . . ." I said sadly.
The Lady smiled halfheartedly and gently placed her delicate hand against my cheek, "There is nothing I can give you Kaye, daughter of Taelin and Ilidas; Bearer of Narulin . . . There is nothing that I might present to you that would help you on your quest . . . All that I can give is my blessing that you and your company will stay strong until the evil hovering over this land fades . . ."
I bowed my head, "That is what I wish also . . . and that none of my companions should come to any harm, especially Frodo and the other hobbits . . ." I sighed quietly, "I have no need for any gift, Galadriel . . . as long as my friends are well, that's all I need to go on."
The Lady help my gaze a moment longer and clasped my hand firmly, "You have your father's spirit, Kaye, and your mother's love."
I felt tears forming in my ears at her words, but she said no more.
"Goodbye, milady," I murmured.
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I returned to my companions and waited among them. I saw Gimli move towards one of the boats and peered inside.
He lifted a single package wrapped in a large leaf.
"Cram?" he said in distaste.
I laughed and shook my head, "Nay, Gimli, that is elfin way-bread; lembas as the elves here call them . . . I do believe they are more palatable than the crams of the Dale-men . . ."
But the dwarf had already taken a bite out of the elfin bread and his eyes grew wide with delight. He began to devour the rest and I laughed merrily.
"No, no more, Gimli!" I giggled and swiped the food from his hand playfully, "Only a few bites are enough to fill the stomach of a grown man!" I shook my head, "We'll need these anyway on our journey ahead."
The dwarf chuckled also and hoisted his axe over his shoulder, "Aye! But to tell you the truth, I almost can't wait! I'm eager to dig my axe into some orc flesh!"
I smiled and sat down at the base of a tree, "Are you sure about that? You still seemed rather smitten by the Lady Galadriel earlier," I cocked my head, "By the way . . . it appeared that the Lady came to you once more . . . she gave you something . . . would you mind me asking what it was?"
Gimli blushed furiously and mumbled something inaudible, but then his expression softened and he sighed, "I merely asked for a single hair from her golden head . . ." he smiled sadly, "She gave me three . . ."
I stared at him kindly and grinned. I did not say anymore, however and let him remain in his memories of the Fair Galadriel.
Then I realized that all the boats had been readied and the Fellowship stood prepared to depart. I gently nudged Gimli on the shoulder and stood to make my way towards the vessels. As I approached, I noticed a line of elves holding out nine ivy-green cloaks before us.
They handed them to each of us along with a matching brooch formed in the shape of a green leaf veined with silver. Each of us murmured their thanks and solemnly made our way towards the boats.
Aragorn, Sam, and Frodo occupied the first while Boromir, Merry, and Pippin rode in the next and Legolas, Gimli, and I sailed in the final.
As we rounded the bend in the river, a single white-clad maiden stood along the shoreline; the Lady Galadriel. She raised her delicate hand to us in farewell as we drifted across the water.
'Be brave Kaye . . . your greatest task is but ahead of you and the Fellowship; be ready and keep your heard strong . . ." her voice murmured in my mind, "Let the memory of Lothlorien and your friends give you perseverance to continue on . . ."
All I could do was nod and watch as she faded away behind the trees; disappearing for good from our sight.
But I could not keep from smiling sorrowfully as I heard Gimli murmur quietly to himself: "Farewell fair Lady of the Galadhrim . . ." and watched as a single tear fell to the bottom of the boat.
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A/N: well that was somewhat long!
LoL, but I hope you all enjoyed! Remember to vote on how you want TTT: The Music of the Night to go and if you want Kaye to fight in Helm's Deep!
TTYL!!
Kitkat