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Chapter 3

'Watch your step,' Legolas warned as he helped me step out of the boat. 'For now you can put on my cloak. A princess of Gondor should arrive to meet her people with Elven clothes. When we reach Dol Amroth, the Elf-maids can garb you in the traditional Elven fashion.'

'How lucky!' I exclaimed. 'I've always wanted to wear Elven clothes. They are so beautiful!'

'You almost look exactly like your mother,' he said with a pause. 'I cannot tell you how pleased your parents will be to see you. We have a long ride ahead of us.' Not a moment after he said this, two horses with riders and two horses without, came into view. 'And here,' he explained, 'are the horses that will bear us to Dol Amroth.'

We silently waited for the riders and horses to come level with us. 'Greetings, Legolas and Eldarwen. I expect the boat ride went smoothly?'

'It did Aldaina,' he responded. They had been good friends since their childhood in Mirkwood. Aldaina had also helped Legolas with the rebuilding of Ithilien and later resided there. 'Greetings Aelinhith,' he said with a nod to the Elf-maiden. She nodded in acknowledgement. 'Dunaglar, rochamin,' he exclaimed as he stroked the horse's silky pearl-like mane. 'He has been my friend through many journeys.'

'Dunaglar was well rested before we journeyed here. Even on our way here, we took a slow pace to ensure the horses are well rested. For your journey will be long and tiring,' Aldaina reassured us.

'You have forgotten one thing. You have not yet told me the name of my horse.'

Aelinhith spoke for the first time. 'Your horses name is Hithtinu. She is still young in years but a very gentle horse. A great horse she is, descendent from Shadowfax himself.'

I started to stroke her soft hair. Like Dunaglar, she too, had a pearl-like mane. In Elvish, I whispered softly in her ear. Still whispering to her, I firmly moved my hand down her sleek back, getting closer to her tail. When my hand was directly above her hind leg, I slowly stroked my hand towards her hoof. I gripped just above her hoof, and I confidently lifted the bottom half of her leg up with one hand until it was parallel to the ground. Slowly, I lowered her hoof back to the ground.

'She is indeed a great horse,' I replied. 'She is perfect,' I confirmed smiling. As light as a feather, I climbed onto her back and began stroking her silky mane once more. I just hoped I would not make a fool of myself on the horse. Last time I was on a horse, I thought, it did exactly the opposite of what I wanted.

'Why did you lift her hoof first?' inquired Aelinhith.

'I saw it in a mov-. I saw a woman do it before. It shows if the horse trusts you or not,' I replied.

'Interesting,' she murmured.

'Aelinhith and I must be going on now. The king will be glad to hear of your safe arrival. Namarie!' he called, and with that, Aelinhith and Aldaina turned their horses and galloped towards Dol Amroth.

'We better be going,' Legolas added as he gracefully mounted his horse. Without a word, we edged our horse towards Dol Amroth. Surprisingly, the horse needed only the slightest tug on the reins to do what I wanted. We went at a leisurely pace and with complete silence. All that could be heard were the soft hoof beats of the horses, the wind from the sea, the ever-moving waves along the shore...

The whole trip, I constantly stared at the tall tower that was the city of Dol Amroth. To reach the city, we had to ride from the west to the north side. Building the city on a cliff made it hard for anyone to reach it save from the north.

'We are almost there. See how the city is getting close?' Legolas asked as he pointed with his long slender hand. 'We shall rest here tonight. After tonight, we still have a two-day journey. Tonight, though, we will feast and enjoy the merry-making.' With that, he laughed loud and clear.

'Long live Legolas Prince and Princess Eldarwen!!!' were the cries we were greeted with. I could not help but smile at the anxious crowd that greeted us. Word of the arrival of the lost Elf-princess of Gondor had spread through the city like wildfire. The prince of Dol Amroth himself was, in a long line, descendent of Mithrellas, an Elf-maiden who was a companion of Nimrodel. Because the prince also had Elf-blood flowing through his veins, the citizens of the city by the sea counted Legolas and me as relatives of the prince. This was to our advantage because we were treated royally, and most importantly, with respect. Not a second after we dismounted our horses, men with dark hair and sea-grey eyes took our horses and led them to the stable.

'Greetings again,' said a familiar voice. As he said this, he touched his right hand to his heart, held it there for a second, and then slightly extended his arm with the palm up.

'Quel amrun, Aldaina,' I responded in Elvish with a nod of the head.

In response, Legolas touched his right hand to his heart, held it there for a second, and then slightly extended his arm with the palm up. This was a normal Elvish greeting.

'The prince,' he continued, 'insists that you stay for a night of merrymaking. If you choose to, and he hopes that you do, in the morning we shall replenish your food supply and garb Eldarwen in the dress of her people. What do you say to his request?'

'We thankfully accept his request,' Legolas said with a bow and a smile.

'Very well,' Aldaina said with a smile and then motioned to me. 'Eldarwen, Aelinhith shall take you to the fitting room where you will be properly dressed.'

Aelinhith led me into a courtyard where several maidens were eagerly awaiting us. After I was introduced to them, I was directed towards an opening covered by a deep blue drape on the left. It appeared to be a dressing room for there were dresses of all kinds; tight and flowing, light and dark, silk and lace. Only for a few seconds, did I stand there. Before I knew it, I was fit into a gown.

The dress was gorgeous beyond belief. The light silky fabric was almost sheer lavender and was layered over a skin colored fabric of the same material. The dress had no sleeves and was so long that I could step on the bottom hem. Before I could fully admire the dress, they sat me on a stool. Next thing I knew, my hair was twisted, pinned, and curled. It wasn't until then that I realized, 'My hair is long!' I exclaimed.

"You did not expect it to stay short did you?" Aelinhith laughed. "Did not Legolas explain your transformation?"

"Well," I thought. "He did explain on the boat. He said I would fully transform into an Elf, but he did not say specifics. I guess I should have expected it though."

Just then, a voice spoke. "Dinner will soon be served," explained Aldaina. "I trust that the raiment fits?"

"It fits perfectly. We shall arrive in a minute or two," replied Aelinhith. 'Are you ready to be seen by the people?'

I took in a deep breath and exhaled. 'As ready as I'll ever be,' I replied.