When they stopped on the riverbank for the night, several nights after leaving Lothlorien, Kendra took off into the night. Galadriel's words still haunted her. She hadn't told anyone else about what she had been told. The Hobbits had noticed that she had gotten quieter after Lothlorien and they had been wondering why. Several times during the trip down river, when the boats got close together, they would talk between the boats. She could only tell them so many times that she was fine. Sooner or later they were going to drive her nuts with their questions. Well, two out of the four. Frodo and Sam seemed to get the hint when she really didn't answer them.
Kendra stopped a little ways into the woods. She could still see the light glow of the campfire so she knew she could get back. Kendra sat down and looked up. Through the thin branches of the trees she could see the stars. They all looked so bright, something that continually amazed her. As she was looking up she got a crazy idea that maybe her home was somewhere up there, among those bright lights. She had to find a path home and maybe it would lead her through the stars.
A twig cracking caught her attention. Kendra moved into a crouch and pulled one of her new knives. She watched the bushes, waiting for whatever to appear. What did appear was the head of Gimli.
"Lass, what are you doing?" his gruff voice asked in surprise, eyeing the knife.
Kendra put the knife away and stood up, "I guess I have to get back to camp, right?"
"Yeah, they sent me looking for you. It ain't safe being out here by yourself."
"I was just trying to clear my head. It's a little hard doing that when you have two people asking you if you are alright all the time."
"I take it you are talking about the two young Hobbits," Gimli muttered motioning for her to move in front of him.
"That is exactly who I am talking about. As much as I love them, there is only so much 'Kec, are you alright?' that one girl can handle."
Gimli laughed a deep, hearty laugh. They made it back to the camp and settled down for the night. It was peaceful for the rest of the night.
The next morning found them paddling again. Kendra had settled back, letting Legolas take over for a little while. They had cliffs on either side of them and it was making her a little uneasy. One never knew what could be hiding on the top. But, they were coming to an end. All they had to do was go around a corner, according to Aragorn, and they would be in a lake that would lead to the Falls of Rauros.
'Yeah, just what we need. A noisy waterfall. Maybe I can send a Hobbit, or two, over them if they keep annoying me.'
Kendra looked over as Aragorn made a movement forward to tap Frodo on the shoulder. She didn't hear what he said but he motioned his head forward, indicating that something was coming up. Kendra looked ahead just as they came around the corner of the cliffs. There in front of them were two amazingly, giant statues.
"The Argonath. Long have I wanted to look upon the kings of old," Aragorn said, loud enough for everyone to hear, "my kin."
They passed through them. Kendra looked at each as they passed. She was barely big enough to even climb onto one of the toes. The thousands of people who had created these had probably done so to show how great their kings were, and if Aragorn was descended from these kings, then they were great indeed.