The four elves and the mortal returned to the camp which was filled with soldiers from the kingdoms of Middle-earth. Aragorn made certain that in marshaling the ranks for the return that the only elves anywhere near the companies of Rohan were Elladan and Elrohir. The twins were tolerated more by the Rohirrim than other elves only because they were kin to the future queen of Gondor, as Aragorn had clearly explained some time previously.

As Lómëmir rode beside Legolas and Gimli on the roan stallion she was afforded, the sight of an elf and dwarf sharing the same charger was nigh-on barely credible to the lady. In all her travels of all her days, the one thing she had never seen anything like was the two races sharing a friendship, let alone tolerating one another.

Lómëmir decided to find out just how first alliance between elf and dwarf since the first age came about, and she struck up a conversation with Gimli. Unfortunately, the first topic was not a well accepted one. When Lómëmir asked of the conditions in Moria she received little more than a raised brow from the stout rider.

Legolas glanced back at his friend hopefully. "Moria could flourish again now, you know. Think of it, Gimli, Lord of Moria."

The raised brow returned, but this time in interest. After a moment's thought on the prospect, Gimli said, "The Glittering Caves are still more beautiful though, Legolas. As you will see."

Legolas grinned somewhat uneasily and swiftly changed the subject. Speaking of caves, let alone caves in the heart of Rohan, was something Legolas preferred to avoid. "And something you might appreciate more the next time around, mellon-nin, is Fangorn."

Before long Gandalf came to ride by them, Lómëmir being relieved that he might remove some of the awkwardness from their conversation. Lómëmir still had difficulty believing that an elf, let alone an elf of Mirkwood, was really companion to a dwarf. Such things she knew had once been, but not in times of her memory.

As Gandalf rode beside Lómëmir he handed to her the pack that he came across near where she was found by Legolas the day before. She smiled to Gandalf in thanks.

"As promised, i do have word for you, Lómëmir," he said to her, keeping his voice to a level only she could hear.

Though Lómëmir's visage remained calm, her eyes lit up with a shimmer hope as the beacons of Gondor had on the eve of war. Just as the beacons had then, her grey eyes echoed to Gandalf of the need for the aid of an ally.

"One from Gondor remembers that Vaneldur received treatment for wounds sustained at Pelennor. He said that the injuries seemed minimal but that they must have been enough to keep him from the march because none have seen him since. But i must tell you that Aragorn has no memory of giving aid to any of his description, so he can not have been long at the Houses of Healing. Still, that certainly leaves us some hope. I expect young Faramir will know more. If Vaneldur was in his company, Faramir will remember and able be to tell you much about him. Perhaps more than you know yourself."

Aragorn called to Legolas and Gimli to ride forward beside him, as they had done so often before. This time there was peace and the pace was easy enough for the three to converse comfortably. Lómëmir and Gandalf continued their discussion as well.

"From where does Vaneldur hail, Lómëmir? Might i venture to guess Dol Amroth?"

"You might, mellon-nin. Dol Amroth is correct, though he has since traveled much. Nearly as much as i have myself. But his home is Dol Amroth, and my heart is called by the sea."

"A fortunate pairing then," the old wizard said with a wink.

Lómëmir still felt concerned for Vaneldur though. "Did that soldier you spoke with really believe that his injuries were slight? But if they were, why did he not continue to the march on Morannon with his company?"

"Those are questions you must keep for Faramir, meldur. Worry not, Lómëmir, you will meet with him before long. My guess is that the young steward will be quite sufficiently convalesced by the time we reach Minas Tirith tonight."

Gandalf's calming influence washed over Lómëmir as she nodded and the two went on to discuss their travels since their last meeting. They had known each other for many years, having crossed paths traveling north of the Shire when Lómëmir left her home at the Havens so long ago. She listened awed as Gandalf told her of his battle with Durin's Bane in Moria, thus accounting for the wizard's changed appearance. The tales they shared were many and before they were ended night was fastly approaching.

Legolas and Gimli were seen coming back through the ranks to Lómëmir and Gandalf.

"I trust we are making camp soon, Legolas?" Gandalf inquired.

A grumble was heard from behind the elf. "Not soon enough for some it would seem," he said, laughter in his Sindarin eyes. "But to the rest of us, Aragorn wishes to ride an hour more and reach the further side of Osgiliath. He wishes to enter the gates at morning."

Gandalf nodded knowingly. "The better to get the ceremony over with?"

"Such is his wish," replied Legolas.

Lómëmir nearly questioned what ceremony was in order, and why a captain of Gondor would order the time of such a ceremony, and further, why all through the day he rode at the fore of the Dunedain rangers. Her questions of his healing abilities still mystified her as well. There was a link that simply would not connect in her thoughts, but she knew that, somehow, this man was no mere ranger.