As morning dawned Lómëmir woke to the sound of many people moving about in the camp, preparing for the formal coronation that would take place. As she lay still she could also hear the sound of many more people bustling about within Minas Tirith. She chanced a look to the world outside the tent she could not see any she recognized, until Gimli came into view.
The dwarf bowed briefly to her. "My lady, i am told that should you wish to stand with your fellow elves, and myself, you may follow me. We are with the ranks of Dol Amroth."
"I shall follow you, Gimli," she said turning back into the tent momentarily. She came out bearing the small pack she had carried with her.
As they approached the company at the fore stood Elladan, Elrohir, and Legolas, all arrayed in finery. Legolas wore a tunic of the same silver shade as Lómëmir's gown, whilst the twins were both attired in the darker shades of Rivendell.
Legolas smiled to Lómëmir, inclining his head as she joined them. "I am glad that you will enter the White City with us, my lady. It is a comfort knowing that i am not the only wood elf here today," he said with a grin at the twins, who also nodded their greetings to Lómëmir.
Together they stood and watched as Aragorn, Gandalf, King Eomer, Price Imrahil, and the Hobbits went forward and were met by Faramir, who had come forward from the crowds who stood all around the wall of the city. Lómëmir listened as after having received his crown from Gandalf, Aragorn uttered the words Elendil had so many long years before. The cheers of joy and celebration were great and seemed to sound all over Pelennor between Minas Tirith and Osgiliath. It was then that Aragorn walked out ahead of all others and the crowds before the city parted and he passed the gate for the first time as King of Gondor and Anor, such as had not been for years unremembered. All companies gathered followed after him into the city and eventually dispersed as they would. Friends of Aragorn followed him to the citadel and were feasted and given the shelter of his own home for whatever rest they had need of. It was after this feast that Lómëmir spoke with Faramir when she found him looking out over the city and the westering sun.
She too stood quietly watching the sun sink to the horizon before she spoke gently. "My lord Faramir -"
Faramir started at the sound of another's voice. He had not noticed her presence as she had not made any sound approaching. He did recognize her as having entered in with the elves and dwarf at the fore of the Dol Amroth band. He bowed slightly to her.
In return she inclined her head. "I am sorry for not speaking sooner, i have spent but little time, in my accounting, in the company of mortals."
Faramir shook his head, a faint smile tracing his features as he pulled himself away from his many thoughts. "Ordinarily i would have noticed such a beautiful lady, it is i who offers the apology. In what way might i be of your service, híril-nin?"
"There is but one way you might aid me, my lord. I pray that you knew one who fought in your company not so long ago. His name was Vaneldur."
Faramir remained inexpressive momentarily, having to reach back past much darkness to the days when the defense of Osgiliath was his highest concern. "Vaneldur was from Dol Amroth, he was brave and strong but also understanding and knowledgeable. He was one of my finest warriors. I wanted to name him my second in command, but my father.... Why do you ask of him, lady?"
Lómëmir was temporarily unable to respond. Hearing of Vaneldur from someone who had known him proved more than she thought it might. Faramir read this in her and understood.
"Then you are Lómëmir," he said, guessing that she was the one who Vaneldur had spoken of so very tenderly.
"I am," was Lómëmir's only reply.
"I had heard that he fought at Pelennor, but i have heard naught beyond that of him," Faramir said almost apologetically.
Lómëmir's silence was broken only then by her tears. "I must find him, Faramir. For good or ill, i must know...."
"My lady," Faramir embraced her, empathizing the fear she felt. "You have all the time from now to the end of days to wonder if you do not find out, who could wish that on anyone? I will assist you however i may."
"You are a great man, Faramir," Lómëmir said, regaining some composure by Faramir's empathy. "You have a compassion that is hard to come by in the realms of mortal man."
"It has not always served me well, my lady, but i know, too, that there are times when such is my greatest gift. I thank you for your considerate words, you yourself are rare among the Eldar."
Lómëmir was about to give him her thanks when she was cut off by a shout on the level of the city below.
"My liege Eomer!" called a strong voice to the man walking ahead of him, returning to the quarters provided his sister.
"What is it Erkenbrand? Can it not wait?" asked the King of Rohan, slightly annoyed. He wanted to see his sister, having heard that she was quite well again. He was in no mood to be trifling with more troubles.
"I think that you will want to receive this word, my lord." Then he spoke again at Eomer's sharp glance. "The prisoner is recaptured."
Those last words grabbed Lómëmir's attention and she rushed to the edge of balcony to catch sight of the prisoner referred to. As her eyes found him he spoke in a low voice.
"I am not your subject and this is not your kingdom. Further, i am no criminal."
At the sound of his voice Lómëmir faltered so slightly that only an elf could perceive it, as Legolas had. He stepped out to her, placing a hand on her shoulder in concern and looking into her eyes. What he saw there was months of fear washed away in a matter of seconds, and one single tear drop.
"Lómëmir?"
She could not assure him that she was well before the White Wizard joined them as well. "My lady, i must speak to you," said the old wizard in a tone that meant everyone else should be gone.
Lómëmir shook her head though. "I know, Mithrandir. I know..." she said before going away with Gandalf.
Legolas seemed surprised to see so much of the light of the Eldar returned to Lómëmir so quickly. He, as yet, did not know what it was that she sought in Minas Tirith, but he reasoned that Faramir held whatever answer she needed. He nodded to the Steward in thankfulness. "It is no small task to assist an Elf of the Woodland Realm as you have so done."
Faramir smiled slightly. "Thank me not, Legolas of Mirkwood. Rather, thank the Eorlingas." He still had trouble accepting much generosity within the White City, it was not something he was accustomed to. The two exchanged quick bows before Faramir went quickly down to the next level, leaving Legolas to wonder what in the name of Elbereth the Rohirrim could have done to restore Lómëmir's life so.