The journey through Osgiliath and the woods on the west side of Rhunangando was uneventful. Feanar was leading the Fellowship at this moment, for he knew thease paths more than any elf in Rhunangando. The fellowship approched the great gate with causion, just to be sure that they didn't get shot. The sun was falling behind the Ash mountains, casting a grey shadow on the land. As the fellowship aproched, an Elf cryed in Sindarian.
"Daro! Methed en gald ten eana ian anun uial. Neha?" The elf said. Feanar reconized it as Elford.
"Edro, mellon-nin. Feanar ena whana anun mornie." Feanar replyed. He then swiched the language to that of the comon tounge. "With me are two dwarves, Two men, Elgorn and Celgalad. We request access." The silver rope was thrown over the side. Feanar climed first. By the time all of the fellowship had clamered up the rope, Gilraen has come to the tower. Feanar and Gilraen caught each others eye at the same time and she lept into his arms.
"I'm so glad you are back! I want to know what is going on, for many elves are scared." She said. Feanar smiled.
"Elford, find Folnagan, tell him to give our guests quarters." Elford saluted and strode off. Elgorn watched the twins talk, fiddling with his necklace. When will I ask, oh my poor soul. As Folnagan arived, so did the time arive in Elgorn's mind. Tonight.
Later that night, Elgorn walked slowly over to Gilraen's room. What to say, what to say. This was going to be more difficult then he first thought. He reached her door, necklace in hand. He hesitated, took a deep breath, then knocked. An answer for him to enter came instantly.
"You can place the cloak on the table…Oh" Gilraen started, then turned around. "I wasn't expecting you, Elgorn."
"Hello, Sister of my friend." He shifted uncomfortably, and slowly approched her. Aw, just do it. "There is one thing that is in my mind right now. One question. Do you… uh." Elgorn paniced. He still had not the courage to ask. He had not the courage to tell her that her face lit a fire inside him, that her voice was like rain on a desert.
"What? Do I what?" So inviting her voice sounded.
"Do you love…?" Elgorn tried again. I can face all the orcs of Mordor, but this is too dificult.
"Who do I love? Is that what you are asking?" Gilraen said. Elgorn nodded. "Blind you are, if you could not see." Elgorn's heart fell, for that line sounded like certin doom to him. "It is you that I love." Gilraen said so quietly that Elgorn looked up in alarm. Her eyes were filled with tears. "Who, who is it you love?"
"You. I have for many many years. I was nearly torn with pain for I had not the courage to approch you." He drew close to her and wiped the tear on her perfect left cheak. Then, brushing her hair away, kissed her forehead. She sighed and hugged Elgorn. She pulled His head down so they could kiss on the lips. The kiss was so intense, so loving, Elgorn and Gilraen both knew that they would never tire of it. When they broke apart for air, Elgorn pressed into Gilraen's hand the sword necklace.
"For you, love." She took it and examined it. Then she put it around her neck and snuggled into Elgorns arms. They leaned against a wall together and staired out at Ithilien with all its beauty. But the Ash mountains loomed over the two elves.
"Feanar told me everything that has happined." Her voice held a hint of pain and sorrow. "What do you think will happen?"
"I don't know. I think that a war will break out, for there is something in Mordor, and the free peoples cannot alow a new dark lord to rise."
"Do you think that anyone will live?"
"There are so few elves left here on Middle earth. But the men have a strong leader. I believe that the elves will diappear after this war, if we win. Men will have total domanation of the lands once heald by elves." Elgorn sighed. "That is why we must stop it here and now, so that all of us are not erased." Elgorn broke apart from Gilraen. "Let us hope that we were on time to stop it. Gilraen came over to Elgorn and placed a ring in his hand.
"This ring was Legolas' mothers, given to him before she died. Our family has suffered much in the ways of loss. Feanar would never stop fighting even if is doomed to a thousand orcs to one. Be like him, for I could not lose you as much as I could not lose my brother." The ring was a beautiful blue satphire ring, the stones aranged in the way of a dragon in flight. A small emerald stone was its eye. Elgorn placed it on his middle index finger. Then he kissed Gilrean once more, as a brief good-bye.
Dinner with the fellowship was a glazed over time. Elgorn could not focus on anything at all, which Feanar noticed. He pulled Elgorn to the side after the dinner.
"What has gotten into you?" He asked harshly. Elgorn smiled.
"I did what I have wanted to do for years." He raised his hand with the ring on it as explination. Feanar's eyes grew wide as he reconised the ring.
"Never have you said that you loved her."
"I was afaid of rejection. But as we may be going to our deaths in Mordor, I had to know."
"She has been waiting for you for a long time my friend." Feanar happily said. "I approve of your love. And I say : About Time! What in the name of the Valar took you so long!" Elgorn just laughed.
AN: Well, I know I said I would do this in Gilraen's view point, but I did it in Elgorn's instead. I told you I was getting atached to Elgorn.
Here are the translations of the elvish:
Daro! Methed en gald ten eana ian anun uial. Neha?
Stop! To the end of the wood you have come under the twilight. Name?
Edro, mellon-nin. Feanar ena whana anun mornie.
Open, my friend. Feanar has come under the darkness.