Chapter Two: Reunions

The trees swayed quietly in the breeze. Everything around sang with joy. Birds sang among the branches, squirrels quarreled good naturedly as they argued over some trivial point or another. Even the breeze seemed to share in the celebration. Light and hope had once again reached the lands of Middle Earth. All forms of life rejoiced, basking in the glow of freedom as one who had been enslaved for many centuries on end. There were still dangers in the world, but the destruction of the shadow had greatly diminished their power over the free peoples. The elves of Middle Earth felt the relief from the trees and creatures around them. Even mortal men could not deny the air of tranquility that seemed to permeate the soul of the forest through which they rode.

And so it was to these sounds that the company rode unhindered through the forests just south of Rivendell. Lord Elrond had requested the presence of those members of the Fellowship. There was to be month long festivity. All were looking forward to the much needed relaxation and peace. The horses moved without speed, as though there wasn't a care in the world. There was the occasional clink of armor, for even in these times of peace, wild bands of orcs could still attack.

The remainder of the Fellowship rode at the front of the procession. Aragorn rode proudly beside his queen. How glad he was to be able to return to the house of his childhood. His carriage spoke of his proud nobility and he basked in the glow of happiness and euphoria that had yet to wear off from his wedding only two days previous. He turned to study those that rode around him. Arwen sat to his right, proud tall and beautiful. He felt again the familiar jolt of longing and passion within his chest. He had expected it to slowly recede in time, but the exact opposite had happened. If anything, he loved her more now than when he had first laid eyes upon her beauty in Rivendell that fateful day so many years ago.

Arwen, feeling the eyes of her beloved upon her, turned and smiled warmly. She reached out and the two grasped hands, letting their adoration and love shine brightly between them. After a few moments, Aragorn forced himself to look just passed Arwen to the small beings riding behind her.

Pippin and Merry were currently involved in a serious discussion of some sort. Probably about food, Aragorn smiled to himself. It was true that the two friends spent most of their time conversing about the finer points of meals and what the most delightsome samples to have would be. Pippin was gesturing wildly at something Merry was saying, and in turn, Merry came back with a fierce argument of his own. To his right, Arwen laughed suddenly, drawing his attention back to her.

"What are they talking about now?"

She smiled at him, mirth lighting her eyes to a brilliant blue. "Pippin is trying to convince Merry that radishes remain the perfect side dish to roast duck, while Merry is vehemently arguing for onions. I believe that they have reached an impass of sorts."

Aragorn chuckled at this. Well he could remember the stomach that these particular hobbits possessed and it didn't surprise him in the least that they would be arguing over such a trivial matter as this. He let his gaze drift back to the procession, his eyes straying to the other two small, child-like persons that rode in their midst. Frodo and Sam were farther back, riding in quiet conversation. Aragorn smiled softly, sympathy and sadness straying into his eyes. There was a stillness to Frodo that had not been there before. Ever since the Ring, he had been much quieter, more intense than the joyful, youth driven hobbit that he had once known. He knew it was only a matter of time before he took himself across the sea as was his right as a ring-bearer. Though it saddened him to think of such a time, he knew that in the end, Frodo would finally have peace again. That is all that he could ask.

Sam rode close to his master, as though sensing his melodramatic mood. Occasionally, Frodo would smile slightly and chuckle at something Sam had said. It was good to know that Sam was there for Frodo. His loyalty and faithfulness had been a much needed anchor in times past. Even now, Samwise Gamgee was taking upon himself to see to the needs of his companion. And it was a heartening prospect.

A snort to the left caused him to shift in his saddle once again and shake his head at the sight he beheld. Gimli was busy verbally berating Legolas. Not that this was an uncommon occurrence. To be sure, the two could rarely be found together without some sort of verbal sparring match or carefree banter to be heard. Yet it was known to all within the Fellowship, and even to those who came in contact with them, that their friendship was deep and strong. Hard times and war could do that to people, true. But for this awkward pair, their love and tie was also born from trust and understanding. The feud that had lasted for so long between their kin and peoples had caused the two to share an even greater bond of everlasting friendship to form between them. But to hear them talk to each other, you would never know it.

"I say again, Master Elf, when will you elves learn that trees are nothing more than tall sticks of firewood?"

Legolas merely chuckled softly. "What would a dwarf know of trees? You spend so much time burrowing into the earth that even the trees have been forced to forget the memory of your people."

Gimli growled in his throat. "We dwarves do not burrow. Mining for precious gems that are of greater worth than your dear trees and stars that you sing so fondly of is an art. Which is not something I would expect an elf such as you to understand!"

Legolas gave a very un-elf like snort and dared to question, "And what sort of elf am I exactly Master Gimli?"

Gimli grinned evilly, glad to see the elf fall into one of his traps for a change. "Why, the only kind I've had the opportunity to meet." He let the silence fall before he continued. "The prissy kind." Gimli smiled broadly when he heard Legolas choke in front of him. His grin broadened as Legolas turned in his seat to glare at him.

"Elves are NOT prissy. Just because we care about our appearance and keep ourselves clean does not in any way make up prissy." As he said the last, Legolas whipped his head around, causing his hair to fly wildly about. Gimli could not hold back his roar of laughter this time. Aragorn even grinned broadly at the scene before him, hiding his smile behind his hand and struggling to keep his laughter contained. He dared a glance at Arwen and his laughter increased. Her indignant look only caused him greater mirth.

Thus was the scene as the hobbits rode forward to see what all the commotion was about. Aragorn, the great King of Gondor, valiantly trying to contain his own laughter and mirth, Arwen, his sweet Queen, glaring daggers at her husband, Gimli striving to maintain his seat on Arod's back, not very successfully, and Legolas looking at him as though he was contemplating helping his riding companion to lose the seat he was so precariously perched on.

"What's happening?" Pippin asked Merry quietly.

"I'm not too sure Pip. But I don't think I want to be the one to ask right now." Merry responded.

"I think Gimli must have said something to Legolas about elves," Sam spoke up from behind them. "See. Look at the way Arwen is glaring at Aragorn and Legolas at Gimli. They look right indignant don't they Mr. Frodo?"

Frodo smiled slightly. "I think you're right Sam. The elves do look a bit put out."

They were close enough now to hear Legolas say to Gimli, "Well, perhaps the elves are prissy, but at least we don't smell. Lord knows one could smell dwarves and humans from miles off they reek so." He shot both Gimli and Aragorn a scathing look before returning to the task of scanning the forest.

"Ah, so that's what they were arguing about this time." Pippin nodded his head, understanding dawning.

Merry turned his head away so the others couldn't see his grin, Frodo laughed outright, and Sam hid a smile as Aragorn's laughter died almost instantly. He glanced sharply at Arwen, who was the one now consumed with ill-concealed laughter, and then turned his best I'm-the-King-and-you're-my- subject look on Legolas. "I would think you'd take greater care with such ill-words about humans, Legolas, considering the company with which you ride." His voice was stern, but there was a merry twinkle in his eye.

"Can I help it if I must point out that the company with which I ride has such a foul smell? I've endured as far as I could without complaint. I merely feel that the members of this company should be aware of their physical state lest they blame an attack of rogue orcs on something else." Legolas shrugged his shoulders negligently. His face was impassive but his eyes told another story.

Gimli, who had held his peace until this moment, chose then to add his own thoughts. "Methinks the elf is having trouble telling the difference betweens aromas," he said, rubbing his beard thoughtfully. He glanced askance at the hobbits that rode just behind them, his eyes glittering with newfound mischief. "He has the smell of humans and dwarves confused with hobbit smell."

This caused an uproar of indignant protestations from the hobbits. Merry and Pippin were yelling at Gimli that his nose was clearly malfunctioning, while Sam was stating that he had just enjoyed a bath not one week ago and clearly it couldn't be him that they were smelling. Frodo was about to fall off the saddle of his pony his laughter was so great. Aragorn was clutching at his side helplessly and Arwen was laughing melodically along with them. Even Legolas was grinning broadly at the four tiny men who were looking as though they wished to disfigure a certain dwarf. The warriors of Gondor that rode with them glanced at one another, confusion written plainly on their faces. They understood very little of the people that they rode with other than their King and Queen. So it was no surprise that they would be dumbfounded by the jokes and comments made by their party.

The chaos ensued for a few more minutes. Merry and Pippin were dangerously close to losing their own seats on their ponies, so frustrated were they. They were now shouting at Gimli, their noise disrupting the quiet stillness that had surrounded the party thus far on their journey. Aragorn quickly held up his hand for silence, not counting on being totally ignored by the hobbits. He cleared his throat in another attempt to gain the attention of the others. He glanced in frustration at first Arwen, who merely smiled demurely at him, then to Legolas, who raised an eyebrow at him in a parody of a shrug. The King of Gondor shook his head, raising a hand over his face and sighing in defeat. It appeared he would have to resort to.less than kingly measure to gain the attention of the five smallest members of their company.

"Would you KINDLY cease this arguing!" Aragorn's bellow echoed through the clearing. All conversation stopped and five pairs of eyes looked at him cautiously. He sighed, rubbing his hand against his forehead wearily. "If we are to reach Rivendell within the next two days, we should be moving much more quickly than we are at present. Could you possibly hold your discussion until we make camp this evening?"

Sam, Merry, and Pippin nodded their heads, their gazes now turned back to Gimli who merely snorted and said, "Agreed." Aragorn nodded his thanks, turning a stern glare to Gimli, clearly blaming him for his current headache and position. The soldiers were staring at him in amazement and Arwen was apparently smiling to the trees in front of her. As they once again began their trek to Rivendell, Aragorn moved his steed so that his thigh was brushing Arwen's and leaned closer to whisper in her ear. "Do not think you will get out of it that easily," he whispered. Arwen simply grinned in response and urged her horse forward at a slightly quicker pace. Legolas rode up to take her place beside Aragorn, smiling at the look of consternation on his friend's face.

"I would not ponder on it for too long my friend," he told the ranger.

Aragorn was shaken out of his reverie by Legolas' voice, and he glanced over at his friend in embarrassment. "I know not of which you speak."

Legolas smiled, but it was Gimli that responded to his attempt at innocent misunderstanding. "Women are far too complicated to understand Aragorn. Best to not even attempt it for our feeble brains are no match for their superior understanding and complex intentions."

Legolas nodded his agreement. "I have known Arwen long years, and never have I been able to understand her ways. In this, Gimli speaks true, though how a dwarf such as he would know of these things is beyond even the comprehension of an Eldar like myself."

Gimli snorted, glaring at his friends' back. "A dwarf such as myself? Isn't that a bit of the pot calling the kettle black? And what of you Master Elf? I have yet to see you settled with a fair elf maiden and trying to understand her ways!"

Legolas laughed hardily, the joyful sound ringing melodically through the trees. "I will settle down only after I have found a truly beautiful dwarf maiden for you my friend. I would be there to help you decide on the proper mate, for I would not see you encumbered by one who was unworthy of your.skill and talent." Legolas choked on the last of his words, unable to control the snort of laughter that escaped past his lips.

Gimli growled in warning at his friend while Aragorn chuckled quietly. "I thank you for your advice my friends," he said quickly, before Gimli could come up with another retort. "And I will take it to heart. But now we must set our sights to other things. The night sky grows dim and I would find a place to camp ere nightfall. Times of peace these may be, but I fear that orcs still roam the land. I want to be prepared for any eventuality."

Legolas and Gimli nodded their agreement. "I would be grateful for a chance to rest for the night for I believe this unstable beast that Legolas insists upon riding has found every bump in the rode this day."

"I assure you, dear friend, that Arod has done no such thing. He cannot help the fact that you are such an unaccomplished rider. You would do well, Master Dwarf, to learn how to ride a horse. It would save you such.discomfort."

"I would rather trust my feet on the ground than my life upon the back of one of these beasts. However, I would not be opposed to riding with you on another mount. I do not think this one is quite normal."

Arod snorted and tossed his head. He danced a little to the side, making Gimli clutch harder to the back of Legolas' tunic in order to maintain his perch. Legolas reached down to stroke the side of the stallion's neck and spoke in low tones, soothing the animal. "Ro uuma hanta lle vanim ar'maksa vano, Arod. Ro naa linae naug." Arod tossed his head once more at this, but settled down to his smooth pace once again. Gimli started again to berate the elf for his choice of mounts, but one look towards the ground below him changed his mind. He would have a talk with Legolas after hey had stopped for the evening.

The hobbits, who had been trotting silently behind and had heard Aragorn call for them to start looking for a good place to make camp, began to have their own discussion about what to make for dinner. Dusk fell, the dark colors ribboning across in the sky in hues of reds and violets. Stars began to dot the canvas, Earendil being the first to shine in the deepening black of the night. The moon rose, full and glorious, casting its light upon the world below, white, ethereal, mysterious. The odd company made their camp at the edge of Trollshaws. They would be able to reach Rivendell by late afternoon on the morrow. For now, there was no great rush. Samwise and the other hobbits set about preparing the meal that was to be shared by all. The scent of roasting meat and vegetables filled the air. Grumbling stomachs could be heard echoing along the night. Soon, all were seated comfortably around the fire that had been built to ward off the chill night air.

"A fine meal as always Master Gamgee," Gimli commented around a mouthful of savory meat.

Sam blushed furiously, pleased yet always embarrassed to receive praise from even his friends. "Thank you, Mister Gimli."

"I am surprised Sam," Legolas said from his seat. Sam looked at him in confusion as did many of the others who were currently enjoying their own meals.

"What do you mean?" Pippin asked curiously. "Sam's always been a fine cook! I wager even the Elves would have difficulty making food as well as Sam makes it."

There was a murmur of approval from the hobbits at this statement, as well as from the men, but Legolas merely chuckled and shook his head. "I was not speaking of the meal, nor its quality Pippin. The food is, as always, exceptional Sam." Sam blushed again, and Legolas continued, "No, I was referring to the fact that he understood Gimli's praise. It sounded like he was talking through a mouthful of marbles."

Gimli choke and spluttered, spitting out a mouthful of wine in the process. His glare could have split a tree in half, so fierce was it. Aragorn sighed and shook his head. Did it never end? Gimli sat straighter, his eyes boring holes into the laughing elf. "If you would like to keep that fair face of yours attached to you shoulders, I suggest that you keep silent for the remainder of the night, Legolas!"

"Indeed," remarked Legolas. "I would think that you would not be able to hear any comments I made this night, especially since you snore so loudly in your sleep."

Gimli growled threateningly in his throat. His hand strayed for his axe, his warning clear. "I would think that you would have no room to complain about snoring, Master Elf." Legolas raised his eyebrow, practically daring the dwarf to continue. "You snore so loud, 'tis a wonder the trees are not felled throughout the entire forest of Mirkwood!"

To Gimli's left, Merry leaned over to whisper to Frodo, "Do Elves snore?"

Legolas, with his keen hearing, answered the question for him. "No, Merry, Elves do not snore. I think that Gimli confuses his own nightly habits with that of those who surround him." Legolas sighed melodramatically, a twinkle lighting in the depths of his sea colored eyes. "It must be the habit of all dwarves to lay their shortcomings at the feet of innocent companions."

Before Gimli could retort, Arwen spoke up from beside her husband. "If you children are through with your conversation, perhaps we could all help clean up and retire for this evening. I myself am anxious to reach Rivendell as soon as possible tomorrow and it would help if we could make an early start." She cast her gaze meaningfully at the two instigators. Gimli, however, was too busy glaring at his friend to notice. He finally seceded the victory to Legolas, nodding his head at Arwen. But he promised himself that he would find a way to repay the elf before the day was out tomorrow.

The watches were chosen, Legolas to have the first one, the captain of the guards of Gondor would take the second, and two of his commanders would split the third and fourth. The hobbits set to cleaning up the dishes and mess from their meal and Gimli and Aragorn went to the edge of the camp to enjoy their pipes. Legolas walked with silent steps to the outermost part of the camp, his senses alert for any noises that were out of place in the night. He stood with his bow folded in his arms, eyes scanning the blackness beyond while he listened to the sounds of the camp behind him.

Merry and Pippin were continuing the discussion from earlier about the most favorable dishes to go with certain foods. Sam was aiding Frodo in setting out their bedrolls on a soft patch of grass close to the fire. Gimli and Aragorn were still smoking their pipes contentedly, their voices drifting softly along the wind. The soldiers were readying their own bedrolls, several settling the horses for the night. Legolas turned his head slightly when he heard light footfalls approach behind him.

"Earendil sila tiri sina undome."

"Amin Arwen. Tanya ta uma. Tehta en'estela ar'seere ten'sina palurin." Legolas responded, bowing before the queen.

"Long has it been since we have been able to see it so clearly in the night sky."

Legolas nodded, fixing his gaze to the stars above. Earendil was beaming forth this night, outshining all other stars. Legolas felt his heart swell with peace. But his mind quickly clouded, worry and confusion piercing his light mood. He dared not speak of it yet, but something clouded the peace. A fog of darkness swept over the joyful song of the forest and it made no sense to him. Sauron and Saruman had long since been destroyed. What new evil could this omen bring?

"Yet do you feel it?" Legolas glanced sharply at Arwen, her soft words barely reaching his Elven senses. So he was not the only one to feel the strange darkness that rose to the East. It had been plaguing his mind for many days now. They had been passing the Greyflood at Tharbad when he had felt the strange presence erupt in his mind. It had started as a shadow, a mist of confusion and fear at the back of his mind. But as they had neared Rivendell, it had grown, become larger. He was not surprised that Arwen had felt it too, merely unsure of how to approach the subject.

He slowly nodded his head, his eyes once again scanning the darkness. "I have felt it. It is a mist, a dark cloud in the back of my mind. It has grown stronger the closer we come to Rivendell, the closer we get to the Misty Mountains. I know not what to think of it nor how to approach it. There is a constant threat emanating from the mountains before us and I am unsure what it could be. Never have I felt such a presence as this."

"I feel it also, the mist. And I agree. It has only grown stronger the closer we come to our destination. I fear what it could mean for us in these times of peace."

They both turned at the sound of footsteps. Gimli and Aragorn now walked toward them, confusion and wariness written in their expressions. Arwen and Legolas abruptly ceased their discussion, turning stoic faces to the people that approached them. Legolas nodded his head towards the two, greeting them warmly. Both acknowledged the salutation, but remained suspicious as to the topic of the conversation they had obviously interrupted. Both Legolas and Arwen had held worried expressions on their faces. For humans, such an appearance would not be misplaced. But on an elf, it was almost a sure sign that something was amiss.

"What troubles you so, my love?" Aragorn asked, moving to take Arwen into his embrace. She leaned back against him, the slight feeling of fear vanishing in his presence.

"Kai. It is nothing my heart." She smiled, trying to reassure him. But Aragorn had known her for too long. His heart told him that something was bothering her. He glanced at Legolas, but could read nothing from his friend. Whatever they had been discussing, it had been of a serious nature. He decided he would have to wait until he and Arwen were alone to get the details of their conversation from her.

Gimli in turn was staring hard at his friend. The elf always managed to look the most impassive when something important was going on, or when dark thoughts were intruding his thoughts. He, too, came to the conclusion that he would have to wait until the morrow before he could speak to Legolas about his thoughts. "I will retire now my friends. I dare say I will need my rest ere we begin tomorrow. If I must ride that dratted monster that Legolas calls a horse for most of the day, I shall need all the patience and strength I can muster through sleep."

Arwen and Aragorn laughed at his discomfort, while Legolas merely grinned unabashedly. "Mayhap you should walk tomorrow. Although I would not be wrong to suppose that the celebration would be over before you even reached the Ford by such a mode of transportation."

"It would server you well to choose a mount that isn't so independent. One of these days he might throw you off and then you would understand exactly how I feel."

Legolas laughed out loud at this. "My dear Gimli, Arod would never throw me. And I would never abandon him if he did so. He is too fine a steed to give up. And I would miss his companionship."

Gimli grumbled, "Companionship? From a horse? I think that all the bumping and bouncing on the back of that animal has turned your brain into mush. Companionship. HA! You would not have to worry about such damage being done to your person were you to use your own two feet and WALK like a normal person."

"And then I shall be as late as you are to all meetings, my friend. No, I think I will stick with horses. They are much prove a much better means of traveling when doing so for speed."

Gimli harrumphed, muttering something about 'weakling elves' and no 'stamina'. Both Arwen and Legolas laughed, the mood that had permeated the air around them vanishing as abruptly as it had come. For now, the shadow was at a safe distance from them. Their joy and peace could not be interrupted by it at this moment.

Deep within the caverns of the Misty Mountains

The captain of the Uruk-hai, Garnor, knelt before his master. He could not help the trembling that encased his body whenever he was around the being. And just now, he was afraid of his Lord's reaction to the news he had to bear.

"The work progresses more slowly than we had hoped, Sire. There was a cave in and we have had to stop our mining in order to clear it."

The creature seated before him drummed his claws against the stone. The sharp sound filled the silence that followed this announcement. Garnor shuddered, trepidation consuming his limbs.

"I want everything to be in place within three weeks. If it is not, you will pay the consequences." The voice was harsh, grating. It seemed to flow on a river of ice, the cold chilling every fiber of one's being. Garnor hastily nodded his head, bowing low over the floor at his master's feet. "Now, Go. And do not fail me." The dark one watched his captain scurry out the room, his red eyes taking in everything. Soon. The time was coming. And Middle Earth would not stand a chance.

The night was still, the only noise coming from nature's creatures as they passed through their night of song. Legolas let that song flow over him, his face raised to the light from the stars. He was lost in thought, his mind consumed with puzzlement. He had dreamed of her again. The past few weeks, he had been inundated with thoughts of this woman. He knew not what she looked like, for always she was concealed in shadow, but he knew that she was female. Her soft touch, whispered murmurs of delight and pleasure all sang to his heart, heated his blood. It was different each time he thought on her, and yet not so different. She would come to him in the dreaming, shrouded in this white mist, her features obscured by the light that surrounded her. She would whisper incoherent words to him, brush silken hands across his skin.

Legolas shut his eyes, recalling the latest dream he had had of Kaimeledainme. He had come upon her, lost and confused. Yet when she had seen him, her countenance had appeared to lighten considerably. She had reached out a hand to him, beckoning him closer to her. And he had come, closing in on her until they were wrapped in each other's arms. He had kissed those soft lips, letting himself become lost in the shape, texture, taste of her. Hands had roamed freely over each other's bodies, until they were skin against skin. The heat that had radiated between them had almost been unbearable, but so intensely pleasurable at the same time.

Their lips had met and clung, their kisses becoming wild, erotic. He had laid her in the soft grass at their feet, the scent of dew and blossoms on her skin. His hands had moved over flesh as smooth as down. She had the ripe curves of womanhood, yet the innocence of a child. Gasps and moans of delight were murmured from her luscious mouth with every touch, every flick of his tongue against her flesh.

In turn, she had allowed her own hands to roam, touching his shoulders, back, chest, face. Her fingers had traced the fine contours of his cheekbones, running lightly to his lips. He had felt the blood pool in his loins as her fingers ran softly over his top lip, against the lower lip, and back again. Heat had suffused his cheeks, desire had consumed his eyes like wildfire. He had felt her lips against his own, a light caress that moved along his cheekbone to the lobe of his ear. He felt his body begin to harden again as he remembered those sweet lips sucking at the sensitive base. The tongue that had branded fire along the outer rim to trace the delicate tip of his ear had nearly been his undoing. Such heat and passion as he had never known had ignited in his blood, racing through his veins and branding him with his desire to claim her as his own.

He had claimed her mouth then, the kiss brutal in its passion, tender in its ecstasy. Her nails had scraped gently through his hair, causing shivers of delight to race along his spine. Her own gasps had brought a smile to his lips when he had traced his finger around one of her puckered nipples. An exquisite moan had issued from her lips, causing Legolas to loose one of his own. He had prepared to enter her, claim her, take her for his mate, when her whispered words had stilled him, capturing his soul.

"Promise me forever. Never leave me, my love." Desperation and fear had tinged her voice, causing him to seek to reassure her.

"Ten'oio, melamin, ten'oio." He had raised his head, and found himself looking deep into emerald green eyes. His gasp had been of pure pleasure. Never before had he been able to discern her features. But now, this time, he had seen her eyes. They had been the color of the forest after a storm, ripe with heat and passion. Flecks of gold there were in those depths. They had been the most erotic, entrancing eyes he had ever seen in his many years on this Earth.

Then the dream had shattered, and Legolas had woken, shaking with unquenched desire. Now, as he stood in the silent, moon-drenched night, he could remember vividly that last dream, recall the passion and flare of those wondrous eyes. Opening his eyes, he looked towards the heavens, his gaze seeking Earendil, and he made his wish.

"Kaimeledainme. Tula a'amin. Amin vestuva lle ten'oio."

Author's Note: "Ro uuma hanta lle vanim ar'maksa vano, Arod. Ro naa linae naug."-He doesn't appreciate your beauty and soft step, Arod. He is merely a dwarf.

"Earendil sila tiri sina undome."-Earendil shines bright this evening.

"Amin Arwen. Tanya ta uma. Tehta en'estela ar'seere ten'sina palurin."- Lady Arwen. Indeed it does. A sign of hope and peace for this world.

"Ten'oio, melamin, ten'oio."-Forever, my love, forever.

"Kaimeledainme. Tula a'amin. Amin vestuva lle ten'oio."-Dream woman. Come to me. I will promise you forever.