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Chapter 15 The Jewels of Men and Objects of Life
Gandalf took the heavy task of telling the king who had been out of the world for to long the dark news, as they walked to Théoden son's graves, with heavy hearts. While the three hunters prepared to eat and were bathed and given fresh clothes. Dawn sat on a chair looking out through window upon the rolling hills of Rohan. Dawn had been unable to even remotely walk but to the staircase, before her weight had given out on her. Her right side did concern her, but not as much as any movement of her arms, back, or neck sent scores of throbbing muscles in protest. She had been leaning against the chair in the girl's room for an hour. Her face glossy with cold sweat, her eyes red underlined by the blackness of her skin. Her nails were a slight tinge of purple lacking oxygen, as Dawn focused on the ceiling trying to overcome the various problems of her vision. Éowyn began to untie Dawn's shirt, Dawn quickly grabbed her hand, and then said,
"Where I come from we usually undress, and redress ourselves"
She began to untie her blouse, and then she saw Éowyn watching her. Uh a little on the lesbo side, she thought, and turned around, so she wasn't facing her. Éowyn then turned and began to pull out dresses, none of which fit Dawn.
"Alright maybe I could just I don't know walk around nude." She laughed softly, stopping quickly as pain shot throughout her torso, and Éowyn turned around at her, and looked at her as if she was some crazed serial murder. It was then Éowyn began to talk as she putting away her dresses.
"I'm very sorry, Lady Dawn, for all that you have been through here. I knew you could not in the servitude of Sauron. I'm sorry that you faced all that pain, I am even sorrier that none of us ever even challenged Grima."
Dawn looked at her, she really did mean what she said, and it was a sad expression both of happiness and of grief. It was eerie to see Eowyn in such a manner. She wrapped a blanket around her and then hugged Éowyn, you could tell it was something she wasn't use too as she slowly raised her arms to wrap them around her as well. It was then Dawn thought about her horse, then the things the horse carried. Pulling away quickly, feeling the marks on her pain scream in protest, settling to a whisper when she held still.
"Aw! Silvermane!……Could you get someone to get all the uh what did it look like again, the pack with the leaf on it, it has some extra clothes in it!."
Éowyn looked at her, this girl was strange, but it was easy to see why so many cared for her. She smiled and sent someone to get it. It was then Dawn began to ask questions about Rohan, and then she asked about everything, why they were so good with horses, and other such questions. Éowyn did her best to answer most of the questions, but she could not help but laugh, when she accidentally called Grima the greasy bastard. Éowyn tended to her wounds, she put a soothing liquid on the slashes on her back, even wrapped her arm where she had been suspected of bleeding. Then she began to wonder how to tend to her right side. When Dawn looked down at her necklace, it was blue, a fluorescent blue….
"Holy crap, is that's stuff!"
Éowyn watched as Dawn fumbled with her necklace then she took it off, and began to talk to herself, her blue eyes dancing in mirth.
"Now if I could just figure out how this works….maybe it's a drop…no there's no hole…oh it can be unscrewed…okay maybe not….stupid thing….Galadriel couldn't tell me how to use it could she? No cause then damn elves got be all mysterious….heaven forbid they give a healing necklace with instructions!"
She fumbled with the necklace and would mutter something occasionally, as she peered at the necklace with great determination, firm on finding out how it works. She was trying to unscrew it, when Éowyn moved forward to help, her movement brought such shock to her, that she dropped the necklace and it hit her right side. Sinking into her skin, a sky blue radiated around her side, warmth spread to her torso, Dawn gasped in shocked, and fell forwards, although the blood had stopped she felt if not more tired than before, massaging her temples. For several minutes trying to catch her breath, as if, it took more energy from her than healing her. Dawn face suddenly contorted into a hideous grin, Éowyn let out a little gasp, and she looked into the face of a pleased Dawn,
"So that's how it works!"
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Dawn was putting the necklace on again, when they saw a young girl come in with three packs, followed by another who carried an arm full of weapons. Then by another with more weapons. Dawn smiled meekly,
"Maybe I got a little too carried away."
Éowyn looked at most of the weapons they were made from elves, simply enough. She watched as Dawn sat on the floor and began to empty out the bags. Throwing things over her solider. She kept saying
"To keep, to throw, to give."
This continued for several minutes, when Dawn opened another pack,
"Ha here it is, she pulled out two garments. One being a black suit like the one she had previously worn, the other was a beautiful white dress, with elves shoes. She then began to fidget with the dress, her eyes in wonder. Éowyn laughed,
"You do not wear these often do you?"
"I'm not much for dresses, I prefer the good all pants with a tank top."
She smiled, it was then she realized however, Éowyn had no idea what those were.
"Uh forget I said that."
Much to Dawns complaint Éowyn dressed her. She nodded in approval as they walked out, Éowyn noticed Dawn did not walk in such a formal way, she smiled, and her walk was free, no matter how many troubles she had just had. Dawn kept a constant conversation going, and her jokes and comments about the men often made her laugh till her side ached. Dawn didn't like the idea of how uncomfortable she was feeling around Eowyn so she filled it with her mindless babble, Eowyn seemed to enjoy Willow talk. Lessening Dawn's feeling of foreboding in staying in the city, knowing now that Grima was gone. They walked into the golden hall, Éowyn in the fits of laughter, hands clutched to her side. Dawn was in the midst of telling a joke, when they walked into the great hall, to see Gimli holding Legolas's bow, and Legolas instructing him how to hold it properly. Dawn stopped as if she had walked into someone screwing each other on her mom's bed. She smiled and suppressed the urge to call Gimli a hypocrite. Legolas watched her walk in, she was beautiful wearing a white gown, her hair combed and pulled lightly black, she was smiling, and although her arm was wrapped, for thanks to Galadriels blue liquid it had not been broken and somewhat mended. Her eyes felt immediately on Legolas, he could not resist the urge to go over and talk to her. He walked quickly away from Aragorn and the others, he came to breathless to Dawn.
"Lady Dawn, may I…" Legolas did not know what to say, he looked around the room and spotted Gimli slowly putting away the bow and arrows. "May I ask that you show me your archery expertise?"
Her eyes shined, she locked her arm into his, and quickly dragged him towards, Gimli.
"Gimli, would you mind if we use these?"
"Of course not lassie."
"Could you go and stand over there, Gimli, really quick, please!"
Gimli looked at her hesitatingly and went over and stood in front of a wooden wall,
"A little to the left, wait that's good, okay now spread you arms out, and lift them up, now spread your fingers apart…yup right there….uh spread your legs apart too, yup like that. Okay hold on a second."
She ran and grabbed an apple and ran towards Gimli a placed it on top of his head, then ran to back towards where Legolas stood. Gimli looked uneasily at the way she held her bow. Aragorn noted how she held just like Arwen had. She must have taught her he silently thought, and then turned himself, and lit his pipe and watched Dawn. Carefully observing her nimble movements without any signs of pain expressed on her features. Aragorn was sure she was injured, and in no way could she heal so quickly, Dawn was consciously hiding her pain. Gimli then spoke,
"Uh lassie, what do you plan on doing with me?"
"If I were you Gimli I wouldn't move an inch.," said Dawn as she lined her arrow with her bow. Gimli gulped she let the first arrow fly it hit the apple directly above his head. Legolas's eyes lit up, and Aragorn sat abruptly. Gimli laughed and said,
"Is that all lassie?"
"Hmmm…"
Dawn said and in mere seconds did nine arrows fly. One arrow landed in between each of Gimli's separated fingers. The last arrow flew and hit right below, Gimli's outstretched legs. Gimli looked down, he shakily said,
"You almost hit me in my jewels lassie."
Dawn laughed and looked at the shocked of expressions of the many people in the room. Obviously, they had never seen a female be so good. She watched as Gimli stepped back and looked at the bows lodged into the wood. She breathed a sigh of approval, and then handed Legolas his bow, and walked back towards Éowyn. Aragorn could not help but laugh, this girl, was probably a better warrior than he was. It was then the cheer was cut brief as Gandalf came bursting through the doors with two little bodies in his arms.
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Later they sat the two bodies had been that of children a little boy Éothain and a tiny little girl Freda. Someone brings in soup and sets it before them. Dawn sits next to the little girl and runs her fingers through her hair. She is so little, she thought silently. It was Éowyn who then spoke she had changed her clothing and was dressed in black, she faced her uncle and said,
"They had no warning. They were unarmed. Now the Wildmen are moving through the westfold, burning as they go: rick, cot and tree."
The little girl asked for mother. Dawn watched as Éowyn wrapped a blanket around her. Gandalf sat on the right hand side of King Theo. Where Grima once sat, he was speaking to Théoden, in a voice that could be heard, by those who sat in the hall,
"This is but a taste of the terror that Saruman will unleash. All the more potent for he is driven mad by fear of Sauron. Ride out and meet him head on. Draw him away from your women and children."
Gandalf leans forward and says, drawing his hand on top of Theo's in reassurance and leadership.
"You must fight."
Aragorn looked and saw that Gandalf was getting nowhere with Theoden he then said,
"You have two thousand good men riding north as we speak. Éomer is loyal to you. His men will return and fight for their King."
Théoden waved his hand dismissing the idea, as he stood,
"He is 3,000 leagues away. Éomer cannot help us. I know what it is that you want of me. But I will not bring further death to my people. I will not risk open war."
Aragorn faced him, dropping his pipe keeping a very calm voice. Dawn knew as the fellowship knew, you knew Aragorn was angry when he yelled and expressed his anger. You knew Aragorn was risking it all when he became silent and stayed calm in a dire situation. Dawn saw that he was still trying to convince him to fight,
"Open war is upon rather you would risk it or not." Calmly again, his eyes narrowed in defiance.
Theoden hesitated for a moment and then rudely said,
"When last I looked, Théoden, not Aragorn, was King of Rohan."
After all they well Gandalf had done for him, he was not willing even to listen. Gandalf looked hopefully at him and said,
"Then what is the King's decision?"
"We will go to Helm's deep."
She saw everyone except for the people who lived in Rohan, were disappointed, she didn't mean but it just slipped,
"Uh, is Helm's deep is that where you guys go when your scared? Who thought of the name helm's deep anyway?"
Aragorn gave her an evil look, Gandalf smiled. But the majority of people frowned and looked sort of pissed. She put her head now, good going Dawn. Just then a loud burp erupted from Gimli, he was wiping his beard on his face, ugh that's so wrong.
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It was after the meal did she see everyone head towards the stables. She looked at Legolas,
"We are leaving now?"
Legolas looked at her quickly then turned away. His thoughts of the loss of her company still controlling his heart and emotions as well as his speeches, actually the very sight of Dawn seemed to have a deadly stuttering mind wandering effect on his speech. As she walked by his side. Yes, Dawn in whole next to him also had a damaging effect on his movement, as his shoulder collided with a wall for the third time. As they followed, Aragorn and Gandalf to the stables when she heard Gandalf angrily say,
"Helm's deep! They flee to the mountains when they should stand and fight. Who will defend them if not their King?"
It was then Aragorn who calmly replied, "He's only doing what he thinks is best for his people. Helm's Deep has saved them in the past."
"Oh so what now we agree with him?"
Dawn reprimanded, Gimli smiled at her.
Apparently, no one else but Gimli had heard her, that was good now they couldn't yell at her now, she then heard Gandalf say,
"There is no way out of that ravine. Théoden is walking into a trap. He thinks he's leading them to safety. What they will get is a massacre. Théoden has a strong will but I fear for him. I fear for the survival of Rohan. He will need you before the end, Aragorn. The people of Rohan will need you. The defenses HAVE to hold."
He looked at Aragorn, waiting for him to give an answer that would as Gandalf looked effect the future of the world, Aragorn replied readily, "they will hold"
She had just come to Silvermane's stable and she was caressing him, she did not pay attention, but she did listen to what Gandalf said last,
"Look to my coming at first light on the fifth day. At dawn, look to the East."
With that he rode off, she watched him disappear out of the city. It was then they all headed back for the castle. Legolas was the last to leave. Dawn also had detrimental effects to his mind process, very slow reactions, she was there, he was suppose to be walking back right? He turned towards Dawn, he was about to put his hand on her shoulder, when his eyes closed and the air was sucked from his body, and he saw a blurry vision of someone laying in blood on the green hills, he saw her face, clarity and sadness struck him forcefully, as the air rushed back into his lungs, he knew now he had just saw the moment she….died…
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He quickly turned away and left. Keeping his own thoughts to himself. Dawn was walking back into castle to gather the weapons she had decided to keep, she walked past to see Aragorn and Éowyn swords locked, her eyes were firm, his had a look, an I like you look. Arwen she thought breathlessly, and continued to gather her things. It had angered her beyond anything to see that look. Only such short time with Arwen, Dawn looked upon her highly with much respect. But with Eowyn the mindless babble had endured and she felt a sudden connection of interest in Eowyn, like she had to bring Eowyn out of her shell. She could hate neither of the girls, but Aragorn was torn and in this, she understood. She changed back into the black robes upon seeing Éowyn had too changed into a better traveling dress. She took her sword and put it on her belt, then the daggers, this time they went it her boots, hahaha there will be no untying of clothes this time. It was Gimli who saw here slide the daggers in her boots, he laughed heartily. She found her black cloak, and was swinging it over her head. She pulled the veil over her face, she took the case of arrows and threw it over her back, then she walked to Silvermane, nobody had really spoken to her, but now she was back into her old outfit, people eyed her suspiciously. She got up on Silvermane and was trotting out of the stable, when she met Legolas's eyes. She smiled at him, and threw down her hood, so that her hair blew in the wind. He did not look at her though, he continued on his way. She almost ran after him, but it was a little girl and her family that stopped her. They had no horse, and the mother was pregnant, and carrying a pack, and a tiny little girl. She stopped,
"Hey lady, why don't you have a horse?"
The woman stopped she was young about 24, she already looked tired,
"My husband is with Éomer and the many men who were banished from Rohan. He was a great horse trainer, his name was Akamunds."
She stopped, why did she recognize that name? She looked down at the woman who struggling, she looked at Silvermane. Akamunds yes that was it, Silvermane former trainer was Akamunds. Dawn rode to catch up with the woman. She jumped off the horse.
"My lady what is your name?"
She looked a little shocked to be called by such a formal tone, but replied
"Eraion, my lady, may I ask of yours?"
Dawn did not know why but she said,
"Aèrindil"
"Lady Aèrindil" repeated the little girl,
The woman smiled, and said
"This is my daughter Kili."
She smiled at the little girl. She then turned to the lady, as many people passed them, they looked worried, as if they would get left behind.
"Eraion, I know what I'm about to say will change your life forever….." Dawn looked into the eyes of a very worried wife how do your phrase the death of a loved one? What do you say to the one they loved the most? Especially if they died without a final word of them it was blunt as possible almost Anya like said, "your husband, Akamunds, he died."
Eraion stopped, her hand went to her face, and she looked at Dawn's face, and then bent her head down and began to sob. Dawn ran to comfort her. She then took the little girl and placed her on Silvermane's back, she then turned to Eraion, and extended her hand, Eraion looked at her and then took her and seat herself on the horses back.
"He trained this horse didn't he?" As she slide her hands over Silvermane's glossy black coat.
Dawn nodded her head. She then took Eraion pack and tied it to the horse, then took her weapons, her axe, two swords, and her pack of clothes, which held all her trinkets, and her flask with her name on it as well as her bow and arrows. She looked into the eyes of Eraion.
"He died bravely, defending all that he thought was right, he died in my arms, he told me to tell you that he loved you more than he could ever express in words. That you were the fullest rose in the valley."
Eraion smiled, "He always talked about this horse, I'm glad he trained it, he always said black horses have a bad reputation. I'm glad Silvermane went to such a good rider and warrior."
Dawn smiled and then took the horses reins, and patted his neck, and she whispered to him,
"Keep them safe, Silvermane, keep them close, run now, up too the front."
He ran, she was the last person to leave Edoras. She ran, to catch up, to the others, at last she made it up to the front. She saw Aragorn, she walked to his horse, and she looked at him.
"I'm a little out of breath."
She said gasping holding onto the side of his horse. He looked ahead,
"That was a noble thing."
She smiled at him in embarrassment and with boosting pride, "thanks"
After while walking felt like an eternity, her legs began to hurt. She talked a while with Aragorn but he didn't seem to pay attention, to absorb in his own thoughts. How any of these people could be fat was beyond her. This walking, riding, lets go kill some orc and save the world thing, should be a workout video, it definitely would get you into shape. Pondering that thought for a while as she pictured Legolas in spandex instructing the video, nasty visuals that protruded to a wicked smile enlightened Dawn's features. Aragorn's huff of frustration disrupted her sexy work out video mental image as well as tripping over a rock. Turning her attention to that man who looked so deeply absorbed in his thoughts, that if a demon were looking straight in his eyes he would not notice. She studied him intently he would occasionally glance at his necklace then at Eowyn. Dawn then said,
"You like her don't you?"
His head was jerked to face her, she continued to walk.
"I think she is beautiful." he replied aloofly, and then frowned and touched the necklace again
"That's not all you think about her."
He smiled at her guilty, idiot, she thought, don't ever smell at a person who is interrogating you, it makes you look guilty.
"But then there is Arwen…."
Dawn saw a sad look, sad wasn't the word for it, it was a heartbreaking, distressed, depressed, lost, dismal, choked with emotion, and withstanding tears look coming over his face.
"Arwen sails soon to the undying west." his frown deepened, and his face became an internal conflict again.
"But…..there is always a but Aragorn" she said softly
Dawn looked at him, he loved Arwen, and she loved Arwen like a sister. She also loved Éowyn like one of her closest friends. The infamous but, it left Aragorn in a ponder like state. So she walked over towards Gimli, where she could see Gimli was nervously holding the reins. She came up too him, and took the reins from his hand, and led Arod. He began to tell tales of the Lonely Mountain. All this other stuff. By this time now, Éowyn stood on the other side clutching Arod's reins. Dawn asked,
"Well I know in most stories, there is some sort of romance? What about Dwarf romance?"
Gimli looked at her, "well lassie, most Dwarves don't have romance."
"Well then what happens, do you guys just come to life, or what?"
Gimli went into a long explanation about Dwarf women, and both Éowyn and Dawn's eyes were wide open, a little too much information rated R information. He concluded with,
"It's true you don't see many Dwarf women. And in fact, they are so alike in voice and appearance, haha, that they're often mistaken for Dwarf men"
Dawn felt a smile grow on her face, and then turned to hide it, and saw Aragorn make a sign with his chin and whisper, "it's the beards"
Dawn let out a slight giggle, and let go of the reins, and put her hand over her mouth. Gimli continued to speak,
"And this, in turn, has given rise to the belief that there ARE no Dwarf women. And that dwarves just spring out of holes in the ground!"
She and Éowyn burst into fits of laughter. Then Gimli began to giggle
"Which is of course ridiculous... Whoa!"
They were both laughing now as Arod took off, making Gimli fall, as Éowyn ran up to help him. Gimli could be heard saying,
"That was deliberate, it was deliberate, don't panic."
She looked at Éowyn staring happily at someone else, and turned to see a smiling Aragorn.
"Pimp" she said silently. She then noticed Gimli walking, and continued to walk along with him. It was either him or her that was making jokes that day. She held her sides, to sustain her from falling over. For right then Gimli was talking about Grima, when he had seen a snake get trampled. He had pointed at it and began to say, "Look who it is, Wormtongue!"
She had left Gimli for now he was talking to a horseman who had commented on his axe. Gimli and his axes, the horseman was now stuck in weaponry conversation. She walked awhile by herself, playing with her necklace. She was humming to herself, when Legolas came behind her, he rode a horse. His features suddenly excited then sad and suddenly unreadable.
"Lady Dawn, you seem quite tired, would you like to ride, Edmus?"
She looked at Legolas, "no that's okay, I think all this walking is doing me some good." She said grabbing her sides, where her baby fat once hung, he did not however smile back,
"Uh Legolas is there something wrong?"
He hadn't even looked at her the whole time, she had been talking to him, but she now felt really depressed. She kept her head down, and focused on the blue flower she had in her hands. She walked now, no one talking to her, even though someone she knew stood right next to her. She looked back to see, a guy in some armor, he was young, he had a black hair, he had a great smile, and he was looking right at her. She stopped and watched as Legolas continued on not even looking back or even noticing she had left. The guy came up behind her. He smiled at her,
"Hello, my lady, I am Etópal"
"Hiya Etópal, I'm Aèrindil."
She then thought why had she been introducing herself as Aèrindil, instead of Dawn? Probably because that name sounded pretty, it was elvish, and that name fit in here. Yup that was reason.
"Lady Aèrindil, you have great beauty, the horsemen say, you also have great skill with weapons."
Dawn could not help but smile, and turned to look at Gimli who was pointing at her then making the signs of her holding a bow, and then him showing him his fingers. She laughed, she wondered if he would tell them, about her aiming for his 'precious jewels' she laughed. It was then Etópal got off his horse, and began to talk to her. He was really hot, and he was 22, a horseman, his father was a horseman too. He however got really boring after a while. He just never seemed to shut up, he would just brag and brag, and then say something stupid, and then would come the comment, I'm sure you couldn't understand though, you never really been in a real battle, and then Dawn would do fake smile with the fake laugh. With the secret thought to knock him down and give him a real, fight. Dawn was listening another one of his stupid tales, when the people began to stop, and set up camp. Oh god, please someone call me, please I don't care who it is, and even Grima would be nice. He followed her around for a half hour, using the same lines over and over. Oh god, she thought and here it comes, she turned away from him, and she mouthed, but you wouldn't really understand though, because you never really been in a battle. She stuck out her tongue, and picked up, a piece of wood and smiled maliciously. Screw the rules she said quietly. She was about to turn around when Aragorn took the log out of her hands, and shook his head at her. Then looked at guy, and listened to him for a while, and then quietly took her hand and led her away.
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"you're my savior, I could kiss you right now!" Aragorn laughed as he walked with her awhile. Dawn flushed at her father figure,
"Hug…I mean hug….you….huggiepoo….bear hug….yeah hug…hug that means nothing but hug in a sort daughter and father way hug….like a good grades hug…." Willow babble strikes again! He smirked wrapping his arm around her shoulder in a fatherly gesture, as Dawn face slowly faded back to pink instead of its glistening red.
He would often turn to make sure the lad didn't follow them. He looked at her side, and then he suddenly purposefully hit it. She looked at him it hurt but not a lot, she knew what he was trying to do, he had seen the blood, she quickly mumbled,
"Uh what was that for?"
"To see if you're on guard." he said smilingly looking somewhat relieved he then talked of the history of Helm's deep, afterwards, then he went into his tent.
She began to walk threw the sleeping people, looking for someone in particular. She found him, he sat on a hill, he was singing something in elvish, she couldn't understand everything he said, but she did occasionally pick up the words, love and loss. She wasn't wearing her black outfit she had changed into a green dress, which was made of satin like material. She walked up the hill, determined to find out, why he had been acting so strange. She was fiddling with a flower she had picked. He turned his head on hearing her climb up the hill. He eyes met hers and then he quickly turned away and gazed back at the stars. Okay so it was up to her to start a conversation.
"Do you remember than night in Lothórlien, when you told me the old stories?"
He nodded his head, but he did not look at her, she sighed, what had she done? She made a move to sit down, and then watched as Legolas shifted himself, preparing to scoot away, or stand up and walk away. So she stood a little ways away from him, and continued to talk.
"Do you remember that story you told me about Tinúviel and Beren? Do you think they really died?"
Her eyes looked at him, but he did no look at her. She bit her lip,
"Do you Aragorn and Arwen's love will make it."
Again no reply, she let her hands to fall to her side,
"Did you ever think elves and mortals could love each other?"
He did not answer, she knew why she had come to look for Legolas, and she wanted to know if he liked her or was her feelings just stupid? Was it more than a physical attraction? She looked at him, and then she was about to ask him if he had ever loved her, when he coldly said,
"Love…did you think I loved you?"
Dawn opened her mouth to say yes, he then quickly stood up and faced her, his eyes looked really cold emotionless. His whole demeanor void nothing but harsh truth etched on his face, it made her quiver and stomachache with pain, knowing her thoughts and beliefs of them had been wrong.
"I could never love a mortal, let alone a thing."
He turned away from her and did not look at her, she felt tears form in her eyes, and then she wiped away a falling tear, and walked down the hill. She took the object she had been clutching tightly in her hand, the Drá§pion. He turned to watch her walk down the hill, and saw a blue light glowing from it, she paused and he watched as she let it fall from her hands, rolling slightly down the hill. He watched her walk into tent. Then he went over picking it up. It glowed a dark blue, "she has left…" he said wrapping his hands around it then turning back to the hills.
She felt alone, the only thing that held her now was the man who treated her like a daughter, Aragorn. She walked down the hill, she did not remember sleeping that night, or eating or doing anything that night or that morning, she just fell into daze and she walked with Etópal. She did not even talk Aragorn, who had demanded to know the reason for her sadness. Aragorn was walking with Gimli and Legolas, held the reins of Gimli's horse; they spoke quietly looking at Dawn who walked but a few yards ahead of them. Only Legolas kept silent. Aragorn looked at her and said,
"I have never seen her so sad, ever since we found her in Moria."
"Yes its true laddy, anyone who has got any sense, seeing her yesterday afternoon and then today, could tell her wee heart is breaking."
"She walks like she carries a heavy burden."
"Yes laddy, and she walks with that young lad, did not yesterday, she could not stand the sight of him?"
"yes, but she tells no one of her pain, Gimli, you know Dawn, she will never admit she needs help."
They continued to talk, but Legolas did not hear them. His eyes were looking at the girl, who wore a blue dress, walking sadly, ever since last night. But there never could be anything between them, he was an immortal she was not. When she died, he would be left alone without her. What would his father, Thranduil, say when he told him he wanted to be wed to a mortal. His father his whole, kingdom, would be disgraced. She wasn't even in human, she was just Aèrindil. As he spoke these words, he looked towards her, he had called her Aèrindil, not human, and he was ashamed of his emotions for her. She was not real, she never would be.
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My friend Jessica was screaming at Legolas at this point, bwhahaha, love doesn't come easy. Especially to anyone in the Summers family.