Legolas closed the door to a room slightly smaller than the one Anna had stolen herself away earlier. The furnishings were not as large but just as ornate, leaping horses plummeting out of shield of arms carved into the wood. Anna plopped herself down in a seat. Legolas, seeing her already break down from her tantrum, sat beside her and was silent.

'Eowyn is right,' Anna said softly and sadly. 'I do not possess any of the beauty of the elves.' She looked up, the epitome of what she did not see in herself, staring back at her. A most remarkable thing was seen by Legolas though. Was that a stream running down her olive skin? The pools in her eyes refracted the flashing light once held in their forest green orbs, now dark with sad thoughts and bad lighting.

'Eowyn knows nothing of the elves,' Legolas responded.

'And you? What do you think? I am not an elf no matter what these ears tell.' She looked back down ashamed of her foolish confidence in coming to such a populated place. 'I am nothing.'

'You are a legend among many people. You may have just inspired the King of Rohan to come out and face the enemy, to take action instead of waiting for it.' Legolas stared at her pale, peach lips, set in a frown. 'I have only known you fro a short number of days but I can still tell that seeing you without a smile is more than unusual.'

'For what would I smile?' she replied simply. She turned her face further away from Legolas but he guided her chin to him with the gentle of an elf. Her glassy eyes reflected every ray of light.

'Lle naa vanima, Anna.' His words fluttered over her. She could guess what these words meant but she had never heard them directed at her. Could she be mistaken? Could she assume such a thing?

At that moment, Aragorn opened the door and Anna stood up. She put her back to him hoping he would not see her wiping away tears.

'We are all going to Helm's Deep,' Aragorn informed them. Then, looking at Anna's back, 'Get ready.'

Aragorn looked to Legolas expectantly until Legolas stood and, with one last look toward Anna, 'You should pack as well,' they both left.'

Translation:
Lle naa vanima.--You are beautiful.