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Chapter 30-Shaking the Tree

I woke suddenly and tried to rise. However a sharp pain shot through my leg. Crying out, I fell back breathing harshly. Suddenly, Almira was there supporting me.

"Thank you," I murmured weakly once she had me settled.

Almira waved away my thanks. "I am only glad you are awake."

It was then I noticed the boy. "Hello," I said not really knowing what else to say.

"Hello," he replied.

"What is your name?"

"Gebúr."

"Well met, I am Rodwen and this is my friend Almira."

"Well met," he responded shyly.

Looking around I noticed that the Keep's other occupants were rather grievously injured as well. "Where are Legolas and the others?" I asked. I had vague memories of events before I passed out, but it was hard to keep my thoughts in order when all I could think about was how much my leg hurt.

"They rode out at dawn's first light. But it sounds like most of the fighting has ended. They should be returning soon," Almira responded. I could feel her tension and worry, sentiments the three of us seemed to share. Trying to get comfortable I shifted my bad leg without thinking and could not suppress my cry. I leaned back against the wall, grinding my teeth in an effort to keep from moaning.

"You are in pain," Almira stated with only a hint of question in her voice.

"A lot," I affirmed.

Almira took my hand and squeezed. I gave her a grateful smile, or as close to one as I could manage. Gebúr then cautiously took my other one. I looked at him surprised then held on tight when he made to withdraw it. Now it was his turn to stare up at me in surprise, but I simply tightened my hold. We stayed that way until the men returned.

The three of us held our breath as the doors opened and then released them as smiling faces stared at us. Legolas strode forward quickly across the floor and was kneeling at my side in seconds. Almira disappeared with a smile, no doubt to seek out Rúmil. Gebúr departed as well and I hoped he would be reunited with a father or some family member.

"I am glad to see you awake," Legolas stated by way of greeting.

"And I am glad to see you alive," I returned. Leaning forward slightly, I managed to brush my lips across his.

Legolas sighed and ran a hand gently down my face. "I must tend to your wound." I groaned and he smiled slightly. "Do not even consider uttering the words 'I am fine.' I will have none of it." He began looking around then nodded satisfactorily seeming to find what he was looking for. "I am going to move you somewhere more private. Brace yourself."

I clenched my jaw as he lifted me into his arms. Legolas walked a few paces to the hallway that led to where the stairway to the caves below was located. Entering a random room in the hallway he placed me on one of the many beds therein. It looked to be a sort of makeshift hospital and other injured soldiers were being tended to as well. Legolas removed a satchel he had slung across his shoulder and opened it. I was hit by the pungent scent of herbs. Shielding me with his body, Legolas removed a cloth then blushed as he pushed my skirt up enough to see the wound, which was situated a few inches above my knee.

"If you are uncomfortable I am sure a healer could-" his snort interrupted me.

Legolas fixed me with a dubious stare. "We both know I have a rather jealous nature and therefore would likely be more uncomfortable were another man to tend to you."

"A fair point."

I winced as Legolas pressed the cloth on my wound to stop the bleeding the movement had caused. Once the blood was staunched he rinsed the wound thoroughly with water. Thankfully the large amount of pain kept me from focusing on the feel of his hands on my leg. As he dried the wound I noticed he was frowning.

"What is it?" I asked.

"This is going to need stitches," Legolas stated calmly.

"Oh no," I cried, trying to move. "I do not do needles."

He held me firmly in place with one hand and I sighed frustrated with his strength. "Today you do. We cannot risk infection. I will not leave you behind because of a worsened injury that could have been prevented."

His pragmatism and dedication bolstered my courage. Relaxing, I gave a curt nod. Legolas squeezed my shoulder then turned to thread a needle. I broke out in a cold sweat as he lowered the needle to my flesh and my fingers were digging into the bedding trying to gain purchase but to no avail. Many long moments later he had finished and bent his head to bite and snip the thread. His silken hair brushed my leg and I closed my eyes. A throat clearing caused both of us to snap our heads in the direction of the entrance. We began blushing fiercely upon seeing Rúmil standing there smirking.

"I take it you are going to live?" Rúmil asked of me.

"Seeing as it is impossible to die of embarrassment, yes," I replied. Legolas cast me a chagrinned look, which was slightly ruined by the rakish smile that was beginning to spread across his face.

"What am I going to do with you?" I asked.

Legolas shrugged and was about to reply but Almira cut him off. "Marry him and make a respectable man, well ellon, out of him." I could see my shock mirrored in Legolas' face and once again we were both blushing.

"Here," Almira stated entering the room and handing me a crude cup. "Aragorn bade me give this to you for the pain."

I sniffed then grimaced. "I have had to drink way too many foul beverages." Shuddering I drained the glass. "Yuck."

"Perhaps if you stop getting injured…" Legolas said pointedly.

"Believe me that is at the top of my list of things to do," I replied.

"Good. Now you must rest. We are to travel again this evening," Legolas divulged.

"Great," I drawled sarcastically. Legolas smiled as he began to stroke my hair. Under his tender ministrations I quickly fell asleep.

Several hours later I woke to my name being called softly and someone gently shaking me. I opened my eyes groggily. "Legolas?"

"I am here, my love. It is time to leave." Taking my hand, Legolas helped me to my feet. He kept one arm firmly around my waist.

"Can you make it?" Legolas asked.

"I believe so." The pain had receded to a more tolerable level thanks to the draught Almira had brought me.

"Good, because we are to ride to Isengard," he said with false brightness.

"Of course, out of the frying pan and into the fire we go," I muttered grimly.

Legolas pressed a quick kiss to my forehead. "I will protect you," he murmured lowly so only I could hear. "I will not fail you again."

I glanced at him sharply. "There is no need for you to feel thusly. This was not your fault. You need not feel guilty."

"Perhaps, yet I do. Maybe it is not logical but then again love never is."

I sighed. I could not argue with him about that. I winced when we stepped outside, blinded for a moment by the bright sunshine. I turned my head slightly and noticed Almira and Rúmil whispering quietly together, both seeming rather sad. My heart clenched in fear. Had something happened to Haldir despite, or because of, our intervention? I looked away from what was obviously a private moment only to see Haldir standing a few paces away. I sighed in relief and sent a thankful prayer heavenward. It then occurred to me that the Galadhrim must be returning to Lórien, hence Almira and Rúmil's solemn demeanors.

"Try to stay out of trouble will you?" Haldir said to me when he reached us.

"If only that was possible," Legolas muttered and I glared at him.

"Say hello to Malthenwen for me and tell her not to worry," I requested.

"I will, however it will do no good. She always worries," Haldir replied, and his deep-seated love was obvious in his voice. "As for you," he said lightly turning to Legolas, "I wish you luck keeping Kate out of trouble. I know you can take care of yourself." They grasped each other's shoulders as I rolled my eyes. It was not my fault I kept landing in the thick of things. It just sort of happened.

"Ready?" Haldir asked of Rúmil when he and Almira joined us. He only nodded sharing one last kiss with Almira. I squeezed her hand as we watched them depart.

"Can you ride?" Legolas asked softly as the King appeared.

"I believe so, at least for a little while. The medicine has numbed some of my pain." He nodded once then released his grip around my waist to help me mount Braith. Almira followed me up while Legolas turned to help Gimli onto Arod. Moments later our company was ready to depart. I was not looking forward to the ride or encountering Saruman, but then I realized we would be reunited with the Hobbits and I could barely contain my smile as we departed. When we had reached the trees I am pretty sure my eyes were as wide as saucers and the bemused smile Legolas cast my way confirmed this. I was in complete awe of this sudden forest. I could feel the men's fear and reluctant curiosity.

Gandalf rode forward into the forest and our company slowly followed. The path was left clear much to our relief. However trees were crowded together densely, creating thick, impenetrable shadows. I heard Legolas sigh deeply. He must be relieved to be surrounded by trees once again. The sheer number of trees and their angry murmurings were almost overwhelming but I was comforted that their anger was not really directed at our company. Gimli was glancing around fearfully and Legolas rode close to Gandalf for his sake.

"It is hot in here," Legolas said to him. "I feel a great wrath about me. Do you not feel the air throb in your ears?" (1)

"Yes," Gandalf replied simply.

"What has become of the miserable orcs?" (1)

"That, I think, no one will ever know." (1)

"This would make a great B movie: The Trees coming to a theater near you," I remarked softly to Almira.

She snorted drawing odd glances from the men around us. "How's your leg holding up?" she asked a moment later just as quietly.

"Throbbing but not unbearable, I am doing my best to ignore it."

"Sorry," she said sheepishly but I just shrugged it off.

I listened absentmindedly to the conversations around me, to Gimli and Legolas discussing Fangorn and the Caverns of Helm's Deep and to men discussing what we might find at Isengard.

"What say we go on an adventure of our own?" Almira asked me quietly.

"Huh?" I queried confusedly, pulled suddenly from my thoughts.

"Legolas and Gimli are making plans to travel together and I was thinking we should do the same. I was reading up on marriage traditions here while in Lothlorien and found out that it is customary for couples to take a year apart. That's when we could go, before you get married, a last hoorah of yours, if you will," Almira explained.

I was caught off-guard for a moment. Though I knew Legolas and Gimli traveled together, I was not in the picture at the time. I was rather put out that Legolas would make such a decision without even speaking to me. "First off," I said, "There's no guarantee Legolas and I will be getting married. He could change his mind." I ignored Almira's huff of disbelief. "Second, why were you reading up on elven marriage?" I turned slightly and sure enough she was blushing.

"I was just curious," she mumbled.

"Uh-huh, sure," I smirked. I could practically feel her roll her eyes. We lapsed into silence after that. The afternoon waned and the sun was beginning to set by the time we reached the end of the wood.

"There are eyes!" Legolas said. "Eyes looking out from the shadows of the boughs! I never saw such eyes before." (1) He turned to ride back into the forest despite Gimli's protests when Gandalf halted him. Out of the trees came Ents. Once again I felt my eyes double in size. They sent out ringing calls and a moment later more Ents came from the North and upon joining them they all returned to the wood. We paused, still in awe, while Gandalf explained that they were Ents, shepherds of trees, to the bewildered men. We continued on only a moment later. I could tell Legolas was struggling to resist the urge to turn back into the forest. He looked like a child having to leave Disneyland. The sun had now set and the medicine I had taken was beginning to wear off. I was wincing with every step Braith took.

We were headed towards the Fords, the Gap of Rohan was still glowing red and dark birds flew ominously overhead. "The carrion-fowl have been busy about the battle-field," said Éomer. (1)

I heard Almira sigh. "Was that really necessary?" she mumbled. "That is not the imagery I want in my head."

The moon began its slow climb into the sky and still we rode on. It took us about four hours to reach the Fords from when we left the wood and my leg was screaming in protest. Wolves could be heard howling in the distance. I shivered, remembering captivity and a grim night battle. As we wound our way down towards the river's edge through rising turf banks I noticed that I could not hear the rush of water. Soon enough the riverbed could be seen…and it was practically dry.

"More of Saruman's devilry," Legolas whispered as he returned to ride close to my side.

I merely nodded, pain keeping my jaw clenched tight. Legolas must have noticed the strain in my face for he reached into the satchel he had used earlier when healing me and passed me what looked like bark. "Chew this; it should help with the pain."

I took it reluctantly and he nodded encouragingly. Biting down, I was surprised to find out it didn't taste half bad. "What is this?"

"White willow bark. It will not rid you of pain, only lessen it."

"That is good enough for me," I murmured.

We crossed the river and followed an ancient highway towards Isengard. We halted around midnight. The feet of the Misty Mountains stretched to meet us and the Wizard's Vale lay dark before us, though steam or smoke seemed to be pouring out of it. We camped beside the silent bed of the Isen river and everyone was on edge. Wanting nothing more that to stretch out my leg and lie down, I quickly dismounted, trying to land on only one foot. I stumbled and came up against a hard body, a strong arm encircling my waist. "Lover, you should be more careful." Legolas' hot breath tickled my ear. Such relief welled within me to finally be stopped for the night that tears welled in my eyes. Turning quickly I buried my face in his chest. He ran a hand soothingly down my hair. "Are you able to wait a moment while I set up our bedding?" I nodded quickly, lifting my head from his chest. Almira stood close to me, silently lending me strength. Legolas gathered our supplies then disappeared returning a few minutes later. He gently lifted me into his arms and carried me to a small circle where Aragorn, Gandalf and Gimli were sitting. Within our camp, men had broken up into smaller groups. Legolas carefully set me down then said, "We must check your dressings."

I just stared at him blankly. "Your bandage," he supplied.

"Oh right." I was way more tired than I realized. I began to pull up my skirt, and just like that Gimli, Gandalf and Aragorn disappeared. Almira and I shared a smile at such chivalry.

"What is so amusing?" Legolas queried.

"Where we are from, seeing a women's thigh is no big deal. In fact when it gets warm our clothing does not necessarily cover out legs fully," Almira explained. Legolas looked positively scandalized and I laughed. I quickly smothered it when he looked at me indignantly.

"It is odd," he said with a sniff.

"About as odd as wearing floor-length dresses," I returned, and his expression turned thoughtful. Legolas changed my bandages quickly then tucked me into bed.

"My fingers are sore," I complained in a small voice.

He smiled tenderly before pulling a small jar from his pack and picking up one of my hands. "It happens to every archer after their first prolonged battle. Firing repeatedly and rapidly for so long obviously takes its toll on your fingers." I sighed as he caressed the lotion into my hands and quietly drifted off to sleep.

A weird sensation woke me from sleep as did the cry of the watchmen. "What's going on?" I queried sleepily, sitting up slowly.

"Stay where you are!" said Gandalf. "Draw no weapons! Wait! And it will pass you by!" (1)

"But what's it?" Almira whispered. Legolas shook his head slowly, reaching for his bow.

The mist thickened around us and I shivered. Deciding this was a bit too B horror movie for my tastes I moved closer to Legolas. It was impossible to see through the gloom, but one could hear whisperings, groaning, and a continuous rustling. The earth shook. Our company sat in wary silence for a long time until at last the dark shadow passed, vanishing between the mountain's arms.

"Well that was creepy. Do you feel like we get to say that a lot?" I asked, rather unfazed all things considered, of Almira who nodded mutely, eyes still wide in shock. Way too much weird shit had happened for me to be freaked out for too long.

No one slept for the rest of the night. However, it passed without incident save that the river suddenly awoke. At dawn, we continued. A heavy fog was settled on the ground about us, forcing us to go slowly along the highway. The mountains could dimly be seen on our left. We had passed into Nan Curunir, the Wizard's Vale, a sheltered valley open only to the South. I stared at what little of the ruined landscape I could make out about me. It was a graveyard of burned and hewn stumps of trees, the ground covered in brambles, weeds and thorns. Legolas was looking around angrily and I could only imagine what this must feel like for someone so attune to nature. It was not quite as hard for Almira and I since we had grown up in suburbia. We were used to a lack of wilderness and purposeful destruction. Not that such devastation was excusable to us, it was just less shocking. Although, Greenpeace members could probably identify with Legolas, I mused, and enjoyed the image of Legolas protesting by chaining himself to a tree for a minute.

After we had ridden for some miles, the highway turned into a wide, paved street designed with great care. A tall pillar loomed before us, crowned with a large stone that was carved and painted in the likeness of a long White Hand. Its finger pointed north. We were drawing closer to the gates of Isengard and the mists were as heavy as our hearts.

As we passed the pillar of the Hand, I realized that it was not painted white but looked to be stained with dried blood; its nails were red. "That is a mite too ominous for my tastes," Gimli muttered. Legolas nodded in agreement and I shuddered. When our company reached the gates of Isengard, we discovered that the doors had been destroyed and lay twisted on the ground. Scattered about were fragments of stone and it was obvious that they had come from what had once been a tunnel into Isengard. The plain beyond the ring-wall was flooded, all the roads were drowned, and debris floated to and fro. Orthanc appeared undamaged, pale water lapping at its feet.

Our company halted in surprise. Saruman had been overthrown and only two people saw it coming. That's right, me and Almira. I tried not to smirk since I did not want anybody getting nosy. But who could blame me for being happy that Saruman had got what was coming to him? I began looking for the Hobbits and smiled widely upon spying two small figures reclining on the rubble heap next to the archway into Isengard. Two figures that looked suspiciously Hobbit-like. Legolas looked to me with a hopeful question in his eyes and I gave a light nod and he broke into a large smile.

The figures seem to become aware of us as one of them stood, and I realized it was Merry. He gave a low bow, placing his hand upon his breast. Without acknowledging us, he focused on Éomer and the king. "Why that little," Gimli growled before switching into dwarfish.

"Welcome, my lords, to Isengard!" he said. "We are the doorwardens. Meriadoc, son of Saradoc is my name; and my companion, who, alas! Is overcome with weariness" –here he nudged Pippin with his foot-"is Peregrin, son of Paladin, of the House of Took. Far in the North is our home. The Lord Saruman is within; but at the moment he is closeted with one Wormtongue, or doubtless he would be here to welcome such honorable guests." (1)

"Doubtless he would!" laughed Gandalf. "And was it Saruman that ordered you to guard his damaged doors, and watch for the arrival of guests, when your attention could be spared from plate and bottle?" (1)

"No, good sir, the matter escaped him," answered Merry gravely. "He has been much occupied. Our orders came from Treebeard, who has taken over management of Isengard. He commanded me to welcome the Lord of Rohan with fitting words. I have done my best." (1)

"And what about your companions? What about Legolas and me?" cried Gimli, unable to contain himself any longer. "You rascals, you woolly-footed and wool-pated truants! A fine hunt you have led us! Two hundred leagues, through fen and forest, battle and death, to rescue you! And here we find you feasting and idling-and smoking! Smoking! Where did you come by the weed, you villains? Hammer and tongs! I am so torn between rage and joy, that if I do not burst, it will be a marvel!" (1)

"You speak for me, Gimli," Legolas laughed. "Though I would sooner learn how they came by the wine." (1)

"One thing you have not found in your hunting, and that's brighter wits," said Pippin, opening an eye. "Here you find us sitting on a field of victory, amid the plunder of armies, and you wonder how we came by a few well-earned comforts!" (1)

"Well-earned?" said Gimli. "I cannot believe that!" (1)

I soaked in the joy and relief of this meeting as Théoden inquired about the nature of Hobbits. Another what-if could be crossed off my list of concerns. I listened more closely when I heard Gandalf ask, "And is Orthanc then left unguarded?" (1)

"There is the water," said Merry. "But Quickbeam and some others are watching it. Not all those ports and pillars in the plain are of Saruman's planting. Quickbeam, I think, is by the rock, near the foot of the stair." (1)

"Yes, a tall grey Ent is there," Legolas said, his awe at such ancient creatures obvious, "but his arms are at his sides, and he stands as still as a door-tree." (1)

It was revealed Treebeard had left a message for the king and Gandalf to meet him at the northern wall. Gandalf and the King's company departed, but those of us who were in the Fellowship remained behind with the Hobbits. As soon as I dismounted, the Hobbits rushed to me and I dropped awkwardly to one knee and hugged them tightly. "We were quite worried about you, you know," Pippin stated.

"And I you," I replied simply. "But I had a feeling that parting with you at Fangorn would not be the end." I winked teasingly. They then greeted the rest of the Fellowship in turn and it was nice to have a little happiness after so much gloom.

"Well, well! The hunt is over, and we meet again at last, where none of us ever thought to come," said Aragorn. (2)

"And now that the great ones have gone to discuss high matters," Legolas said, "the hunters can perhaps learn the answers to their own small riddles. We tracked you as far as the forest, but there are still many things that I should like to know the truth of." They looked at me surprised. (2)

"It was not for me to reveal…and I can never be entirely certain. Besides, Hobbits can weave a good yarn," I finished. I smiled at their perplexed stares. "You tell a good tale," she amended bemused.

"Indeed," Almira said. "I would hear about your adventures from your own lips."

"And there is a great deal, too, that we want to know about you," said Merry. "We have learnt a few things through Treebeard, the Old Ent, but that is not nearly enough." (2)

"All in good time," Legolas said. "We were the hunters, and you should give an account of yourselves to us first." (2)

"Or second," said Gimli. "It would go better after a meal. I have a sore head; and it is past mid-day. You truants might make amends by finding us some of the plunder that you spoke of. Food and drink would pay off some of my score against you." (2)

"Then you shall have it," said Pippin. "Will you have it here, or in more comfort in what's left of Saruman's guard-house – over there under the arch? We had to picnic out here, so as to keep an eye on the road." (2)

"Less than an eye!" said Gimli. "But I will not go into any orc-house; nor touch Orcs' meat or anything that they have mauled." (2)

"We wouldn't ask you to," said Merry. "We have had enough of Orcs ourselves to last a life-time. (I snorted in agreement at this) But there were many other folk in Isengard. Saruman kept enough wisdom not to trust his Orcs. He had Men to guard his gates: some of his most faithful servants, I suppose. Anyway they were favored and got good provisions." (2)

"And pipe-weed?" asked Gimli. (2)

"No, I don't think so," Merry laughed. "But that is another story, which can wait until after lunch." (2)

"Well let us go and have lunch then!" said the Dwarf. (2)

The Hobbits led us to a storehouse of Saruman's and kindly served us what they could. Our meal with the Hobbits was a veritable feast of salted pork with bread and butter or honey. I admit I completely stuffed myself. Bread and water just don't cut it after awhile. Legolas was savoring a glass of wine and had given me a glance that clearly said "You're hopeless" when I grabbed a flagon of ale. Gimli, the Hobbits and Argorn began to smoke and Legolas crinkled his noise in disgust which I found kind of cute. Then nearly rolled my eyes at my hopelessly in love state. "Does that settle the score between us?" Pippin asked. (2)

"Settle it!" cried Gimli. "Most noble hobbit, it leaves me deep in your debt." (2)

"Well, I am going back into the open air, to see what the wind and sky are doing!" Legolas said. (2)

"We will come with you," said Aragorn. (2) We left the small room and settled outside on the rocks. Legolas inhaled the fresh air deeply and rather pointedly and Aragorn gave him a LOOK. But Legolas just hit him with wide eyes and an innocent smile.

We sat in silence for some time as they smoked. I watched the sky like Legolas steady who was singing softly to himself. Eventually he sat up, unable to keep quiet any longer. "Come now!" he said. "Time wears on, and the mists are blowing away, or would if you strange folk did not wreathe yourselves in smoke. What of the tale?" (2)

"Well, my tale begins with waking up in the dark and finding myself all strung-up in an orc-camp," said Pippin, and Merry took my hand as I shuddered. "Let me see, what is today?"

Aragorn informed him that it was the fifth of March in the Shire-reckoning and Pippin, expressing astonishment that only nine days had passed, started his tale of Boromir's last fight, the orc-march, and finally their time with the Ents. Many of our questions were answered as the afternoon wore on. When they had finished their tale and satisfied our curiosity, we entered Isengard.

Pausing on a heap of stones after exiting the ruined tunnel, we could see riders picking their way through the waste, drawing closer to Orthanc. "There is Gandalf, and Théoden and his men!" Legolas said. "Let us go and meet them!" (3)

"Walk warily!" said Merry. "There are loose slabs that may tilt up and throw you down into a pit, if you don't take care." (3)

We approached slowly, and the riders paused to wait for us. Gandalf rode forward once we reached them. "Well, Treebeard and I have had some interesting discussions, and made a few plans," he said; "and we have all had some much-needed rest. Now we must be going on again. I hope you companions have all rested, too, and refreshed yourselves?" (3)

Merry replied that we had, and Gimli expressed a wish to see Saruman. I ignored Gandalf's response as I pondered whether or not I desired to see our errant wizard and quickly came to the conclusion that I did not want to see the bastard responsible for my three days of Hell. We rode to the foot of Orthanc and dismounted.

"I will go up," said Gandalf. "I have been in Orthanc and I know my peril." (3)

"And I too will go up," said the king. "I am old, and fear no peril any more. I wish to speak with the enemy who has done me so much wrong. Éomer shall come with me, and see that my aged feet do not falter." (3)

"As you will," said Gandalf. "Aragorn shall come with me. Let the others await us at the foot of the stairs. They will hear and see enough, if there is anything to hear and see." (3)

"Nay!" said Gimli. "Legolas and I wish for a closer view. We alone here represent our kindreds. We also will come behind." (3) Legolas smiled bemusedly as Gimli basically volunteered him.

"Come then!" said Gandalf, and with that he climbed the steps, and Théoden went beside him. (3)

Legolas turned to look at me before following. "Go ahead," I stated. "I have no desire to see the bastard. The experiences of my captivity are still fresh. Besides, it is probably not wise to invite questions as to what two strange women are doing in such a company." He nodded his agreement, giving me a soft smile and stroking my cheek before proceeding up the stairs with Gimli.

Citations:

LOTR: The Two Towers, Book Three: Chapter 8-The Road to Isengard

LOTR: The Two Towers, Book Three: Chapter 9-Flotsam and Jetsam

LOTR: The Two Towers, Book Three: Chapter 10-The Voice of Saruman

Definitions:

Ellon/ellyn-male elf/male elves

Elleth/ellith-female elf/female elves