Ada,
Today Tauriel and I decided that we needed to tell Thranduil about Gilwen.
We were standing on the balcony, staring at the waterfalls in the distance when I heard her sigh. I looked at her, wondering what could ever be the matter. "I suppose we have to tell Thranduil now, don't we?" She mused to herself. I took a deep breath, focusing on one of the waterfalls. "Yes, and especially because Legolas is joking about loving Gilwen. We can't have him think that Legolas is being serious." She smirked at that, most likely thinking of what he would say to his son.
"We can send Cevenor. He was trusted to tell Thranduil about the Fellowship of the Ring, and you cannot kill the messenger for the news he brings." Tauriel rolled her eyes. "Yes, but how are we going to explain in one letter?" "Don't worry, Meleth, I will work on that." She sighed again, walking inside and lying on the bed, her half-moon stomach a bump in her tunic. "I will call him tomorrow. You can work on the letter later, but first will you sing me that song?"
And I did.
Boe I'waen,
Lindir