Chapter 9

The rest of the trip to Gondor doesn't go much better. I'm too tired and on edge to try teasing him anymore and I have another nightmare our last night out. It's only when Minas Tirith comes into view do I perk up.

Today I'm behind and I squeeze Legolas in excitement. One of his hands cover mine and he squeezes me back before returning to the reins. I fidget the rest of the short distance to the gates. We're let in and I search the crowds for a white beard. I don't know where Legolas is leading us, but Arod's hooves click on the stone as we go.

A white staff catches my attention and my heart skips in excitement. I let go of Legolas and gracelessly slide of Arod. I push through the people and propel myself at the old man. I almost barrel him over with my hug. He chuckles and brings his hand to my back.

"Ah my dear, it's nice to see you moving and well."

"It's good to see you again too Gandalf."

"Gandalf." Legolas says happily behind me.

"Legolas Greenleaf. How are you doing son?" I step back so they can clasp each other on the shoulder. We spend what's left of the daylight touring around the city while Gandalf shows and explains all the things they've been doing to rebuild since the wars of the ring.

I try not to let it, but eventually the dreams and memories and destruction still here become too much. We're sat in a tavern drinking and I motion for the server to bring me another. Legolas' brows knit in concern, but I ignore him so he goes back to talking with Gandalf. I look around in my own little world and drink while they talk. I think I hear them mention my name but I don't bother trying to figure out why.

Eventually Gandalf reminds us the way to our rooms, next to his, then he retires for the night. I order another, chasing the feelings from the party at the Shire while trying to outrun the memories of Sauron and Mordor. Turns out the fourth drink's a charm and a warm feeling bubbles up me and I giggle.

I lean back and smile up at the ceiling. Legolas catches me when I lean a little too far. He raises an amused eyebrow at me and I shrug back.

"May I escort you back to your chambers now?" He asks standing and holding out his hand to me. I take it and stand unsteadily. We walk back quietly through the stone city; he has a hand on my lower back the whole time. He opens my door and we step inside. He brushes some of my hair back behind my ear and his hand trails down my neck. My face flushes.

"You're too good at this game." I slur and pout.

"I was unaware we were playing a game."

"You seduce me without even trying so I was trying to return the favour." I say, some of my words blending together, even to my drunk ears.

"So that is what you were doing." He mutters quietly to himself. He's thoughtful for a moment before he looks back to me. Excitement and challenge flash through his eyes, mine widen and my face heats again.

"Losto vae." He chuckles and walks me to the bed. I don't bother fighting him or changing. It seems like too much work, so I just lay down and watch as he walks out.

Alone, the memories creep back in. I toss and turn for a while before throwing the blankets off me. I just need to move. I slip out my door quietly and walk the hall. I make sure not to go up or down any stairs in hopes of being able to make my way back to my room.

The walking helps and I feel like I might be able to sleep so I make my way back the direction I came. I trail my fingers along the cool smooth stone walls as I go. I'm almost back to my room when my wrist and hip are grabbed. Adrenaline shoots through me. I'm spun and my back is pushed against the wall. Legolas crowds me, trapping my hands above my head with one of his and pressing a leg between mine.

"Why are you wandering the city alone at night?" He whispers lowly in my ear. My body heats and a small whimper slips out. The fear I momentarily had dissipates and desire wars with anger. Anger wins out. I tug my hands downward and he contemplates before he lets me go and steps back. The fact that he's much stronger than me is something I'll have to appreciate later, when I'm not annoyed with him. I stomp as quietly as I can into my room. He follows and closes the door behind us. I turn to face him.

"Why would you do that." I say rather than actually question him. "You scared the shit out of me." I point at him. "Didn't anyone ever tell you it's rude to sneak up on people like that?" I poke him in the chest to try and emphasize my point.

He grabs my wrist and pulls me flush against him. My breathing hitches. Our hands are squished between us, and I have to look up to see his face. He wears a seductive smirk and it's disarming. The fight leaves my body, and his smirk turns amused. The fight reignites and I pull away.

"No. No, I'm mad at you." I turn and take a few steps away. He grips my sides and pulls me back to him.

"You are not truly angry with me." He whispers in my ear again. One of his hands slides around to my stomach while the other glides to a stop just below my chest; his thumb and index finger brushing against the underside of my breasts. "I can hear how hard your heart is pounding." Every rise and fall of my chest sends a tingle from where his fingertips lay to my nipples.

"Did I break you? Or perhaps you truly are angry with me." He says quietly, jokingly. I shake my head because he was right before. I'm not angry with him, I'm angry I let myself get snuck up on like that. He hums happily then removes his hand from my stomach to pull my hair over my shoulder. He places his mouth against the skin he just uncovered and breathes deeply. It's so close to a kiss but not quite. He exhales through his nose and the air flutters across my shoulder. I shiver and feel him smile against me.

"So why were you wandering?" He pulls back and spins me to face him.

"I couldn't sleep. When you left, I started thinking about…" I trail off and the mood sobers.

"Would you like me to stay with you?" He offers, all teasing intent gone, and I nod. He gives me a sad smile then leads us to the bed. The alcohol still running through my system causes me to stumble but Legolas, as always, catches me. He sits against the headboard, and I lay beside him. Like the other night, I roll to my side and cuddle up. I fall asleep to him playing with my hair.

Nothing. I wake to nothing. Of course there's the bed, and sunlight, and white stone walls, and birds chirping, and the pain in my head that I can't feel unless I focus on it, but I am nothing. I open my eyes and stare unseeingly.

My lungs fill with air that rushes back out my nose.

"Aurvae."

"Delilah?"

"Guren?" come on, pull it together.

"Morning." I mumble. Brilliant.

"Are you in pain?" Legolas rubs my back.

"No." I'm already exhausted again. The rubbing stops.

"Shall we attend the morning meal?"

"You go. 'm not hungry." Silence. Go so I don't have to try.

"Alright. I shall wake you again when Gandalf is ready to depart." I close my eyes then roll to my back so he's free to leave. He touches my face; my eyes stay closed. The door clicks.

Nothing.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Pressure.

Salt streams?

I drag my cheek on the blanket. Come on. Get it together. He doesn't need to come back to this. Not after the progress we've made.

A thumb wipes my cheek. Legolas' brow is furrowed. Dammit. I push myself up right.

"Sorry."

"Are you unwell?" I shrug. He checks over my face and body.

"Physically I'm fine." He pauses and studies me.

"A sickness of the mind?" I nod minutely. If that's how he understands it then find. I don't care to explain. At least not right now.

He sits on the edge of the bed facing me. His hands come up to my temples and he leans his forehead against mine. He goes blurry for a second as my eyes adjust, then I watch as he closes his eyes.

"Thuiana nin." I close my eyes and match his steady breathing. He grabs one of my hands and places it over his heart.

"I eliad annen annin, menno o nin na sen. Naim graw sen gwacaul." He chants quietly 2 or 3 times over. Each time I feel lighter, less trapped, more… things.

I feel the tickle of his breath on my face, the softness of the blanket on my lap, the warmth of his hands on my face, the pain in my head, and I hear the sound of people on the streets. I pull my hand back and he stops; opening his eyes and looking at me.

"What was that?" I ask.

"Do you feel better?" He ignores my question.

"Yes, I mean, it's not perfect but it's better. What did you do?" I try again.

"I helped balance your fëa."

"Like, some kind of magic?" I look at him skeptically.

"No. Though, it may appear that way to humans. Elves are very in tune with nature and spirit. I shared our energy; shared mine to replace yours."

"I feel better, lighter. Does that mean you…" He moves his hand down to cup my cheek.

"Aye, but do not worry. I am well." He reassures me. I don't want him to take those feelings from me if it means he has to experience them.

"Why?" He looks troubled at my question. He looks down and takes my hand in his.

"I was worried. Your fëa was deeply troubled. Pain like that… I was worried you would fade."

"Fade?"

"Extreme grief or pain like that can cause an elf to fade. I was worried you were experiencing too much." He thought I would die of it? I smile sadly at him and cup his cheek.

"Thank you." We study each other, lost in our own thoughts. "But I don't want you to do that again if it hurts you. I'll be okay, I'm use to it. It passes eventually and I won't fade because of it." He looks disturbed.

"You've experienced this before?" Alarm is evident in his voice. I nod.

"It's part of why I don't drink much at home. It makes my depression, er, sickness of the mind much worse. I even out eventually but I'd decided it wasn't worth it for a night of fun." He nods resolutely.

"I shall be mindful and supportive of this in the future." I breathe out a tiny giggle at his change of emotions. After a moment, I sigh.

"We should go. Gandalf is probably wondering where we are." He hesitates to search my face. "I'm still tired, but I promise I feel better than I did. And good enough to travel." He accepts my words and helps me up.

"How are you this morning dear?" Gandalf asks when we meet him by the horses. "We missed you at breakfast." Legolas places a hand on my lower back and I can feel his support.

"A bit of a headache but alright."

"Late night?" He pulls a teasing face. "I went to speak with Legolas but could not find him anywhere." Legolas and I in the hall and then in my bedroom flashes through my mind and heat creeps up my chest and neck.

"Sleep could not find us and we ended up talking." Legolas says saving me from having to answer. "We shan't waist the daylight." He gestures to Arod and Shadowfax.

Legolas hopes up behind me gracefully and we follow Gandalf out of the white stone city. About an hour into our travels my body starts to grow heavy again as the relief Legolas gave me earlier starts to fade away.

I know Legolas can sense it, and I'm pretty sure he wants to try and help but he doesn't want to do anything in front of Gandalf. He ends up settling for moving closer to me and tightening his arms around my sides.

The change in scenery helps. This portion of our journey we ride along the base of the mountains. The only drawback is that they put us in the shade often and that makes the air cooler.

Setting up camp in the evening is awkward. Before, Legolas and I were use to being close throughout the night, by choice or to help my nightmares, but with Gandalf here we try to keep a respectable distance. We've started staying up late until he falls asleep and then Legolas will sit at my back until just before first light when he'll move away before Gandalf wakes.

It takes us almost a week to get to the Glittering Caves. The afternoon of our arrival Gimli meets us at the entrance. I have a sneaking suspicion that Gandalf sent a messenger bird to let him know when we'd arrive. Either that or he'd have to have been coming back everyday to check for us.

"Lassie! It's good to see ya' again."

"It's good to see you too Gimli." I say fondly, bending down for a hug.

"Gimli, I am beginning to think you view me as little more than chopped lembas." Legolas dismounts and comes up beside us.

"Ah, of course not my friend. But your visage does not compare to the Glittering Caves as this one does." Legolas smirks good naturedly while I look away and blush at the complement. The guys chuckle and pull each other into one of those manly hug things where they slap each other on the back.

Gandalf and Gimli say their hello's then we bring the horses to a stable so they can rest. Once the horses are taken care of Gimli leads us back to the entrance and guides us like he's giving a tour. His pride and love for the place really shows through his enthusiasm.

I'm incredibly grateful for his guidance. Between all the possible pathways and tunnels, and my complete astonished distraction, I'd never find my way on my own. The cave system down here is amazing. Smooth bridges, stairs, and walkways lead in every direction. Crystals and ore sparkle from the smooth walls. It's almost like they're glowing. It really is a magical sight.

We take a bridge that crosses over the clearest water I've ever seen. I stop and place my hands on the stone wall meant to protect anyone from falling in. I lean over and stare down. Even the stone at the bottom is smooth and glittering. A hand on my back causes me to straighten up and I notice Gimli and Gandalf are a distance up the path. Legolas and I speed walk to catch up to them.

We drop our packs off in the rooms that have been prepared for us then follow Gimli to an open hall filled with wooden tables. We find an open one and sit to catch up. Gimli talks of the duties he has as Lord and some of the work he's doing for Gondor and Rohan. I tell him of our time with the hobbits and about getting to read the Baggin's stories. Occasionally dwarves will come introduce themselves and make small talk. There doesn't seem to be any animosity toward Legolas so I assume they either know of him or Gimli speaks fondly of him frequently.

"The feast is set for tomorrow night!" A dwarf with thick brown hair says to us excitedly. Gimli raises his axe to him in cheers and they knock them together jovially. I smile as he walks away. Everyone here is so cheery.

"If you guys don't mind, I think I'm going to turn in early. I want to be well rested for the feast tomorrow." I say and stand. All three stand with me.

"Of course lassie. Do you need help to your room?"

"Please."

"We'll wait here for you." Gandalf says. Gimli nods then starts toward where I'll be staying tonight.

We say a quick goodnight and then I am left alone. I try to sleep, I really do, but I can't find peace. With no way to see the sky I don't know how long I toss and turn. Eventually my door opens and Legolas slips in.

"Can't sleep either?" I ask quietly.

"Aye. As beautiful as the caves are, being so far underground leaves me unsettled." I move over on the bed and pat the spot next to me. Legolas joins me and sits against the headboard. He opens his arms and I scoot closer. I drape myself over him and his hand caresses my back. It's soothing and brings me the peace I was lacking earlier. I close my eyes and don't open them again until late morning.

The first thing I do when I come to is look up at Legolas. He's reclined, gaze unfocused. I now know this is how he sleeps when he's uncomfortable. One night when we were talking he'd said they can be closed but this was a habit he developed when not in his home to be able to stay prepared.

It's hard for me to keep track of time down here but I get the feeling we've slept in. I watch him but try not to make any changes. I know as soon as I move or breathe too deeply his rest will be over. At least he's resting semi-regularly now. As nervous as I am to visit his home, at least he'll be able to sleep without worry at night.

I sigh and realize a second too late that I was too loud. He blinks a few times and looks down to me. He smiles softly and I return it in kind.

"Good morning."

"I trust you slept well?" He asks. I nod.

"It seems you got some sleep too."

"I did."

"Should we get up? I feel like we've overslept." I say but don't move yet. He looks away and listens intently.

"We are not terribly late. Some are awake but the noise of yesterday is absent." I close my eyes at his words and enjoy our comfort for a few more moments.

I'm not sure where Gandalf has gone to and Gimli is needed for some kind of talk with a messenger from Rohan, so Legolas and I busy ourselves helping prepare for the feast tonight. We bring in a few more tables, and Legolas carries some barrels of alcohol in. I go help in the kitchen and try to make sure there's some fresh vegetables for him.

By the time set up is mostly done I'm tired but excited. We make our way back to our rooms to change and freshen up. The dwarves are much more laid back so I don't bother being formal and I throw on black leggings, a loose blue dress, and a cloak similar to the riding dress Arwen lent me all that time ago. Legolas is dressed mostly like normal but he's forgone his cloak, bracers, bow, and quiver.

The hall is buzzing with dwarves and energy when we get back. Legolas points to a table across the way and I catch a glimpse of Gimli's red hair. I follow closely behind as he leads the way through the crowd.

We take our seats just as plates piled with food get brought out. They're placed in the centre of the table buffet style and Gandalf and Gimli waste no time digging in. I glance at Legolas who is trying, and failing, to hide his appall at the sheer amount of meat being served. I hold back a giggle and place some food on my own plate.

I savour the blessing that is a full and cooked meal, with seasoning. There is an assortment of meats, a thick mushroom soup, soft warm rolls, and some cooked vegetables. My eyes are bigger than my stomach and I force myself to take it easy.

The feast is as grand as I'd imagined it'd be so far. Aside from the hall actually having tall grand ceilings and lost of space, the energy is intoxicating. Everyone chatters joyfully and animatedly. When we're finished eating and we've cleared all the plates, Gimli comes back to our table with four mugs.

"Time for the real fun to begin!" The mugs thud as he not so gently places them down. I look at them unsure.

"You need not partake if you wish to abstain." Legolas says quietly to me with a hand on my back.

"One should be alright. Besides, I don't want to offend anyone."

"No offense would be taken. Gimli only wishes for us to have fun." He assures. I nod but still take one of the mugs.

Legolas and Gimli do most of the talking, reminiscing on the quest of Bilbo. Upon hearing the hobbits name a few more dwarves join our group. A few Gimli introduce as Nori, Bofur, and Dwalin, who he says traveled with Bilbo on that quest.

"Aye, I recall my first encounter with you. Your father carried a pocket drawing." Legolas says thoughtfully. "I mistook you for a goblin mutant." His eyes shift to Gimli and he smirks. I gape at him, unaccustomed to the insults from him. Gimli stares at him impassively and I'm worried he's offended. Gimli starts laughing and Legolas joins in; I let out a breath I didn't know I'd been holding.

"Though, I must admit, in my dislike for your kind I may have merely attempted to get under your fathers' skin."

"That's alright my friend. My father returned the favour by regaling us with tales of how you lot live forever because you can't manage to get it right in a normal lifetime." Legolas looks dismayed at Gimli and the group bursts out into laughter. Legolas holds his tongue and shakes his head good naturedly.

I take the last sip of my drink and set the empty mug on the table. It's stronger than I expected and I'm feeling quite warm. I place my palms on the wood of the tabletop and stand.

"Excuse me a moment." They all stand, and I wave a hand at them. "Oh, that's not necessary."

I walk across the room and through an archway that leads to a balcony of sorts. I cross my arms and lean on the stone wall. It's quiet out here, the voices of the party fade into a muffled background noise. I feel Gimli join me but we both stay quiet.

"It really is beautiful down here." I finally say, admiring the crystals that reflect off the perfectly still water.

"Aye." We fall back into silence.

"I wish I had been there for him during the battle of 5 armies." I look at Gimli now. "Physically he was fine, he's a born warrior. But he later told me there was a lass once." Suddenly I feel uncomfortable. "Tauriel." This feels like something I should hear from Legolas himself. "He claims to have loved her but I don't believe that to be true. Cared deeply? Aye, but loved?" He shakes his head. I can't help it and I listen desperate for any piece of his past.

"He defied his father for her, on multiple occasions."

"What happened?" I ask.

"She ended up falling in love with Kili, another dwarf in Thorin and Bilbo's company." My brow furrows and I frown. "He was slain in the final battle and Tauriel faded. She chose to remain here for the rest of her days. She didn' want to go to the Undying Lands if there was no chance of meeting Kili again there."

"She died of a broken heart?"

"Aye lassie." Silence hangs between us again. "Give him time."

"What… I… that's not…" I sputter at him implication.

"I can see how you two dance around each other. He is one of my best friends. By now, I know him well." My mind races. "Legolas stayed and cared for Tauriel right 'till the very end. Witnessed what heartbreak had done to her. Aside from being a prince and a warrior, it's one of the reasons he's guarded with his feelings." He pauses again. "But he'll come around." He pats my hand and then walks back toward the grand hall.

I'm reeling. What am I supposed to do with all that. How do I go back in and act like Gimli didn't just drop a bomb on me. Legolas liked another girl? He's never even hinted at having experienced those kinds of feelings before. I take a deep breath and run a hand through my hair.

That's multiple people now saying he likes me. We're very close sure, but I don't think he likes me likes me. Am I not seeing the same things as others? He never specifically said he cares for me in that way. I should have stopped Gimli. That was Legolas' story to tell. Guilt gnaws at my insides.

After a moment of trying to compose myself, I make my way back inside and tell the table I'm going to lay down. I decline the offers for a guide back. Gimli gives me a concerned but understanding look. I give him a weak smile then take my leave. I get lost once, doing a loop, before heading in the opposite direction.

When I finally make it to my room, I change quickly and get into bed facing away from the door. I replay the story Gimli told me trying to sort through it, and my feelings, and Legolas' potential feelings. The door opening breaks my train of thought and I pretend to be asleep. The visitor leaves and I'm left to my thoughts again.

I don't get much sleep and the next morning isn't much better. I don't know how to be around him without letting him know I know this part of him. A part he clearly doesn't want me to know as he had plenty of time to tell me himself but chose not to. When he comes to collect me from hiding in my room to eat something at the evening meal, I have to say something.

"Legolas." He pauses his trek to my door and turns back to me. I sit on the edge of the bed and look at the floor. "Gimli told me about Tauriel. Last night." I look up at him. He looks like he's trying to make sense of what I just said. "He said it's part of the reason you're… guarded around me." He looks down at the floor with a frown then back to me, his eyes hard.

"That was not Gimli's story to tell." He says harshly. "Why did you continue listening to such a tale." I flinch.

"Would you ever have told me about it yourself if he hadn't?" I ignore his question and ask my own. I don't know if I'm asking about Tauriel, or his potential feelings for me, both I suppose. He stands, hand cupping the elbow of the hand that cups his chin and stares at me inscrutably. "I'll take that as a no." Again, he doesn't say anything.

"Don't I get a say in this?" I propel myself up. "You're just going to keep yourself hidden from me and not even give me the chance to choose?" My voice raises but I can't help myself.

"I am giving you the chance to choose." He finally speaks and takes a few quick steps towards me. I straighten and lean back. "To choose a normal human life."

"I don't want a normal human life!" I yell at him in frustration. "I want you." I say and gesture you him with both hands.

"You desire me, because you have not had experiences with the humans here."

The accusation hurts. To think he views my feelings so surface level and feeble. I search his face waiting for him to take it back. My chest rises and falls quickly, and my face pulls tight when he doesn't say anything else.

"So what was your plan then." My voice is quieter now but no kinder. "Take me around on your travels so you aren't lonely then leave me in a human kingdom somewhere?" I regret the words the moment they leave my mouth, but I can't make myself take them back. His flinch is tiny but I notice it.

"We both need time. I shall return in the morning in time for our departure for Greenwood." His shoulders drop. "Should you still wish to go." The hesitation in his voice makes him sound so young and uncertain and it hurts my heart. I nod. He closes the distance between us and he cups my cheek. We watch each other for a moment before he turns and leaves. My eyes burn and my throat tightens.

I'm not in the mood for dinner but it will look bad if we both do not show up. I school my features and make my way down to the hall. The others ask after Legolas, but I shrug.

"He said he needed to go above ground for a while." I give a semi-believable answer.

"Lad always did hate being underground." Gimli says adding to my excuse. I take my seat so we can all eat.

I don't see Legolas for the rest of the evening, and he doesn't come to my room tonight either. Of course, in his absence my nightmares return, and I only end up managing a few hours of restless sleep. A knock at my door surprises me but I call for Legolas to come in anyway.

"My dear, will you be ready to depart soon?" Gandalf's voice causes something to drop in my stomach.

"Yes. I was just about to get up." He nods and backs out, closing the door behind himself. I have no will to be sad or annoyed or mad so I settle for resigned. I can't change what was said so I'll just have to wait for whatever comes next.

I let myself give into the numbness in the solitude of my room while I dress and repack my bag. I basically move on autopilot. However, I pull myself together and put on a cheerful face just before stepping through my door.

I make it to the hall and the dwarf, Dwalin, leads me the rest of the way out. Legolas and Gandalf are strapping packs to the horses while Gimli stands to the side when we make it out. Legolas looks up at the sound of our shoes dragging through the grass. He comes over and silently takes my pack from Dwalin then returns to Arod. Alright. I plaster a smile on my face and turn to Gimli.

"It was great to see you again. Much too short of a visit though. We'll have to get together again soon." I insist, bending down to hug him. His long beard tickles the side of my face.

"Perhaps you can visit the Greenwood next." Legolas suggests. When I straighten back up he is standing behind me, slightly to my right.

"Aye laddie, send word and I will be there." Gimli initiates their 'man hug' then steps back. There's a strange tension and the three of us stand there awkwardly. Gandalf spares us and comes to stand at Legolas' side between him and Gimli.

"It is time for me to return to Gondor my friends." He says placing a hand on Legolas' shoulder. Legolas clasps his opposite shoulder, their goodbye to each other. They release and Legolas moves over to Arod.

Gimli and I don't hesitate to pull him into hugs. His arms tightly around my middle is so comforting and it briefly makes me miss the fatherly way Lord Elrond treated me.

"Do not fret my dear." He whispers in my ear. "All shall be as Eru intends." I pull back bewildered. His eyes flick briefly over to where Legolas is standing. Dumbstruck, my jaw falls open slightly. I give up searching for a response and groan instead. Am I the last one to know about me and Legolas? Gandalf shoots me an assume smirk.

He returns to Shadowfax leaving me and Gimli. He gives me a teasing smile and I give him a playful glare back. After a final goodbye I reluctantly make my way to Arod. Legolas politely helps me up and then leaps up behind me. We wait for Gandalf to go, then we head in the opposite direction.

Aside from telling me the trip to Greenwood will take just over a couple weeks Legolas doesn't say much; but then again neither do it. It seems like there's a giant hole in the ground between us and neither he nor I know how to cross it.

We're polite but we spend any time we're not on horseback walking on eggshells around each other. We're in some kind of limbo. I still set up camp and cook for us, and he still builds ad fire and sits by my back at night but we're both detached from what we're doing.

The first week or so carries on like this. My guilt and anger have slowly faded, and something I can't quite name creeps in in its place. It makes me fidgety, and itchy, and uncomfortable in my own skin. I can't shake the general feeling of wrongness If something doesn't change soon I'm going to lose my mind.

Notes:

Losto vae – sleep well

Aurvae – good morning

Thuiana nin – breathe with me

I eliad annen annin, menno o nin na sen – May the blessing that was given to me be sent from me to her

Naim graw sen gwacaul – may it be we bear this burden together

Fëa – soul/spirit