Kali and Aragorn sparred together, he using his sword, her with her two daggers that she had found in a Troll cave. Aragorn had examined them and he told her that they were Elvish blades, and that she should seek out Legolas' advice on how to wield them. But when she had shown Legolas, he had a shocked expression on his face that he just couldn't hide, his surprise was so great. When he asked where she got them he looked sad, then he had said that Aragorn could teach her just as well as he could and then he walked off. Kali knew he was shaken about something, but didn't press the matter, because often times when she was sad she just wanted to be alone. So she had gone back to Aragorn and started to practice with him. She was much more skillful with the two knives than the sword, and everyone was impressed by her progress. Boramir watched and cheered her on, her being here eased his fear of being in the elven city more than he ever thought she could. After their lesson she went to find the Hobbits, soon enough she found Sam. "And in the spring it was green… never a sight there was to be seen…"

"What are you doing?" she asked, startling him. He jumped and dropped his quill. He held a small book in one hand with lovely handwriting on it. Only, she couldn't read it, but it looked like poetry. "Poems?" Sam blushed and stammered,

"Only scribblings…" he said, bashful.

Kali smiled and sat down next to him; "Could you please read one to me?" He hesitated, and then began to read. It was about the Shire, so beautiful were his words that she could just picture the gentle breeze blowing through the grassy fields, the grand and tall party tree decorated with colorful lights, and Rosie. Kali remembered very little about Rosie from the book, but from the way Sam read about her she could tell he had feelings for her. "This Rosie of yours sounds like a wonderful girl."

Sam blushed, "She ain't mine, but yes," he blushed harder and held the book to his heart, "She is wonderful," Kali sat there next to him trying to imagine Rosie, but she didn't hear someone come up behind them,

"Could I speak with you?"

Kali had her turn to jump; if her heart were working it would have had an attack. She turned around and saw Legolas, who now had his emotions under control. She stood up, "Alright, bye Sam, your poem was lovely!" As they walked off Sam felt all warm inside for the first time since Gandalf died, Thank you…

Legolas stepped out of the city boundaries and into the woods, Kali hesitated, "Are we allowed to go out here?"

Legolas looked back at her, "Are you coming with me or not?" Kali nodded, and followed him through the trees with golden leaves, she gazed up in wonder as she walked, enchanted by the magnificence. She didn't notice the root that was in the way and tripped right over it; Legolas caught her before she had a face-plant in the ground. He helped her back up and checked to make sure she was alright,

"T-thanks!" she stammered, and a touch of color came to her cheeks as she tried to look anywhere but him. He nodded and continued walking, for a second, she actually thought her heart started beating. Eventually they came to a clearing with a soft grass floor and a tall canopy of golden leaves, there the elf stopped.

"You are probably wondering why I acted so strangely when I saw those knives this morning." Kali had to admit that she was curious,

"You shouldn't tell me anything if it makes you upset, alright?" He nodded and took a breath, preparing himself for what he was going to say.

"My mother was a strong warrior with great skill with the art of battle, she aided the race of Men in their greatest time of need two-thousand years ago…" his voice was clear but soft, Kali could hear the admiration and love he had had for his mother.

"Sauron called up an army, an army of the undead, and no one could kill them. Until one of my cousins found a way, but that secret was lost shortly after the battle was over. All of the dead were put to rest, save one."

Kali could tell that the story only got worse from here.

"And that woman tracked the elves that killed her comrades for days until she finally caught up with them. I was with them at the time and knew little of the world, being only five-hundred. She needed a way to get into the camp, and I had no one my age to talk to. So she preyed on me, being the gullible fool I was, I befriended her and thought her only human… but that night I saw her covered in blood and ripping the throats of my family I knew I had been tricked. And my mother that night… was killed." His voice almost choked with emotion, but he kept his face still, determined not to cry; because elves only cry around four people; themselves, their lover, their mother, or their father. He looked down, steeling himself for the rest, then he heard a soft sniffle; he looked up.

Kali was crying, tears just falling down her cheeks. She wiped some of them away with the back of her hand, "Sorry, p-please cont-tinue…" she sobbed, obviously trying not to cry, but failing.

Legolas was startled, he knew that humans just cried all the time and around anyone they pleased, but this felt different, like she was crying for him so he didn't have to. Watching her he had the desire to comfort her or start crying as well, but he just continued. "Those knives were my mother's, and that woman stole them and I never found them."

Kali took them off her belt, "You can have them back," she said, rubbing her sore eyes with the other hand.

Legolas took a step forward but didn't take his mother's weapons. "Keep them. She would have wanted you to have them."

Kali smiled waveringly, still a little teary. She put them back on her belt and looked up at him; then she hugged him, "Thank you," she said faintly. He didn't know what to do, heart beating; he tentatively put his arms around her. It felt…right, not at all like the cold embraces he would receive from his father, and not quite like the warm hugs he missed from his mother, but it was comforting. Kali stood there blushing, what did I do?! I haven't hugged anyone since I was five! Ever since my father died I scarcely interacted with people, much less hugged them! I just got carried away… But the truth was she liked it. Then they hear a crash and some cursing in dwarfish, a collective groan came from the other members of the Fellowship as they were, once again, caught by making too much noise. Aragorn grinned and stepped into the clearing, followed by The Hobbits, Boramir, and a very twig-covered Gimli. Legolas stepped away from Kali and raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms,

Gimli grunted and pulled a leaf from his beard, "Why were you getting all cuddly with the dead girl, elf?"

Aragorn couldn't contain his amusement, "Gimli was curious about where you wandered off to and when Sam said that you went into the woods with Kali we were somewhat skeptical. But everything was alright so there's no need to-"

Gimli cut him off, "I think there is something very wrong here, you forgot that I challenged you to a fight, elf!"

Legolas smirked and took an arrow out of his quiver and nocked it in his bow and aimed at Gimli, "Are you sure?"

Gimli paled, "On second thought, maybe later." Aragorn, Kali, Merry, and Pippin laughed. They all walked back to Lothlorien together and spent the day chatting and practicing. It was one of the last peaceful days of their short break from the quest.