The Community had to stay together during his stay, except for Elenwë who, as a former member of the Lorién and as a woman, had the right to an individual flat.
She entered the place that Galadriel had just shown her, and as soon as the Lady was out, Elenwë rushed to the bathroom.
"A bath!" She roared inside when she saw a basin filled with steaming water.
She hastily removed her clothes and entered the hot water.
She took advantage of the bath to remove the layers of dirt from her skin and to wash her long white hair.
Soothed by the heat that enveloped her, she fell asleep.
When she woke up, the water was almost cold.
She came out of the water, which had taken on a dubious hue, and roughly tied her hair up.
A light light bathrobe was waiting for her next to the bath and she put it on. Her clothes had disappeared, apparently taken away by some person.
She went into the next room and entered a beautiful room.
Next to the bed, a deep blue velvet dress was waiting for her there.
Next to the bed, a deep blue velvet dress was waiting for her there.
She grimaced. How long had it been since she had worn such an outfit?
She put on the dress with difficulty, not being able to tie it on her back.
She tried to do her hair but without success.
As she was about to give up, an elf entered the room.
-Mae Govannen, wen Elenwë, would you like some help?
-Thank you, I do, I can't do it at all.
The elf, named Anériel, did Elenwë's hair like this:
-Ah! she said, I have found it!
Elenwë felt strange, dressed like that, dressed in a dress, clean, with her headdress and this tiara on her head.
Elenwë felt odd, so dressed up, dressed in a dress, clean, with this tiara on her head.
She decided to walk around the town for a while before going back to the Community.
Suddenly, while walking, she recognised Frodo's slightly sad voice.
It came from below, and the young elf soon made out the hobbits, Aragorn, Gimli and Boromir who were standing there. They were listening to the lament of the Ring-bearer.
He said, in his slightly hesitant voice:
When the evening in the Shire was grey..,
His footsteps on the hill resounded,
With the dawn he went away
For a long journey without saying a word.
From Terre Sauvage to the West Bank,
By dragon dens and hidden door,
From the northern desert to the southern hillside
And through the dark woods he wandered at will.
Through dragon dens and hidden doorways,
With the Dwarf and the Hobbit, Elves and Men,
With mortals and immortals,
With the bird on the branch and the beast in its den,
In their own secret language he spoke
A mortal sword, a healing hand,
A curved back under his burden,
A trumpet voice, an ardent brandon,
A weary pilgrim on the road.
Lord of wisdom on his throne he sat,
Quick to anger, quick to laugh,
Old man with hunchbacked hat
Who leaned on a thorny stick.
He stood alone on the bridge
Defying Fire and Shadow together,
His stick on the stone was broken,
In Khazad-Dûm his wisdom perishes.
Elenwë felt her heart bleed with sadness and she leaned against the fence.
Tears shone in her eyes and she sighed.
-Who sighs like that?
Elenwë turned around and saw Thranduil's son in front of him.
He shuddered. A smile passed over his face, but soon disappeared.
-I did not recognise you, forgive me, Lady Elenwë.
-There is nothing to forgive, Legolas.
He hesitated a little and then he said:
-Lle naa vanima, Wen Elenwë (You are very beautiful, Lady Elenwë)
Elenwë appeared surprised and finally answered:
-Hannon le, Legolas, just call me Elenwë, like the others.
Legolas aquiesced and said:
-Did you know him well?
-I think he was one of my first and dearest friends. I will miss him. May Mandos be indulgent with him...
Legolas saw the tears in the corners of Elenwë's eyes and felt the distress of his friend deep inside him.
He approached her and opened his arms.
He had felt his need to be surrounded, and he had been right.
Elenwë huddled in his arms and Legolas smiled. The flowery scent of the young elf tickled his nostrils.
She clung to him, inspiring him to find serenity again.
-Hannon him, Legolas.
-I will miss him too, although I didn't know him as well as you do.
He had abandoned the "Lady". But so had everyone in the Community, and it was time to stop thinking of him only as his father's son.
She smiled at him and gently released herself from his embrace.
Legolas and Elenwë smiled at each other. Haldir arrived, accompanied by Aragorn, who had gone up to look for them.
The Dúnedain smiled frankly as he saw the two elves of the community together.
Haldir, Aragorn, Legolas and Elenwë talked until late at night.
Aragorn woke up and said he was going to bed.
Haldir also retired and Elenwë got up.
Legolas also got up and offered to take her home. She accepted.
They walked silently along the elaborate footbridges until they reached the door of the young elf's flats.
Legolas bowed slightly, took the elf's hand and kissed her.
-What a rest, Elenwë. (Rest well, Elenwë.)
-What a meal, Legolas.
He left, letting the young woman enter his room for the night.
Thanks to him she felt a little soothed and lay down in her bed a few minutes later, serene.
She had a thought for Mithrandir, another for Legolas and fell asleep.
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The Daughter of the Moon Volume I
FanfictionElenwë is an elf. Well... half an elf to be exact. She didn't always wonder who her parents were and where her special abilities came from. But more and more she wondered about her origin. Raised in Rivendell, by none other than Lord Elrond, she su...
