Title: She Had Castles in the Sky
By:  M.K. Donovan
Rated: G
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There was a young girl long ago
Who lived a peaceful life untold
She understood that love
Was everything

She had no rings on her fingers
She had diamonds in her eyes
She had no money to be reckoned with
She had love within her life
And I heard her singing

Wouldn't you say?
Wouldn't you say?
Wouldn't you say?
That life is beautiful

She sang of things that pleased her soul
She questioned life and made it known
She stored her knowledge deep inside
Her mind

She had no mansion on a hillside
She had castles in the sky
She had no gold for inheritance
She had time on her side
And I heard her singing

Wouldn't you say?
Would you say?
Wouldn't you say?

That life is beautiful…





Chapter One

Leannan stepped through the gates of Rivendell and was suddenly filled with an 
overwhelming sense of peace. Oh how her heart had missed this beloved place! She felt 
the loud sound of the glorious waterfalls pounding through her ears and into her heart; 
filling her with beautiful memories, memories that brought warmth to her soul and a glint 
of happiness into her lovely grey eyes. Ah, the days when she would sit by the river and 
daydream of things to come. She would let her imagination run as wild as the river in 
front of her. 
Leannan took a deep breath and filled her lungs with the sweet scent of the forest 
around her. Ah, the forest. She had explored them to her hearts content, pretending she 
was a graceful elf. 
Why couldn't she have been an elf, she always wondered? Why did she have to be 
a clumsy human? She had imagined many times of what it would have been like to be an 
elf. Life would have been much easier and saved her a lot of heartache. But Leannan 
wasn't going to let her thoughts stray too far into the past, though the pain of her heart 
was not as far away as she wished. It felt as if only yesterday. But alas, it had only been 
two years! If only it had been longer, perhaps now the ache of her heart would be less 
painful.
Leannan strolled towards a large set of granite steps that wound up into the 
lovely elvish buildings that decorated the forests surrounding her; she remembered 
seeing her traveling companions come this way.  She was anxious to hear of Frodo's fate. 
The journey to Rivendell after Frodo fled on Glorfindel's horse had been a hard one, for 
everyone's hearts were filled with worry and fear. Their close encounter with the 
Ringwraiths had left Leannan's heart pounding for quite some time afterwards. They 
were very fortunate that the Ringwraiths had not seen them hiding off the side of the 
road. Indeed, their evil hearts (if they had any) were set on the wounded little hobbit, 
Frodo. 
Leannan slowly ascended the majestic steps with her hand tightly on the rail. She 
was almost to the top when she nearly ran into Aragorn, also known as Strider.
" Ah, Aragorn, what is the news, my friend?" Leannan pleaded. She felt 
reassured when Aragorn's face showed no concern, but relief. 
" Frodo has been healed by Elrond. He is safe and asleep at the moment. The 
other hobbits are with him now. And more good news I bring! Gandalf the Grey is here!"
" In Rivendell?" Leannan asked in amazement and her gentle face filled with 
relief, just as Aragorn's had.
" Yes." Aragorn replied.
Leannan sighed. As the worry lifted off her shoulders, she began to feel her 
fatigue. "Please show me where I am to stay." She said. " I am very weary."
" I understand." said Aragorn, and he immediately led her to a chamber.
Leannan's eyes swept the room and took in the familiar sight. " Oh my old 
chamber!" She exclaimed excitedly. 
It would be a joy to sleep in her old bedchamber once again. It had been two long 
years since she had set foot in this room. And it was just as it had been! Her lovely 
dresses still hung in the wardrobe and her books and maps still piled on the ornate desk. 
Leannan noticed Aragorn was watching her as she took in her surroundings. His 
expression reflected her relief. He was very happy to be back in Rivendell. Though he 
had been here before in the last couple years. Whenever she learned that he was going to 
travel back to Rivendell, she made sure she had an excuse not to come, knowing that it 
would bring her pain. And indeed, she felt the pain of the past, but still the peace of 
Rivendell filled her and she had some comfort. 
" Thank you, dear friend." 
She called him " friend" though he had always been more of a father to her, since 
he had raised her from the time she had been a young child. Leannan did not know 
anything of her real family. Aragorn had found her alone alongside a road when she had 
been close to nine, or so they suspected. She had traveled with Aragorn until she was 
about sixteen, and then he brought her to Rivendell to be schooled by the Elves. Aragorn 
would come now and then to visit her over the years and by the time she was around 
twenty-two Leannan begged him to take her with him on his travels once again. And so 
he did, and Leannan has been his traveling companion for the past two years. Many were 
quite amazed that Aragorn was raising a child. One would think that a child would slow 
him down tremendously, but Leannan was well behaved and learned survival quickly, 
even though she was young in age.

" Leannan?" Aragorn questioned.
" I am sorry, Aragorn, I am getting lost in my memories. Thank you for bringing 
me here. I shall see you in the morning."
The ranger bid her farewell and left silently. 
After he was gone, Leannan slipped out of her filthy clothing and dressed in a 
lovely gown to sleep in. She felt very feminine, a feeling she hadn't felt for some time. 
As soon as she lay down on the soft bed, she was fast asleep, dreaming of elves 
and of running through the beautiful forest of Rivendell.
				~~~~~~~~~

	Leannan woke to the sound of glorious singing. Immediately her heart yearned to 
join them. For a couple moments, she lay in bed and listened contentedly. She 
remembered back to when she would sing with the elves. They had taught her many songs 
and she had even made up some of her own. Since she traveled much with Aragorn, she 
had learned many different songs from the many different places she had traveled. While 
she was on the road, Leannan carried her baroque little harp, which she sang to by the 
fire. The hobbits had definitely enjoyed that and Leannan was glad that the music had 
helped lighten their kind little hearts. 
	Leannan lifted herself out of bed and strolled to the balcony, admiring her 
environment once again. A breeze swept in and blew the skirts of her gown. She lifted her 
face to the heavens and felt the cool air upon her face. Leaves rattled and some blew into 
her hair, but Leannan did not bother removing them; she was too enchanted. She heard 
the laughter of tiny elf children as they played below the terrace. Their sweet giggles 
echoed up to Leannan's ears and she smiled. 
	Pulling herself away, Leannan moved about her room, running her fingers along 
her books on the desk and along the embellished stone walls. She moved over to her 
wardrobe and pulled out a dress. It would be lovely to wear a dress again; she was 
rather tired of her pants and tunic. The dress she chose was a soft greyish blue that 
looked lovely with her eyes. After she dressed, Leannan sat down in front of her mirror 
and brushed her hair. Usually she would braid it like she normally did, but today she left 
it down. Her golden brown tresses flowed down to her waist and it made her feel free and 
unfettered. 
	Leannan exited her chamber through a side door that had a long set of stone steps 
winding downwards. It made her feel like a royal queen descending a grand staircase 
and indeed she looked so with her hair blowing in the morning breeze and gown 
sweeping behind her as she took each step, her chin held high. 
	After she reached the bottom, Leannan strolled to the large House of Elrond in 
search of breakfast. She knew she had overslept and missed breakfast, but she hoped 
some of the servants would have mercy on her and give her a small something to tide her 
over till the next meal. Though Leannan wouldn't be surprised if she found the hobbits 
still enjoying their morning meal for they definitely loved to eat! 
	She stepped into the gigantic dining hall and was greeted by silence. The table 
was cleared and showed no sign of recent use. 
	She sighed, knowing she'd have to go hungry until the afternoon meal. Ah well, 
she'll just have to find something to do to keep her mind off her stomach. 
	She turned to leave, but stopped suddenly. 
	" Are you searching for something, Leannan?" A voice asked from across the 
dining hall.
	Leannan turned around and found Glorfindel curiously looking at her. 
" Yes, I'm afraid I've slept too late and missed the morning meal. I was hoping 
that I'd find someone still here, but I suppose I'll have to wait until this afternoon."
Glorfindel studied for her a moment with his clear blue eyes. " I may be able to 
find you something to eat. Would you care for that?" He asked.
Leannan restrained herself from sighing loudly with relief. She was very hungry. 
She had not eaten anything the night before. " I would love that. Thank you, Glorfindel."
He turned to leave and Leannan suspected that he wished for her to follow. She 
caught up with him on the other side of the hall, but he stopped her and said, " Do not 
follow me. Have a seat and I will find you food." With that he left the hall and Leannan 
took a seat at the long banquet table. She felt very small in such a large room that was 
used for holding hundreds of elves and different creatures. She sat in silence, fiddling 
with a fork that had been left. She began to wonder where Glorfindel had gone. Perhaps 
she was too much of a burden and he decided to leave her here. No, that was not like 
Glorfindel. He was a very amiable elf. Glorfindel in a way reminded her of...
Leannan gasped and quickly stopped her trail of thoughts.  She literally shook her 
head in frustration. This place was bringing back memories she wished to keep buried! 
They would bring on too much anguish. 
	Taking a deep breath, Leannan turned her thoughts once again upon her 
food that had not arrived. Where was Glorfindel? 
Just as she was losing hope and considering leaving, a large host of servants 
marched in with their arms filled with platters of delicious smelling food. 
Leannan breathed the scent and her mouth began to water. Oh they did not have 
to do this for her! One lone person! 
" You did not have to do this for me!" She cried to them.
" Of course we must! You, pen tithen, have not been with us in many years! We 
wish to take good care of you." Glorfindel replied from behind her.
She craned her neck to look up at him and gratefully smiled. " Thank you very 
much."
He bowed. " My pleasure, pen tithen." 
The elves had always called her " pen tithen" (Which means " Little One" when 
translated), since she had come to them as a young child and of course, she was merely a 
child in their eyes. 
Glorfindel slipped away with the servants and Leannan ate in silence, though she 
did not mind. It gave her time to think. 
She contemplated the events that had brought her to Rivendell. It was grave 
circumstances no doubt and poor Frodo having to bear them for so long. Thankfully now 
they were in Rivendell and Elrond and the council would decide the next course, 
removing the burden from Frodo. Leannan was still a bit confused herself for Aragorn 
had not told her all he knew, but she was assured that she would learn much at the 
council which was being held in a couple days, after Frodo recovered from his wound. 
Leannan sighed. Her heart went out to Frodo. He left his beloved home to carry 
The Ring all the way to Rivendell, constantly in danger of the Ringwraiths. And then 
Ringwraiths wounded him severely and he was nearly lost. He had carried such a heavy 
and dangerous burden and it did Leannan's heart good to know he was in Rivendell and 
would be soon be returning to his home with no more worries of the dreadful Ring. 
And the other dear hobbits that followed Frodo so loyally! Such dear creatures, 
hobbits, Leannan thought to herself. 
As if they could hear her thoughts, Sam, Pippin, and Merry suddenly bounced into 
the hall, shouting gleefully, " Leannan! There you are!"
" Good morning, hobbits." Leannan smiled warmly at them as they surrounded 
her at the table.
" We were worried about you. You were not at breakfast, but you have found 
something to eat! Good!" Merry said from Leannan's left side.
" We have been exploring Rivendell! What a lovely place!" Sam told her and then 
added, " And the elves, they are so majestic!"
" They are." Leannan replied.
There was silence for a moment before Leannan spoke again. " Have any of you 
seen Gandalf?" 
" We saw him last night, but this morning we have not. He was not at breakfast." 
Pippin replied.
" I believe I will go seek him out." Leannan told them. She was in great need of 
Gandalf's wise counsel; her heart was becoming troubled.
Leannan strolled out of the dining hall, leaving the hobbits chattering cheerfully. 
Leannan wandered the pathways without aim. She did not know where to find 
Gandalf. She should have asked the hobbits. 
" Well now, I suppose I shall have to wait until another time because I have no 
idea where to look for him." She said to herself.
" Him? Who are you looking for, pen tithen?" The voice of Grandalf boomed 
from behind her.
"In fact, Gandalf, I was looking for yourself and now I shall not have to worry 
about finding you, for you have come and found me!" Leannan smiled at him.
Gandalf held out his arm and Leannan linked hers with his. They strolled slowly 
down the lovely pathways of Rivendell.
" Your heart is troubled, pen tithen?" Gandalf asked.
Leannan sighed. " I'm afraid it is. I awoke with such peace, but now my heart is 
heavy within me."
Gandalf was silent for a moment and then said, " It is the past that troubles your 
heart so." He stated.
"Yes!" Leannan cried quietly, her voice etched with the suffering of her heart. 
" My dear young girl, I hate to bring grave words to such an innocent heart, but I 
am afraid that...." He paused and took a deep breath, " that the pain you feel now will 
only worsen, for the future holds many dark things."
Leannan sensed that he knew something she did not, but did not question because 
she knew he would not tell her. That was probably best, because her heart would not be 
able to take anymore. 
" Ah Gandalf, I fear my heart shall not be able to take more. The heartache I feel 
now is almost more than I can bear. This place, Rivendell, fills me with memories I wish 
to keep hidden away, forever."
Gandalf stopped and looked at the young woman at his side. Her young and 
delicate face so filled with grief.
	His face suddenly grew serious and his voice intense and powerful as he said, 
" Do not dwell on this! There are much more significant things to focus on; we are in 
dangerous times. " He paused and his eyes glared, almost fiercely, at her. " You must 
live on!"
	Leannan wisely contemplated his words. She pondered silently to herself. Gandalf 
was right, of course. The circumstances with the Ring needed her attention; she could not 
dwell on silly notions of her heart! She must be strong and keep composed. Like Gandalf 
said, they were in serious times and Leannan needed to keep her focus on whatever 
mission that was laid before her. 
" Thank you Gandalf. You speak much wisdom to me and have cleared my 
conscious. I will not allow the past to ruin the present time or the future."
Gandalf did not say anymore to her, and they both walked back silently. 
When they reached the spot where they had found each other, they both went their 
separate ways.
Leannan was not hungry for the middle-day meal and returned to her chamber to 
sit on her terrace and think. 
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	Several days passed and Leannan spent most of them in splendor. She spent her 
days visiting with friends she had not seen in years and her evenings with music and 
dancing. It was a joyous time and Leannan was so happy to be once again in the place 
she had always thought of as home.
	
	One morning, while Leannan was at her desk studying some maps, she looked up 
and found the most elegant elf standing in the doorway. Her face reflected a pure light 
and her beauty was beyond words. 
" Leannan." The rich, melodious voice called from the doorway of the chamber.
	" Lady Arwen." Leannan stood and walked over as Arwen took her hands in her 
own.
	Arwen's divine and angelic face showed affection. She had loved the young girl, 
Leannan, dearly since the first time she had come to the elves. 
	" I have thought of you often." 
	" And I have of you. Tell me, how do you fare?" Leannan asked the elf.
	" I have been faring well. Come with me and we shall talk. It has been too long 
since we have last seen each other. You must tell me of your travels with Aragorn."
	Arwen led her from the chamber and outside where they sat on a bench beneath a 
trellis of flowers. It was a lovely spot and Leannan found herself fascinated with the way 
the petals fell into their hair like snow. 
	" Ah Arwen, it is wonderful to see you again." Leannan breathed after a moment 
of silence.
	" I feel the same. I have missed your joyfulness and unique imagination."
	Leannan grinned. " And I have missed seeing your kind face and hearing your 
silvery voice."
	A thoughtful expression, almost serious, came upon her tender face and Leannan 
asked very softly, " Tell me, has he come to Rivendell since I left?"
	" No, but Leannan do not allow yourself to think of this. Let us talk about other 
things." 
	" I am sorry, Arwen. It has been on my mind lately."
	Arwen's face reflected her compassionate heart. " I am sure it has, but do not let 
it trouble you. It is in the past."
	" Both you and Gandalf have spoken similar words to me. And if two wise friends 
speak the same thing, then I must heed it."
	Arwen did not reply to that, but instead said, " Tell me of your travels."
	Leannan's face lightened a bit. " My travels have been very eventful!" 
	" So it seems."
	" It would take me a lifetime to tell you all about them, but I will tell you of the 
latest events because they are the most important."
	Arwen nodded for her to continue and listened attentively, knowing it would help 
the young woman to talk.
	" Well, Aragorn was very persistent on getting to Bree, so we traveled there and 
came to the Inn of the Prancing Pony. He did not tell me his reasons for coming there 
until we arrived. I knew about The Ring...." Leannan stopped as if she had spoken a 
cursed word and then took a breath and continued. " But I did not know that our coming 
to Bree was linked with it; I found out soon enough after sitting at a table nearby and 
watching the hobbits entertain the folk at the Inn. For after Frodo sang a silly song and 
did a dance upon a table, he disappeared! He had fallen and somehow the ring came 
upon his finger. Aragorn was not happy about that. Later that evening, Aragorn spoke 
with Frodo and the landlord brought a letter from Gandalf. Aragorn had instructed me to 
be silent while he spoke with the hobbits and it was torture for me." She chuckled and 
continued on. " Though I said a couple words when they inquired about who I was. They 
did not know to trust me, because I was not mentioned in the letter. After the hobbits were 
somewhat convinced that Aragorn was the one whom Gandalf had spoken of, Merry, 
came into the room and exclaimed that he had seen one of the Ringwraiths. False bodies 
were made in the hobbit's original beds and we waited in the parlor. Much later into the 
night we fled Bree and began our journey to Rivendell. We traveled for many days and 
then we reached Weathertop. Aragorn and I built a fire and we prepared a meal. 
Aragorn sang the tale of Tinuviel to the hobbits; I joined in once or twice."
	Arwen's face became unreadable at the mention of Tinuviel. Leannan studied her 
for a moment, but was unable to interpret the expression on the noble face of the elf that 
sat next to her, listening attentively. After a moment of silence and of collecting her 
thoughts once again, Leannan continued telling her brief tale of the events, which had 
taken place before she came to Rivendell.
 	"After awhile, Sam reported that he felt evilness about. And then we realized that 
our enemy had caught up with us! They attacked us and Frodo, without thinking, put on 
the ring! The evil knife of one of the Ringwraiths stabbed him somehow; we all feared he 
was dead, but thankfully he still lived. 
" Aragorn was puzzled by the Ringwraiths sudden disappearance, but we spent 
no time trying to put the puzzle together because Frodo was wounded badly and we 
needed to get him to Rivendell. For several days we traveled with Frodo, who was slowly 
slipping away from us. We finally reached the Last Bridge and later on we came upon 
Glorfindel, who was a great help to us. When the Ringwraiths drew near, he put Frodo 
on his grand horse and sent him off in the direction of Rivendell. The rest of us waited 
alongside the road until the Riders had passed and then we continued on. And here we 
are, my friend! We have made it to Rivendell and Frodo is recovering! What blessings we 
have been given, I am very grateful!"
Leannan stopped talking and took a couple deep breaths. She was greatly worn 
out and that was not even near the entire tale. She had given but a brief list of the 
happenings.
Arwen smiled at the young woman. " You have had many adventures." 
Leannan nodded. " And I am afraid I have rambled on too much. You must be 
dreadfully tired of hearing me speak. And to think that was nothing at all! Much more 
has happened, but like I said, it would take me a lifetime to tell them to you."
" I am not tired. It was good for you to talk, Leannan, young one." Arwen patted 
Leannan's hand.
Leannan felt assured that she had not been a bother to Arwen. It had felt good for 
her to talk. She had no one to speak with anyway. 
She sighed and felt an ache in her heart. 
Arwen, sensing that Leannan needed sometime to be alone, stood and said, "Well, 
my friend, I shall leave you now. It has been a pleasure listening to you. I am here for you 
always, remember that."
And after the two had embraced, Leannan watched the graceful elf stroll away. 
She felt a tug at her heart, feeling almost like she was watching a wise friend walk out of 
her life. 
Leannan sighed heavily and took herself on a long walk. Spending a great deal of 
time by the riverside, she watched its silvery waters and listened as it whispered sweet 
and bitter words to her. Reminding her of her past, of the blissful and sorrowful times she 
had spent near its shore. She closed her eyes captivated with the sound and swayed with 
the wind that swirled around her, it too whispering of the past. She felt as if she was 
caught in another world, one that was both joyful and mournful. 
Unable to move herself away from the silent murmurs that plagued her heart, 
Leannan dropped to her knees and wept from the very depths of her soul.
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Chapter Two

	Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood, galloped through the gates of Rivendell on his 
regal and imperial looking steed. He dismounted gracefully, but as soon as his nimble 
feet touched the earth, he froze as if he had stepped upon sacred ground. And indeed, the 
ground to him held a hushed holiness.
	His adept eyes filled with a masked sadness as he gazed at the glorious city before 
him. His eyes had seen many beautiful things in his lifetime, and Rivendell was, no doubt, 
the most brilliant. 
The cool autumn breeze rustled the leaves on the ground and all about him they 
swirled in the air and fell from the trees like snow. There was nothing but the sound of 
the wind, just a peaceful and divine silence.  
He shut his eyes and breathed in the enchantment of his surroundings.

Then suddenly, in the silence, a voice echoed throughout the forests of Rivendell. 
It floated upon the wind and its beauty surpassed even the nightingale. The voice, clear 
and sweet, haunted him. Though it was gentle and in the distance, the sound pounded 
Legolas's heart with a force like none other; piercing him like not even the sharpest 
sword ever could. 
	As he stood frozen in reverence, his heart wrenched with pain beyond words. He 
was enraptured by the melodious voice, unable to move. He ached with regret and 
sorrow. He never should have come!  A mistake! He felt like a deer caught in the aim of a 
deadly arrow and could not escape! 
	His brow furrowed and his eyes full of suffering, Legolas began to follow the 
voice that plagued his heart. It called to him, beckoning him to follow. The voice was 
etched with the same suffering and pain Legolas felt. It was the other half of his heart 
calling to him.
	Unable to resist, Legolas journeyed through the pathways of Rivendell as if 
caught in a dream. He sauntered towards the sound with a sense of dread of what may 
lay ahead, but also with determination to discover the source of the majestic voice, that 
broke his heart so.
	He crossed over a bridge and found himself in front of a grand building. The 
singing echoed from the dome-roofed temple and Legolas felt his heart pounding in his 
chest. His heart knew that voice.
	He wandered closer without a sound and stepped through an archway. 
A large set of stone steps led down into a circular hall. The granite walls and 
pillars were embellished with elvish carvings. 
He stared down into the gigantic hall and in the center sat an exquisite young 
woman. Her small hands moved gracefully along the strings of an ornate harp. Her back 
was turned from Legolas and he could not see her face, but her long, golden brown hair 
blew in the breeze that swept into the open building and her voice sailed among the holy 
atmosphere of the temple. 
Legolas moved gently behind a pillar at the top of the staircase so that he was 
unseen. Then he peered out from behind it and her face was in full view. 
He felt his heart cry in agony as he whispered inaudibly, " Nin firieth..."
As she sang the mournful song, her face reflected the pain and anguish of 
Legolas's own heart. 
He shut his eyes slowly, but her astounding voice still reached his ears. She was 
so beautiful it made his heart ache. Her face was angelic and pure; she radiated 
innocence and grace, yet her eyes displayed wisdom that was rare in one so young. And 
her voice! A voice so divine and celestial, yet also sweet and innocent.
Ah, the times when that voice had sang to him beautiful words. Their voices had 
united together in harmony, just as their hearts had. And now, the voice that had once 
sang to him and the heart that had once been a part of his, was now filled with grief and 
torment.
He watched her, utterly captivated, as she sang:

	I can't breathe
	It's agony
	Wondering where you are

	Picture me on my knees
	Have you run too far?
	
	Can you hear?
	Can you hear the sound of my heart break
	With each step you take
	Can you feel?
	Can you feel me when I say?

	Please come back to me
	I await the day when I prepare a feast
	And I embrace you running to me

All I am
All I have
Is yours to find

I can hear
I can hear the sound of footsteps pounding
Regret resounding
I believe
I believe the hour is near

What would you give for a ransomed heart?
Would it cost too much?

You'll be running, you'll be running back to me…

	

	Legolas fought the urge to run down to her! Oh his heart yearned to sing with 
hers once again! 
	Unable to stay any longer without revealing himself, Legolas fled noiselessly from 
the temple. 
	When he returned to his abandoned horse, his face was masked and unemotional. 
None would guess the storm that raged inside of him. 
~~~~~~~

	Legolas sat upon a stone near the riverside and pondered the day's painful 
events. He knew he should not have come, but one did not have a choice when summoned 
by Elrond.  He did not know that Leannan would be in Rivendell. If he had, Legolas 
would have made every effort possible to not come. Just the thought of returning to 
Rivendell without Leannan being there had been disturbing to him. He had known it 
would bring back intense memories. He had spent many nights back in Mirkwood 
preparing himself for the pain he would feel when he returned, but he had not prepared 
himself for seeing Leannan again. 
	Legolas shifted upon the rock and gazed out at the darkening sky. He saw the 
bright lights in the house of Elrond, but did not go to join the feasting. Leannan would be 
there. He did not want her to know that he was in Rivendell. 
	A sigh escaped his lips. What a terrible dilemma he was in! What was he to do 
now? 
	His heart ached. He longed to see Leannan, but did not wish to bring any more 
grief than she already felt. He knew that she must be in agony already. 
	The sky was completely dark and the river looked mysterious and cold. The 
forests were silent except for the sound of the wind blowing through the trees and leaves 
rustling.  
	Legolas shuddered as the cold darkness crept around him and clenched at his 
heart. 	The silence was both irksome and tranquil. The wind whistled in his ear and a 
shiver ran through him as he felt the whispers deep in his soul, all around him. The wind, 
it told of his beautiful and sorrowful past. The trees, they mocked him, and the mysterious 
waters accused him. Ah, why did they torment him so!
	Overwhelmed, Legolas hopped up from the stone and ran swiftly into the forest 
behind him. He ran deep into the wood, but found no escape from the hushed tones that 
haunted him.
	Once again, he felt trapped and unable to escape. Regrets filled his mind. He 
repeatedly asked himself why he had come and admonished himself for being so foolish. 
	His heart full of suffering, Legolas came upon a clearing in the forest. He halted 
and took several deep breaths, trying to control the turmoil inside of him. But he could 
not stand the silence, the trees gawked at him with mocking eyes and the wind carried 
distressing memories. 
	He dropped to his knees and the wind whisked his wheat colored hair in all 
directions. His crystal eyes betrayed his pain and anguish.
	Legolas lifted his face to the heavens and cried out from the very depths of his 
aching heart. A cry that was so distressing it would pierce the heart of any soul listening. 
A cry so etched with torment that it silenced even the wind.
 	" Leannan...perin o guren!" 
	
A deathly silence followed. Nothing could be heard but the sound of his voice 
echoing throughout the dark forest. 
	Legolas dropped his face into his hands, still kneeling in the moonlight, and the 
forest stood still in reverence as the brokenhearted elf wept.
					~~~~~~~

	
	The moonlight reflected off the silvery waters and its shimmering light glowed 
upon the divine face of Lady Arwen, daughter of Elrond.		
	Aragorn felt his breath leave him at her beauty. She reflected a sparkling light 
that was so pure and noble it made his heart ache. Her eyes bore into him and burned his 
soul. 
	" Luthien..." He heard himself whisper. 
	She made no reply, just gazed at him with her penetrating eyes as they strolled 
along a path that wound up into a hillside that overlooked the eminent city of Rivendell. 
A stream that flowed from the grand river trickled below them as they stood upon a 
bridge. 
	"Aragorn..." She finally spoke and caused his heart to leap with joy at the 
splendor of her harmonious voice.
	He was unable to speak, unable to break the holy spell. 
	She gazed up at him and spoke once more, " Aragorn, there is something you 
must know."
	" What is it?" Came the inaudible whisper.
	At the look on Arwen's face, Aragorn immediately snapped out of his dreaming 
and asked again, now with more practicality, " What is it, Arwen?"
	Arwen tore her eyes away from his and looked down at their entwined hands. 
Aragorn tried to wait patiently while she chose her words, but her behavior disturbed 
him greatly.
	" Arwen, something is on your heart. Tell me." He quietly begged. 
	She lifted her eyes to meet his and spoke with a deep sadness. " You should have 
known long ago, my friend."
	She paused and Aragorn waited in anticipation. 
	" She did not want you to know. The grief was still fresh for her, even now, and 
she did not want to trouble you with the bothers of her beautiful heart."
	Frowning, Aragorn did not question, but let Arwen continue with whatever it was 
that concerned her heart.
	" I should not tell you this, but you must know."
	" What must I know, Arwen, who is this that you speak of?" Aragorn asked 
finally, somewhat perturbed.
	" I speak of Leannan." 
	Aragorn blinked in surprise. " Surely not?"
	Arwen nodded. " I'm afraid so."
	Aragorn face was full of confusion and his brow furrowed. " I do not understand. 
What is this grief you speak of that has troubled my beloved Leannan?" 
	Arwen took a deep breath and assured herself that she was doing the best thing. 
" You know Legolas Greenleaf of Mirkwood?" She asked.
" Yes, of course."
Aragorn knew the prince because he had spent some time in Mirkwood after the 
capture of Gollum, who was now being held in Mirkwood. But he did not understand why 
Arwen would mention the elf because Leannan had refused to travel with him and would 
not know who Legolas was.
" Leannan has never met Legolas, why would you mention him?" Aragorn 
questioned.
" Oh but she does know him, Aragorn." Arwen whispered mournfully.
Aragorn fell silent and his expression was of bewilderment. After giving him a 
moment of silence, Arwen began the sorrowful tale of Aragorn's dear Leannan.
" Over two years ago, an imperial elf fell in love with a beautiful maiden. She lit 
a fire of passion in the heart of the elf; she was like a rainbow, filling every moment with 
color. He was a solid cornerstone in her life, calming her radiant soul and filling her 
with peace. He was utterly captivated by her and she with him. Their voices would make 
music together in brilliant harmony, a beautiful sound known throughout all Rivendell. 
But during the entire splendor, the young maiden realized a dreadful thing. Their love, as 
beautiful as it was, could never be. It was a distressing fact never spoken aloud by a soul. 
The two lovers could never live together in the harmony they had, for the lovely maiden 
was but a mortal. The elf insisted that he cared not of her mortality and swore his heart 
to her, but the young woman would not allow it, it just could not be. And so, the voice of 
the lovers was silenced and the doleful tale was kept secret, only whispered behind closed 
doors. The brokenhearted prince fled from Rivendell never once accusing his beloved, he 
merely left in silence, without a word. Unable to bear the blissful memories that haunted 
her, the young woman, also, fled Rivendell and took up traveling with a ranger. And now, 
after so much heartache and pain...both have returned...and both will face their hurtful 
past."
Speechless, Aragorn followed the sorrowful gaze of Arwen and there, below them 
in the moonlight, sat Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood, on the terrace of Leannan's chamber. 
His face, so full of agony, rested upon the peaceful and angelic face of Leannan as she 
slept in her bed. Her soft hair was feathered upon her pillow and she looked so tranquil, 
unlike Legolas who sat upon the terrace with his arm rested upon one knee and a far 
away look in his eyes as he watched his beloved. 

" Why did she never tell me?" Aragorn asked, his heart hurting. Leannan was 
nearly his daughter, and she did not even tell him! Two years! And he never knew. 
Aragorn groaned. Two years and he never even guessed the pain she had been 
feeling. No wonder she had refused so adamantly when he begged her to come with him 
to Mirkwood. Many nights Aragorn had wondered at the mournful tunes she had sang by 
the fire, many nights Aragorn had wondered at the aching loneliness in her beautiful 
voice. She had been incomplete, and he had never known.
" Oh my dear beloved Leannan." Aragorn whispered ruefully and turned his gaze 
away from the aggrieved elf sitting in the pale moonlight. 
~~~~~~
	

" Leannan! Leannan!" Came the excited voices of two hobbits as they pounded 
on Leannan's chamber door.
	Leannan squinted at the bright sunlight as she heard the racket outside 
her door. She lifted herself out of the bed and slipped into her silk dressing gown. She 
swiftly unlocked the door and was greeted by the grinning faces of Merry and Pippin. 
They were nearly dancing for joy before her eyes, their mops of curly hair flying in all 
directions.
" Good morning, hobbits! Why so cheerful?" Leannan smiled warmly at them 
and motioned for them to come into the room.
" Leannan! Frodo has awakened!" Pippin cried and clapped his hands.
" Lovely! When shall we see him?" Leannan asked.
" Whenever you are ready. All three of us will go to see him." Merry informed 
her.
" Well then wait outside my door while I dress. I will only be a moment." 
Leannan waved Merry and Pippin out of her bedchamber, instructing them to stay put 
until she finished.
She silently told herself to get ready quickly because the hobbits wouldn't wait 
long for her, they were eager to see their dear friend, Frodo.
It was a bit more than a moment when the door opened and Leannan found the 
hobbits gone. She looked down the hall, but there was no sight of them.
" Hmm…where did they run off to?" She wondered aloud.
Leannan gave a laugh, suspecting they had been too impatient, and shut the door 
behind her.
She made her way down the open hall that led her to an arched walkway exposed 
to the beautiful fresh air. The sun was shining brightly and she lifted her hand up to her 
forehead to block the light. What a cheerful day!  She placed her hands on the vine 
covered siding of the bridge and leaned over to look. Below her, walking swiftly on a 
pathway, was Glorfindel. His flaxen hair blew in the warm breeze and he seemed deep in 
thought as he strided confidently along the trail.

Feeling bold, Leannan called down from her perch, " Beautiful day, is it not?"
Glorfindel stopped abruptly and looked up. He shielded his eyes from the sun 
also, and Leannan noticed a small smile on his face as he gazed up at the exquisite 
maiden nearly hanging from the bridge above him.
" Beautiful, indeed, but Leannan, pen tithen, step back before you fall off." The 
elf replied dryly.
Leannan grinned roguishly. " But if I fall, I have a noble elf to catch me. Most 
ladies would be delighted to fall into the arms of such an admirable elf." She teased.
Glorfindel chuckled. " You flatter me, Leannan, but I have no wish to catch you, 
or any other lady at that. And who knows, this admirable elf you speak of could always 
miss!"
" Well then, with that possibility, I shall not lean too far."
Leannan smiled and stepped away from the edge of the bridge. " Good day, 
Glorfindel. I hope you have no need to catch any falling ladies on this beautiful day."
A laugh echoed up to the bridge and Glorfindel called. " Farewell Leannan!"
Leannan hummed softly to herself as she promenaded down the paths, stopping 
occasionally to observe her surroundings and ponder her circumstances. 
If Frodo was awake and on the road to healing, then that would mean the secret 
council would be held possibly very soon. Leannan was anxious to learn what she did not 
know, but the thought of attending Elrond's council worried her a bit. Many important 
people would be there. Leannan was merely an orphaned human with no importance at 
all, why must she attend? She supposed it was because she was considered Aragorn's 
daughter and companion. Whatever course Aragorn was sent on, Leannan would follow. 
That was probably why she was to sit in on the council. Aragorn had instructed her to 
keep silent; she had a tendency to always voice her opinions and cause a riot. Leannan 
suspected she would not be able to obey Aragorn no matter how hard she tried.

" Ah, Leannan, there you are!"
Leannan stepped into Frodo's chamber and replied to Gandalf, " That I am, just 
barely. Two hobbits forgot about me and left me to navigate myself. " She looked 
accusingly over at Merry and Pippin who cowered from Frodo's bedside.
Leannan noticed Frodo and was quickly by his side. " Ah my hobbit friend, how 
do you feel now? Better I pray!"
Frodo smiled reassuringly from his sitting position in the bed; Leannan was glad 
to notice some color in the hobbit's cheeks. " I am much better, Leannan. I have been 
blessed, indeed."
" Indeed you have. It does my heart good to see you well." 
Gandalf boomed from the foot of the bed, " Very good! Thanks to Elrond."
Leannan nodded at Gandalf's comment. Yes, definitely thanks to the healing hand 
of Elrond. 
" Frodo, when shall you leave your bed?" Asked Merry. " I am dying to show you 
this splendid place!"
" Hopefully very soon, Merry. In fact, I feel strong enough to get up now, but I 
should wait still."
Leannan patted Frodo hand. " You need your rest. You aren't fully healed yet. In 
good time, hobbit."
Frodo thought it interesting how Leannan called him "Hobbit" as if she was 
calling him a name.  He wasn't sure why, but he rather liked it. During their trip to 
Rivendell, Frodo had come to love the lady Leannan. She was very enthusiastic and 
joyful, but Frodo had discovered a masked sadness in her eyes and voice that she 
revealed in the evenings when she sang to them. He did not believe the others noticed it, 
but he had and was curious. When he had first seen her in Bree, he had been terribly 
cautious for she had looked dangerous. Though she was very gentle and kind-hearted, a 
stranger would never know by her outward appearance. Frodo supposed that since she'd 
spent most of her years with the ranger, she had been well trained and accustomed to 
harsh surroundings. But she had also spent several years with the elves, and that, Frodo 
suspected, was where she gained her gentleness and grace. 
Frodo sighed. 
" Have we exhausted you, hobbit?" Leannan asked.
Exhausted? Frodo hadn't even realized that they had been prattling away all the 
while he'd been contemplating the lady Leannan.
" No, I am not weary at all. I was just thinking about something." He said after a 
moment of hesitation.
" Care to share?" Pippin asked expectantly, causing the others to chuckle a bit.
" Not really, Pip, but I am curious about something. Leannan, if you don't mind, I 
have a question."
Leannan leaned forward. " What is it, hobbit?"
" I hope this is not something I shouldn't speak of, but I am curious as to how you 
came under the care of Strider."
" Do not worry, I do not mind speaking of my past..." She paused for a moment, a 
far away look in her eyes, and Frodo wondered if he had brought up a subject that should 
be left buried.
Leannan pulled herself back to the present and buried her hurtful past deep in her 
heart.
" Aragorn, whom you call Strider, found me alongside a deserted road. I do not 
know who my parents were or what came of them. Though, we suspect I fell from a 
wagon, because I suffered from a concussion that resulted in a memory loss. That is the 
reason that, at nine years old, I could not remember who my family was or how I had 
come upon the road. Unable to leave me there alone, Aragorn took me and I traveled 
with him for years. He raised me and taught me things that I treasure now. I have always 
viewed him as the father that I never had."
" Amazing. One would never have guessed Strider capable of raising a child." 
Sam commented.
" I know! I just cannot picture Strider with a child!" Merry exclaimed with Pippin 
nodding at his side.
Gandalf chuckled. " Well, I must admit it shocked me as well when I found out, 
but Leannan was a good child. She learned survival quickly and was eager to obey 
Aragorn. Except of course, when he instructed her to keep silent." 
Frodo laughed. " That makes me remember when we were at the Prancing Pony. 
Strider had told Leannan not to say a word and I could see her cringing in her seat."

Frodo blinked a couple times, feeling weary from all the commotion going on in 
his bedchamber. He couldn't help it when a yawn escaped him.
" Oh dear, we have worn Frodo out." Sam announced apologetically. 
Frodo waved his hand. " I am fine."
Leannan stood and kissed him atop his head. " You are not. Take some rest, we 
will all leave you now."
Frodo smiled sheepishly and bid everyone else farewell.  
	The other hobbits ran ahead of Gandalf and Leannan who walked from the 
chamber with linked arms. And when the others were out of earshot, Gandalf announced 
something that caused both Leannan and Frodo to flinch. " Now that Frodo, the dear 
lad, is nearly healed, we shall have a council to attend!"
Leannan and Frodo exchanged a glance and both saw that each other wasn't in 
favor of the secret council of Elrond.
					~~~~~~~~
As Frodo continued to heal, the day of the secret council grew closer. It was three 
days after his arrival in Rivendell and Legolas was eager to get the approaching council 
over with. His heart yearned for his home and to escape this place. He was anxious, as 
well, for he was afraid that Leannan would accompany Aragorn at the council. He 
suspected she would and that bothered him tremendously. He did not want to shock her 
by suddenly being at the council, but he cared not to see her unless he absolutely must. 
He sighed as he walked lazily along a pathway. 
" Something a matter?" Someone asked.
Legolas stopped in his tracks and without turning replied, " Good evening, 
Aragorn son of Arathorn."
Aragorn moved to the side of Legolas and remarked, " Good ears, you knew it 
was me without even looking."
Legolas did not comment, but remained silent, which wasn't unusual for the elf. 
He began walking again and Aragorn followed, matching the long strides of the 
graceful elf. The two walked in silence for some time until Aragorn grew uncomfortable 
and finally asked, " At least tell me how you are faring, Legolas."
The elf ignored Aragorn's request and instead asked casually, " The woman that 
usually travels with you, is she here?"
Aragorn blinked. So the elf was going to pretend he didn't know who Leannan 
was. Deciding to play along, Aragorn replied curtly, " She is."
Legolas nodded and Aragorn admired his performance. The refined elf was 
unemotional and nonchalant. If he hadn't already known of the past, Aragorn never 
would have guessed the pain that tore at Legolas's heart. 
The silence was irksome, but didn't seem to bother Legolas at all. Aragorn just 
followed the elf along the pathway until they stopped on a bridge. The elf walked to the 
edge and placed his hands on it. With a large sigh he finally spoke, " You know of the 
past, Aragorn?" It was said more like a statement than a question, but Aragorn answered 
still.
" Yes I do, just recently."
Legolas turned to look the ranger in the eyes and the sadness in his eyes was 
evident. " So Leannan never told you herself?"
The ranger shook his head. " I was told just last evening by Lady Arwen."
" Will she be at the council?" The elf asked turning back to gaze out from the 
bridge.
" Yes." 
Silence followed and Aragorn shifted uncomfortably. 
" Would you care that I tell her you are here?" Aragorn asked, trying to hide the 
irritation in his voice.
" No. Do not tell her anything."
Aragorn was not sure if that was best. How would Leannan react after finding 
Legolas at the council? Would she cause a scene? No, Leannan would control herself in 
front of so many people of importance. She knew better. At least, Aragorn hoped.
~~~~~~~





Chapter Three
	
	
Later that evening, Leannan lay in bed thinking about the forthcoming day. At 
dinner, she had been told that the council would be held tomorrow morning. 
	The breeze blew in through the open terrace, and she pulled the coverlet up over 
her shoulders and shivered. The silence was peaceful, but her mind was full of worrisome 
thoughts about the morning. She felt her stomach flutter. Ah, why was she so nervous? It 
was merely a secret council, nothing to worry about.
	She cringed. " Oh yes, nothing to worry about, Leannan! Just a group of highly 
important people at a covert and extremely important council" she mocked herself aloud.
	Aragorn would be there, she assured herself, but that didn't help for it reminded 
her of his instructions not to speak. Would she be able to sit through the entire council 
without opening her mouth? Impossible, especially for Leannan.
	Deep down, Leannan was afraid. Afraid of what the results of the council would 
be. She wanted peace; she wanted to get away from The Ring and the danger it 
threatened. She had enough anguish living in her heart, and The Ring just threatened her 
with more. She wanted to escape, to run away. She wanted to live the unfettered life she 
had lived before with Aragorn, just the two of them and their adventures. 
	And most of all, she wanted what she lost years ago. She wanted to erase the pain 
and suffering of her past and start anew. 
	Tears fell from her cheeks as she thought of what she had thrown away those 
many years ago. Why had she done it? she wondered. Why had she forsaken the beautiful 
treasure she had possessed, and replaced it with loneliness and woe? 
	Every day she lived with the regret of what she had done. Powerless to correct the 
mistake she'd made. The constant conviction that she'd ruined the life of another. 
Another that she'd loved so dearly. 
	Leannan wept silently as she lay in her bed and let her emotions take over. She 
turned her face from the open terrace where she gazed and fell into a fitful sleep of 
tortured dreams.	

	In the shadows, Legolas climbed down the terrace of Leannan and fled into the 
dark night. Her silent tears had disturbed him greatly. What was she crying about? he 
wondered.
				~~~~~~~

		The majestic elf made his way to the council in long strides. Sometimes 
he'd take a moment to stop and breathe in the fresh air or study his surroundings, but he 
did not dally long because he did not wish to arrive late. He felt his insides flutter with 
anticipation. He was anxious to learn what the council would foretell but afraid of 
revealing himself to Leannan. Somehow, though, he felt a peace deep within. Somehow, 
he knew that things would work out; he felt confident. 
He heard the distant ding of the bell sounding the Council of Elrond, and he 
quickened his steps.
	Legolas ascended up a somewhat narrow staircase that wound up along the side 
of a building. He then entered into an open hallway with large pillars and an alcove roof 
with vines growing upon it that climbed down the grand pillars. In the distance, he could 
see where the council was gathering. While he walked down the hallway, he was relieved 
beyond words to see that he had arrived before Leannan.
	Taking a deep breath he stepped up about two steps and then entered the circular 
scaffold. There was a sacred atmosphere with noble seats outlining the round platform 
like structure and the stone stand in the center, looking like an altar. At the front of the 
circle stood Elrond, proud and tall, reflecting all wisdom and grandeur. 
	The light of the clear autumn morning was now glowing in the valley, and the 
noise of the bubbling rivers echoed upon the silence.
	The faces in the chairs were solemn and dignified as Legolas silently took his seat 
upon a bench next to the other elves. He exchanged a glance with Glorfindel who sat two 
seats from his left while he silently checked everyone that was in attendance. On his right 
sat Erestor, the head counselor of Elrond's household, and with him sat Galdor, an elf 
from the Grey Havens who had come on an errand from Cirdan the Shipwright. 
	Two dwarves, Gloin and his son Gimli, entered and settled into their seats with 
raucous grunts. Boromir from the South, dressed richly in a cloak lined with fur and 
silver collar in which a single white stone was set, was close behind the dwarves and with 
a somewhat nervous glance at Elrond, he took a seat as well, holding his garnished horn 
upon his knees.
	Legolas felt his chest tighten as he heard the faint laughter of Leannan in the 
distance. On the outside, he looked completely calm and serene, but a battle was raging 
inside of him as he awaited the approach of the lady and Strider.
	And after what seemed like hours, she finally ascended the two steps, following 
behind Aragorn respectfully. 
	Aragorn entered first, and his fatherly gaze locked with Legolas'.  Leannan stood 
by his side, and Legolas realized that she had not noticed him yet. He took the 
opportunity to observe her.
	She was dressed in her greyish blue tunic and pants that were trimmed with silver 
and gold thread and dark brown boots covering up to just below her knees. She wore a 
thick brown belt that bore her two elvish knives and embellished sword, which she 
treasured because it had been a gift from Gandalf. Legolas also knew that she secretly 
kept a dagger inside her left boot, which he found very amusing for some reason. Her 
thick, golden brown hair was braided and wrapped around her head like a crown, giving 
her a royal appearance. She also wore a chain coronet with a ruby stone hanging onto 
her forehead. Legolas' heart ached as he watched her stand dutifully next to Aragorn, all 
poise and elegance.  
	Legolas then felt his heart sink as he watched Strider lead Leannan to a seat 
directly across from him. Now they'd be across from each other the entire council and 
would have to stare into each other's sorrowful eyes. Legolas inwardly groaned at the 
unappealing thought.
 As soon as she settled into her seat, her glorious eyes met his, and she covered 
her mouth to keep from gasping aloud. Her eyes filled with painful emotions as she 
glared at him, and Legolas felt his heart break at her shocked expression. The whole 
world felt like it was spinning as Legolas gazed upon the beauty sitting across from him. 
His heart wrenched with pain beyond words, as he thought of the precious beloved that 
he had lost those years ago. Leannan just sat still like a stone, and Legolas could tell she 
was fighting. The distress on her face was evident as she silently gained her composure. 
Aragorn had placed a gentle hand on her arm, and his expression was that of hurt as 
well. Not one could guess the torment going on in the hearts of three persons present at 
the council. 
	He felt his chest surge with pride as he watched Leannan blink away her mournful 
expression and calmly meet his eyes. She politely nodded in his direction and then 
returned her gaze to Aragorn to assure him that she was all right. 
	He let out a long silent breath and felt himself relax.
	Then finally, the grand voice of Gandalf boomed as he marched into the room 
with the sound of the "click click" of his staff on the stone floor. 
	" Here, my friends, is the hobbit, Frodo son of Drogo. Few have ever come hither 
through greater peril or on an errand more urgent." he announced loudly.
	While introductions were made, Legolas silently studied Frodo, who stood tensely 
next to Bilbo Baggins. The two hobbits looked so small while standing next to Gandalf! 
After the brief introductions were finished, Gandalf and the hobbits took their seats in the 
council and things began.
					~~~~~~~
	
	There was much already known by members seated in the council and not all had 
to be discussed. Leannan had heard many rumors as well; but Gloin's tale was new to 
her. Leannan was all ears, listening intently, as Gloin stood before the group and spoke 
in his gruff voice.
	She glanced over at Frodo who turned his attentive gaze away from the dwarf and 
met her eyes. She smiled warmly at him and felt like chuckling when his face turned a 
shade pink. 
	Leannan felt her heart leap a bit when she looked across at Legolas. He did not 
meet her gaze, and Leannan was relieved. The calmness in his eyes maddened her. It had 
not taken her long to figure out that he knew she'd be here. That rogue! He had known 
all along that she was in Rivendell. She knew he regretted it, it was in his eyes. Ah, his 
eyes! So full of wisdom and sapience, she could get lost in them. They were eyes that had 
seen so many things in this world, eyes that had lived through many ages. She had seen 
the sorrow in his gaze, a look she'd seen before, a look that had broken her heart.
	
	" And so I have been sent at last by Dain to warn Bilbo that he is sought by the 
Enemy, and to learn, if may be, why he desires this ring, this least of rings. Also we crave 
the advice of Elrond. For the Shadow grows and draws nearer." Said Gloin, his words 
jerking Leannan back to the present. 
	So Sauron had sent a messenger to Dain, who was still King under the mountain 
and was now past his two hundred and fiftieth year. Leannan could not imagine what it 
would be like to live so old. It was even more amazing with the immortal elves. 
	" You have done well to come," said Elrond. " You will hear today all that you 
need in order to understand the purposes of the Enemy. There is nothing that you can do, 
other than to resist, with hope or without it. But you do not stand-alone. You will learn 
that your trouble is but part of the trouble of the entire western world. The Ring! What 
shall we do with the Ring, the least of rings, the trinket that Sauron fancies? That is the 
doom we must deem."
	Leannan leaned forward in her seat. Now the council was getting very interesting. 
She wanted to learn all she could of Sauron and this "least of rings" he desired so.
	She listened, captivated, as Elrond continued.
	" That is the purpose for which you are called here... Called, I say, though I have 
not called you to me, strangers from distant lands. You have come and here met, in this 
very nick of time, by chance, as it may seem. Yet it is not so. Believe rather that it is so 
ordered that we, who sit here, and none others, must now find counsel for the peril of the 
world."
	Not here by chance? Leannan did not like the sound of that. She did not like the 
idea that she actually had a purpose in this council. She was here merely to learn! 
And learn she did, as Elrond began the Tale of Ring in his clear and rich voice.

He spoke of Sauron and of the forging of the Rings of Power in the Second Age. 
Some in the council knew of bits and pieces of this tale, and some had never heard. But 
the entire tale, no one knew. The entire council sat in utter awe as they listened. 
Elrond told of the Elven-smiths of Eregion and their friendship with Moria. How 
Sauron ensnared them by their eagerness to learn. He spoke of Sauron's betrayal and 
how he secretly forged the One Ring in the Mountain of Fire. And then a war broke out 
when Celebrimbor became aware of Sauron's betrayal, and he hid the three rings, which 
he had made. And in result of the dark war, the gate of Moria was shut. 
It was a dark tale, and Leannan felt a deep sadness come over her heart as 
Elrond spoke, even as the sun shined high in the sky and the morning began to pass.
Elrond also spoke of very old history that Leannan barely knew. Some she 
recognized from her schooling with the elves, but some were quite unknown. She found 
herself completely captivated with the amazing history of Numenor's glory and fall, and 
the return of Men to Middle-Earth out of the depths of the sea. 
Suddenly, in the middle of Elrond's tale, Frodo spoke aloud for the first time.
" You remember?" He began to stammer when Elrond's turned to him. " I 
thought...I thought that the fall of Gil-galad was a long age ago."
" So it was indeed," answered Elrond gravely. " But my memory reaches back 
even to the Elder Days. Earendil was my sire, who was born in Gondolin before its fall; 
and my mother was Elwing, daughter of Dior, son of Luthien of Doriath. I have seen 
three ages in the West of the world, and many defeats, and many fruitless victories."
Leannan's eyes become huge at Elrond's words. Amazing! She thought, in 
absolute awe. Leannan's respect for Elrond became ever greater after she learned this. 
And then Elrond went on to tell a part of the tale that Leannan had heard from 
Aragorn. It was the tale of Isildur, and how he cut the ring from the hand of Sauron with 
the sword of his father, claiming the ring as his own. 
At this the stranger, Boromir, broke in, causing Leannan to jump a bit in her seat. 
" So that is what became of the Ring!" he cried. " If ever such a tale was told in the 
South, it has long been forgotten. I have heard of the Great Ring of him that we do not 
name; but we believed that it perished from the world in the ruin of his first realm. Isildur 
took it! That is news indeed!"
" Alas! Yes," said Elrond. " Isildur took it, as should not have been. It should 
have been cast then into Orodruin's fire whence it was made. But Isildur did not listen to 
our counsel."
Leannan knew the rest of this tale. After Isildur took the Ring, he was betrayed by 
it to his death, and the Ring was lost but not destroyed. 
Elrond went on to tell of the happenings after the war, and Leannan began to 
grow weary. That was, until Boromir stood up, tall and proud, before the council.
He spoke of Gondor, the land where he came, and of its peril. He told that smoke 
arises once more from the Orodruin that is also called Mount Doom, and that there was 
sudden war upon them from Mordor. They were outnumbered, because Mordor had 
allied itself with the Easterlings and the cruel Haradrim.
Leannan felt a dark shudder up her spine when he said, "But it was not by 
numbers that we were defeated. A power was there that we have not felt before." 
He turned to face Elrond and said, " I have not journeyed so long seeking allies 
in war, but the wise counsel of Elrond."
	And then he told of a dream he and his brother had in which these words 
were spoken:
		Seek for the Sword that was broken;
			In Imladris it dwells;
		There shall be counsels taken
			Stronger than Morgul-spells.
		There shall be shown a token
			That Doom is near at hand,
		For Isildur's Bane shall waken,
			And the halfling forth shall stand.

	Leannan felt Aragorn stir at her side and then watched him stand after 
Boromir had spoken. Her gaze followed the man that had raised her and watched him 
stand proudly in front of Boromir.
	" And here in the house of Elrond more shall be made clear to you," Said 
Aragorn, placing a sword upon the table in the center of the circle. Leannan leaned out 
of her seat and squinted at the sword. The blade was in two pieces! " Here is the Sword 
that was broken!" he announced to them all.
Boromir glared at Aragorn in both amazement and curiosity. " Who are you, and 
what have you to do with Minas Tirith?" he asked, studying the Ranger closely.
Legolas spoke up now and stood as well. " He is Aragorn son of Arathorn! And 
he is a descendent of Isildur, son of Elendil of Minas Ithil."
At this Frodo sprung to his feet and cried in bewilderment, " Then it belongs to 
you, and not to me at all!" 
" It belongs to neither of us, " said Aragorn. " But you are appointed to be 
keeper of it for now." 
Leannan watched Frodo sadly as he struggled to hide the bitter disappointment. 
The poor hobbit! To hold such a burden! 
His face and voice grave, Gandalf looked to Frodo. " Bring out the Ring, Frodo." 
	The room became deathly silent, and Legolas, Boromir, and Aragorn 
stood like frozen stones. Leannan felt her breath leave her as Frodo, looking so afraid, 
held the ring up before the council with a shaking hand. 
" Behold, Isildur's Bane!" announced Elrond.

Boromir and Aragorn began to speak now, and Legolas silently took his seat. 
Leannan noticed much doubt in the eyes of Boromir as he and Aragorn discussed the 
sword of Elendil. This disturbed Leannan some, and she shifted uncomfortably in her seat 
as the dispute wore on.
Then, there was a sudden burst of song interrupting the discussion and Bilbo, 
somewhat annoyed, jumped up and sang:
		All that is gold does not glitter,
			Not all those who wander are lost;
		The old that is strong does not wither,
			Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
		
		From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
			A light from the shadows shall spring;
		Renewed shall be blade that was broken:
			The crownless again shall be king.

With snort and a couple short words, Bilbo returned to his seat. Leannan covered 
her mouth to hide her smile of amusement at the song he had sung with such irritation. 
She watched him lean over to Frodo and whisper proudly, " I made it up myself!"
Aragorn smiled at the hobbit and turned back to Boromir. They exchanged some 
more, somewhat heated, words, and Leannan began to drift off again, not paying much 
attention. Her ears perked up though, and her heart began to beat faster when she heard 
someone refer to her. 
Boromir was glaring at her with suspicion. " And who is this woman that 
accompanies you?" he asked Aragorn. " I am not certain if I agree with the concept of a 
woman in the presence of this noble council!"
Aragorn raised his brows, and Leannan turned stark red. She remembered 
Aragorn's orders to keep silent and bit her tongue.
" This, most noble Boromir, is my traveling companion, Leannan."	
" The great heir of Isildur travels with a woman?" Boromir scoffed. " I find it 
amusing that you would choose such an incompetent creature to accompany you."
He gave a bow in Leannan's direction. " No offense, madam." 
Leannan gave him a cool nod and tried to keep the irritation from showing.
Gandalf gave a chuckle and said, " This woman, whom Boromir so hastily calls 
weak, has been trained in the arts of combat and survival under the strict authority of 
Aragorn since she was but a child." His dark eyes glinted with amusement. " And I 
assure you, Boromir, that there is no need to worry about her presence in this council." 	
Boromir, evidently stunned, gave another bow in Leannan's direction, and the 
matter was dropped. 
The audacity of that man! Leannan was greatly disturbed at his doubtful attitude 
towards not only her, but Aragorn as well. She saw the distaste in his eyes, and her blood 
boiled. He did not think her worthy enough to be apart of this council! Of course it was 
like a man to assume a woman incapable and inefficient. Leannan fought the urge to 
"humph" in her seat, and instead slouched with folded arms, glaring at Boromir with 
dislike.
				~~~~~~~
Legolas could read the rankled expression on Leannan face and found it amusing. 
He knew she was fuming right now at Boromir's accusation. Legolas had fought the urge 
himself to oppose. He knew very well that Leannan was very skilled and most definitely 
worthy of attending this council. She had the fortune of being trained by Aragorn and the 
elves. He himself had even had the windfall of training Leannan in some arts. The 
memory brought a deep ache to his heart. Their times together had been such treasures, 
and he remembered them with the deepest regard. They had been special times; times 
where they had bonded and grown to know one another. She had been so eager to learn 
from him, and he had found so much joy in teaching her. 
One memory stuck in his mind and he couldn't help bringing it up at this moment 
in time...
	" No, Leannan, you are holding the knife wrong." Legolas told the young 
woman from his perch on the grassy ground. He leaned against a tree and watched 
Leannan intently as she practiced her knife tossing. He knew it was her passion, her 
talent, but she still had a ways to go. But she loved learning, and he felt very fortunate to 
have such an obedient scholar.
He smiled lightly as she struggled to get her grip right on the handle of the 
embellished dagger. 
" Legolas..." She looked at him with an exasperated look on her fair face. " I 
cannot get this right. Come instruct me." She said with a half order, half pout.
Legolas lifted himself gracefully from the ground. She looked rather cute, he 
thought. She had thrown the dagger onto the ground and stood with her small hands in 
fists at her sides. Her irked look was charming, and it would have fit the scene perfectly if 
she had stomped her foot. But she did not; she just stood and waited for Legolas to 
enlighten her.
" Like this, pen tithen." Legolas moved her hands about the knife with his own 
until they were in the right position. " Remember what I taught you about aiming."
He stepped back and told her to give it a try. He watched proudly as she aimed 
exactly as he had taught her and threw the knife gracefully. Right on target. She was 
catching on. " Do it again." Came his order.
The next time she handled the dagger correctly. " Well done, Leannan. You may 
rest now."
They moved away from the range, and Leannan dropped on the ground to lean 
against the tree. She sighed contentedly as a breeze blew her locks and looked up at the 
sky. Legolas dropped onto the ground next to her and leaned against the other side of the 
tree. 
" Do you ever look at the sky, Legolas?" She asked randomly and Legolas studied 
the dreamy look on her face as she gazed up at the soft blue sky and puffy white clouds.
" It is always there, I see it many times." He replied.
She smiled. " But do you ever just look, for the enjoyment of it?"
Legolas watched her like a hawk and wondered why she asked such questions. " I 
do not suppose I do, pen tithen."
She shifted and looked away from the sky. " Oh but it is very pleasant to do. The 
sky is so beautiful. Especially during the daytime when it is full of white clouds."
She gazed back up again, and they were both silent. The breeze sweeping through 
the forest was refreshing, and the sound of the river was distant and melodious.
" Since you do not look at the sky for enjoyment then I do not suppose you ever 
try to guess what the clouds are shaped like."
Legolas frowned and glanced up at the sky that Leannan so intently studied. 
"They have no specific shape." He told her.
She smiled softly. " But do you ever try to guess what they closest resemble? 
Look at that cloud, " She pointed and Legolas looked up. " Look at it very closely and tell 
me what it most reminds you of."
Legolas, with his keen eyesight, considered persistently the cloud that Leannan 
had pointed out to him. He was very silent and in deep concentration. Leannan tried not 
to laugh at the serious look on his fair face. She loved how his forehead creased when he 
was in thought and how the breeze swept his flaxen hair. 
Finally he spoke. " It looks like a castle. Yes, a castle in the sky." He looked at 
her, and his face brightened. " This, cloud watching you do, pen tithen, is very 
interesting. I shall have to try it more often so I can be better at it." 
He and Leannan shared a warm smile, and they had spent the rest of the day 
sprawled on the grass gazing up at the sky watching the passing clouds…

It had been a beautiful day, one that Legolas will always remember. The way the 
sun had shined down on Leannan's golden brown hair and the beautiful look on her face 
as she dreamed. Years later, he still looked up at the sky and remembered his times with 
Leannan. She had taught him the beauty of dreaming, and he had learned to treasure 
each and every one.
Legolas pulled himself back to the present and scolded himself for getting so lost 
in thought. No doubt, the council was curious as to why he had that zoned look on his 
face and his brow was creased. And indeed, when he glanced around at everyone, he 
received some stares from several of the members, but thankfully no one commented. The 
meeting had worn on, and he was terribly disappointed to find that he had missed very 
much of it.
Gandalf was talking now, telling his tale. Legolas felt his stomach lurch when he 
realized he was talking about Gollum. He swallowed the lump in his throat as Gandalf 
said, "Still I for one am glad that he is safely kept by the watchful Elves of Mirkwood. His 
malice is great and gives him a strength hardly to be believed in one so lean and 
withered. He could work much mischief still, if he were free. And I do not doubt that he 
was allowed to leave Mordor on some evil errand."
Legolas stood abruptly, causing the council to stir, and Gandalf to turn his 
penetrating gaze to the elegant elf. 
" Alas! Alas!" Legolas cried with an aggrieved look upon his fair and noble face. 
" The news that I was sent to bring must now be told. The report is not good, but only 
here have I learned how evil they may seem to this company. Smeagol, who is now called 
Gollum, has escaped."
Aragorn bellowed, " Escaped? That is ill tidings indeed." He lifted his hand and 
ran it through his raven colored hair. " How came the folk of Thranduil to fail in their 
trust?"
Legolas felt very sheepish, but did not show it in his actions or speech. " I assure 
you it was not through lack of watchfulness, but perhaps through over-kindliness. And we 
fear that the prisoner had aid from others, and that more is known of our doings than we 
could wish. We guarded this creature day and night, at Gandalf's bidding, much though 
we wearied of the task. But Gandalf bade us hope still for his cure, and we had not the 
heart to keep him ever in dungeons under the earth, where he would fall back into his old 
black thoughts."
Gloin spoke, and Legolas listened but did not comment on the dwarf's ruthless 
remarks. Gandalf was quick to silence him though, and Gloin offered a bow to Legolas, 
who continued with his news.
Legolas told them that they had allowed Gollum to climb into his favorite tree in 
the woods, and they set a guard at the foot of the trunk. But one day, the creature refused 
to come down, and the guard did not want to climb up after him. So they waited by the 
tree through the night. And on that very night of the summer, dark and starless, Orcs 
attacked without notice. The elves fought them off as the orcs came from over the 
mountains, unfamiliar to the woods. It was understood that the attack was planned for the 
rescue of Gollum and that the creature knew of it prior. The elves of Mirkwood were 
unable to recapture Gollum and trailed him for many miles, but they failed.
Legolas returned to his seat after giving his news and felt a weight of downfall as 
Gandalf and the others spoke solemnly. He caught Leannan's look, and she managed a 
reassuring smile.
				~~~~~~~

Most of the tales had been told now and Leannan had learned a great deal. She 
felt very honored to be included in such significant, and secretive, information. She felt as 
if a light had been turned on, and she could see now. She no longer knew only bits and 
pieces of the happenings. 
The last thing to discuss now was what to do with the Ring? The question had 
been weighing on her for quite some time now and she was anxious to know. Leannan 
knew that the Ring must be destroyed in the fires of Mount Doom, but how? she 
wondered. 
She smiled when Bilbo spoke up and assumed that it was his job to finish, being 
that he had started the whole affair. But Gandalf informed him that it was not his duty to 
finish it and advised him to stay in Rivendell and finish his book. 
" I have never known you to give such pleasant advice before." Bilbo told 
Gandalf with a laugh. " But tell me, what do you mean by they?"
" The messengers who are sent with the Ring." came the reply.
" Exactly! And who are they to be? Can't you think of some names now? Or put it 
off till after dinner?"
Silence followed and no one spoke. Leannan cast a nervous glance about the 
room and noticed Frodo staring intently at the Ring. She could not read the look on his 
face but it made her fearful. It was almost as if he was in a trace. Leannan quickly looked 
down into her lap and fought her fears.
And then, in the dreadful silence of the room, Frodo stood before the council. 
Leannan felt her heart sink as the brave hobbit spoke.
 " I will take it! I will take the Ring to Mordor." He said, apprehensively and then 
paused before saying, " Though I do not know the way."
Gandalf stood, towering over the admirable hobbit, and laid his hand upon 
Frodo's shoulder. " I will help you bear this burden, Frodo Baggins. As long as it is 
yours to bear."
The room seemed to come alive at that moment! All heads shot up to stare at the 
trembling hobbit and the powerful wizard who stood by his side. 
Leannan let out a small gasp when Aragorn rose to his feet and knelt before 
Frodo, sword in hand. Her hand came to her mouth and she listened with dread in her 
heart as Aragorn said, "If by my life or death, if I can protect you, I will. You have my 
sword."
Leannan felt like crying out and bitter tears stung in her eyes. How could Aragorn 
do this?
" And you have my bow." Leannan watched Legolas stand as well and pledge his 
own protection to the hobbit. 
Gimli raised his axe. " And you have my axe!" He said gruffly. 
Boromir moved towards the forming company and said to Frodo, "You carry the fate 
of us all little one. If this is indeed the will of the council, then Gondor will see it 
done. "
	Leannan felt an aching loneliness creep into her heart, and she stammered but no 
words left her mouth. She was left alone in her seat. Alone! Aragorn had left her and 
pledged his allegiance to the hobbit. The hobbit. Leannan looked at Frodo who stood 
proudly and the relief on his face was so evident. This was the hobbit that she had sung to 
every night at the campfire, the hobbit that she had visited on his sickbed. And now he 
carried this dark burden, how alone he must have feel! Just as Leannan felt now sitting in 
her seat and watching her companion leave her. Ah what to do?!
	And then, it was as if a bright light shined on her heart, and Leannan knew what 
she must do. This was her fate, her calling. She would follow her comrade, Aragorn, on 
his journey to destroy the evil Ring. She would pledge her allegiance to the gallant 
hobbit, Frodo.
	Leannan lifted herself from the chair walked to the gathering company. She knelt 
before the hobbit and his face was that of complete surprise. A silence fell upon the 
group.
	" Hobbit, I have not much to offer you." She took his hand in her own and 
continued. " Nothing but my allegiance and willingness to protect you no matter where 
the road may lead us." 
	Frodo blinked a couple times and then broke into a smile. Leannan stood and 
faced Aragorn. " And, my faithful friend, you have taught me everything I know. I owe 
you everything; you have given me the life I live now. And I will follow you to the ends of 
this earth."
	Aragorn stared with deep emotion in his dark eyes. He was so proud of her! 
Before he could say anything, there was a rustle in the bushes and out jumped none other 
but Samwise Gamgee! 
	" Here! Mr. Frodo is not going anywhere without me!" he cried.
	Leannan broke into a chuckle at the determined hobbit. He was so faithful to his 
master, Frodo! 
	"No, indeed, it is hardly possible to separate you from him, even when he is 
summoned to a secret council, and you are not." Elrond said, eyeing Sam closely.
	Frodo was grinning at his friend and many chuckles flowed from the crowd. Just 
then, there was another rustle behind one of the pillars and out jumped Frodo's two other 
loyal companions! 
	"Oi! We're coming too! You'd have to send us home tied up in a sack to stop us." 
Cried Merry.
	They came to stand dutifully at Frodo's side, and Pippin said with his hands on 
his hips, "Anyway, you need people of intelligence on this sort of mission… quest… 
thing."
	Merry leaned near Pippin and whispered loud enough for everyone to hear, 
"Well, that rules you out, Pip."
	Pippin gave Merry a face and then turned to listen to Elrond announce, "Ten 
companions. So be it! You shall be the fellowship of the ring."
	Leannan felt her chest swell with pride. She had done the right thing; she knew it. 
And the peace she felt was clear.
	Pippin clapped his hands and searched the faces of the council. " Great! So 
where are we going?"
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Chapter Four

	Leannan felt her heart lighten with relief as she exited the council and stepped 
into the airy, open hallway. She almost felt faint and knew that as soon as she reached 
her chamber, she would fall into a deep sleep that hopefully would last a long while. Her 
head ached from the intense knowledge she'd gained, and her heart was weary from the 
emotional battles she fought that day. She didn't even want to think about Legolas' 
sudden appearance; she'd have plenty of time for that later.
	A pang pierced her heart, and she paused at the top of the stairway leading down 
to level ground. She had been so absorbed with her inward struggle on whether to follow 
Aragorn and Frodo that she had not even given thought to the fact that Legolas himself 
had pledged his protection to Frodo as well! Ah! Leannan clung to the railing as 
dreadful thoughts raced through her mind. This was a nightmare! She could not go on 
that perilous journey with that elf. That elf. 
	Leannan sighed wearily. There was no time to ponder this now. She needed to 
sleep. 
	A voice broke through her fatigued thoughts. " Leannan..."
	She turned and found Aragorn standing next to her at the top of the stairs. He 
looked at her with regretful eyes and a furrowed brow.
	She tried to smile, but it came out lopsided and insincere. " Walk with me, 
friend." She moved down the steps, and Aragorn followed at her side.
	" Leannan, my child, why did you not tell me?" His voice was so filled with hurt 
that Leannan inwardly cringed. Why had she not told him?
	" Aragorn..." She stammered and then paused with a sigh. They walked on in 
silence for a moment and then she said, " I gather that I was ashamed of my failed love."
	"Ashamed?" Aragorn questioned, raising his brows. 
	Leannan wondered how she could explain to him what she had been feeling after 
that dire moment two years ago. "I was ashamed to admit failure to you, Aragorn; you, 
who taught me to be brave and courageous. I was ashamed." She repeated.
	" But Leannan, you are nearly my daughter. I raised you and taught you! And you 
did not tell me that you were aggrieved? How could I have been so blind!" 
	They reached the bottom of the staircase and Aragorn kicked a stone down the 
path. 
	"Leannan, what has happened to you…" Aragorn began; both of them paused 
walking and they faced each other. "I want you to know, it breaks my heart. I can't 
believe I was so blind before."
	Leannan looked at the man with deep affection. With her gray eyes betraying her 
heart, she wrapped her arms around the man who had been like a father to her. 
	Aragorn, a bit uneasy at first, for the two of them did not usually exchange such 
affectionate gestures, held Leannan and smiled at her muffled, "I am very lucky to have 
you."
					~~~~~~~
	Leannan moved about her chamber, a bit nervously. She had slept since the end of 
the council and was now getting ready for tonight's festivities. She was anxious, because 
tonight she would most likely exchange some sort of conversation with Legolas, just to be 
polite of course. But the thought frightened her terribly! It had been almost three years! 
How would he respond? Would he act like things never happened or would he bring up 
the past? 
	Leannan sat down in front of her mirror to re-braid her hair, which was tousled 
from hours of unusually pleasant sleep. The sky was just beginning to darken and music 
could be heard from the grand dining hall, where folk were probably beginning to gather 
for supper and merriment. She did not feel like wearing a dress, and instead wore her 
tunic and pants that she had worn to the council. Before she exited the chamber, she 
strapped on her thick, brown belt with her knives and sword. Usually, she wouldn't wear 
her weapons to the dining hall, but with newcomers present, she felt better having them 
close. 
	She descended the side steps of her chamber and began to walk the pathway 
leading to the house of Elrond.
	The night was peaceful. Insects buzzed melodiously, and the sound of the falls 
echoed throughout the lovely Rivendell. The night was warm, yet a cool breeze rustled 
the leaves. 
	As she neared the building, joyous music met her ears and the sound of many 
voices. She ascended up a set of stone stairs and stepped up onto a large porch. Several 
elves roamed the large terrace, and Leannan was greeted by many. She strolled through 
a screened doorway. She nearly retreated a step when she entered the loud and 
boisterous hall. A rush of warm air brought a flush to her fair cheeks, and her ears 
pounded with the sound of loud, merry music. Adjusting quickly, her face radiated a 
lovely smile.
	"Ho there, Leannan! Join us, won't ye?" Cried Merry as Leannan approached 
their table. On his face was a cheerful grin and in his hand was a goblet of ale. The other 
hobbits echoed him and Leannan laughed. "I should love to join you, hobbits, but I would 
care to find my companion first."
	Pippin turned to his fellow hobbits. "The lady does not wish our jolly company! I 
am offended, what say you all?"
	They banged their mugs on the table and shouted good-naturedly, "Offended we 
are, Lady Leannan!"
	"Offended my foot!" Said Leannan with a laugh. "I'll be back!" She danced 
away from the table and got pulled into the crowd of elves and other creatures.
	She scanned the room for Aragorn, but caught no sight of him. Instead, she found 
Gandalf exchanging conversation with Bilbo.
	"Hello there." Leannan greeted them breathlessly.
	"Ah, Leannan. Have you recovered from the long day? You looked rather weary 
when we parted company later this day." Bilbo smiled at the young woman.
	"I have indeed. Now may I ask you two, have any of you seen Aragorn?"
	"Last I saw of him, he was in the main dining hall." Replied Gandalf. " But don't 
go bothering the lad now, m'dear. Why don't you dance a bit or perhaps after supper you 
will sing us all a song?"
	Leannan looked uncertain. "Perhaps, Gandalf."
	Suddenly, the bell sounding supper rang loudly and a hush fell over the crowd. 
"Please join us in the main dining hall for a lavish feast!" Came the resounding 
announcement. The music quieted down to a soft melody in the background, and the 
people shuffled through an archway leading into the main dining hall where a large 
banquet table was set with rich and extravagant foods. 
Elrond was seated at the head of the table and on his one side sat Glorfindel, on 
his other Gandalf. Leannan suspected that Elrond favored Glorfindel well, and he was 
quite a respected elf in Rivendell. She studied him as he sat proudly next to the grand 
Elrond. He sat tall and straight; his hair like shining gold, his face young and full of joy; 
his eyes were bright and fearless and his voice like music; on his brow sat wisdom, and in 
his hand was strength.
	Leannan was astonished at her thoughts of the elf. She thought very highly of 
Glorfindel and admired him greatly, but did she have any affection for him beyond mere 
esteem and respect? Leannan was not angry at her thoughts, but they troubled her some 
all the same.
	Bilbo must have noticed her uneasy expression for he questioned her softly as 
they took their seats, "Are you unwell, m'lady?"
	Leannan blinked at the hobbit and managed a reassuring smile. "No, I am very 
well. Forgive me, I was lost in my thoughts."
	Bilbo chuckled and began to hum a tune as platters and pots began to be passed 
around the table and many voices joined in harmony.  Leannan looked about, but caught 
no sign of Strider. Where had he gone? She wondered. 
	Bilbo was chattering on about one of his adventures to Pippin next to him, who 
seemed more interested in his food than Bilbo's story. Leannan nibbled at her food, but 
really had no appetite. A servant had brought her a tray earlier before she went to bed 
after the council. 
	Leannan felt her heart beat faster, and her stomach fluttered with excitement as 
she watched Legolas walk swiftly into the dining hall with a trail of servants at his heals. 
	Leannan smirked. Ah, so the prince is late for supper at the table of Elrond.
	The servants pulled out his chair, and Legolas gave them a flustered look before 
sitting down and turning to Glorfindel at his right. He was on the opposite side of the 
table, though several seats down. 
	Leannan took a deep breath and tried to avert her obvious stare from him. He had 
definitely noticed for Leannan had recognized that amused twitch of his mouth before he 
set his features back to that indifferent, regal expression.
	She looked down at her plate and knew she could eat no more. She was much too 
befuddled with Legolas' presence. It was all too odd, having him near. It had been so 
long, yet she remembered everything like yesterday. She had blocked him from her mind 
for so long, but now memories flooded back and she felt that warm feeling when she 
remembered their beautiful times together. And the little things about him she 
remembered so well. Like the twitch of his mouth when he was amused or his furrowed 
brow when in thought. Leannan wasn't sure if she liked the directions of her thoughts. 
The more she thought of him, the deeper the ache of regret bore into her heart.
	Leannan shook her head slightly to erase her thoughts, and then felt her face 
grow warm. She was doing it! It was an embarrassing habit she did often. And she hated 
it because it was so obvious when she was thinking something she didn't want to. It 
wasn't an obscene shake of her head, just a slight tilt. 
	Her eyes darted down the table to make sure Legolas hadn't noticed. 
	She sighed with relief. He wasn't looking her way. He was speaking with 
Glorfindel. The two seemed very engrossed in their conversation, and Legolas' brow was 
creased.
	Supper lasted for at least an hour and a half. Soon afterward, folk began to move 
back into the large hall next door for continued festivities.
	The hall was smaller than the main dining room, and it had single tables and 
seats outlining the walls where groups could drink and chat. In the middle of the room 
was a floor for dancing, and jovial music was playing while the elves hopped merrily 
around the floor. Against the wall was a gigantic fireplace that reached up almost to the 
ceiling. It was carved beautifully with gems set in the smooth marble stone. A great fire 
was burning now, and many chairs decorated the fireside where quite a few elves sat 
about smoking and conversing. Legolas and Glorfindel had made their way to the hearth 
to discuss the day's earlier happenings with several other elves and some of the council 
members.
	Leannan strolled over to fireside and slowly lowered herself into a plushy seat. 
She stretched out her legs, crossed her booted feet, and then folded her arms behind her 
head. The beautiful, rugged woman received several stares from the strangers and 
greetings from acquaintances. She then settled deep into the chair and sighed contently 
as the murmur of conversations buzzed around her and the fire crackled. She was near to 
the fire and could feel the warmth that began to make her drowsy. It was a satisfying 
feeling; being surrounded by friends and in the beauty of Rivendell and the elves. She 
cast the troubles of the Ring and heartache of the past aside and began to doze off into a 
peaceful slumber; lulled asleep by the faint music in the background and silvery tones 
surrounding her.

	It must have been at least twenty minutes later that Leannan was jolted awake by 
the sound of loud cheering.
	" Leannan! Leannan!" 
	The conspirators were the hobbits. They had seen Leannan fast asleep and began 
chanting her name. When everyone else heard the hobbits, they joined in too and began 
to cheer for Leannan to perform.
	Leannan's face grew warm, and she laughed nervously. She stood from her seat 
where she had been so comfortably sleeping and raised her hand to stop the wild bravo.
	"My good people, what is your request?" She questioned with her voice raised as 
loud as she could.
	" A song! A song!" They cried back. They wanted her to sing?
	Leannan let out a breath and laughed merrily. "As you wish!" She called out and 
took a bow as the crowd began to cheer and applause. 
	Several servants rushed away at the orders of Lord Elrond, and the room fell 
quiet when they returned carrying an exquisite harp that was so beautiful it took one's 
breath away. They set it in front of Leannan, and she felt her heart leap with amazement 
and her fingers tingle with delight. The harp was Aerlinn O Minuial. It was said that this 
ancient and magnificent harp was crafted in the woods of Lorien and its music surpassed 
all other. To play on such an instrument!
	"Thank you." She whispered with deep emotion and sat upon the stool.
	She lifted her delicate fingers to the harp and began a brilliant tune. The entire 
building was silent as all had gathered near the hearth to watch the beautiful woman 
play the legendary harp. And then, her voice broke the silence, and it was like the 
crashing of cymbals, for its beauty pierced the hearts of all listening and the words sung 
were heartfelt.

	Pilgrim, how you journey
	On the road you chose
	To find out where the winds die
	And where the stories go
	All days come from one day
	That much you must know,
	You cannot change what's over
	But only where you go.

	One way leads to diamonds,
	One way leads to gold
	Another leads you only
	To everything you're told.
	In your heart your wonder
	Which of these is true;
	The road that leads to nowhere,
	The road that leads to you.

	Will you find the answer
	In all you say and do?
	Will you find the answer
	In you?

	Each heart is a pilgrim,
	Each one wants to know
	The reason why the winds die
	And where the stories go.
	Pilgrim, in your journey
	You may travel far,
	For pilgrim it's a long way
	To find out who you are…

	When the lady finished her song, all were in awe. With her eyes closed, Leannan 
rested her head against the harp, and there was silence as she smiled softly. Then, she 
stood and the entire hall burst with loud applause as the radiant lady took a bow, her 
face lit with a breathtaking smile.
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From his seat near the fire, Legolas had watched the lovely maiden sing with 
bitter anamnesis in his heart. She had looked so gorgeous with the firelight dancing upon 
her delicate face and the jubilant smile that lit up her entire being. Her voice plagued his 
mind even after the music had stopped and applause filled the hall, and he knew it would 
haunt him when silence descended upon the night and he lay in his bed with bitter 
memories. The elf sat in his seat by the fire, unnoticed, for all had swarmed around the 
lady to admire and congratulate her. He sat in the lonely shadows with the firelight 
flickering upon his flaxen hair. He stared into the flames with his brow deeply furrowed 
and his heart aching within him. Would the pain ever cease? The elf wondered. How his 
heart had ever fallen captive to the mortal maiden, he did not know.
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Leannan quickly slipped away from the dance floor and once again made her way 
to the hearth. She hadn't been dancing long, so she wasn't exhausted, but she had noticed 
the earlier council members and other nobles moving towards the fire and was anxious to 
join in on the discussion. She had noticed Aragorn was a part of the crowd, as was 
Legolas and Glofindel. 
She moved through the crowds and finally reached the grand fireplace, where she 
stole a seat in a dark corner, hoping to pass unnoticed. She was on the right side of the 
hearth and shadowed by an ornate tapestry. The fire gave enough light so she was able to 
see the happenings, and she was close enough to hear the hushed discussion. A voice was 
louder than the others and when he spoke the rest quieted down to listen. 
"I do not know what you are thinking, Aragorn, allowing this women to come on 
the journey!" The voice accused.
"She is capable, Boromir." Came the smooth reply.	
Leannan clenched her teeth. Boromir! That knave! He was stirring up trouble 
about her being a part of the Fellowship of the Ring. Leannan felt her insides boil with 
anger and dislike. How dare he!
" I do not think so. The fairer race should not be permitted to travel such a 
perilous journey, no matter how good their skill may be!" Boromir spat the words out, 
causing Leannan to stir angrily in her remote seat. The nerve of that man! She leaned 
farther out of the dark corner to get a look at the man. 
 He stood before the group, his entire air reeking of arrogance. He addressed 
them with a slightly raised voice that portrayed his disapproval. 
The crowd that had gathered before the hearth was silent. They watched the 
skeptical man accuse Leannan of not being worthwhile and stirred uncomfortably in their 
seats. The man was being irrational, yet no one felt it was necessary to reprimand him; 
he had already been told otherwise about Leannan and he just was stirring up trouble. 
Leannan, on the other hand, was trying to keep her aggravation under control. 
The man was being completely preposterous! Her blood boiled, and she was glad no one 
could see her in the secluded corner. But as Boromir continued to argue, she could no 
longer keep silent.
She stepped coolly out from the shadows and sauntered over to face Boromir. She 
glared at him with a look that pierced and then said, "Perhaps, Boromir of Gondor, the 
only way I can prove my worth is by…" She paused and waved her arms about the room, 
nonchalantly. "A duel, eh?"
Boromir smirked. "A duel, young woman?" He looked to the crowd and cried 
mockingly, "I should hate to hurt such a beautiful and delicate creature!" 
Leannan fumed and spat out, "Then let me show you, sir, that I am not as weak as 
you accuse!" She raised her voice and turned to the crowd. "This man has insulted and 
falsely accused me, so my good people, I challenge him to a duel!" She called out.
"Leannan, this is foolish." Aragorn growled, standing to his feet.
Leannan scowled at him. "Stay out of this, Aragorn." 
Several servants rushed away, and now a much larger group had gathered as the 
word spread through the building that a duel was about to take place. 
Leannan and Boromir moved towards the marble dance floor and the crowd 
closed in around them. Leannan felt her cheeks grow warm, and she broke out in a sweat 
as the people surrounded her and Boromir. She took a deep breath to calm herself. What 
was she thinking anyway? Challenging the stranger from Gondor to a duel! Now she was 
the one being irrational. But Leannan buried her doubts and replaced them with 
determination and calm. This was her moment of glory, to prove herself to not only 
Boromir but also the other folks that gathered. Now was her chance to exhibit all that 
Aragorn had taught her. Confidence set in and she pulled out her cherished sword. 
Aragorn, who kept protesting to Leannan's challenge, stood by her side as she 
prepared her weapon. "You are being a fool, Leannan. Do not do this." He hissed.
Leannan replied indifferently. "Aragorn, do not worry so. I will be fine."
"Do not mistake me. It is not for your safety I worry, but your reputation."
"It is already soiled." Leannan whispered bitterly, and moved away from the 
disapproving Aragorn and made her way to the center of the floor, where Boromir 
already waited with his sword drawn.
She strode over to the man with her chin raised confidently. When she met him in 
the center of the room, she challenged him with her eyes, and he glared back at her with 
a penetrating look. Both were confident. Both were ready. Both determined to conquer 
the other.
He snickered and boldly gave her a mocking bow. When he threw back his 
shoulders and straightened, Leannan was still standing erect, staring defiantly. The 
crowd waited in silence, and the only sound was the rustle of Leannan's hands going to 
her hips.
"Are you not going to bow?" He questioned with raised brows.
Her mind screamed for her to refuse. Why did she have to bow to the arrogant 
man? But Leannan swallowed her selfish pride and humbled herself before the man. He 
gave her a contented nod when she gave a slight bow and the crowd applauded.
Gandalf relayed several rules and then called for the duel to begin.
Leannan felt her entire being shift into her battle stance. Her mind focused on her 
opponent, and her body readied itself for the attack. She let him take the lead and waited 
patiently for him to strike his first blow. Her entire body tingled with anticipation, and 
she felt her hands become one with her weapon.
He studied her intently and watched the flash of emotions on her face as she 
cleared her mind of everything but the present. The shouts and huzzahs of the crowd 
faded away, and the only sound she heard was the beating of her heart and the breathing 
of her opponent.
They circled each other with their swords gripped tightly and anxiously waiting 
for contact. Boromir deferred his attack, and Leannan drew in a breath as she waited. 
The crowd fell quiet as they also waited in anticipation for Boromir's blow. Leannan felt 
her ears pound with the disturbing hush. Why did he dally so? Leannan feared he was 
waiting to catch her off guard, and she tightened her grip on her weapon. Whatever it 
was he planned to do, she was prepared and ready.
And then the crowd cried out just as Boromir charged at Leannan. He was within 
seconds of her, and Leannan braced herself for the blow, but abruptly thinking, she 
pivoted and he plowed directly past her. It took him a moment to catch his balance and 
stop himself from charging into the crowd, who had stepped back several feet now. 
Boromir had strength, but Leannan was small and quick. She was keen and 
remained calm, whereas Boromir was already red in the face from humiliation and 
anger. 
Leannan finally charged at Boromir and their swords met with a loud clang. 
Leannan felt the impact surge through her entire body and her legs wobbled a bit. The 
man had strength. Boromir's blade was met by Leannan's counter swing, and the small 
woman returned with a determined strike of her own.
The crowd was awed. They had never seen the young woman fight before, and it 
was even more thrilling to watch her combat the warrior, Boromir. She moved with 
elegance and poise. Her brow was knit into a frown of determination. Her feet moved as 
if she was dancing to the sword song.  She was calm and nimble, moving in harmony with 
her weapon.
The slashings and clangs touched the air with sound that caused the crowd's 
hearts to be with anticipation and wonder. Sweat ran down the face of Boromir and 
Leannan was puffing as the two continued to battle and time crept on. Leannan began to 
wonder when it would end. She did not have the endurance Boromir had. She needed to 
think of something swiftly, before her strength ran out.
And then, in the blink of the eye, Boromir was charging her. He let out a roar, 
and Leannan had no time to think before he lunged into her, knocking her to the ground. 
Her alarmed gaze darted to where her sword skidded along the tile floor. It was out of 
her reach. She was trapped! Her heart pounded in panic, he was coming towards her 
now.  But Leannan, thinking quickly, rolled under his legs, just as he was in front of her 
and reaching for her sword to declare his victory. Her quick movement startled him, 
giving her time to grab her sword.
She gave a cry and a torrent of energy surged through her body. With strength 
she knew not she possessed, Leannan plunged at Boromir. Her sword struck his with an 
earsplitting clangor. Boromir gave a howl and silence embarked upon the room as his 
sword hit the floor and skidded over to the crowd, who backed away as if the sword was 
cursed.
A haunted silence. Could it be? Had the young woman defeated the strong 
warrior? When their minds had cleared from amazement and wonder. The crowd noticed 
that, indeed, Leannan, pen tithen, had won the duel against Boromir of Gondor. She 
trudged over to where his sword lay, her footsteps echoing and pounding in the hearts of 
those who watched. With a cry of triumph, Leannan plunged the weapon into the air, and 
the crowd erupted into boisterous applause.
Boromir stood with his head hung low and his chest heaving. Perspiration ran 
down his face and dripped onto the floor. 
Leannan turned from the praise coming from the onlookers, and slowly made her 
way over to her former opponent.
She placed her hand on his back, and he lifted his gaze to look into her eyes. 
"Well done, friend. You have fought a good fight.  "
Boromir stared into the gray pools full of humbleness. " And you," He said 
hoarsely. "You, pen tithen, have proven yourself worthy of this fellowship. I am honored 
to embark on this journey with you."
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Legolas exited the dining hall and entered into the cool night. She had fought 
well. He was proud. But the pain was immense. He had watched her battle, his mind 
flooding with excruciating memories as she used tactics he had taught her himself and his 
heart aching with pride as he watched how beautifully she used them. 
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