Tamuríl Lossëhelin - Chapter 1
When they arrived at the gate, the woman ushered her children inside, and turned to Legolas, who was leaving. She caught his arm, and he turned. "No amount of thanks I could give you would be enough." He looked down at her tender face. "Thanks is not neccessary." He told her gently. "However, perhaps you can provide me with some information." The woman nodded. "Of course." "Who was the woman I stopped?" She smiled before she spoke. "Ah, yes. Tamuríl. She is a warrior. And a strong one at that. She is also mysterious in her ways. It is said it is difficult to earn her full respect." "She seems to put faith in no one but herself." "Yes. But she is good to us. She is the king's favored, but she defends the children against harsh words towards eachother, or adults." "I thank you." The woman watched Legolas walk away.
Tamuríl stood, leaning over the wall that overlooked the rows of elves, clad in light hues of purple. They had come from Lorien, she could tell. Aragorn, stood waiting for them. She eyes the march warden. Who had Galadriel sent? Her mouth fell open as he removed his hood. Haldir himself was standing there, smiling at Aragorn. He exchanged an embrace of welcome and friendship from Aragorn, although a little awkwardly. Tamuríl shook her head. The last time she had seen Haldir was over a century ago. She had been with a squadron of men, and they were passing through the forest. Haldir had stopped them, and recognized her, but not said anything. He had let them go. It was baffling to her why he kept quiet. Her attention snapped back to the moment when the elves turned to face the king, and they displayed thier finely crafted bows. Tamuríl shook her head again, smiling. Haldir could not resist showing off. The king was impressed, she could tell, although she could not hear what he said. He talked with Aragorn, and nodded them inside. The elves turned on their heels once more, and marched up the ramp.