Ellysia stood on the ruin of the outer wall of Helm’s Deep, looking out upon the men who were stacking the black bodies of the defeated Orcs and Urak-Hai in a large pile nearby the strange wood. There were too many to burn, and burial would be impossible. For now, they lay there in a great stinking heap.
As she looked out upon the men’s progress, Ellysia could feel a presence getting closer behind her.
“What do you want?” she said quietly, not turning around.
Legolas came and stood behind her, his arms folded. “I wanted to thank you,” he said. “For saving my life. For that I owe you.”
She turned her head to him and smiled lightly. “I was but returning the favor. It is I who should be thanking you.”
Legolas smiled at her, and they continued to stare out at the men’s progress. Ellysia then turned and sat down upon the stone wall. She sat in silence for a few moments before she turned back to look up at him.
“Do you know Haldir?” she asked him, her eyes inquizitive.
“Yes…” he replied softly. “I knew him.” He turned to face her.
“Knew?” she said, her brow creasing with a confused look.
Legolas sat down on the wall beside her. “He…he passed on, during battle. His wounds were many and too deep.”
Ellysia faced forward, her eyes crinkled, her hands gripping the sides of the stone wall till they turned white. A light breeze blew back the flyaway strands of fawn hair around her neck, revealing something Legolas had not noticed before…a necklace. A simple light chain around her neck that had eight, tiny silver leaves dangling from it, each half the size of his thumbnail.
Turning back to him, Legolas could see much pain in Ellysia’s eyes, much more than he had ever noticed. “Do you know where they lay him?” she asked in barely an audible whisper.
“No,” he said softly. “I beleive they are going to bring him back to Lorien.”
She nodded her head slowly and touched the tip of her finger to one small silver leaf on her necklace. She then stood up, facing outwards towards the strange, dark wood.
She sighed, more of a shudder, and composed herself. “Those trees are strange…” she said softly.
“I agree,” Legolas said, standing up beside her. “They whisper things…I wish I could walk amoung them and hear what they have to say. But alas, there is no time.”
Ellysia nodded, and then it seemed something dawned on her and she shook her head. “You are wrong Legolas, there is always time. But it depends on how you use it, ” she said, and turned on her heel, and began walking towards the door inwards of the Helm.
The sun was setting, and the band of travelers with Gandalf were saying their goodbyes and getting ready to head out.
Eowyn was looking for Ellysia, to say goodbye to her. They were as close as many friends could be, and now, after years of missing one another, they were torn apart again.
Turning the corner, Eowyn almost ran into Legolas. “Oh, pardon me!” she laughed, smoothing her cream colored dress. “Have you seen Ellysia?” she asked him.
“I think I saw her go this way,” he said, pointing her down a narrow corridor. Eowyn followed him down the passageway, and was about to turn the corner, when he held out his hand for her to stop.
Bending her head a little, peeking down the hallway, she saw- Ellysia and Amrod.
Amrod had his arms wrapped around Ellysia’s waist, and she held onto him around his shoulders. They were talking softly, so as not a word of their private conversation would be heard. Silent tears spilled down her face as Ellysia whispered something to Amrod. He nodded solemnly and all was quiet. But he pulled her close and their lips touched, momentarily, yet meaning everything imaginable.
Ellysia pulled Amrod close, and though her eyes blurred with tears, she drank in his face, every part about him, this man she loved. She cupped the side of his face with her hand. “No matter where I go, Amrod, I will always keep you here,” she said, laying her hand across her heart. “Everywhere I am, there you’ll be.”
His blue eyes stared deep into hers, penetrating her soul. “I love you Ellysia. More than you may ever know.”
Her eyes searched his face. Her lip quivered. “I love you too.”
She stood up on her toes and kissed him once more. She graspt his hand, while secretly giving him something, “Please don’t forget me…for I will never forget you.”
His voice cracked. “I can never forget you, Ellysia!” he said, this grown man letting the light tears go and dribble down his face, as he held onto her, wishing to be like this forever.
Ellysia wiped the back of her hand across her eyes and gripped onto his shirt, staring up at him. Setting on a calmer tone, she looked to him. “Now, Amrod,” she said, her voice heavy with tears, “remember- take care of that sister of yours, and when I come back, I expect you to be nicely dressed and not have had yourself run of of Lorien for being so foolish.” She laughed lightly, quaking with nevousness. “Don’t go and get yourself killed, you hear me?” she said, on the verge of crying again.
“I won’t,” he whispered to her.
Ellysia bent down to pick up her bag, and slung it over her shoulder. She set a wobbling smile upon her lips, wiping away the last remnents of her sorrow from her face with her sleeve. “Now,” she sighed. “I have to go. Are you going to kiss me goodbye or just sit there staring at me?” She laughed.
“Oh Ellysia,” he said in a whisper, pulling her close and kissing her once again.
Eowyn smiled brightly, for she was so happy her friend had finally found love in her life. She knew of the terrible things that had happened to Ellysia- finally something was going her way.
Legolas took one last look at the two and slipped off, silently walking down the hall.
“Sir, I will be in no way a burden to you,” Ellysia said, frustration ringing in her voice, as she and Aragorn stood toe to toe again on the debate wether she should travel with the group or not.
“The road is dangerous, and you will get in the way. Go back with Eowyn and her company. You are returning to the House of Theoden, are you not?” Aragorn replied, his voice edged. Who did this woman think she was?
“Yes, I do intend to return there, but there is but a minor stop I must make on the way, and the fastest way to get there is by your route. I simply ask to travel along side your company. If I am refused, then I shall just have to go along the same way, but alone, and risk death amoung such hostile lands. And when I am killed I hope your happy to know that it could have been prevented save you were not so stubborn,” she replied, finishing her bravado by folding her arms and looking straight into his eyes.
Aragorn sighed harshly and was not about to let her win, but Gandalf stepped in. Laying his hand lightly on the Ranger’s shoulder he said “Now, Aragorn, I think maybe she *should* come with us. The lady may be of use yet. You did see she saved your friend, did you not?”
Aragorn nodded slowly. “Alright,” he replied gently. “You may come. But I will warn you now- the road is dangerous, and you must be able to fend for yourself.”
Ellysia smiled. “Do not worry, Estel. Once we reach the edges of the mountains where Isengard is placed, I will be out of your troubles.”
Aragorn smiled lightly. “Well, alright!” he said. “We shall be off!” and the everyone came to give quick goodbyes.
Ellysia turned back to a man who was holding Saracen’s reins. “Thank you,” she said as he handed them to her and walked away. She put her foot in the stirrup and hoisted herself up, sliding easily onto the white horse’s back. She patted Saracen’s mane. “I’m sure you’re happy to be getting out of this stone palace,” she said softly. “I know I am.”
Eowyn came over to Saracen and Ellysia and placed her hand lightly upon Sarcen’s mane. “Travel safe, my friend. I hope to see you again,” she said softly. “I intend to visit you so much you are sick of me!” Ellysia replied, and both the woman laughed and hugged one another goodbye.
Ellysia turned Saracen towards the Dike, but waited, scanning the view from where she sat.
Amrod strode out of the fortress, something claspt tightly in his hand. His long blonde hair lay down his back, his blue eyes laid upon her face. He dressed in all green with a silver-gray cloak, the sign of his rank. He approached Ellysia, looking up at her. She grabbed his hands.
“I will always love you, Ellysia,” he said softly.
“I love you too,” she replied. Her eyes scanned his face. How she would miss him…
“Promise you’ll come back?” he said, slipping something onto her finger.
“I promise!” she said to him, then looking to her hand. It was a ring. A light, delicate ring, twisted in curves and loops, all silver.
“I was going to give it to you if…if you said yes,” he said softly, looking to the ring and then to Ellysia.
“When I return, we will talk…” she said, staring into his eyes. “You may change. And you may not love me like you did.”
“Don’t say that!” Amrod replied. “There is nothing that can happen that would make me not love you.”
She bent towards him and they kissed one last time. “Travel safe, A’maelamin!” she said.
He smiled. “Return to my arms safely, Melamin!” With that she smiled to him one last time and clicked her tounge, sending Saracen to trot down to the opening of the Dike, following close behind Aragorn, Gimli, and Legolas.
Down the Dike they rode, with Gandalf and Aragorn at the lead, Theoden and his men at the rear. Ellysia rode beside Legolas and Gimli.
“Where will he go?” Legolas asked her, snapping Ellysia out of her reverie. She sat silent for a moment, then turned to face him. “Amrod?” she said. Legolas nodded in reply. “He will go back to Lothlorien…that is his home.”
Legolas nodded and was silent, facing his head back to the path and the strange trees just ahead. Gimli shifted his weight on the horse. He was not fond of riding such beasts.
Coming to the wood, the bregade stopped. It felt strange.
Sorry this was sort of a “nothing important” chapter, but I’ll be writing the next one very soon, don’t worry- it will be more back to the book.