The Elf From America-Part Twenty Five – Eomer’s Apology and Elenya’s Decision

by Dec 10, 2002Stories

Emilie went back to her room and saw Eowyn there. She was laying out her garb for the next day but it was as a warriors clothes being a waist shirt, breeches, and a sword.

“What are you doing?” Dumb question

“If Aragorn does not allow me to accompany him tomorrow, I shall steal away into the army.”

“Eowyn, I understand your sorrow. But why do you search for death?”

“Better to die with honor then to be left behind in a cage.”

“I’m going with you,” Elenya said determined.

“No, you can’t.”

“Why not? I fought at Helm’s Deep. And you need someone to look after you.”

Eowyn eyed her face for a moment and said, “This will take a lot of work. We will have to hide your face for it is easily recognized.”

“Look who’s talking!”

“But you are an elf with tipped ears and a fair face. I do not have one such as yours for I am a Shieldmaiden.”

“Yes it will take some doing.”


Emilie awoke early. So did Eowyn for they wished to say goodbye to Aragorn and Legolas. She nearly missed him, but she knew he would not leave without saying goodbye. He gathered her up in his arms and held her tight feeling he never wished to let her go.

“Please Legolas, do not go. I fear I’ll never see you again.”

“Of course you will. I do not fear the dead, and I’ll not abandon Aragorn.”

“But what if something happens to you?”

“Look at me,” he said meeting her blue eyes. “I will return. I know I have said that many times to you, but it is still true.”

“Please take me with you,” she said as the tears began to flow.

“I can’t, and I won’t. But do not ever forget. I’ll not stop loving you. This is true love. It doesn’t happen every day.”

“Please, please,” she said going to her knees.

Legolas raised her up and planted a gentle kiss upon her forehead. She watched him mount his horse and uttered her last words lines from a movie, “Legolas, how many more will die before you heed my word?”

“I shall return. I love you.”

Emilie watched him disappear into the fog. Eowyn approached her and laid a hand on her shoulder.

“There was nothing either of us could have done to persuade him.”

“I have a terrible feeling Eowyn. What should I do?”

“You promised him you would not follow. Come. We must go to Theoden.”


“Hail Lord of the Mark!” Eowyn said to Theoden.

“Hail Lady of Rohan and Elenya! Is all well?”

“Yes,” Eowyn said but her own voice gave away her sadness of Aragorn. “I have heard of your coming.”

“Then Aragorn has been here?” Eomer asked. “Is he still here?”

“No,” Elenya answered. “He has gone to the Paths of the Dead.”

“Then our paths are sundered,” said Eomer. “He is lost. We must ride without him, and our hope dwindles.”

“Don’t say that! It isn’t true!” Emilie said a little too sharply. “He is not lost! Aragorn knows far more than you could ever hope to imagine in a thousand lifetimes. He knows how to take care of himself. He will return out of there alive and those that are with him.”

Emilie began to ride away. Eomer followed her wanting to settle their disputes. He caught up with her and reigned her horse. They were out of earshot.

“Let go! Get away!”

“Look,” he said. “I know you are sorrowful about the Prince, but you must see the obvious.”

“Oh leave me. Just because you kissed me once doesn’t give you the right to hit on me. Aragorn will come out alive. You’ll see.”

“How do you know you can not tell the future.”

“I am an elf, sir and they are not to be underestimated.”

“You are an elf?” he sounded surprised.

“Yes you did not know?”


“Then you are certainly a half wit for Legolas has kissed me in your presence before.”
“I am sorry. I did not know. Please forgive me for the previous night,” he held out his hand to her.

She looked at the scratch he had caused upon her hand. She stared into his eyes and saw sincerity in them. She slowly let him take her hand and allowed him to raise it to his lips.

“Come, I do not wish to leave Theoden,” he said.


Emilie sat beside Eowyn in the pavilion. Merry was called in by Theoden, and he began to tell him of the stories of the Shire. Some of them were rather amusing. They also spoke more of the Paths of the Dead, and Elenya kept trying to persuade them that he would come out alive. But then the captain of the guard lifted up the curtain and announced that a rider was there from Gondor. Theoden bid him enter, and it seemed that Boromir had arisen from the dead when Elenya first laid eyes on him. But she looked closer and saw it was not him. He presented Theoden with the Red Arrow. Theoden said he would come as swiftly as he could to aid Gondor. Gondor was already surrounded on all sides by the Enemy.

Theoden spoke, “You shall look on the muster of Rohan and ride away the gladder for the sight, and the swifter for the rest. In the morning all councils are best, and night changes many thoughts.”

Hirgon left and Merry spoke, “I will be ready for you King even if you bid me to go with you to the Paths of the Dead.”

“Speak not words of omen! For there may be more roads than one that could bear that name. But I did not say that I would bid you ride with me on any road. Good night!”


Poor Merry! Theoden would not let him come. Eowyn had presented Merry with a belt, a sword, and a jerkin of leather, though. The day was dark, and Elenya’s sleep was fitful. During the night she had many dreams like the one she had recieved in Edoras. They were all with Legolas. A cloud had arisen over them. She watched as Theoden spoke with Merry. The king would not allow him to come. Merry looked sorrowful. Poor little guy! She would have gone to him, but her voice was too easily recognized. Her face was covered in a helmet so she would no be seen. Besides, Eowyn went to Merry first. She overheard Eowyn say, “You may go with me. I will bear you under my cloak for you are small and not likely to be seen. Say no more to any man but come.”

“Thank you sir. I shall, but I do not know your name,” Merry said.

“Do you not? Call me Dernehelm!”

Emilie was glad that the hobbit could go, but her thoughts still dwelt on Legolas. What would happen to him? Where was he? She felt so stupid now. Now they were both in misery. She felt awful.

“I should have told you. Oh why didn’t I? I swear to you Legolas, that when you come out and if you come out, I shall tell you of my secret. I swear to you on the all my dead relatives even on the ones not feeling too good, I will tell you. I will tell you.”


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