“Elen, Elenya,” she heard a voice.
A warm palm held her hand. She was waking slowly but surely. Her eyes fluttered open. She saw Legolas’s face.
“Your smile could kill me,” she said.
A tear rolled down his cheek as he said, “I told you my star would not fade.” He brushed a hand across her cheek. “Too many days has Aragorn worked without rest healing you.”
“How many days have I been asleep?”
“Five at least since the battle.”
“Did we win?”
“You would not be in Minas Tirith, Gondor if we hadn’t.”
“I saw him Legolas. The dark lord. And orcs were torturing me. I was separated from everyone and everything completely and utterly alone nonexistent in a burning blackness. I was in hell.”
“Tis over now. And you are safe,” he planted a kiss upon her forehead. “Frodo has finished his quest. The Ring is destroyed.”
“A great relief for certain. I feel lively again,” she said sitting up.
“You should rest before the feast.”
“I’ve had all the sleep I want to take for five days. I want to get up. I don’t want to be haunted by those nightmares again. Please?”
She then noticed something. The clothes from her battle had been stripped away, and she was clothed in a white nightshift.
“Who did this?” she asked.
“The Gondorian maiden Telian was here, and she tended to your clothes.”
“Good. I thought you might have.”
“Never, Elenya! How could you think that?”
“I’m sorry. Forgive me. Drop the subject. What feast were you talking of?”
“There is a feast today celebrating our victory. There is much to say still. The King’s coronation shall be held tomorrow and his wedding.”
So he’s finally going to do it she thought.
“The evening is drawing near. I shall wait for you outside. I am to escort you to the pavilion where the feast is being held.”
“Oh a gentleman today?” she smiled.
“When have I ever naught been one?”
“Oh once in Rivendell and Lorien.”
“Those days have past. I am at your service tonight my star.”
She smiled as he walked away. Tonight would be an interesting night for her she would find out. She slowly climbed out of bed and looked at the dress laid out for her. She stepped into it. It was beautiful. More beautiful than any other dress she had ever worn. It shone like the stars and sparkled like silver. It was made of pure silk and rested comfortable below the shoulders. She combed her hair until it was soft and put the golden Elanor of Galadriel upon her head. She washed her face and stared at herself in the mirror. She looked so different here, but knew an American lay inside her heart. A heart that belonged to Legolas and no other. She stepped out of the door.
“Pardon, Prince. I took longer than I thought.”
She closed the door and turned around, but the face she met was not Legolas’s but Haldir’s. He took her hand and kissed it gently.
“What are you doing here?” she asked puzzled.
“I am here for Aragorn’s coronation and the feast. I heard you had been wounded in the battle. Elessar told me where you were staying. Long I quarreled with the Prince. He kept asking me if my intentions were noble. I finally convinced him to let me escort you. Shall we?”
She took his arm and allowed him to escort her to the pavilion. But as they drew near, he stopped in the middle of the courtyard.
“What is it?” she asked.
“Are you certain you will not reconsider my offer?”
“Haldir, I made my decision in Lorien. It is just as true today. I will not yield. I am sorry. We can still be friends.”
“Is it because of the Prince?”
“Are you in love with him?”
“That is a personal question, Haldir.”
“Which is why I am asking you personally,” he smiled slightly.
“Good grief! You really wish to know?”
“Yes,” said Haldir.
“Let me just say that I have felt his lips upon mine more than three times.”
“Look, Haldir. You will find someone so incredibly great for you, but not me.”
“I want you,” he said looking at her eyes.
“Don’t ask me. I belong to the Prince and no other.”
He took her arm and began to walk again.
“I should not have spoken. I am sorry.”
“No, really I-“
Haldir placed a hand over her mouth.
“You don’t need to say anything. The feast is waiting for you, lady,” he pointed to the pavilion. “But,” he said inching near her face, “Forgive me. May I?”
The next thing she knew, Haldir had kissed her briefly but still had kissed her. They walked silently into the pavilion where many she saw that she knew. She saw Eowyn, Faramir, Aragorn, Eomer, Imrahil, and many others. She rushed to Legolas’s side.
“Are you alright?” he asked.
“Yes. Where is Frodo?”
“Can you not tell?”
Frodo was sitting at the head of the table beside Aragorn. Everyone else with shouts of praise to him was surrounding him. Elenya went to Frodo and embraced him.
“Thank you Frodo. You have saved us all.”
“You have changed,” he said to her.
“So have you.”
Elenya faced Aragorn. The tears began to fall down her face. She hugged him tightly, “Thank you, thank you.” She faced him. “Thank you for what you did. You have saved my life in more ways than one.”
“Please,” he said. “You do me honor. You and I have been friends for the longest time. Think nothing of it please. Enjoy yourself. Good times are here.”
“Yes they are. And I am looking forward to your wedding.”
“As am I.”
Emilie spoke with many at the feast. She marveled at how the hobbits Merry and Pippin had grown from the ent draughts. She and Legolas were still there at the end of the feast when everyone else had gone.
“To bed I shall go now,” Frodo said.
“Me too,” Sam said yawning.
Emilie saw Legolas walk outside the pavilion. She followed him outside.
“You are unusually silent,” Emilie said to Legolas.
“I’ve been thinking on what you said.”
“I love you. I shall always love you. I am afraid to lose you. I do not know at this point. I shall make my decision after the wedding.”
“You look beautiful,” he gazed at her.
“Thank you. It was a wonderful feast.”
“Yes indeed it was. Aragorn will be very happy. I hope you and I shall be too.”
Legolas brushed a hand across her cheek and planted a soft kiss upon her forehead.
“Goodnight my Elenya.”