A yawn slipped from my lips as I watched the Entmoot continue in the amber light of the setting sun. Before me the Ents swayed back and forth, humming to one another in their slow speech. As another yawn spilled from my mouth, I moved my hand to cover it and in doing so I accidently nudged Athae in the ribs. She lifted her head up and released an annoyed huff from her nose, and a glare hung in her eyes.
“Sorry,” I whispered, running my hand through her mane.
Beside me, Pippin was softly snoring with his back resting on the rough bark of the tree. Merry was passing in front of us, impatiently watching the Ents conversation. As he slept, Pippin’s head moved to the side slightly and I watched, and amused smile sweeping my lips, his head roll off of the side of the tree trunk; instantly waking him up.
“It’s been going on for hours!” Merry grumbled when he realised that young Peregrin Took had woken.
“Calm yourself, mister Brandybuck,” I called a loving smile on my face as Pippin wriggled into my side, “Good things come to those who wait!”
“They must have decided something by now,” Pippin yawned, looking up at the Ents with sleep in his eyes.
“Decided?” Treebeard said in his oaky voice, turning around as he did with screaming joints, “No. We only just finished saying good morning.”
“But it’s night time already. You can’t take forever!” Merry growled.
Although he had his back to me, I could see his anger through his scrunched up shoulders, his rigid back and his fisted hands.
“Don’t be hasty!” Treebeard replied.
“We’re running out of time.”
Merry turned from Treebeard and stomped over to us, his forehead crinkled as he glowered at the ground.
“Calm yourself, Merry. The Ents are an old species and they themselves are old, therefore their speech shall also be slow,” I said, a light reassuring smile on my face.
“But the war has already started. The others are already involved and we are sat on the side doing nothing.”
“Do not bed for war, Merry. War is a horrid venture and none should beg for it. Aragorn, Gimli and Legolas know war; they are experienced fighters. As am I. Yet do not beg for it. For I could never wish for you to witness such evils.”
With a thud, Merry dropped to my other side and rested his head on my shoulder. Gently, I kissed the top of his head and then lent onto the bark of the tree behind me; staring up at the starlit sky. By mentioning Aragorn, Gimli and Legolas, my mind began to wander to them; my heart aching to know of them. I was happy, thankful even, when the dull ache filled my head and slowly my vision began to blur.
I was stood in a partially physical form, in an unrecognisable room, beside Aragorn who was pulling on his armour. The chainmail he had on looked heavy and was noticeably old from the metal links that had turned a brownish colour from the decay of time. On top he placed a beaten up vest that looked to be at least fifty years old and had seen quite a bit of action from the replaced patches that littered it. His strapped his sword belt on around his waist, tying it securely in place. The, Aragorn bent to pick something else up, but Legolas was holding his sword out for him.
“We have trusted you this far. You have not led us astray,” Legolas said as he handed the silver blade over to Aragorn. Solemnly, he bowed his head, “Forgive me. I was wrong to despair.”
A smile slid onto my rose lips as I extended my arm to him and lightly gripped his muscular tricep.
“Ú-moe edaved, Legolas.”
[There is nothing to forgive, Legolas.]
They put their hands on each other’s shoulders and warmly smiled at one another; a sight that warmed my heart, my love and my son acting as equals.
This heart felt moment was ruined by Gimli who strolled into the room with a chainmail shirt on.
“We had time, I’d get this adjusted,” he grumbled and dropped the bunched up chainmail; which fell all the way to the floor – and even a few rolls bunched up around his feet – he looked over to Legolas and Aragorn realising what had happened and reasoned, “It’s a little tight across the chest.”
Aragorn nodded his head quite seriously, although the struggle to supress a grin was obvious, whilst Legolas kindly smiled at him.
I, however, could not hold back a soft giggle as I lightly gripped Legolas’ arm. Instantly, Legolas’ head whispered towards me; his sensitive ears hearing me. I smiled up at him, curiosity filling me, as I lightly squeezed his arm. His eyes widened at the action and gently he placed his hand on the area where my own was; alas I was not physically there so his hand simply passed straight through my own.
“Authiel,” He whispered with a sad yet loving smile on his lips.
“Hello, my love,” I replied sadly.
The silence was interrupted by a loud, familiar horn rippled through the air; attracting my own and my companions’ attention. Legolas cocked his head to the side and stated, “That is no Orc horn,” Before he quickly sprinted out of the room; presumably running towards the main gate.
I could feel the familiar tug back to reality tingling through my body. Yet before I did return familiar calm face with long blond hair and dressed in his Lothlorien garb with his silver sword on his belt. And as the Valar whisked me back to the real world with a content smile on my lips, “Haldir.”