All around them was darkness. Legolas soon found a few candles and lit them. He set them on the table by his bed and then returned to the side of his guest. “Would you stay here tonight?”
“I wouldn’t think of doing anything else.”
The two just stood in the near dark, holding one another. As they stood there, the two started to sway, like they were hearing some melody known only to them. Legolas kissed her forehead and led Rowena over to a chair. He sat down and sat her on his lap. She curled up in a ball while he stroked her hair. It was a scene of complete contentment. Rowena snuggled in closer and whispered, “What’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen?”
Legolas looked down at Rowena. “Besides you?”
A crimson flush washed over Rowena’s cheeks. “Besides me.”
It didn’t take long for Legolas to answer. “I remember when I was an elfling, not much older than yourself, I loved to watch the stars from one of the many talans in the trees around the palace. To have nothing but the stars and the darkness to keep me company was very peaceful.” Legolas began to chuckle. “Father never liked me going off by myself, but mother thought it was good for me to be around nature.”
“I would say that your mother had the right counsel. An elf not being around nature sounds like a dwarf being cut off from its mountain home.”
“Ay, it does.” Legolas fell silent and began to stroke Rowena’s hair again. “Do you have any family little one?”
Rowena looked into Legolas’ eyes. “I have Imrahil and Adrahil before him. Their family is my family, always has been.”
“Not that way. Do you have any elven relatives? Can you remember?”
Rowena thought hard, it wasn’t hard to do, because this thought came to her as frequently as the sun rose in the sky. “I don’t remember much. I remember being held by a man who smelled of the forest. He had wrapped me in a blanket, because I don’t remember being cold. He walked through the forest for some time before he set me down on a grassy knoll. I can’t remember much else, except he stroked my head and called me vanima pen [pretty one] before he walked off into the forest.”
“Do you know why he left you there?”
“No, but the feeling I felt when he set me down was that he didn’t want to. It was almost like he had to.”
“Interesting. Is there anything else, anything at all?”
Rowena was starting to get upset. She left her lovers arms and stood in front of him. “Don’t you think I would have told you if there was? Legolas, I was an infant when I was left behind! Dol Amroth is all I remember, all I can remember.” Rowena shook her head and started to walk around the room. “I don’t see the point in all this. I’ve gotten used to the idea that I’m alone and I don’t see the need to go search for a heritage that isn’t there! Why can’t you just let me be?”
Legolas had no idea that her abandonment was such a sensitive subject for her. He rose out of his seat and walked toward Rowena, his hand extended. She took it and closed the gap between the two of them.
Using his thumb, Legolas wiped away the solitary tear that had fallen and was prepared for the others that were threatening their assault. He cupped Rowena’s head in his hand and she leaned into his touch. “I’m sorry,” she began. “I don’t know where that came from.”
“Don’t apologize; it was all my doing. I was leading you to a place where you were uncomfortable. That was wrong; I should be the one apologizing to you Eararma.” He kissed her lightly on the forehead. “Come, let’s go enjoy the starlight.”
Legolas pulled Rowena out onto the balcony. The moon was shining bright, but so were the stars that framed it. Legolas stood behind Rowena and wrapped an arm around her waist. With his other arm, he pointed toward an unusually bright star. “You see that?” Rowena nodded. “That’s Earendil the Mariner. He sails the heavens with the light of the last remaining Silmaril upon his brow.”
“It must comfort Arwen to be able to see her grandfather, even if he is only a point in the sky,” Rowena said thoughtfully.
“I would think so. Family is important to you, isn’t it?”
Rowena turned to look at Legolas. “If you don’t have family, what do you have?”
“And you favor the princes of Dol Amroth as your family?”
“I do. I watched Imrahil grow to become a great leader of his people. I cried when Finduilas passed into the Halls of Mandos. I cried with joy when Lothiriel wedded Eomer Eadig of Rohan. They have accepted me as family and so have I with them. I need no one else.”
“Do you not need me?”
“I will always need you, but I keep my family close to my heart. They were the only ones that looked past the pointed ears and elven sleep. For as long as I am in Arda, I will never stop singing their praises.”
Legolas pulled Rowena in closer. “Then go ahead. I love to hear you sing.”
Rowena didn’t start singing right away, but started to hum a tune of her own making. It had no words or set notes, but could simply be described as the inner workings of a creative mind.
Legolas didn’t care if it was an elven hymn or a hobbit drinking song; it was beautiful because it came from her lips. Hers was one of the most beautiful voices he had heard in his wanderings around Middle Earth. The only song he could match to her was the lament the elves of Lothlorien had given for Gandalf so many years before.
Rowena soon finished and the two elves were left with the silence. Out of that silence another voice filled the void. It rang out clear and bright. “It’s Arwen,” Legolas commented. “She’s singing the song of Nimrodel and Amroth.”
“She must have heard us. The royal chambers aren’t that far from where we stand.”
“Have you heard this song before?”
“No, but you would be silent long enough, maybe I would,” Rowena said with a smile.
“Then I will be silent.” The two stood on the balcony until Arwen finished and returned to the chambers that Elessar and she shared. Soon Rowena and Legolas followed suit and went inside.
Rowena left Legolas’ embrace and sat on the bed, motioning Legolas to follow her. He gladly complied and was soon sitting next to the raven-headed beauty that had stolen his heart underneath his nose. “That was beautiful,” Rowena managed to whisper.
“Arwen was known for more than her beauty in Imladris. It will be a blessing to Gondor if her children share the same talent as their mother.”
“I agree.” Silence soon filled the room, and was replaced by a giggle from Rowena. “I just realized, I don’t have the proper garments to spend the night with you, my woodland prince.”
“I can soon fix that.” Legolas left Rowena sitting on the bed and went out onto the balcony. Using his skills with climbing trees, he quickly made his way one level up to where the elf-maiden resided. He went inside her changing room, which had been prepared the same way his had been the night before. He took the nightgown in his hand and made the journey back to his balcony.
When he returned to his room, he handed the article of clothing to Rowena. “I hope this meets with your approval.”
“I believe it will. Thank you.” Rowena stole a kiss from Legolas’ lips before walking toward his dressing room.
She knew that elves had no qualms with exposing their naked bodies to each other, but being reared in the world of men had given Rowena a sense of modesty that elves sometimes lacked. She wasn’t ready to give that part of herself away, so she found herself a secluded corner and undressed, donning the nightgown almost immediately.
When she returned to the main chamber, Legolas just smiled. The candles he had lit when they entered were almost burnt out, letting the moonlight enter the room freely without restraint. Rowena was standing in one of the biggest shafts of light and it was all he could do not to take her then. The nightgown she wore was of the palest blue silk, and even though it reached the floor, it only accentuated Rowena’s becoming figure.
Trying to push away the thoughts that were running through his mind at blinding speed, Legolas managed to speak a few words. “I trust that it’s all right for me to change as well?”
“It’s your room Legolas; you can do as you please.”
For Rowena’s sake, Legolas also changed in the dressing room, leaving Rowena alone in the dark. She went over to the bed and climbed in under the blankets. She breathed in deep and let the smell of the forest once again fill her senses. It wasn’t long before Legolas joined her, wrapping his arm around her waist and intertwining his fingers with her own. “Sleep well little one. Have pleasant dreams.”
Rowena brought Legolas’ hand to her lips and kissed it. “The same to you melamin [my love].”
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