11. Frodo Baggins
Calavénë stood outside the dining hall. She waited patiently to be summoned inside. She and Haldir reached Caras Galadhon two hours before first light. He escorted her to the palace and waited until she entered her chamber. They did not speak two words to each other. When they reached the palace the only words Haldir uttered to her were, "Nai haryuvalyë melwa rë, pen dithen."
She walked as fast as she could towards the balcony outside her room. She stood there watching Haldir make his way to his talan. Her heart thundered aloud as she watched him disappear behind the trees, "Le no an-uir nîn, Haldir O' Lorien?"
Calavénë made her way to the pool and freshened herself in order to be presentable for Lady Galadriel. She changed into her one of her best gowns and braided her hair into intricate patterns. She made her way to the dining hall once she heard her voice in her mind.
Not long after, Galadriel spoke to Calavénë, "Come in pen neth. Join us for breakfast."
Calavénë timidly pushed the door ajar and inside she saw a few other people sitting around the table. There were four little hobbits, an elf of noble descendant, two men and a dwarf. She could also see Rumil and Orophin who beamed when they caught sight of her. Her adoptive sister was also present. It has been a while since she last saw Mirnimmeril.
Lady Galadriel stood up, addressing her guests, "I would like to introduce another of my lady in waiting, my adoptive charge, Calavénë. She is learning the arts of healing."
Calavénë nodded to the crowd. She walked slowly towards her seat. Her ankle has not fully healed. Seeing as how her steps were restricted, the little hobbit with big blue eyes stood up and approached her, "Are you not well my lady?"
Calavénë crouched down to allow her gaze to meet his. She took his little hand and placed it in hers, "I am well little one. I have only sprained my ankle a few days earlier. Thank you for asking Master…"
The little hobbit blushed, "My name is Frodo. Frodo Baggins my lady."
Calavénë smiled, "Well Master Baggins. Let us take our places and enjoy breakfast. I heard the cook has prepared a wonderful feast." She held his little hand and together they walked back towards the table.
She nodded curtly towards Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn. The room was radiating with pure energy. Calavénë sat next to Frodo. In front of her were the two men. Lady Galadriel began the introductions, "Calavénë this is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. He is one of the rangers of the north. He is also Arwen's betrothed." Calavénë smiled and nodded at the ranger. He had the bearing of noble men. He was also Arwen's intended. Calavénë was sure there was more to the ranger than meets the eye.
Galadriel introduced the other man as Boromir, son of Denethor Steward of Gondor. He too had a noble air about him. Yet he seemed to be intimidated by the Lady of Light. Next in line was the stout dwarf, "Calavénë, this is master Gimli, son of Gloin. It has been too long since we have received the stout folk of Moria into our midst. It is my great pleasure to once again have the company of dwarves."
Calavénë nodded at the broad dwarf, "It is my pleasure to have met your acquaintance master Gimli." The dwarf nodded to her and gave her the warmest smile.
The little hobbits were anxious in their seats waiting for their turn to be introduced to the fair maiden. Galadriel smiled and addressed the hobbits, "These are our most interesting and charming guests to date. Meet Merry, Pippin and Samwise. You have already met Frodo."
The eager hobbits rose from their chairs and stumbled upon each other in their attempt to shake Calavénë's delicate hand. The smallest of the three managed to hold Calavénë's hand, "My lady! My name is Pippin. It is my pleasur-e…"
The next hobbit in line pushed Pippin aside and held Calavénë's hand in turn, "Don't mind him. He's just my annoying cousin. I am Merry, formally known as Meriadoc Brandybuck." He bowed down and kissed her hand.
Calavénë chuckled at their antics. She lifted her gaze and saw a plump little hobbit who was hesitating to approach her, "And who might you be little hobbit?"
Samwise stepped forward and introduced himself, "I am Samwise Gamgee. I am Mr. Frodo's gardener."
At this very moment the little blue-eyed hobbit spoke, "He is not just my gardener my lady. He is also my fierce friend and brother."
Calavénë stood up and walked towards the little plump hobbit, "I see you are brave Samwise. It is my pleasure to have met you."
Calavénë returned to the table and await the last introduction for the fellowship. Galadriel turned her attention to the handsome warrior sitting next to Gimli, "Calavénë, this Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood. He is the son of King Thranduil."
Legolas was the first to speak, "Gîl síla na lû govaded. Le suilon."
Calavénë studied the young prince. He was a beautiful creature. A handsome face that was framed by the shiniest of mane, kind blue eyes and his body was lithe and slender. His beauty could not be matched in any way by any living elf except perhaps Haldir. To Calavénë, Haldir was perfect in all his imperfections.
"Mae govannen, Legolas Thranduillion. Man mathach?" Calavénë was happy to again be conversing in her mother tongue with a distant kin.
Legolas smiled, "I am well. The Lorien hospitality seems to suit us well. Thank you for your inquiries Lady Calavénë."
There was a knock on the door outside the hall. Galadriel could sense that it was the Marchwarden. He was invited to breakfast and it seems he was running late. Galadriel beckoned him to enter, "Enter Haldir."
Breathing became a dangerous task for Calavénë. Her heart raced and her head was spinning. Last night something happened between them and Haldir chose not to react. Would today bring a different surprise? Calavénë stared at the door. Her heart skipped a beat when he walked in clad in his formal attire of midnight blue. He crossed the room in a few strides and stopped just before he reached the dining table.
Haldir bowed at the crowd sitting around the dining table, "Maer aur. Im gelir ceni ad lín." He turned looked at Calavénë and a smile formed on his lips. She looked divine in his eyes, like that of a delicate flower which the petals he has forced open before it's time. He could see her light up when his gaze met hers. Guilt covered his heart. He will have to make her understand his situation. The last thing he wanted was to mislead her and this he had already done.
Galadriel watched as Calavénë and Haldir exchanged glances. The both of them still have a long way to go before she would intervene. Haldir has yet to learn something from his encounter with Calavénë and her adoptive daughter must prove herself worthy of the life of the Eldar. The guests were beginning to notice their odd behaviour.
Galadriel decided to end this before any of them became suspicious of the Marchwarden and her lady in waiting, "Join us Haldir." Haldir took his seat next to Calavénë and the assemblage continued their conversation and ate the most wonderful breakfast Lorien could offer.
Not long after breakfast Galadriel approached Calavénë, "Pen vuin, I must have a word with you in private. Come to my chamber in an hour's time. There are some pressing matters I must discuss with you."
Uneasiness took hold of her. What was the reason for this urgent discussion? Did Lady Galadriel know the things she had tried to conceal? Calavénë knew of Lady Galadriel's power. She has tried her very best not to think of her woes whenever she is in the presence of the lady. Did her plan failed miserably? Calavénë bowed her head in agreement but her heart feared the hour to come.
The members of the fellowship returned to the pavilion that was assigned to them. Calavénë watched as the little hobbits jumped and giggled merrily along their walk. Frodo however seemed drawn from the rest of the crowd. Perhaps Gandalf's death had a deeper toll on him then the others? Maybe the ring's power was beginning to drain him of his love for life? Calavénë watched with concerned eyes as he disappeared behind a corner.
Calavénë turned around and found that she was alone in the hall with Haldir. He was still seating at the table with a goblet in his hand, lost in his own thoughts. Calavénë approached the Marchwarden who seemed not to notice her presence.
She sat down next to him, crouching forward to look at his face, "My lord is there something troubling you?"
Her question went unanswered. Haldir was lost in a sea of thoughts. He did not seem to have heard her. Calavénë reached out and held his hand gently in hers. Finally, she was able to illicit some reaction from the Marchwarden.
"Calavénë! Forgive me. My mind is elsewhere today," Haldir pulled away his hand as swiftly as he could. He cannot let this dangerous game between them to continue. He would avoid her; yes that is the best solution for this predicament.
Calavénë was surprised to see such behaviour, "Do not be so quick to pull away from me, my lord. I merely sought to touch your hand. I was not claiming a stake at your heart…"
Haldir was hurt by her words. He could not fathom why could the words he wanted to hear be causing him such hurt? It is a good thing that she does not want a claim at his heart, is it not?
Haldir watched as she rose from her chair and left the hall. He sighed, a mixture of relieve and sadness, "Forgive me, pen dithen…"
Calavénë sat quietly in Galadriel's chamber. The Lady of Light was staring away into the distant, trying to see things as it is. It took a few moments before she came round and addressed the young elleth in front of her, "Tell me, pen neth, how goes your studies?"
Calavénë smiled, "It is well my lady. Herdir Annoguil has spared none of his knowledge. I gain insights every day."
Galadriel nodded. Annoguil has always been generous with knowledge, "It is good to hear. I have a task for you my dear and I hope you will do me the great service of accepting."
"I will do everything in my power to complete the task given to me, my lady. Do tell what is expected of me?" Calavénë waited patiently for the lady to speak.
Galadriel continued, "The fellowship is to remain here for a month. They need to regain their strength and mourn the lost of Gandalf, their guide. You have met the little hobbit named Frodo. Your task lies with him."
Calavénë was surprised at the mention of her task, "With master Baggins, my lady?"
Galadriel smiled, "Yes, henn. He has taken the death of Mithrandir to heart. His sorrow runs deep into his heart and it does not fare well as he is also the ring bearer. I want you to befriend him. Lend him your company and ease his pain. His fea must be strong again for the ring will corrupt him if it does not. Would you do this for me, pen vuin? You have a warm heart that does not judge. Your heart also posses the ability to bring forth love in the most improbable of people. I hope you will succeed."
Calavénë nodded, "I will do my best, my lady. Frodo has a good heart but it is marred. I will do all that is in my power to help ease his pain. Will that be all, my lady?"
Galadriel raise her hand, "One moment, Calavénë. I sensed a storm in your heart. I can only read your mind pen neth but what secrets you lock in your heart, are your own. But it does not mean I cannot feel that your heart is troubled. Is there anything you wish to tell me?"
Calavénë sat silently in her chair. She wanted to tell the Lady of her woes but fears her retribution. She deserves some time for herself, to discover and test new boundaries with Haldir. She looked at lady Galadriel and answered, "No my lady. At least nothing I could not handle by myself. I will take my leave then."
Calavénë closed the door behind her. It was indeed a close encounter with Lady Galadriel. Calavénë sighed. She did not mean to conceal her true emotions from her adoptive naneth. She only figured that for once, she would try and solve her own predicaments. She would allow herself sometime to pursue the matter before she would have anyone intervene. She shook her head. Now, to more pressing matters, Frodo.
Frodo Baggins sat alone on a perch in the pavilion. He did not join his fellow hobbits in their little games. Merry and Pippin were rolling on the ground, locked in an epic wrestling battle. It seems Marry was winning being bigger and slightly taller than his younger cousin, Pippin. The stout hobbit, Samwise sat not far from the blue eyed hobbit, his gaze never leaving Frodo for too long.
Calavénë walked towards the assemblage holding a tray of treats and refreshments for them to enjoy, "I hope I am not interrupting your reveries. I have some refreshments here."
At the sound of food and sweets, the little hobbit Pippin jumped up and grabbed the tray away from Calavénë's hands, "Thank you my lady! How did you know it was time for elevenses?"
Calavénë smiled and made her way towards the lone hobbit sitting on the small rock, "I hope I am not interrupting you Frodo. May I seat next to you?"
Frodo was surprised at her request but obliged nevertheless. It was an honour to have such a noble lady taking interest in him, "Please my lady, have a seat."
Calavénë sat down next to the little Baggins, "Why are you not participating in the fascinating wrestling game? Surely you can take on Pippin."
Frodo smiled weakly, "I cannot my lady. The wound from Weathertop still plagues me. It hurts if I exert myself."
Calavénë nodded, "Forgive me. I had no knowledge of the incident. Frodo, would you be kind enough to walk with me through the woods? The morning is too beautiful to let it go to waste."
Frodo pondered the request for a moment. He liked spending time with the lady but he still has reservation on her motives. But after dismissing the thought of her having ill intentions, Frodo agreed to accompany her, "Yes, my lady! I would love that very much."
The odd couple walked along the paths surrounding the gardens. Calavénë held Frodo's hand and together they talked about Lorien and the Shire. When talking about the Shire, a warm light shone in his eye. He misses it terribly that was evident. Frodo told her of Bilbo Baggins, his uncle. He seemed to be missing his family very much. Frodo told her of his parents' death and how Bilbo took him in. He recalled his younger days and how he met Gandalf.
There was a sad tone in his voice when he spoke of him. Frodo looked up at the fair elf maiden, "Have you met Gandalf my lady?"
Calavénë shook her head, "No, Frodo. I did not have the chance to meet Gandalf. Last he came to Lorien I was still an elfling. Tell me, Frodo. What was Gandalf like?"
Frodo smiled and began telling Calavénë of the wizard, "Oh, Gandalf was my greatest friend. I met him the first time when he came to visit Bilbo. He was a very interesting man. He had a big pointy had and his beard was as grey as ash wood. He liked to smoke the pipe weed. Old Toby was his favourite. He was a great storyteller and he had wonderful fireworks…"
The sun reached its highest point in the sky. Calavénë had tears in her eyes. Frodo's tale of the wizard touched her heart and soul. Indeed, Gandalf was a wonderful person. She has never personally met him and now she wished she had. Calavénë looked at the little hobbit. Tears fell from his eyes in between his silent sobs.
He wiped the tears away using the sleeve of his shirt, "And now he is gone. All because I suggested that we take the route to Moria. I wished he did not ask me to make the decision. Had I chose the pass of Caradhras, Gandalf would still be here. Gandalf's death was my fault. It was my fault…"
Calavénë held Frodo who was now beginning to cry earnestly. At long last, Calavénë found the reason for his sorrow. He blamed himself for Gandalf's death.
She whispered soothing words to him, "No, Frodo. Gandalf's death was not of your doing. He was taken by a Balrog. No one could have predicted this. All of us thought there were no longer Balrogs in Middle Earth. You could not have known. Clear your mind of this guilt Frodo. You carry a heavy burden. It will destroy you…"
Frodo looked up at the elleth in front of him, "But I miss him terribly. How can I continue on this task? Who am I to turn to if I need guidance?"
Calavénë embraced him, "All the guidance you need is inside you. Remember all the things Gandalf has taught you and you will not go astray. You still have friends who will go to any lengths to keep you out of harm's way."
Frodo stayed in Calavénë arms for a little longer, "I miss him… I do…"
The fellowship has been staying in Lorien for three weeks now. During this time, Calavénë and Frodo became fast friends and she was glad to see him slowly returning to his old self. Although according to Samwise, Frodo was still not quite the same but he was pleased to see him smiling again. Calavénë has also struck a bizarre friendship with Gimli who taught her how to throw an axe. She has also enjoyed the time spent with Legolas and Aragorn. Boromir on the other hand kept to himself most of the time.
Calavénë sat with Legolas and Gimli listening to Merry and Pippin singing songs from the Shire. These two little hobbits were the life of the assemblage. Their antics and songs have kept them amused and for a while the sorrow of losing Gandalf was forgotten. But for Calavénë, her heartache has just begun.
Since the breakfast they had three weeks ago, Calavénë has not seen Haldir. He had purposely avoided her, Calavénë was sure of it. She misses him terribly, his face, his scent and his touch. She could not understand his hesitation. True, she did not profess her love to him as yet but surely he knows from the way she kissed him. The memories of Haldir haunted her nights. Each morning she smiles and performed her duties well but when night comes she came undone. Tears were her only comfort and sometime tears alone weren't enough.
Legolas sensed the change in her. He looked at the elleth intently. She was truly beautiful. Her golden hair gleamed under the sun, so radiant and lively. But her fea… her fea was troubled. He took her delicate hand and brought it to his lips. Calavénë was surprised at the gesture and looked at Legolas questioningly, "What troubles you, pen dithen?"
Calavénë smiled weakly, "Troubles? Whatever do you mean Legolas? I am well."
Legolas shook his head, "I have lived longer than you pen neth. I know when a heart is troubled and the fea affected. Tell me…"
Calavénë looked straight ahead, lost in her thoughts. At that very moment, Haldir walked towards the pavilion with Rumil and Orophin. She gasped and Legolas could feel her heart beat rising. He looked at her and then again at Haldir. Legolas smiled to himself. So this is what troubles her, he thought, the Marchwarden.
Calavénë watched as Haldir approached Aragorn. They were in deep discussion, perhaps over matters of their training. Her gaze never left him and her heart ached for him. Legolas touched her hand again, "Tell him…"
She looked at Legolas with sorrow in her eyes, "Tell him what my lord?"
Legolas smiled and stroked her cheek, "That you love him…"
Calavénë chuckled nervously, "Love him? You are mistaken my lord Legolas. I do not love him. No one can love the Marchwarden…"
Legolas shook his head at her tone, "No one but you. He is a worthy effort. He has been my friend for many years now. Trust me when I say, if anyone could break the tough exterior it will be you."
Calavénë watched as Haldir turned to leave. Her heart leaped in her chest. She wanted to talk to him, tell him the tales of her heart. Legolas placed a hand on her shoulder, "Go to him. Tell him…"
Calavénë looked up at Legolas who had the utmost compassion in his eyes, "But he does not love me…"
Legolas bent down and kissed the top of her head, "Has he told you this? If not then do not make assumptions. Tell him and give him time. Go pen vuin…"
Calavénë stood up and ran towards the direction Haldir went. Today she must tell him. Today he will know the extent of her love for him!
Haldir walked along the forest near Caras Galadhon. A twinge of jealousy gripped his heart when he saw Calavénë sitting with Legolas, engrossed in an amusing conversation. What was happening to him? Why would he envy Legolas? He did not love Calavénë and she is free to do whatever she may please, including conversing with Legolas. Haldir sighed. Has he fallen for her? He does not dare think of the possibility. He will not permit himself to experience the pain again.
Haldir walked slowly, revelling in the beauty of the golden forest. He stopped abruptly when the sound of footsteps reached his ear. He turned around and saw Calavénë, "Why have you come?"
Calavénë stopped. Her heart twitched in pain at the tone of his voice, "I wanted to have a word with you. I did not mean to disturb you."
Haldir watched the elleth in front of him. The image of Legolas stroking her cheek burned the insides of his skull, "What is it?"
Haldir was not going to ease this conversation. He stood there frozen and expressionless. Calavénë walked towards him with small steps, wary of his actions. She approached him slowly and was now standing in front of him. There were only a few inches of space between them. Haldir did not retract but instead he looked at her with eyes dark as the night.
Calavénë tip toed and brought her lips upon his. Her kiss was soft and airy. It felt like a breeze had just brushed his lips. Haldir did not react. Calavénë circled her arms around his neck and pulled his lips closer to hers. Her kiss deepened and her breathing became ragged. Haldir felt his defences melting away. He closed his eyes and pulled her into his arms.
Calavénë felt her body being lifted and soon she was on the ground with the soft moss under her body. Haldir pressed his body on to hers, desperately trying to feel her whole existence. His kisses grew impatient and gently he parted her lips. His tongue delved in deeper, caught in dance with hers. He licked and sucked on her lower lips making her moan. Her hands held him close to her body, not wanting to let go. She missed him, truly.
Haldir kissed her chin and her neck. His playful tongue licking patterns in the nook of her neck making her giggle. His hand cupped her breast, gently squeezing. She arched her back to give him better access to her trembling body. She turned and licked his ears. Haldir's body jerked upwards at the sudden touch. He continued his sweet assault. Calavénë held him close and whispered in his ears, "Le melon…"
Haldir stopped his actions and pulled his body of her as fast as he could. This did not surprise Calavénë who merely pressed on, "Haldir, I love you…"
Haldir had his back towards her. He thought this was a timid elleth but today she has made it difficult for him. Knowing that she loves him from a far made it easier for him to disregard her but now after the declaration of love? He would have to deny her love and this Haldir knew would cause her pain.
Calavénë approached him, "Did you not hear me? I said…"
Haldir spoke at long last, "I heard you."
Calavénë's heart was going wild in anticipation, "And?"
Haldir turned to look at her, "And what? What do you want me to say? I do not love you Calavénë."
Tears flowed from her eyes. Did she expect this answer? Perhaps but maybe not as cruel. She dried her tears, "You do not love me? Then tell me, what was the kiss about? You cannot kiss someone like so without caring about them. You love me Haldir."
He was beginning to feel pestered, "You think you know more of my feelings that myself? I do not love you. All the kisses we shared were nothing more than the evidence of our lust. I should not have let my desires for you made you think otherwise. I merely sought to find pleasure with you. I am sure; once your mind has cleared you will see that you too sought pleasure from me…"
Haldir closed his eyes. The sudden pain across his face caught him by surprise. Calavénë had struck his face, "Nay! Do not tell me what I feel is lust. You have chosen to lie to yourself Haldir but I cannot. Not have you just rejected my love you have also insulted my feelings. Even animals know how to be kind Marchwarden, unlike yourself. My love for you is pure and the kisses were its gift. You have broken my heart in a million pieces. I could never forgive you…"
Calavénë backed away and turned around. With all the strength she could muster, Calavénë ran back to her talan with hot tears falling down her cheeks. The pain in her chest was unbearable. It felt as though someone had stabbed a hot blade into her heart. She clutched her chest and ran away as fast as she could from him.
Little did the both of them know that Orophin stood motionless as he watched what had transpired between his brother and his friend.
A week had passed. Calavénë mostly kept to herself this past week only to go out in the evening to meet the members of the fellowship. It seems only Merry and Pippin's antics could soothe her battered heart. Legolas felt her more forlorn that last week. Things did not go well for her, he thought. Surely enough, everyone had noticed the change in her. Calavénë did not want to discuss the matter with anyone.
The fellowship would be leaving Lorien today. Calavénë and Mirnimmeril were to accompany Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn to the river. The members of the fellowship were to depart in the boats Lorien provided. Calavénë arrived near the embankment together with Lady Galadriel on her boat. She could see the members of the fellowship getting ready to depart.
Legolas was loading the boat with supplies. Aragorn was having a private word with Lord Celeborn. Calavénë could feel someone's gaze never leaving her. She felt uneasy and scanned the area for this person. Her heart dropped when she saw Haldir standing near a tree gazing at her intently. He was wearing his uniform and he had his bow in his hand. There was no emotion on his beautiful face but his eyes were again a darker shade. Calavénë averted her gaze, paying no heed to the ellon.
Soon the time to depart came upon them. Lady Galadriel bestowed upon them gifts that would help them in their quest. To Legolas, she gave him a new bow of the Galadhrim. Beautiful Noldorin daggers were bestowed upon Merry and Pippin who seemed eager to begin their quest. For Sam, she gave an Elvish rope made of Hithlain. Gimli received the most precious of gifts, three strands of her golden hair. Boromir was gifted with a dagger crafted by the skills of the elves and for Aragorn she had nothing more to give him, for he bears with him the jewel of the Evenstar.
Galadriel touched the pendant on Aragorn's neck, "Am meleth dîn. I ant e guil Arwen Undómiel pígatha."
Aragorn looked at her with sadness in his eyes, "Aníron i e broniatha, ad ae periatham athar i methid en-amar hen. Aníron i e círatha na Valannor."
Galadriel spoke with great distinction, "The choice is yet before her. You have your own choices to make Aragorn. To rise above the height of all your fathers since the days of Elendil or to fall into darkness with all that is left of your kin. Nadath nâ i moe cerich. Dan ...ú-'eveditham, Elessar. Namárië." Aragorn bowed and made his way to the boat.
It was now Frodo's turn to receive his gift. The Lady of Light approached him, "Farewell, Frodo Baggins. I give you the light of Eärendil, our most beloved star. May it be a light for you in dark places, when all other lights go out."
Calavénë watched as the little hobbit came up to her, "Farewell my lady. I will miss your company the most. You have been a great friend to me."
Calavénë knelt in front of him, "As you have for me, Frodo. I will miss you dearly. If ever you come by Lorien again do not forget me."
Frodo nodded and gave her a hug, "I will. You are also welcome to visit the Shire any time. I would be very happy to have you there."
Legolas came forward, "Ná Elbereth veria le, ná elenath dín síla erin rád o chuil lín. No melon hîlar nan hâd gîn."
Tears filled Calavénë eyes, "Gen hannon. Calo anor na ven, Legolas Thranduillion. May we meet again someday."
Haldir watched as Legolas leaned in and kissed Calavénë on the lips. The kiss was brief but it sparked anger in his heart. Calavénë embraced the prince and with sad eyes she looked at Haldir who seemed not to notice her sorrow. Instead all he saw was her affection towards the elf Prince.
The fellowship pushed away from shore. The rest of Lorien stood watching them row away. The fate of Middle Earth lies with the destruction of the one ring. Calavénë prayed silently to the Valar to aid her friends in their quest.
Nai haryuvalyë melwa rë, pen dithen
- May you have a lovely day, little one
Le no an-uir nîn, Haldir O' Lorien?
- Will you be mine forever, Haldir of Lorien?
Gîl síla na lû govaded. Le suilon
- A star shines on the time of our meeting. I greet thee.
Mae govannen, Legolas Thranduillion. Man mathach?
- Well met, Legolas Thranduil. How do you feel?
Maer aur. Im gelir ceni ad lín
- Good morning. I am happy to see you again
Am meleth dîn. I ant e guil Arwen Undómiel pígatha
- For her love. I fear the grace of Arwen Evenstar will diminish.
Aníron i e broniatha, ad ae periatham athar i methid en-amar hen. Aníron i e círatha na Valannor
- I would have her leave these shores and be with her people. I would have her take the ship to Valinor.
Nadath nâ i moe cerich. Dan ...ú-'eveditham, Elessar. Namárië
- There is much you have yet to do. We shall not meet again, Elessar. Farewell
Ná Elbereth veria le, ná elenath dín síla erin rád o chuil lín. No melon hîlar nan hâd gîn
- May Elbereth protect you, may her stars shine on the path of your life. May love shine upon your path
Gen hannon. Calo anor na ven, Legolas Thranduillion
- I thank you. May the sun shine on your road, Legolas Thranduil
Henn - child
Pen dithen – little one
Pen neth – young one
Pen vuin – dear one
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