So much to relish in this chapter!
a battle they did not hope to win, for that was not why they were going...
That aspect of the Captains of the West's ride to the Black Gate always breaks my heart, as you know.
I love the description of Legolas turning his own Song to the healing of his body; that Elven interweaving of spirit and body feels just right. And throughout the chapter, even though Legolas doesn't remember who he is yet, his Wood-elven nature and its contrast both with the stone city of Men and with the Peredhil/Noldor comes through beautifully. This is just perfect:
the notes of green leaves, of clear forest streams running over mossy, granite rocks, tumbling into shady pools where ferns grew and sunlight dappled...
That's my beloved Legolas, all right.
just like Thranduil if Legolas forgot his manners — that imperious, quizzical stare that needed no word and every one of his grown sons would drop their gaze and shuffle.
Hoh, yes! And Pippin and Gandalf are both so in-character. in case, just for a change, you speak without thinking first!'
Am so glad that Elrohir has defeated his temptations, even though the place he's left in as a result is so sad.
This is such a tough, sad point in the story both in the canon and here - powerfully rendered but I am so hoping for happiness in the end! More please!