In Darkness and In Doubt
Part 6
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“How long do I have to prepare?” he
asked, knowing he was going to regret this.< sty style="mso-spacerun:
yes"> But his curiosity got the best of him.
and as soon as he was aware it had gone awry, he would haul the Hobbit to
Aragorn to save his own skin.
There was an inherent danger though, that Saralonde would be punished as
well as her Elf. That chance
caused Boromir to rethink his position.
But it was too late now.
Galadriel stood and looked down on him as if he were a canary that had
been cornered by the cat.
She made an insincere bow to him.
Grove and wait there. If anything
goes wrong you will claim you are there on an outing with her.
He lounged back in the chair, giving
her a half smirk. “Crystal,
Lady. We’ll be ready.”
The Elf woman left without another
word, offering him a look before she left. Boromir frowned, now sorting through all her words to try
and discern how much of that was rubbish.
Plenty of her schemes had hidden agendas. He was no fool as not to see that. Yet there was always the possibility that her secrets would
serve him. He was no patriot.
conditions of Elves, one way or another.
He cared not if his king raped and murdered. There was no reason for him to do these things, except that
he was restless. Some of her words
had spoken to some dead part of his soul, he admitted to himself.
Hissing in an irritated breath, Boromir
pulled himself from the chair and headed into the bedroom where Saralonde lay,
nude beneath his sheets. She was
pleasantly asleep, her face restful instead of weary. Innocent despite all the darkness that had threatened to
take her. He wondered if her
little Elf lover would display that same innocence. Aragorn had been counseled by Galadriel, as was every High
King from Isildur’s grandson and on.
Aragorn had soaked in her darkness, leaving no trace of Boromir’s
boyhood friend.
He knelt on the bed, smoothing his hand
down her back, brushing the sheet from her. Her skin was warm to his touch. Saralonde awakened and pushed her hands to the mattress in
order to get up, but entranced, Boromir pushed her back down and held her there
as he took the covers completely off.
She said nothing, likely expecting him to ravish her again.
behind. “I would love to fuck you,
believe me, now more than ever,” he said, feeling a swell of desire pass
through him when she tensed. “But
it may not be for me to have you after all.”
Saralonde turned her face towards him,
looking through puzzled eyes. He
did not want to give that up, would not if he could help it.
Mirkwood died, she would have no one else to turn to. “What do you mean?” she asked softly, her dark eyes
searching him.
He let up on her.
Pulling the sheet over her, Saralonde
sat up and he brushed hai hair back on her shoulder. Her modesty amused him, as did the touch of fear behind her
eyes. “Where are we going?”
“An echedi le cain,” he answered,
running his thumb along her jaw.
She seemed afraid to believe him for that, but he could see the want of
it in her gaze. Impulsively,
feeling desire creep upon him almost uncontrollably, he pulled her face close
to his. “Aniron pen nad.
forcing his mouth over hers and brushing past her lips with his tongue.
seal in the memory of it after they parted. Her whimper at his insistent bite made him flush in want.
Abruptly, breathless, Boromir jerked
away from her mouth and exhaled.
“Nadeli hammannen,” he ordered, removing himself from the bed to search
for his own clothing.
She wasted no time in getting up and
moving towards his dresser to retrieve the first dress her fingers came to that
was not sheer or otherwise revealing.
He watched her, throwing on his tunic, as she covered herself.
The question caught him off guard.
to know, but somehow he had been unprepared. Boromir shrugged, gripping his leather and chain armor.
subject to my lusts.”
She brushed through her long tresses,
careful to avoid his gaze as she looked into the mirror.
serving yourself.”
“Who says I do not?” he snapped,
irritated. Boromir fixed the
bracers to his wrists and approached her, doing up the buttons she could not
reach behind her. “And there is
every chance in the world Aragorn could kill us both, so save your joy until we
make it through this.” She quieted
down and he was grateful.
Once dressed, they waited.
herself, trying to glean anything from either his words or Galadriel’s as he
cut her some fruit. She had been
told she would be making a choice today, to live for herself or for the greater
good. Would Boromir’s offer of
freedom lead her away from Legolas, into living for her own gain?
of action he was taking her down.
He said very little as he placed the
plate before her, then sat to watch her eat.
going on. Time passed, giving her
no answers. Then he stood and
nodded towards the door. “It is
time.”
Saralonde got up, brushing her hair
back behind her ears. She noticed
his eyes travel to look at them, then flit away quickly.
hoping he would be somewhat more pliable.>
His jaw was set as he replied simply,
“To see the Hobbits.”
That left her with more questions than
conclusions. He strapped his sword
on and they exited the home, his stride full of purpose and confidence.
questions from others to a minimum.
Within the depths of his eyes was uncertainty. They passed a human guard who nodded hi deference to the
higher rank Boromir held, then when they were alone she felt more at ease in
prodding for more. “Are you
putting yourself at risk?”
Boromir glared at her for asking and
she returned the angry look just to rankle him. He shook his head, not amused. “Would it matter?”
“Stop asking if it matters and whatfferfference it makes!” she snapped, crossing her arms. “I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want an answer.”
He grunted and kicked a stray tree
branch from his path. “If you must
know, I could be at risk. It
depends on my skill at lying and Aragorn’s gullibility level this afternoon.”
“Then why are you doing this?” she
asked him again, her tone indicating that she would not let him dodge the issue
again.
His expression of annoyance did not
diminish. “In truth, partly
because I wish to see the outcome of this madness. Lady Galadriel suggests your Elf will kill Aragorn.”
A thrill of fear shot through her as
she imagined such a fight.
“Legolas? Fight
Aragorn? But…”
“Yes,” Boromir replied smugly.
Dark Lady, no doubt. If he wins, I
fail to see how we will escape, but she claims it is possible.”
“We?”
Suddenly, his vexation with her melted
into a dark grin. “I am to
accompany you, your Elf and a Hobbit to, of all places, Mordor.”
Saralonde halted in her tracks and
irritated, Boromir grabbed her wrist and yanked her along.
to him. He shook his head,
unwilling to get into it anymore.
Suddenly it seemed as if bad had gone straight to hell.
frowned at her. “You could learn
of his success or failure without danger.
You could keep me from going with him.”
Boromir half-smiled at her.
“No,” she replied shortly, staring
ahead.
He let out a breath and shrugged.
this expedition, if by some miracle it succeeds.”
Licking her lips, she glanced at the
Captain of Lórien, wondering what those ons ons could be.
out. “If it does succeed, Legolas
will not allow you to touch me. He
may kill you.”
“Aye, he might,” Boromir admitted
without a beat. “But I think he
may reconsider when he learns of what I can offer to this silly quest.”
“What is that?”
He took her hand when they reached the
stairs leading to the Hobbit Glade, pulling her down. “We will discuss that when the time is right.”
They hastened down the stairs and
through the same trail she had taken with Pippin. Voices were heard, low and chattering.
given her breakfast, she saw four Hobbits and the dreaded Marchwarden.
brings you here?” he asked rly.
Haldir cocked his head.
The human grunted, letting Saralonde’s
hand go. “An outing.”
The Elf grinned darkly, nodding his
head. “Good answer, Captain.
depart. But I am to ask you,
Wood-Elf, a question. Will you go
hence with Legolas into darkness or return to your people?
This was the question Galadriel said
she would be asked. Saralonde
looked him over, noting his smug appearance, his hateful sneer.
though the threat of Boromir joining filled her with loathing.
Haldir nodded once, the turned towards
the little breakfast table. He
removed two long, green cloaks.
“Take these, the cloaks of Lothlórien’s guardians.
Woods and make your way along the river.
I must go now and see to Legolas.”
He tossed the fabric at them, then disappeared into the woods.
Throwing hers on, Saralonde looked down
at the Hobbits, seeing only one dressed for riding. His blue eyes glittered as he returned the gaze.
felt afraid.
*
Hours had passed and with the the
small party grew more nervous.
Boromir had removed his cloak with angry mutters, loosened his armor and
tunic to allow his overheated body some air. Frodo, their Ringbearer, had said very little.
Lothlórien and never been gone. Saralonde
could not blame him. She herself
was growing more anxious about this journey.
When the Marchwarden ran into the
woods, all eyes turned towards him.
A shadow behind him ran much slower, with much less grace.
face beneath the Lothlórien hood.
He was wounded.
“Legolas?” Saralonde
forsook all and ran for him.
“Where are you hurt?”
He shook his head, those beautiful eyes
traveling her over. “My leg.
cheek. If felt as though they had
not seen each other in ages.
“Meleth.”
Looking annoyed, Haldir cleared his
throat. “There is no time for your
whoring. Give the Hobbit his
burden if you have honor, Mirkwood dog.”
Moving from her hold with longing in
his eyes, the Prince stepped towards Frodo, removing a thing from his
pocket. Somewhat reluctantly he
held it out, saying, “Please be quick.”
Frodo reached out, taking it with
haste. Saralonde noticed a pain
flit across her lover’s features when it was gone. She took his hand and his sorrow diminished some.
incredulous. Legolas whipped his
head around, then reached for his dagger.
“Aye, I killed him, as now I shall kill
you!” he spat, moving towards the human captain.
Haldir shoved Legolas back into Saralonde’s
arms. “You would be wise to accept
his help despite your grudge, Wood Elf.
Using a whore is no large matter.”
She could feel him tense with rage in
her grasp. “What can he do?” he
growled through clenched teeth.
“I can help you through dangerous lands
guarded by my people,” Boromir countered, putting his cloak on.
“She needs protection from you!”
Legolas hissed darkly, his eyes clouded by a hate Saralonde had never seen
before upon his face.
Boromir smiled easily.
Galadriel you may face darkness you cannot overcome. What if you should lose yourself and endanger not only this
mission, but her as well?”
He didn’t want to believe it, but Saralonde,
to her horror, saw the acceptance of truth in her lover’s eyes.
Legolas gripped her hand, giving it a
squeeze. “Goston, Saralonde.
“Le no bell,” she insisted sternly, but
his reluctance did not fade.
His turned back to Boromir with hurt in
his dark eyes. The Captain of
Lorien grunted in satisfaction.
“Le nedhanno?”
Lifting his head with as much pride as
he had left, Legolas nodded curtly.The human touched the hilt of his
sword, amending, “You’ll try.”
Again Legolas made a threatening move
towards Boromir. Saralonde turned
into her lover, putting her hand on his shoulder to stop him.
He looked down into her face, sad and
guilty. “Your honor…”
“I am going to be ill,” Haldir
announced quite irritably. “Even
now they have likely found Aragorn and you weep over meaningless things that
cannot be changed. Come!
The Marchwarden stomped towards the forest,
dragging Frodo with him. For a
moment Boromir watched Saralonde as if he wanted to do the same to her, but
when Legolas took a step he stalked off after the Lothlórien Elf.
her love once they were alone. He
gathered her into his arms as they began towards the darkness.
“I do not know,” Legolas replied,
rubbing her arm. “Saralonde, I
must say this or my heart will never be clean. I am so sorry I failed you.”
She looked ahead at Boromir, trying to
stay the hurt inside. Why did
Legolasl sol so alien to her? She
loved him, would die for him. Yet
this all seemed surreal. “You did
nothing wrong, love. I missed you
so much.”
“And I, you. I wish…” He
trailed off, hugging her to his side.
“Never mind what I wish.
There is only now and ahead.
But remember, my love, I promise you his blood.
that made her shiver. She could
see a change in him. She felt
changed herself. Unconsciously she
drew closer to him, letting herself revel in his warmth again.
*
They had broken free of the Golden Wood
with a little stealth and the favor of Illuvatar. Once they had come into contact with one of the guards, but
Haldir had explained unerringly to the younger Elf made-up reasons for their
passage. Now they were on their
way south towards Rohan. It would
be a long, dangerous journey.
Haldir and Boromir sat together, but
did not speak. Frodo was asleep
and far from the fire Legolas and Saralonde were behind the trees, in each
other’s arms. He smoothed his hand
down her cheek, sent it back into her hair as he tasted the warmth inside her
mouth, sending his tongue against her own hotly. She was well aware that Boromir had cast several glances in
their direction and muttered to Haldir dirty little comments, a fact that made
her blush as Legolas trailed to her breast and squeezed.
for her throat.
Saralonde looked up into the trees,
rubbing his back rhythmically as he enjoyed her. He seemed very intent and she wanted him more than anything,
but Boromir was a splinter in her mind.
“Melethon le,” she echoed, her lashes fluttering as his fingers reached
within her shirt, pinching her sensitive flesh. “Legolas…”
He seemed not to notice, so wrapped up
in his reminiscence of her body.
But he did, finally, breathing, “Man, Saralonde?”
He kissed down her chest, pulling the
shoulder of her dress down so he could access more of her flesh.
Legolas looked up into her face with
half-lidded eyes that reflected his desire aearteart.
Ardarel. Le avo
aniro sen? Oravorn?”
Biting her lip, Saralonde ran her
fingers through his light hair, watching the strands fall from her touch.
He placed a soft kiss on her lips.
“I missed you,” she replied, conscious
that he continued rubbing her naked shoulder. It sent sparks of want through her, reviving memories of dark
nights within the caves of the Mirkwood Elves, or hot moments in the forest,
alone with nothing holding them back.
She wanted to feel that way again.
“I missed this.” He smiled,
his blue eyes sparkling and kissed her again, laughing as she pushed him
away. “Are you so sure you want
them listening?”
“Let them,” he responded, smoothing his
hand across her neck and back into her hair. The way the starlight hit his face made her ache as his dark
eyes moved down her face. “Or is
it too soon? In my haste I would
forget your comfort if my eyes were not locked upon your face.
Saralonde melted beneath those eyes, so
full of concern. “Legolas, there
is nothing to forgive. I love
you.” He smiled a quiet smile,
then dropped his head to her shoulder, nuzzling gently.
hair, inhaling softly as small kisses brushed over her skin.
monsters ruining what we have, taking advantage or speaking ill of our love…it
makes me sick to imagine.”
Legolas nodded softly, looking up into
her face. “Saralonde,” he began,
pausing as if uncertain of his next words. “Was it…bad?”
She felt an instant blush rise to her
cheeks. Licking her lips, she drew
his head back to her, taking comfort in the warmth covering her.
shoulder, his eyes facing the woods.
Her concern was more for him than anything else right now.
her. As if he were lost.
“Meleth, you should not ask this of
me,” he said a little huskily, his arms wrapping around her as if to seek
comfort. “I live.”
“Do you crave after the Ring?” she
asked him point blank.
His answer was no less direct.
hand and smoothing his thumb across her bottom lip. “Does that worry you?”
Saralonde nodded honestly and his brow
knit sorrowfully. “I know you
would never hurt anyone. But I
worry for you.”
“I worry for you,” he replied in
a hushed voice. “I know I would
never hurt you, not if I were thinking clearly, but Galadriel…”
moistening.
She pet his cheek gently, pained for
him. “What happened?”
H'>His gaze hit the dirt.
cheek, he closed his eyes. “I know
what she would have me do. Lead
Frodo to Mordor that he could end this war. Yet I feel something dark ahead of me.
Saralonde took his hand, giving it a
squeeze. “Then you see, that is
the first step in evading whatever darkness you think is over you.
you went.” She pressed her lips
against his, awakening his desire once more. “We’ll beat this trap together.”
Legolas cradled his arm around her
neck, capturing her mouth with his in a long, hard kiss of need and want.
against her, trailing his other hand to her thigh, squeezing over the material
covering her legs. “Will you walk
the darkness with me, even when I fail?”
She nodded immediately, trying to kiss him again.
shoulder. “I love you for
that. Which is why I want you to
go home.”
Widening her eyes, she stared at him a
moment. “Home?
He nodded sternly, giving her a
squeeze. “Go home, Saralonde.
my path.”
“Absolutely not,” she countered
quickly, frowning at her lover.
She appreciated the offer, but could not accept his release.
“I am your Prince,” he stated
flatly. “You will obey me in this,
Saralonde.”
Saralonde shook her head.
take me there yourself.” Her hand
found its way to his abdomen, rubbing to soften his mood.
take Frodo?”
The suggestion made him
uncomfortable. He glanced off
towards camp, then back into her eyes.
“Abandon the Hobbit to those two?
One of them would steal the Ring for himself, ending all possibility of
peace.” The explanation was
plausible enough, but she couldn’t help feeling there was somng eng else behind
his want to remain, be it hunger for the Ring or something unseen.
“That’s too bad,” she whispered,
running her hand up his shirt to caress his skin.
Legolas glared at her, then jerked her
into his arms, forcing his mouth over hers, growling, “You are impossible!”
Saralonde found herself rapidly losing
breath as he sucked hard, hands seeking her with a new fervor sparked by his
aggravation. She returned his
heat, going for his buttons and undoing them roughly, then jerking his shirt
open. He bit her lip for it,
glaring into her eyes as his tongue assaulted her own.
but that didn’t last long when she gripped his side and pinched.
“Ai!” he gasped into her lips, then
fixed a stern look on her.His
hands curled over her shoulders, sliding the dress down until the fabric of the
top pooled within the crook of her elbows. He swept his eyes down her bare breasts before plunging
down, smoothing his tongue across the center of one. Saralonde arched into his mouth, rubbing his shirt down his
arms. He slipped his wrists from
the cuffs obligingly, allowing her to disrobe him as he murmured, “Meleth, boe
le…”
She bit her lip, feeling his hot hands
smoothing her skirts up her legs, felt herself flush in desire as those
expressive eyes seemed to gaze into her very soul. Returning his look of solemn need, Saralonde caressed her
hands down hise ste stomach to the rim of his pants. Slipping her fingers beneath the rim, drinking in his intake
of pleasured air, she opened the fabric and smoothed her hands over his hips.
his brow to hers and ran his thumb along her hipbone. “No le tangada?” he whispered as he sank his legs between
her thighs, brushing the skirt up over her belly.
Saralonde watched those bright, moonlit
eyes grow hazy as she drew her legs up along his hips, tangling his body along
hers as she slowly pulled him down inside her. “Boe le, Legolas.
Boe le athan bronwe tir si,” she whispered hotly, finally jerking him
down.
Legolas dragged his hands up, resting
them at the sides of her arms as he smiled down, pulling back and plunging down
into her again. He groaned against
her lips, just barely dipping his tongue into her hot mouth as he thrust
again. Saralonde curled her
fingers around the dirt and took the initiative, coaxing his tongue further by
brushing hers against his. He
completed the kiss, running his hand along her shoulder to her throat where he
caressed softly.
His feet brushed the dirt in his need
to please her and find pleasure.
There was such an earnest need in his gaze that she felt her pulse
quicken by that alone. Impulsively
she threw her arms around him, drawing him closer into her hold.
understanding, then quickened his pace, pressing his mouth down her cheek and
throat until he came to her shoulder.
Saralonde smoothed her hands across his moiste bac back, running her
hands along his fine muscle tone, appreciating the lines that made him who he
was. She missed him so much it
hurt her to think of it.
S'>Saralonde brought her hand to his face,
cupping his cheek and rubbing as she moved her lips into his, needing
more. He was very quick to oblige
the kiss, sensing her want. His
arms hit the ground to brace him as he moved harder, sparking desire between
them in his haste to reclaim their love.
Legolas sucked hard on her mouth, groaning his pleasure as she thrust up
against him, smoothing her legs along his own.
He plunged down into her deep, bringing
her voice into their kiss. She
could feel herself nearing, knew that not only her pleasure would vent, but her
anger and hatred as well. Her
fingers tangled into his pale hair, holding him to her lips as his movements
quickened. She could feel herself
coming close, could see by the fire in his eyes that he knew it and was driving
her towards it with all haste.
Legolas pressed his hand into her hip, keeping her still as he had his
way, moving in quick, jerking movements made to throw her into bliss.
her softly, slowing up.
She writhed in the dirt, her senses on
the very edge of climax.
“Legolas…” she breathed, gripping his wrist to free her hip.
his pace. “Please, meleth…”
Breathing raggedly, Legolas forced his
mouth over hers and began a hard movement to see them to their ends.
kiss, unprepared for such ardor.
It was blindingly hard; she tightened her legs against his hips as he
plunged without mercy now. Without
care she fell into bliss, writhing against him and whimpering into his mouth as
he continued driving for his own pleasure.
Each movement drew her further into the
dark until she was shaking uncontrollable, feeling nothing but his rolling
thrusts. Her body weakened by the
time he fell against her with his own untamed groanings.
tightened her arms around him, taking in all his pleasure, feeling every shiver
he made until he was still.
Then she opened her eyes, looking at
the stars with an expression of desperation. Her fingers traced his back as he came to his senses.
hise die dimmed. “Why are there
tears in your eyes?” he asked, drawing her hand up to kiss it and impart some
comfort.
Saralonde shook her head, finge the the
end of a strand of his golden hair.
“Why does it seem as though time is slipping away from us?”
He needed no clarification.
kissing softly as he looked down at the dirt. “Man mathich?”
“I feel love for you,” she answered
truthfully, quietly. “I feel our
lives have been ravaged and changed.”
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“Irreparably?”
through a stab wound.
She squeezed him impulsively, then
brushed his blond hair out of his wounded eyes. “No.”
Legolas kissed her softly, whispering,
“You will fight the pain with me?
You will try to win back what was stolen?”
Th'>There could be no other answer to
that. Saralonde nodded, watching
him as he removed himself from her and clothed himself.
drawing the fabric down until she was covered. They were silent in there preparations to return to camp and
she couldn’t quite tell if she had wounded him or not.
she had caused him doubt or pain it hurt her for him. “I’m sorry,” she whispered as they got to their feet.
He shook his head, running his fingers
down her cheek gently. “Don’t be,
love. I would never have you
suffer with doubt by yourself. I
am sorry if it was too soon.”
“No,” she hissed sternly, jerking him into
her arms. She looked into this
soft dark eyes and rubbed circles on his side. “We’ll fight this.
I will be with you.”
Legolas smiled softly, then looked off
towards camp. “They will expect
us. Saralonde…they may say
things. If Boromir…”
fingers, shaking her head.
will do nothing.” He looked ready
to protest, but her glare won over his frustration momentarily.
“But you are,” he retorted insistently,
looking justified.
Her glare did not diminish.
Haldir killed you?”
His mouth pressed against her
forehead. “I know, meleth.
20;T20;Then don’t.” She took his hand, smoothing her fingers over the tiny
unique lines that defined his palms as his alone. “I don’t want to live in the past. It does nothing but stagnate the future.
Legolas nodded softly and they departed
the solitary sanctuary of the woods.
Nothing more was said between them. She felt tired suddenly, as if the weight that had lifted
during their scant moments together was now returning.
herself, she looked up. Haldir
blatantly grinned, watching them with amused eyes. He was leaned against a tree, arms crossed and appearing
ready to say something.
Boromir watched only her.
aggravation that made her swallow.
She raised her chin in blatant defiance of his jealousy and saw his
fists tighten. Legolas noticed
this as well as Haldir, who headed off the Prince of Mirkwood’s anger by
inserting himself into the situation first. “Well, well.
The animals have finished mating.
Tell me, girl, was it as disappointing as the other little Mirkwood
beauty told me your men are? A
Lórien Elf could give you so much more, you know.”
Kicking dust at the Marchwarden,
Legolas sneered. “What does a
Lórien Elf know of love and of passion?
Ingon le isto tithen athan gwaur glam a unauth ritha.”
openly at the insult.
Haldir was nonplussed.
himself from the tree. “Pedo ad a
he istitha ‘unauth ritha’ nín. Le tiritha.”
“I think there are more important
things to worry about just now,” the Captain of Lothlórien interjected hotly,
letting dirt fall between his fingers.
He dusted his hands off and looked up at them with annoyed, glittering
eyes. “Let them have their fun, if
they wish. Any of us could be dead
soon.”
The Marchwarden snorted
derisively. “My.
“It’s not my job to comfort you, Shadow
Elf,” Boromir replied simply, stretching out on his bedroll, cupping his hands
beneath his head.
“No,” Haldir mused darkly, “it is your
job to protect the little whore while coveting her flesh in your own
heart. Hypocritical human.
“Fuck you, Elf,” Boromir breathed
tiredly, rolling his back towards the Marchwarden.
Apart from the quarrelsome company, Saralonde
had drawn Legolas away to where Frodo slept. “Avo lasto, Legolas.
Boe ammen garo post.”
“Post no uanim,” he murmured, his dark
eyes straying to the others angrily.
Despite that, however, he came down to his knees at her urging, looking
into her face in realization once his legs hit the dirt.
back as she knelt with him and smoothed her hands across his shirt in a
placating manner. “Le ardarel
echedi nin sodhui.”
her against a tree. The stillness
would not last; they both knew it.
But it was their only comfort for now.
*
To Be Continued…
*
Elvish:
An
echedi le cain. – To make you free.
Aniron pen nad. Pen medui mib. – I
want one thing. One last kiss.
Nadeli hammannen. – Get dressed. Lit. Be-come clothed.
Goston, Saralonde. Galadriel norn
nîn ist. – I fear, Saralo
Lit. Galadriel twisted my
knowledge.
Le no bell. – You are strong.
Le nedhanno? – You give in (in-give)?
Melethon le. – I love you.
Man, Saralonde? – What, Saralonde?
Anirach sen si? – You want this now?
Aniron le ardarel. Ardarel.
Meleth, boe le… - Love, I need you…
No le tangada? – Are (Be) you certain (firm)?
Boe le, Legolas. Boe le athan
bronwe tir si. – I need you, Legolas.
I need you beyond endurance right now.
Anno nin conath. – Give me your cries.
Man mathich? – What do you feel? Lit.
What feel you?
Ingon le isto tithen athan gwaur glam a unauth ritha. – I guess you know little
beyond dirty bellowing and mindless (without thought) jerking.
Pedo ad a he istitha ‘unauth ritha’ nín.
Le tiritha. – Speak again and she will know my ‘mindless jerking’.
Avo lasto, Legolas. Boe ammen garo
post. – Don’t listen, Legolas. We
need to rest. Lit. It is necessary for us to have rest.
Post no uanim. Le ardarel echedi
nin sodhui. – Rest is not for me.
You always make me still (peaceful).