Women in the Fellowship

Eglaneth

I walk away from Amaya and Legolas. Both them and Amaya and Frodo are falling in love other each other. I am truly happy for them. I just hope that their stories do not end like mine did.

I find myself back in a tree, this time, closer to the ground. I find that Boromir and Aragorn are awake. Are the hobbits (besides Frodo) the only ones asleep? The elves still sing for Gandalf in the distance, and I find myself singing along softly to myself. I look down at them again. Boromir is deeply troubled about something.

"You should get some sleep." I say from the tree. Boromir looks up, surprised.

"As should you." He returns

"I have not slept in a thousand years. I have forgotten what it is." I reply. He is silent.

"These borders are well protected." It is Aragorn speaking now. He sits down next to Boromir.

"I will find no rest here. I hear her voice inside my head. She spoke of my father, and the fall of Gondor."

My heart drops at this. Gondor my home, the place I spent my life. Nay, it will not fall. I wont allow it. Undoubtedly, the three of us are thinking along the same line.

"She says to me 'there is still hope', but I cannot see it. It is long since I have dared to hope." Boromir continues.

"I know the feeling." I say emotionlessly.

He goes on.

"My father is a noble man, but our people are losing faith. He looks to me to make things right, and I would do it. I would see the glory of Gondor restored."

And when I hear this, I know what is in Boromir's heart. He wants nothing but the good of his city. Yet, Gondor is falling slowly, and he does not know what to do. He would do anything to see his home as what it once was. And the ring uses this to its advantage, turns it into a weakness. My words to Elemmire and Amaya echo through my head. 'Do not let the enemy know you love someone or something. They will use it against you. I would know.'

"Have you ever seen it Aragorn? The white tower of Ecthelion, glimmering like a spike of Pearl and silver, its banners caught in the morning breeze. Have you ever been called home by the clear ringing of silver trumpets?" I ask, reflecting on my days in Gondor. Boromir and Aragorn look up at me in astonishment.

"I have seen the white city long ago." Aragorn replies. "But tell me, how do you know Gondor so well? I thought you were from Rivendell." The same question is in Boromir's eyes. I decide to tell them part of the story.

"I am a woman of Gondor. My father protected Elendil, and that is how he died. I had a similar fate. I died in the battle during the War of the Last Alliance, protecting his son, Isildur."

They looked at me, speechless. Especially Aragorn.

"One day, your paths will lead you back there. And the tower guard will cry out 'The lords of Gondor have come home!"

They smile softly, deep in thought.

"You need to sleep. We have a long journey ahead of us." I remind them. Boromir sighs in submission and they both eventually fall asleep. Everyone does. Frodo and Elemmire in each other's embrace,and the same with Legolas and Amaya. Peaceful looks cross their faces, and for the moment, everything seems alright. Tomorrow we will be departing from Lorien once more.