The Return of Ringil[COMPLETED]

Chapter VIII

Third person's point of view.

When Celeblasdes, joined the other's Aragorn was pleasantly surprised by the dress she wore, it made her pale locks and fair skin even more beautiful. Her sapphire blue eyes standing out the most as they locked with his storm grey ones, the Hobbits were settling down to rest and Celeblasdes walked around checking if they were hurt and needed tending to the feeling of Aragorn's eyes on her felt comforting. almost an hour later Gandalf's lament could be heard. Celeblasdes, felt the burning prick in her eyes as she listened.

"A Olórin i yaresse
Mentaner i Numeherui
Tírien i Rómenóri"

(Olórin who once was
Sent by the Lords of the West
To guard the Lands of the East)

"Maiaron i Oiosaila
Manan elye etevanne
Nórie i melanelye"

(Our love for this land
Is deeper than the deeps
Of the sea)

When the hobbits looked around in confusion, Legolas spoke, "A lament for Gandalf." Aragorn sharpens his sword as Gimli sleeps beside him. Merry looking at the tall blonde elf asks, "What do they say about him?" Legolas looks away and frowns sadly, "I have not the heart to tell you. For me the grief is still too near." the little hobbits turn to the other elf in their group hoping she'd say something but her down cast eyes and sad expression said she too was much too sad to tell them. So they listened to the singing elves even though they didn't understand.

"Maiaron i Oiosaila
Manan elye etevanne
Nórie i melanelye?"

(Wisest of all Maiar
What drove you to leave
That which you loved?)

"Ilfirin nairelma
ullume nucuvalme.
Nauva i nauva."

(Yet we will cast all away
Rather that submit.
What should be shall be.)

Sam crouched down to make his bed. Looking at Merry as he did so, "I bet they don't mention his fireworks. There should be a verse about them." Looking around Sam spoke before he could become too embaressed, "The finest rockets ever seen, they burst in stars of blue and green..." Gimli snoring loudly angered Aragorn, making the grey eyed man turn to the red haired dwarf, at first he didn't do anything as the straw blonde hobbit continued to speak, "Or after thunder... silver showers..." Aragorn seeing Celeblasdes getting annoyed turns, and swats the Dwarf's pillow, eliciting a grunt from Gimli.

Sam continuing his own lament for Gandalf had Celeblasdes's full attention "Came falling like a... rain of flowers..." squatting down again, she frowned, "Oh, that doesn't do them justice by a long road." sitting next to him she showed her displeasure in him not finishing, "Why'd you stop? I've never seen his fireworks tell me more." blushing the straw blonde hobbit nodded and spoke to her about the fireworks Gandalf would do at any big celebration in the Shire, and how all the colors looked when the went off. He even went in to detail about the ones Pippin and Merry set off without anyone knowing.

Aragorn smiling at Celeblasdes's light hearted smile for Gandalf's fireworks walked over to Boromir, who is seated alone on a great tree root. The elves singing still going on in the background of any conversations happening among the seated members of the Fellowship.

"Mithrandir, Mithrandir, A Randir Vithren
ú-reniathach i amar galen
I reniad lín ne mór, nuithannen"

(Mithrandir, Mithrandir O Pilgrim Grey
No more will you wander the green fields of this earth
Your journey has ended in darkness.)

In gwidh ristennin, i fae narchannen
I lach Anor ed ardhon gwannen
Caled veleg, ethuiannen

(The bonds cut, the spirit broken
The Flame of Anor has left this World
A great light, has gone out.)

Aragorn stands next to the ash blonde Gondorian and patted his shoulder, "Take some rest. These borders are well protected." Boromir shook his head and turned to the tall Ranger, "I will find no rest here. I heard her voice inside my head. She spoke of my father and the fall of Gondor. She said to me, 'Even now, there is hope left.' But I cannot see it. It is long since we had any hope." Aragorn sits beside Boromir, his hand still on his shoulder, not saying anything.

Boromir continues to speak his voice becoming heavy with emotion, "My father is a noble man, but his rule is failing. And now our... our people lose faith. He looks to me to make things right and I — I would do it. I would see the glory of Gondor restored." his eyes filled with wonder and love as he turned his explanation to the city of Gondor, "Have you ever seen it Aragorn? The White Tower of Ecthelion, glimmering like a spike of pearl and silver. Its banners caught high in the morning breeze. Have you ever been called home by the clear ringing of silver trumpets?"

Aragorn nodded, his words filled with something unknown to him, as he wondering if he would ever feel as passionate about the White City as his fellow warrior did, "I have seen the White City, long ago." Boromir smiled and gripped Aragorn's shoulder in pride at the two returning home, "One day, our paths will lead us there. And the tower guard shall take up the call: 'The Lords of Gondor have returned!'" Aragorn smiled slightly, then looked away.

***

As the Fellowship settled down, Celeblasdes, went to stand near the edge of where her friends lay resting, a cool chill shook her body and she wrapped her arms around herself to keep in the warmth, only to shiver again, it was times like this that she missed the warmth her armor gave her, "rhing, Melamin?" (Cold, My love?) Aragorn asked pressing his chest to her back, and wrapping his arms around her, warming her with his own body heat. Leaning her head against his shoulder she shook her head, "Not anymore." smiling into her temple, he placed a small kiss there, before, wrapping his arms around her more tightly.

Letting the silver-blonde haired elf rest against him, while he drank in her beauty and love for him, both never wanting this feeling to end, a moment of peace and calm; a calm they would not see for a while, so they both reveled in it, slowly turning in his arms, she laid her head on his chest, her arms tucked in between the two of them, her fingers looped into the fabric of his tunic and shirt. "Celeblasdes, Amin mela lle." (Celeblasdes, I love you.) smiling into his slightly exposed chest she said it back, her words as soft and graceful as the sliver moonlight, that bathed them.