Doubt is a disease that infects the mind, creating a mistrust of people’s motives and one’s own perceptions. Doubt has the ability to call into questions everything you ever believed about someone and reinforce the darkest suspicions of our inner circle.
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“Never before have we clothed strangers in the garb of our own people,” Lord Celeborn said as he and several other Lothlorien elves clasped the green and silver leaf of our new elven cloak. The lord of Lothlorien looked at the Fellowship. “May these cloaks help shield you from unfriendly eyes.”
I felt the cloak with my hand. The rich, velvety material was incredibly soft and thin, easy to wear yet at the same time felt durable and provided enough warm against the cold. I was left in wonder. How did the elves create this kind of fabric? With magic?
Behind Lord Celeborn, his wife, Lady Galadriel came forward, bearing parting gifts for the Fellowship. The Lady stopped in front of Legolas and presented him a bow.
“My gift for you Legolas, is a bow of the Galadhrim. Worthy of the skill of our woodland kin.”
Legolas accepted the bow gratefully, gazing in astonishment at his new bow. He pulled the string back in his hand, testing it, and the wonder in his eyes reminded me much of a boy that just received a dream gift from Santa.
The Lady smiled and moved toward Merry and Pippin, presented the hobbits with daggers of Noldorin.
“They have already seen service in war,” she told them about the daggers. She trained her eyes on Pippin, as if reading his doubt. “Do not fear young Peregrin Took. You will find your courage.”
She walked towards Sam and gifted the light haired hobbit with a rope. “And for you Samwise Gamgee. Elven rope made of hithlain.”
Sam nodded respectfully, but a look of disappointment briefly passed his expression. “Thank you, my lady. Have you run out of those nice shiny daggers?”
The lady smiled, this time looking as if she was holding back an urge to giggle, gracefully, but did not reply. Next she came to stand before Gimli who found his boots seemed to be more interesting. “And what gift would a dwarf ask of the Elves?”
“Nothing.” He mumbled. He looked up, and a gleam of adoration that I never seen in the dwarf’s eyes shone and lit up his whole expression, “Except to look upon the Lady of the Galadhrim one last time. For she is more fair than all the jewels beneath the earth.“
I had to look down to hide my smile. Gimli was helplessly smitten by the fair elf that he once accused as a witch.
Aw.
The Lady of Light laughed softly, the sound entered my ears like a piece of masterpiece musical assemble.
Gimli turned away, looking bashful before decided to turn back. “Actually… There was one thing. No…no. I couldn’t. It’s quite impossible. Stupid to ask,” he mumbled.
The lady smiled benevolently at Gimli. “Fear not, Gimli son of Gloin. For what you ask, you shall receive,” she said singingly as she placed her hand on the dwarf’s hand.
Gimli looked up at her with wide eyes, like he had seen god. The Lady continued down the line, stopping at David.
“My gift to you, o fearless soldier, is nothing but what has already been yours.”
The Lady of Light put a necklace around David’s neck. For a moment I froze with dread, thinking that the golden ring attached to the chain was the One Ring, but upon closer inspection, I saw that the ring was somehow bigger, with a bigger jewel attached on its pedestal.
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