Ashes ⇝Legolas

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CHAPTER FOURTEEN
GOODBYE

The water was still as a transparent wall of sorts, mirroring Nesryn's eyes glued to its surface above which they sailed, silent rocking rhythm of their boat brining her out once in a while. She felt unease creep to her bones, ever since she had left the magnificent place it grew stronger and stronger within. And unfortunately there was nothing she could do to let go of it.

"I have taken my worst wound at this parting, having looked my last upon that which is the fairest. Henceforth, I will call nothing fair unless it be her gift to me." Gimli sighed, his complaint the only sound which Nesryn did hear of a spoken conversation.

"What was her gift?" Legolas asked softly, smiling.

"I asked her for one hair from her golden head...she gave me three." The Dwarf responded with an emitted sigh, carefully bringing his eyes to Nesryn and the unfocused look in her crystal ones that had never left the sight of beautiful nature around, its trees as green as grass and water streaming bluer than seas and lakes.

"What about you, lass? You've been quiet for longer than your usual." Gimli yet continued speaking, following the sound of his voice was Nesryn as if snapping from a dream which had clouded her wide awake mind and a state of deep thought fading to a blur of passing nature when she shifted rather uncomfortably in the wooden structure of a boat she sat in.

"Her gift was a bow," Nesryn glided a hand over its faintly colored surface, its even coverage letting it slip to the end made of swirls and a faint fiery pit near its points. "A bow of Edenon." She hid it away from both the eyes of the Dwarf and the Elf sitting by her, falling back to the slowly moving passages of nature in surrounding that again faced with it, began taking everything of her concentration.

Nesryn closed her troubled eyes which had began to weigh down under the constant heaviness of her thoughts, let them drown in something even worse- a sort of dreadful feeling climbed to the top of her troubled mind, played many scenarios full of blood and death to the feeling of something, someone following them along the coast. Perhaps the woman was beginning to grow rather paranoid, for she had lived in the shadow of her lost memories for far too long.

At last she pried them open, meeting a sight of merely worried Legolas looking briefly back, yet then focusing back to rowing and channelling their boat along with others. Nesryn let a low sigh, watched waves and waves of forest speed by yet still she felt someone from very close watch her carefully- this time it was Gimli, spinning his head left and right, one time he looked at Legolas and the other at Nesryn.

It rather all seemed neverending, just water, forest, some faintly visible trace of solid ground, yet a beauty that could not be compared to anything as the woman let it all pass by, focused on spinning moments of that statue burning up and Legolas holding her still form, full of tears that had taken most of her mind at that moment.

"Frodo, look the Argonath! Long have I desired to look upon the kings of old. My kin." Aragorn said rather proudly, in awe watched two towering statues of men, two kings with their hands outstretched in mid air and palms set outwards. It was no hard gesture to consider as it only pointed out in their warning. Nesryn gave the statues a lingering glance, followed by her gaze falling to her hands rather tightly gripping the edge of their boat; her pale skin grew even paler than usual under the pressure she had put her hands at, yet she felt no dull pain or tingling, just something distant which she could not dispatcher crossing her.

She at last hoped nobody had noticed her and the shadowy doubt that settled in her as they passed the Argonath to a sight of wider shore and water falling over the stone in the distance. Several meters from the possible waterfall, the Fellowship stopped at the shore Nesryn had noticed, began settling down for the night which to say at last, did bother Nesryn.