"Elvish"
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Everyone in the Fellowship seemed to be low in spirit, no one more than Frodo and Aragorn. Merry, Sam and Pippin tried to cheer their cousin and friend up as much as possible but it was hard when they were also feeling sadder the further and further they got from Lothlórien and their friend.
Aragorn was his usual self, during the day at least but as soon as night fell, he'd smile and think about how Eleniel would find this funny and that he couldn't wait to tell her until he remembered that there was no visiting their clearing or sitting on their bench talking that night or any night for a long time.
The hours passed as they rowed, getting closer and closer to the Falls of Rauros. The hours turned to days and the days became weeks. The Fellowship soon fell into a pattern. They would row all day until night fell then they'd go to shore and sleep. As time went on, the chatter within the group became less and less until soon, seldom anyone talked even the Hobbits seemed to stop trying to engage in conversation. Eleniel had a bigger impact on the group than they thought. All of them thought it would be easy to fall back into the routine they had before they met her but now, they kind of expected her to be there when they woke and slept at night.
On one particular night when they were especially missing their friend, Frodo finally spoke the words that was on everyone's mind as he ate. "I miss Lee. I wish she could've come." He said out in the open, silencing what little conversation Aragorn and Legolas were having about which way to travel.
"Same," Pippin replies wistfully. "I miss hearing her sing at night. It always put me right to sleep." Merry and Sam nodded, agreeing with his words. Legolas, Boromir, Gimli and Aragorn had to agree aswell, they also quite enjoyed hearing her sing and it did make them relax and feel at peace especially after they'd have a long day of walking when they were travelling to Lothlórien.
Soon it seemed like everyone wanted to say something that they liked and missed about Eleniel even Boromir had something to say about her, claiming that he liked how wise she was. The Hobbits seemed to have more things to say about her than the others although Aragorn said nothing instead he sat next to Frodo, silently listening to their words while subconsciously caressing the necklace around his neck. He did not notice that everyone had stopped talking and were now looking at him.
"Oh I'm sorry," he said to them, his hand retracting from his neck. "Did you ask me something?" They did not answer, instead they stared at him well, more specifically his neck. He held himself still and tried to not squirm at the uncomfortable stares he was receiving.
Gimli opened his mouth and asked, "That necklace. I did not notice you wearing one before?" He looked thoughtful as if trying to figure out if he just simply did not notice or if he was losing his mind.
"That's because he wasn't wearing one before." Boromir replied looking intently at the necklace.
They continued to stare at him as if trying to place whether he was wearing one before or not. "It belongs to Lee. She must have given it to Aragorn." Frodo said to the group receiving a nod from the man himself. The group stared at him, Legolas looking at him with a knowing look on his face. Stupid Elf he thought.
Gimli grunted before looking at the jewel that the pendant housed, "I have not seen a jewel like that before and I'm a Dwarf." Aragorn shook his head at the Dwarf before his gaze fell to the white-blue jewel around his neck.
"You wouldn't have. It's not from Middle Earth, it's from Valinor." Aragorn replied to the now gaping group. Everyone seemed very interested in this particular jewel now that they knew that it came from the Undying Lands, Legolas especially.
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