Unlike sister Arwen, Elanor who had lived his early years in Lothlorien.
He had left the Golden Woods when he was just a child, and for all that time he traveled to Great Ravine, where he resided the father Elrond, and Mirkwood as a guest of King Thranduil.
had been a century and a century after it was determined to return.
Now the scene was less vivid, and her pain had eased. Now breathe the air of his country would not have to hurt.
"Welcome to Lorien, Lady Elanor."
The girl thought back to the present, and saw his leadership, standing between the legs of mallorn. He was dressed in gray and silver and carried on the shoulders of Galadhrim a fine bow, and her long hair clear gold were styled in the fashion elf.
'Thank you, sir, "he said, screwing up her lips into a smile. "But it was not necessary that you gave so much trouble for me."
"Your forest is great. If you do not know its paths is easy to get lost. "
Elanor bowed his head and stroked his horse's mane amber. Haldir watched in silence: the little elf that he had cried with the death of his father had become a girl so beautiful that even the legendary splendor of the tarnish Luthien, from which his family was descended.
He approached the horse from the shiny coat of honey and looked up to her mistress.
"Let me take him, my lady," he said, taking the reins in his hands.
While Haldir took his first steps, Elanor was seized with a strange sense of nostalgia. And they were the trunks of silver or gold leaf or flowers niphredil: The Birth of Captain Galadhrim. But how could a complete stranger who knew her a longing for tears?
walked a path that winds between groups of trees, and when they were outdoors again found themselves on a broad, bare hill overlooking a deep moat.
Later it stood a green hill, populated by huge trees, golden towers that loomed like living.
"Caras Galadhon murmured Elanor, ravished by the beauty of his city.
He had never seen from the outside, because the only time I was out of those boundaries was the day of his departure, and had left without looking back.
"Yes," said Haldir. "But here we can not enter. "
The edge of the ditch was lined by a road paved with white stones. The city gates were opened beyond a bridge between two high walls and strong arms.
before taking Elanor fell from his horse and said to his guide to let him go. He had endured a long journey.
Haldir knocked on doors, and his words silently opened the gate to close again when they were quietly passed. The City of Trees
only reached after having traversed many high places.
Elanor now beginning to remember. The lawn, the fountain of silver from the tree trunk as smooth and shimmering gray silk, on which he had lived and would have stayed still.
against the trunk rested a large white staircase, on which sat three elves dressed in a gray coat of mail and a long white cape. When they saw them approaching the princess jumped up, and bowed with respect.
"You come, my lady," he announced Haldir.
"Thank you for taking me, sir," replied the young woman discovered her thick brown hair.
"It is I who must thank you," he replied, and looked in his eyes so deeply upset her.
"For what?" Elanor asked then.
Haldir put his hand under his cloak and came out a piece of cloth folded on itself.
"Therefore," explained, and handed it to her.
For Elanor open enough to understand. The reason why the Captain had thanked Galadhrim was the same reason why she had felt the longing to see him.
"Are you ..." she whispered, turning to face him.
He bowed, nodding his first smile, and without adding anything back on the road they had traveled.
"I have waited a long time."
Elanor shifted gaze to the stairs in front of her, Arwen was there, and was smiling.
"Just to thank me for a flower?"
"To thank you for giving him hope when all other hope was gone."
Elanor looked back at Haldir, but he was gone.
'It is a brave knight, "he continued Arwen.
His sister smiled in turn.
"Our father will give my hand only if you take out of trouble. And, from what I've learned, a valiant knight goes in search of them the trouble. "
Arwen bowed her head, and became sad. Elanor approached.
"He's fine," he said.
"I know," replied the other. "Now come. We are waiting. "
Elanor would never have thought that the memory of what had happened she would not get her mind back to a deep pain.
Now it appeared that the shadows. He remembered a bed decorated with silver, dug between the roots of a young mallorn. He remembered an Elf who seemed to sleep. He remembered that he commanded the guards bowed nearby. She remembered her three children standing in front of him. Their faces were furrowed with tears, but their eyes were shiny. Their behavior was decent, but their hearts were burning with hatred for those who had deprived them of their strength. He recalled that he approached the most beautiful and saddest of the three brothers, of having pulled the cloak timidly. He knelt and wiped his tears with the sweetness of a dear friend. And she had won the elanor, because he did not want to forget, that he remembered the little elf who had cried for the pain he was feeling.
had given the flower to console the loss of his father. He had done it without thinking, driven only by the penalty. Haldir, Erestor's son, had lost his father, and she, as a lady of Lórien, had to do something to alleviate the suffering of his subjects. Without even knowing it had won a budding joy, a bud who was now blossomed into a beautiful flower that bore his name.
loved Haldir of Lorien, Elf who loved the consulate that day away.
Elanor walked thoughtfully between the trees silver Galadhon Caras.
"As you become better," he said Celeborn, as soon as he had seen. "Beautiful as Luthien and women of his race, yet lighter. If your sister is called Undómiel Arwen, Evenstar, it is fair that you be given the name of the Morning Star. Elanor Auriel, the Morning Star of the Elves. "
The moon shone high in the sky, and the leaves on the ground, lapped by the waters of streams, shining like pearls.
his eyes wandered all around him, but he could not see Haldir in the dark of night.
But she had not noticed that someone had reached, and when a gentle hand rested on his shoulder could not help but wince. But soon she realized she'd had no reason not to, because those who had surprised in the middle of the night was who she had sought for so long.
"That's why I could not see you," she smiled, hugging him. "I was looking too far."
Haldir took her hands in hers and if his lips.
"My lady," sighed devotee. "I knew I'd find you here."
"Here?" She asked.
"I do not remember this place?"
Before them was a mallorn younger than the other, but just as majestic. Among his roots had dug a sort of bed decorated with a burnished silver now, and beautiful flowers on the bed elanor gold. It was the last home of the father of Haldir.
"Yes. I remember it, "he said.
The girl went to pick one of those flowers and smells. Quanta evoked nostalgia, that smell so sweet.
Haldir caught up.
"Life is continually renewed," he said. "The dried flowers are food for the younger ones, the leaves off the trees enrich the soil. And we elves, Haldir? When an arrow pierces or pain breaks our hearts ... where we go, us? "
I do not know. But there is one thing you must fear, "said the elf, shaking her hand. She looked into his eyes. "These borders are well protected. The war will not reach Lórien. "
"Not so. I know that it is not. The Elves will be called to fight alongside men once more, and must respond. Perhaps it is not wise to be afraid of that moment. And I can only hope it does not come too soon. "
shook hands in turn and put his head on his shoulder.
And that was how they spent the night side by side, standing before the tomb of Erestor, as neighbors were the first and last time they had seen.
*
When Galadriel appeared next to the groom, the light in which the Company
Elanor down the stairs of the talan behind them, heads bowed. He wore a long white dress, but not as dazzling as that of the lady. Aragorn could see the immensity of the white light, and seeing her there, in knowing how to be safe for a moment he felt his heart cheer.
"The enemy knows that you got here. Whatever your hope of secrecy now it's gone, 'he said Lord Celeborn, peering into the eyes of the ranger. "Eight are here, but nine have departed from Rivendell. Tell me, where is Gandalf, because much like to speak with him. I can not see it from afar. "
" Gandalf the Grey has not crossed the borders of this land, "said Galadriel. "He fell in the shadows."
'It was taken by the shadow that is in flames, "said Legolas. 'A Balrog of Morgoth. We ended up in vain in the net of Moria. "
At those words so hard, the Gimli the Dwarf's eyes filled with tears.
"Never was unnecessary action of Gandalf in life. I still do not fully know its purpose, "said the lady softly, and his eyes fell upon him. "Do not let the great emptiness of Khazad-dum fill your heart, Gimli son of Gloin, because the world is full of dangers. And in all lands love is now mixed with anxiety. "
The dwarf looked up and met to Galadriel, who smiled.
"What will happen now to this company?" Asked Celeborn yet. "Without Gandalf there is no hope."
"Your mission is on a knife: a small deviation and it will fail, for the ruin of all." Galadriel stared in silence and explored the their faces. "But hope remains, as long as the Company
With these words the gentlemen took their leave of Lorien. But Elanor stood there in front of what remained of the Fellowship of the Ring. Her eyes were clouded with sadness. Gandalf the Grey had been several times in the woods, and several times she had met him. A big star had gone out.
" caled veleg, ethuiannen sighed, his gaze lowered to the ground. "Aiya Eärendil Elenion ancalima. "
" A is i-Dhuath orthor. Han Mathon. "
Elanor glanced behind him. Aragorn was there and watched while collecting water from Fountain with a silver ewer.
"It will be our end, my lady," he said.
"What can men do against such hate a villain?"
"There's still strength in men."
"But I can not I warn you." The young man sighed bitterly. "If we leave you alone, if we set sail for Valinor surrendering your destiny there will be a future for
"Edra the men. Men na gil edwen, Haer auth or a NIR naeth. "
" Maybe I'll be away from the war, Aragorn. But I will continue to experience pain and despair until Sauron will not be dropped. "
How was identical to Arwen.
had the same dark hair, light complexion, the same, the same blue eyes. The same hope in his heart.
were now few elves who had at heart the fate of the world of Men. Aragorn did not want to think that they would be left to their fate. That would leave them alone.
"I feel the presence of the Ring," she continued in a whisper. "It hurts."
"We'll take away."
"We'll meet again, Aragorn? You return from your mission soon enough? "
" Dan, u-eveditham . "
The Ranger bowed deferentially, and took leave. As he watches her eyes are veiled Elanor of bitter tears.
Aragorn son of Arathorn, was among the person's Men dearest to the Elves. It was what remained of the stock split of Númenor, the last monument to the bloodline of the great king of Gondor. Although he was a king without a crown was on his shoulders which weighed the fate of Middle-earth. And now that Gandalf the Grey fell Elessar had to find strength in himself alone.
*
Elanor watched their departure sitting on strong roots of a silver mallorn, which at times merged with the drapery of the long cloak she wore. He looked like a flower, a bright flower elanor just bloomed from the womb of a gray land.
While the elves of the Wood Gold continued to follow the slow passage of boats, Elanor left his seat and ran to the mirror. Only the mirror could have given your answer.
entered through a large hedge in a verdant garden where they grow trees, which opened to the sky. He went down a long staircase and stepped into a deep dewy valley, which ran on the babbling brook that flowed from the fountain shining on the hill. On the bottom of a pool of low silver and shallow rested on a small pedestal carved like a leafy tree, and beside it was a fine pitcher, silver also.
With the water of the stream Elanor bent to fill the pitcher and then the tank to the brim.
At first he saw the reflection of the cerulean sky above her, but soon the clear water began to ripple, and the girl saw what he never wanted to see.
An army of Orcs was following strange
When he saw that last image Elanor threw the tank away from her and fell to his knees out of breath. He tried not to cry, not to be overwhelmed by grief and terror, but failed, and his throat came a long and harrowing cry.
The gray coat fell from the back as he tried frantically to get a foothold.
The mirror shows many things. Things that could occur if the History
E la storia aveva già preso un corso ostile.
Elanor si sentì sollevare da qualcuno, ed aprì gli occhi lucidi per guardare il suo viso.
«Elanor», le sorrise amorevole Celeborn. «Perché ti disperi?»
« Ada! Ho visto cose terribili… terribili!»
Celeborn le prese il viso tra le mani e le posò un bacio sulla fronte.
«Ricordi cosa ti è stato detto quando ti The Mirror has been shown for the first time, Elanor Auriel? That showed what could have happened, not what would happen. Not what would happen. "
*
But all that the bucket had predicted had come true.
The power of the enemy he grew up. Sauron had used his puppet Saruman to destroy the people of Rohan. Isengard had been unleashed.
Gate of Helm's Deep opened before the army of the Elves.
The long line of warriors with armor made of silver pulled before the incredulous eyes of the riders of Rohan. They were there to bring hope to men, but Haldir could not preserve itself.
When it was time to say goodbye Elanor had reached his room, and knelt at the foot of the bed on which she was sitting.
She looked at him pleadingly, as if that prayer had been quiet enough to change the decisions that were taken. She wore the most beautiful dress I had ever seen Haldir, whose long-sleeved embroidered reaches out to touch the ground. The long dark hair falling on the upper body in the beautiful line up to life, surrounded by a string of bronze mesh.
And throughout the march to the lands of Rohan to the memory of those brief, agonizing moments he was stuck in his mind.
But now it was time to fight. He had to put aside the image of sweet Elanor in tears, repeating his name between sobs.
'brings news from Elrond of Rivendell, "he announced, when he had bowed to King Theoden. "An alliance once existed between Elves and Men. Long ago we fought and we died together, now is the time to honor that alliance. "
" govannen Mae, Haldir , "Aragorn welcomed him with open arms. "You're more than welcome."
"We are proud to fight alongside men once more."
Saruman's army approached. The noise of war grew. In the darkness we could see points of light burning, as red flowers in a meadow black. The clouds were crossed by blue lightning.
For a long moment the watchman on the walls saw the space that separated them from Uruk of Isengard: boiling mud of a dark, strange beings composed of high, low, lean and stout, with large shields, helmets and long.
The rain began to fall, thick and heavy.
Elanor saw this while lying on his bed, a prey to despair with narrowed eyes, sparse hair disordered on the pillow, the flaps of clothing for crawling earth. Her breaths were deep but slow, his eyes sad but free of any tears, his skin still pink but cold.
She seemed to hear the thunder that tore the sky, the sound of arrows that pierced the armor of the Orcs, and the screams and the clanging of swords clashing.
Haldir tried to see, but could not see him. It was far from her now.
The vision he had was turning into a dream when he heard the faint outline of something hot pierced his back. But did not scream: she saw him at last. He saw Haldir, wounded, dying in the arms of Aragorn.
Elanor let out a long, subtle lament.
The leaves of gold and silver which came from the window of the talan rested on the skin, hair, on dress. The sky already dark above Lothlorien became even darker and darker, and the gentle breeze blowing through the trees turned into a cold gust of wind that was hostile to the south, the land of Rohan.
And Haldir of Lorien's heart stopped beating to Elanor Auriel, the Morning Star of the Elven people.
