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Subject: Plans

Legolas and Aryante
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Date Posted: 21:32:26 09/19/02 Thu

The goings-on made his mind hurt. In just one evening, Legolas' world had been turned upside down. Aragorn, Gimli, Vomyr, Arwen, faeries, nymphs, Istari, Sauron, war, fires...Lómódë, they had all come at once. Just trying to sort through the tangled mess of threads made his head spin. And suddenly, for some reason, he was incredibly tired. A fog seemed to be blanketing his thoughts, making it nigh on impossible. Fighting away waves of sleep, he tried to steel his weary body for one last task. On steps that seemed heavier than usual, he headed to the chambers of the healer, Aryante.

Aryante heard a knock from the depths of her sleep and as she shook the weariness from her shoulders she called to the door, unconsciously reverting to Sindarin Elvish.
"*Who is it?*"

It felt so strange to hear his own tongue spoken by another after so long in the company of Men. Indeed, Legolas had to pause for a second to recall that yes, the girl was of Elven heritage. Gladly using his own tongue, he answered,
"*It's Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood. I believe we have spoken before. May I come in; there is something I need to ask of you.*"
"*Of course.*" she replied. "*The door isn't locked.*"
He pushed it open and entered, surprised when she rose to curtsey.
"*There's really no need to do that.*" he informed her. "*Nobody really bothers with it any more. Besides, with your agreement, we shall become comrades before long, and there can be no formalities there.*"
"*Your meaning being?*"
She sat, gesturing for him to be seated as well. Hurriedly, he told her of the continued absence of the dwarf Gimli, and of his plans to search for him as soon as dawn broke.
"Aragorn suggested you may be of help to me in this quest." he finished finally. "Your skills as a healer may prove invaluble."
She opened her mouth to reply, but he silenced her.
"Before you agree though, you must think about the perils of the situation. With the dangers from Mordor, Elessar can not spare any warriors to aid us. We will be alone in this, and I cannot guarantee your safety. The hazards are great, and I don't even know that we will succeed. Knowing this, would you still be willing to join me?"
"If I can be of service to you, then of course. I am not afraid. It would be my great pleasure to help."

He gave one of his first genuinely heartfelt smiles of the evening.
"I'm glad. I could certainly use your assistance."
He stood, walking towards the door. "I wish to leave as soon as possible come the morn, so please come to my chambers when you're ready. Are you going to need anything?"
"I can assemble what I need myself." Aryante asserted.
"You're sure?"
She nodded.
"Well, in that case, I will leave everything in your capable hands. Take anything you feel necessary, and tell them that it's on the authority of the King. I need a few hours rest before we set out. Goodnight."
"Goodnight." she told him, watching the weary blonde elf leave her rooms. Right now, her healers instinct told her that what he needed more than anything was sleep. Unless he was rested and alert, they would be sure to fail in their hunt.
Tomorrow, we shall see she thought to herself, beginning to pack.

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