Doyle walked over to where Moira was scrying. “Any luck?”
“Not yet,” she replied.
“I was wondering, that name that Legolas keeps calling you, amaa…amaale…” he stumbled over the word.
“Amaelamin?” she said.
“Yeah,” he replied, “What’s it mean?”
“Amaelamin is Elvish. It means My Beloved. It’s a term of endearment,” she replied.
“Beloved?”
“Yes. He’s, well I guess you’d call him my fiancé, we say we’re betrothed.”
“But you’re human. Aren’t Elves immortal?” he exclaimed.
“Yes they are,” replied Moira, “but I’m only half human. My mother is Arwen daughter of the Elf Elrond, Lord of Rivendell. She’s the Evenstar of her people. Galadriel, my grandmother is the Morningstar and I am the Nightstar. Look closely at my ears.”
“They’re pointed!” Doyle exclaimed, astonished that he hadn’t noticed it before.
As if reading his thoughts Moira said, “I usually hide them with a glamour.”
“But you can still be hurt?”
“Of course,” she replied, “Any Elf can be hurt, even killed. It just takes a little more effort to do it.” Suddenly the string pulled taut and the crystal shook madly. Looking at the map Moira said, “I found him. He’s in the warehouse district.” She looked up at Haldir. “My father never told me, does Sauroman bleed like a mortal?”
Haldir grinned. “Yes. And he’ll die like one my Tari.
Moira looked at Legolas. “Looks like I need a refresher course in sword fighting. Care to help me?”
“With pleasure,” he replied.
***
Legolas held a short sword in each hand. Spinning them in a circle he asked, “Are you sure you’re well Amaelamin?”
Moira spun Narsil in a wide circle. She lunged at Legolas, who blocked her downward blow with both of his short swords, locking them into an X position. She grinned, a mischievous look in her eyes. “Positive.” She spun away from him. They continued this way for sometime, each blocking the others attacks, then countering with an attack of their own. They sped the fight up, till their weapons were but a blur. Moira forced Legolas up against the wall and disarmed him, holding Narsil to his throat.
He smiled, “You’re ready.”
She let Narsil drop to the floor and stepped closer, pinning Legolas to the wall with her body. “Only because I had such a good teacher.” She rose on her tiptoes and gave him a light kiss on the lips. “Amin mela Lle.” As she put her feet firmly on the ground he pulled her off of them, pulling her to him and spinning around so that she was up against the wall. She wrapped her legs around his waist to keep from sliding down. He kissed her deeply and passionately one hand holding her lower back, keeping her of the ground, while the other hand caressed her body through her clothes. Breaking away from the kiss he said, “By the Valor I missed you.” “I missed you too,” she said, slipping her hands under his shirt and running them up her smooth chest. She kissed him again, teasing her way up his jaw line, taking his earlobe between her teeth, blowing in his ear, and licking it with her tongue. He echoed her nibbling his way down her pure white throat.
Haldir coughed lightly from the doorway. “Sorry to break up the reunion you two. But we’re ready milady and milord.”
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