They were all devastated by the loss of Gandalf who was their guide and the pillar of the community.

The community walked all day long in silence.

Elenwë was lost in thought.

Mithrandir had been a dear friend.

She remembered him tirelessly telling her, at her request, about the peculiarities of the regions of Middle-earth.

He had told her about the beauty of the mines of the Iron Mountains, the splendour of the Caves of the kingdom of Thranduil, the father of Legolas, the wonders of Minas Tirith, the White City of Gondor, the splendour of Erebor, the Lone Mountain, the wild brilliance of the Old Forests, the harmony of the songs written by the peoples, even if they were not elven...

She was very fond of the old magician and looked forward to his return to Imladris to see him.

And even if he was in a hurry or worried, he always took the time to have a long discussion with her.

Elenwë's heart was very heavy. How could you get used to the idea that he was gone forever? When she closed her eyes she saw him smile so clearly and heard the wise voice tell her the legends of mankind.

Legolas, also distressed, could not help but keep an eye on the young elf.

She looked so worried and sad that it hurt her.

At the end of the day, they stopped near a cave.

Quickly and silently they set up camp.

Sam, accompanied by Boromir and Merry, prepared a meal while Legolas and Elenwë went their separate ways to fetch wood.

Frodo lay down on the ground and closed his eyes immediately.

Pippin, with Gimli, went to fetch water.

The rest of the evening passed in the greatest silence and the elves rose to stand guard, each convinced that they would not be able to sleep at night.

The others fell asleep.

Elenwë had moved a little further away and settled on a high rock.

It was a beautiful night. How could it be? The world would have had to lose its lustre to greet Gandalf's departure...

She lay down with her back against the stone and stared at the vault of heaven.

The stars were shining brightly and she finally felt a little at peace.

Legolas hadn't joined her, at that moment everyone needed some solitude to digest the fateful news.

Aragorn turned over in his half-sleep. The next day they should reach the Lothorién and be safe.

The night passed and the day began to dawn.

While the light was still rather dim, the howling of the beasts could be heard.

Legolas leapt to his feet and grabbed his bow.

Elenwë listened and approached the elf.

-There are only about twenty of them. A reconnaissance patrol.

Legolas aquiesca.

They awakened the others and Aragorn asked Gimli and Boromir to protect the camp.

The Dúnadan and the two elves moved towards the noise, entering the forest.

They walked side by side. Elenwë had drawn Ant Estel and stood on guard.

Suddenly, groves sprang up from the orcs mounted on the organ.

The battle began, three against nineteen.

They slaughtered, sliced and slaughtered without further questions.

Elenwë, while fighting, ended up being separated from his companions.

She didn't let her opponents get the upper hand and continued to fight despite the fear that overwhelmed her.

When she came to the end, she looked for Aragorn and Legolas.

They were nowhere to be found.

She spent almost an hour looking for them and then returned to the camp.

Boromir, who had drawn his sword, relaxed when he saw the young elf and asked:

-Elenwë, where are Aragorn and Legolas?

-I do not know, Boromir. I haven't been able to find them, but they should return to the camp normally.

The hobbits tried to relax and Sam prepared breakfast.

Elenwë didn't listen to the hobbits' forced jokes and stayed away, his eyes worried and his lips pursed.

Boromir saw that she was worried and approached her.

-Don't worry so much Elenwë. They may not be as good at swordplay as you are, but they won't die so easily!

-Of course they won't.

Elenwë then thought "WAIT... Did he say I'm good?"

She looked at the man, surprised.

Boromir wiggled uncomfortably.

-I... I wanted to apologise for my behaviour. I misjudged you and I'm very sorry.

Elenwë looked at him, surprised.

-It is nothing. I accept your apology. Let's shake hands and forget it.

They shook hands and Boromir began a discussion to keep him occupied.

Elenwë gradually relaxed and smiled when Boromir told him about his most unlikely adventures.

"He's really nice after all, this Boromir, underneath his carcass of contempt!" She giggled inwardly.

But suddenly a shape appeared at the edge of the forest. Elenwë squinted her eyes. Aragorn? But where was Legolas?

She concentrated and noticed that Aragorn was carrying the elf.

Panicking, she stood up, murmured:

-No! Legolas...

She remained petrified, Boromir at her side.

The prowler came to the level of the cave, and his serious air did not please Elenwë at all.

Legolas had a wound that bled quite heavily on the ribs.

Elenwë turned pale and held on to Boromir.

Aragorn laid the elf on the ground and the young elf sprang to his side.

He looked so pale!

Elenwë invoked his strongest healing power and began to heal his friend.

Under the strain and anguish she felt, her hair suddenly turned white.

Not realising that she was losing her life force, she continued her task.

The elf prince's wound was already almost completely healed.

At one point, however, his strength failed him and he would have hit the ground violently if Boromir had not caught up with him at the last moment.

She lay unconscious, her long hair once black, now as white as the pristine snow of winter.

Legolas woke up and was told why he felt so fit and what was the reason for Elenwë's discomfort.

-We can't stay here. We have to reach the Lothorién. Said Aragorn.

-We will leave after the meal! Imposa Sam who was very keen to feed the Company after so many emotions.

-Yes Master Gamegie! Fit Gimli with a smile.

They had a quiet lunch and prepared to leave.

Legolas took Elenwë on his back and they resumed their walk.