Elenwë, quite astonished by this strange exchange with Legolas, joined the common room.

-Elenwë! Said Aragorn. How do you feel?

Elenwë, without thinking, answered:

-Clean.

-How do you feel? Fit Gimli. You are asked how you feel and you answer clean?

-Is that really what I said? Sorry, I wasn't thinking at the time.

The three companions looked at her strangely and she felt very uncomfortable.

Getting carried away, she threw:

-Didn't your parents ever teach you not to stare at people? I know you have questions, but I don't have the answers. Stop looking at me like I'm a freak!

She stood up and exhaled.

-I go outside to get some fresh air. She says dryly. Good night, see you tomorrow.

She left without slamming the door and went down the steps of the city.

She arrived soon under trees, at the edge of the river.

Aragorn sighed as she looked at Gimli.

-You are not very delicate, my friend.

-But then... she didn't react like that before! She was happier and never got angry... Gimli replied sadly.

-She doesn't understand what's happening to her. It's normal to feel bad. Imagine yourself in her place. Argumenta Legolas. Overnight, you discover that you have powers that you don't know the limits of and you are unable to answer even your own questions.... I understand that she is more often nervous now.

-Aren't we going to join her? Aragorn asked.

-No. I think she needs some time alone.

Elenwë had been lying on the ground, contemplating the twinkling stars.

The night was moonless and the sky was adorned only with this procession of stars.

She sighed. When would she have answers?

Suddenly, a slight draught began to blow.

As the wind intensified, Elenwë got up, worried. A whirlpool of wind formed.

Water joined this aerial waltz and Elenwë saw a figure walking towards it.

She did not know this person and became frightened.

The whirlwind calmed down and everything seemed silent.

Astonished and a little frightened, Elenwë looked at this person before her eyes.

It was a man with long white hair, very pale complexion and gray eyes, strangely dressed and carrying a silver bow across his chest.

-Who

-Who... Who are you? Asked Elenwë.

-My name is Tilion. I am a Maia, servant of Oröme, the Valar hunter. Once I was the guardian of the Telperion tree but now I am the guardian of the Moon.

-Uh... okay... But... what are you doing here?

-I came to see you, Elenwë. And also to confess something to you.

-...

-You never knew who your parents were, did you?

-My parents are Elrond and Celebrían.

-I'm talking about your real parents.

-No... I don't know who they are.

-Would you like to know?

-Would I regret it?

-I don't know. I don't know who they are. Maybe or maybe not.

-Yes, I would. I would want to know.

-Your mother was a Wood Elf. Her name was Aneriél. She had long black hair like yours before and very blue eyes.

-She was? She was?

-She was killed by killer whales. But her sacrifice allowed you to live.

-I... never would have guessed...

-And your father... well... I am your father.

Elenwë blinked. Had she heard it right?

She was the daughter of Tilion, one of the Maia? It had to be a dream.

-But... I... don't understand... I'm half Maia?

-Yes, you are half Maia.

-And this ability to control the water, where does it come from?

-I am the guardian of the moon. And the Moon has always influenced the water.

Elenwë found it difficult to assimilate everything.

-You are more like me than ever now, my daughter.

-I... why? Why didn't you come sooner?

-You were not ready.

-And am I now?

-You need to work on your skills, but you're strong, you can do it.

Sometimes, I'll step in to help you or assist you, but you should know that in exchange, you'll sometimes get missions.

-What do you mean by that?

-You will suddenly find yourself in the place where you are needed.

-But what do I have to do, concretely?

-You will have to eliminate the Nazguls.

-But how do I do that?

-You will succeed. You are far from imagining the strength you have within you. I must leave you. You will remember this exchange, my little Elenwë, only when you need it the most. Go!

The silhouette disappeared and Elenwë felt surrounded by a bluish aura, shimmering like the stars in the sky.

She blinked again. What had happened?

She racked her head for a long time before she gave up.

Elenwë walked towards the city and entered the courtyard leading to the castle.

Legolas was waiting for her there, in front of the door leading to their common room.

He raised an eyebrow as he perceived the aura that surrounded Elenwë.

-I'm... sorry I got carried away earlier. I shouldn't have.

-You've been worried and nervous lately.

-I know I have. I'm sorry for that.

-That's all right. No one blames you. Are you feeling better?

-Yes, I'm better. I feel completely at peace now, although I don't know why...

-The main thing is that you feel better. Come on, come in, I'll walk you home.

-Thank you, Legolas.

Thranduil's son walked him to his bedroom door and kissed him on the wrist before saying good night and running away.

Elenwë, slightly disturbed, quickly got up, dressed for the night and fell asleep as soon as she slipped between the sheets.

The next morning, the inhabitants of Edoras, as well as those of all the villages of Rohan, set out for the Helm Abyss, this fortress reputed to be impregnable.

Elenwë rode between Aragorn on Hasufel and Legolas and Gimli on Arod.

She had a bad premonition. But Elenwë hoped with all her heart that they would reach the chasm without difficulty.