Characters/Pairing: Elwing, Lindir, Galadriel
Disclaimer: I don't own Middle-earth, however much I'd like to live there.
Steady rain turned the world a gloomy shade of grey. The path was more puddles than ground, and Elwing thought everyone's clothes must be more mud than cloth by now. The bag holding the Nauglamír was heavy in Elwing's hands.
And in her mind there were still more questions than answers. "Where are Nana and Ada?" she asked Lady Galadriel. "And Eluréd and Elurín? Where are we going?" Galadriel never answered. Her face was set and hard, like she was angry.
"We are going to the sea!" Lindir told her, smiling. But his bright cheer was more forced than real.