Characters/Pairing: Gilraen, Elrohir, Aragorn
Disclaimer: Tolkien's the genius, not me.
Elrohir fell back beside Gilraen, and pointed to small white stones by the path, almost hidden beneath mold and moss. "We are almost there," he said with a small smile. Gilraen couldn't muster one in return. Her stomach almost ached with nervousness as they made their way carefully through the mountains.
Then the valley opened before them, and she heard Aragorn's delighted gasp behind her. The sun peeked golden over the mountains; dozens of waterfalls shimmered liquid silver. Even up here Gilraen could hear someone singing - a hymn to Elbereth. The Last Homely House.
She missed her own rough cottage.