The wind was stilled; stars shone diamond pinpoints in the milky arc of the sky. Cold seeped around his blanket, but Aragorn was inured to the hardships of winter travel. Something else had woken him.
He leant on one elbow. Legolas turned at the movement.
“I did not mean to wake you.” Legolas’s voice still barely carried.
“Admit it. I told no untruths about Arwen’s beauty.”
Legolas grinned, “Was that not Luthien you described when singing that
interminable lay that kept me awake every night?”
“You know well it was not.”
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