Man, where to start? My heart is still rampaging wildly inside my chest as I attempt to retreat frpm the mountain top where you've just left me.
Legolas' vulnerability throughout this chapter is heartbreaking. I love that Elorhir has a *different* plan than Gandalf's, it gives me much hope, and I understand he must use the darkness in order to accomplish his goal, but that too, on both sides of the equation is absolutely heart-rending. He cannot afford to give in to any softer emotions at this point.
Yet even in shoring up his darkness, I see and hear Elrohir fighting not to reach out to Legolas, consciously refusing to allow himself to alleviate the desparate need for consolation, for some comfort in this lonely task appointed only to the woodelf. It sings through the whole chapter, inspite of the prevailing darkness.
Bring on the Nazgul! I'm dying to read that challenge!