Elenna frowned thoughtfully. Aduchil's words, practically shouted at her from Aman's mind, made sense. In the time that she had been in Lorien and riding back to Rivendell, she had thought about her reasons for fighting a lot. At first, she had only wanted revenge on Azruk, but no longer. She understood now that her revenge took second place to the fact that now, she was fighting for people that she loved and a place that she loved. Glorfindel, Elrond, Rivendell. Those were her reasons. Aman, Ala, Rosa, Therin. These were the things worth fighting for.
"I don't need you getting philosophical on me, Elenna. All I need is a fighter." said Aman, thoroughly disgruntled.
"Oh, Aman...I left a rather interesting young elf commanding the army that is walking. His name is Lindir. Dark haired, tall. You should meet him!" Elenna covered her ears as an earsplitting round of curses entered her mind.
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