The Last Ring-bearer - Kirill Yeskov [46]
He spent some time considering using the glider that Sharya-Rana had left at Dol Guldur, the launch pad for Mordor's infrequent flyovers of Lórien. Suppose he flies to the Elvish capital (or, rather, is flown there by someone who knows piloting) and manages to land in some inconspicuous clearing; suppose further that he actually steals or captures the Mirror; then what? How would he get it out? There is no glider catapult there, nor anyone to operate it, nor can any glider lift a thousand pounds. Another dead end. How about capturing an Elvish officer and having him guide their company through the Enchanted Forest traps? No doubt he'd guide them straight into a trap; if what he's learned about the inhabitants of Lórien is true, an Elf would choose death over treason.
The notes found among Eloar's belongings haven't escaped his attention, either. Those were mostly travel notes; the only item with useful content was an unsent letter, beginning with 'Dearest Mother!' and addressed to 'Milady Eornis, clofoel of the Lady.' About half of it was a description, remarkable in its artistic expressiveness, of the valley of river Nimrodel – it seemed that both the Elf and his mother had special memories associated with that location. In general it looked like the memory of those glades with their mallorns reaching to the very sky, where bursts of golden elanors hide in the emerald-green grass, was what had sustained the Elf's spirit among the hated sands of Mordor. Eloar expressed concerns over the rumored break-up between his cousin Linóel and her fiancé, criticized his older brother Elandar for 'encouraging futile hopes in the hearts of his protégés in Gondor and Umbar,' congratulated his mother on the high honor of having been chosen to organize this year's Festival of the Dancing Fireflies… plus much more of the same. They had already guessed that Eloar's family was part of the highest elite of Lórien (Sharya-Rana explained that it was difficult to exactly translate the Elvish title clofoel – something between a ladyin-waiting and a royal adviser). That the Elves were secretly infiltrating all parts of Middle Earth and that one of those tasked with this covert activity was one Elandar undoubtedly would be of much interest to the local authorities and counter-intelligence services, but had no bearing on their mission. To sum it up: one more dead end.
Haladdin suffered thusly through the day, spent half a night nursing a cup of hideously strong tea, and finally woke up Tzerlag and went to sleep without a single idea. It should be mentioned that the day before, having observed his comrades preparing for the march, calmly and substantially, he resolved firmly to break his head if it was necessary to come up with at least an intermediate solution. Even he knew that an army without a mission quickly goes to pot.
He slept badly that night, waking intermittently and only truly sleeping close to sunrise. He dreamed of a wonderful circus and himself – a large-eared second-grader skipping school, fingers sticky with cotton candy. Heart almost still, he is watching an unimaginably beautiful girl in a golden cape, slowly walking across the dark abyss on a thinnest of golden rays; he had never seen a tightrope walker to also juggle three large balls as she walks