The stairs seemed endless. Slowly, Legolas set one foot before the other, only thinking about getting home up in the tree again. When he could finally open the door, the warmth made him waver for a second, before he glid inside and let himself fall on the couch, not even caring to take his booths out.
"Edeneth?" he sighed. He should have sworn she was at home, but he didn’t see her. Perhaps she was in the bedroom-part.