Disclaimer: Salve to all. I am not J.R.R. Tolkien or the person who came up with "Frodo is great...who is that (Figwit)" and therefore do not own any of these characters. And please don't send me reviews saying that this did not happen or that elves would never talk like this, because I'm aware of that and that's why my story is a fan fic. However, I do welcome reviews, even if they are mildly critical about grammer or the like, not subject matter. Please take this story with a grain of salt. Thank you and enjoy!
Legolas polished his Elven knives. They had begun to rust. He turned the knife in his hands, until he could see his own reflection clearly. He kept maneuvering the knife until the sun's reflection gleamed in Saelbeth's eyes.
"Ah! Legolas! I can't see!" he whined. He tackled Legolas down onto the ground.
"Saelbeth! Get off of him!" Haldir ordered. Saelbeth backed off and Legolas straightened out his moss green tunic.
"I'm fine, Haldir." Legolas packed all his things together and tied them up in a sack.
"Yeah, I was only joking with him. Can't you just leave us alone? No one was even bothering you," Saelbeth suggested.
"Save it for someone who cares." Haldir was awful tired of the insubordination. Only when they were in battle were they supposed to listen to his commands, but couldn't they spare him some respect?
"I'm bored," whined Saelbeth. Figwit stomped over to him and smacked him on the back of the head.
"You are always bored!" commented Figwit. Figwit couldn't stand Saelbeth sometimes, in fact most elves couldn't. Haldir ceased to say anything. Orophin sat making markings on his map. He had mapped out all of Lothlorien. But he longed to record rivers and roads of Middle-Earth.
"Pipe down! If you don't calm your anger it will catch up to you," Orophin warned Figwit. The Elves were completely restless. They had been cooped up in Lorien for the past 500 years. They couldn't take it anymore. Before that, they were in war with the Dwarves and once that was over, all seemed pointless to them.
"I think we need a breath of fresh air. Come outside!" Haldir called on his way out. The four others picked up their things and followed. That sounded like a good idea to them.
"What do we do now?" asked Saelbeth innocently.
"Well, what do you suggest?" asked Haldir.
"I say we look for some she-elves!" replied Saelbeth, rubbing his palms together.
"I say we get rid of him!" exclaimed Figwit, pointed to Saelbeth with his thumb.
"We are not getting rid of anyone. Now Legolas, what do you suppose we do?" said Haldir. Legolas thought hard. He would love to be writing poetry or singing, but Haldir had asked for what everyone could do.
"Hunt some orc!" blurted out Figwit.
"Wait, it's Legolas' turn," said Haldir. Figwit groaned.
"Travel across Middle-Earth on an adventure?" asked Orophin, trying to be polite, but his longing was burning inside of him.
"Yes!" cheered Saelbeth. "Good idea, Orophin!"
"I agree!" smiled Haldir.
"And we can hunt orc on the way," suggested Figwit, quite proud of his idea. "What do you say, lone elf?" he turned to Legolas. Legolas nodded.
"Alright then! We shall prepare for our journey and be ready by sun up," Haldir commanded to his troops, once again. They all headed inside once more and began their packing.