The sun rose over the hill, blinding Legolas and Aragon. Blinking to clear their vision they made their way down to the small stream that ran along the hills. 'It seems that this day will be fair.' commented Legolas in between drinking. Aragon paused with water cupped in his hands and observed the sky. 'Fair in weather maybe, but what about in battle?'

The pair had seen enough battle in the past fortnight. They were now in pursuit of a band of renegade elves that had taken Gimli hostage. It seems that while Legolas had overcome his prejudice to the dwarf, other elves still held on to their misconceptions.

'I wonder how old Gimli is faring?' Aragon wondered aloud as they prepared to once again pick up their quarry's trail. 'Giving my brothers as much trouble and insult as he can muster, which knowing Master Gimli will be enough'. said Legolas with a slight laugh. The pair then continued at a quickened pace.

The trio of Legolas, Gimli and Aragon had been helping the Army of Rohan repel unknown invaders for the past month.