Disclaimer: Not mine...I own nothing...Tolkien owns everything...sniff sniff.

A/N: Max is actually my dog, but in this fic...he is Legolas's dog. This is how I think he would picture the fellowship and the journey.

Through the Eyes of a Dog


He would follow his master everywhere...even to his death. But why would his master tell him to stay I this place...many people like his master...tall...pointy eared and graceful. His master said he would be in good hands...he didn't want to be in anyone's hand quite frankly, he would not stay....that was his final decision. When his master and the others left he would follow close behind...but not to close!

"Good bye Max...I will miss you. You have been a good companion."

"Roof!" *lick lick*

He watched as his master and the others left. He could not believe that they had chosen to take a stupid pony that couldn't even sit, on the journey instead of him. He could carry baggage and he wouldn't eat much, just two meals day...two small meals! He sighed...if dogs can even sigh? HE would wait a few minutes then start off.

TBC...

Please please R/R I really need you opinions and suggestions!