Hey guys, I'm back. This is my first attempt at writing Lord of the Rings fanfic, so I guess we'll see if I sink or swim. I'm comming back after a long break, so please forgive me if my writing is horribly rusty (and misspelled) and for the short length of this story. It is also un-betaed (sp?). It is going to take me some time to get used to this again. Now, with that said, please enjoy and review!
Silverfawn
P.S. This takes place during the ROTK, just before Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli leave the camp.
Lord Elrond
Imladris
Ada,
Well here I am, in the middle of no where with a King who doesn't know what on Arda he's doing, although I think he thinks he does. Lucky me. Fortunately, Legolas, Gimli, and I get to camp further away from his camp. I with you could see this place. His camp looks like a storm hit it. His men are sprawled out every which way and may the Valar help them if we need to suddenly move out. If that happens, half his men will probably impale themselves on their own weapons. Tell me, have you ever heard of a soldier who would leave his sword uncovered in his tent, or his dagger lying out so anyone can find it? Javelins are lying in the walkways and I'm just waiting for a horse to trip over one, break it's leg, crash into a tent, have the owner of the tent get injured, and, in the rush to help the injured tent owner, the rest of the camp will somehow go up in flames! I love and miss all of you and pray to see you all soon.
Yours,
Estel