Pandora was sitting alone at the very edge of the camp, her eyes were full of sorrow and her hollow cheeks were more defined from the light of the fire setting a light glow across her face. Legolas sat up and walked over to her, he sat down next to her, her supper lay untouched on the ground.
"You dislike Sam's cooking?" Legolas asked.
"Oh no I'm sure its wonderful I'm just not in the mood for anything in my stomach just yet." She replied quietly.
"Something troubles you." He stated.
"Yes"
"That wasn't a question, I can see it in your eyes"
"It's nice to have someone of my own race to talk to."
"You're avoiding the question."
"You're friends don't trust me."
"Would you trust a complete stranger?"
"I'm trusting you."
"You still haven't answered."
"Unless you prove me wrong I don't think I ever will."
"Alright then, where is your family?"
"Dead."
"I'm sorry."
"I don't care, I never knew them, I don't even know for sure if they are dead it is just what I have been told. No one thinks I can handle it, I see it in their eyes."
"Who is chasing you?"
"It's irrelevant."
"I think we deserve to know who's chasing you as you are traveling with us and we would like to know who is following us."
Pandora just stared into space and averted his poring gaze. Watching this was Boromir and Aragorn.
"I don't trust that elf, she will be the death of us all!" Aragorn said to Boromir.
"I suppose its only natural, he hasn't seen one of his own kind since Rivendell." Boromir replied.
"Perhaps you are right, but we mustn't panic for the mountains come into sight and we will need all of our strength for when we get there." Aragorn stated with an edge to his voice.
"Aye." said Boromir.