Aragorn's POV
We were nearly at Lothlorien. I knew it, but I ran ahead anyway, partially to save the others from seeing me upset. The sight of Lorien helped to cheer me up a bit. Arwen's grandmother, Galadriel, lived in those woods. Arwen had just come back from visiting Galadriel the day I met her, and I wasn't lying when I told her that I thought it was a dream.
I admit, I wasn't prepared for Lorien's beauty.
"Stay close young hobbits," Gimli said. "I have the eyes of a hawk, and ears of a fox... Oh!"
More like eyes of a bat. Gimli had walked into an arrow that was pointed strait at his nose.
And elf stepped forward. "The Dwarf breathed so loud, we could have shot him in the dark." The comment gained a growl from Gimli.
"Haldir of Lorien. We come here for help. We need your protection." I said in elvish.
"Aragorn, these woods are perilous. We should go back!" Gimli suggested.
"You have entered the realm of the Lady of the Wood. You cannot go back," Haldir said. I knew that the Elf was just messing with Gimli. Gimli didn't seem to realize that, and was tense all the way to Lothlorien.