Disclaimer: See chapter 1 (the bit where Tolkien's stuff is not my stuff)
Note: See previous chapters
Aragorn walked up by Haldir, leaving Legolas with Boromir.
"The Halfling carries a great evil with him," the elf said in a low tone.
"Where else could we go? We escaped Moria at the loss of Gandalf. Legolas was badly injured by a troll. I was afraid he would not survive."
Aragorn put a hand out, halting Haldir. "I made the decision I though was best."
"I would disagree, Aragorn, if the son of Thranduil's life did not hang in the balance," Haldir snapped.
Aragorn rejoined the rest of the Fellowship. "He is not happy with the Ring's presence, but we will be granted safe passage," he told the others. Boromir shifted Legolas's weight in his arms; Aragorn took the burden of the Mirkwood elf again. The hobbits clustered together, conversing quietly and casting uneasy glances at the elf who was their guide. Gimli stayed back with the hobbits, looked around for more elves. Boromir walked with Aragorn at the head of their little group.
"Where are we going?" he asked.
"To see Galadriel, Lady of Lothlorien," Araognr replied.
"Will this-Lady be able to do anything for Legolas?"
"We will see."
"Aragorn?" Pippin called. "Why are the Elves living in trees?"
Sorry twas so short, the next one will be longer.