I'm not going to bother complaining about the lack of reviews. Anyway, thus far, it's seemed to me that Algator is very… well, for want of a better word, flat. So, here's a chapter in his POV. Hope it works!

Chapter III

Aragorn and Company

Algator POV

When we had finished we joined Elrond and Gandalf, who were talking with some other elves, all of whom seemed rather carefree, based on their semi-constant laughter. It seemed we were the subject matter, for Gandalf, spotting us, said, "And here they are!" drawing the Elves' attention.

"Hello," Star said. "What is it?"

"We were asking Lord Elrond and Gandalf what they know of you," said the elves, laughing. "They know scarcely more than we do ourselves, it seems. Come, tell us your tale, or better, sing it in a song!"

Star's eyebrow ridges rose. "Well, if it's a song you want…" he trailed off as he turned to me, grinning. All three members of Team Soul looked from him to me and back again as blood rushed to my face, tinting a few of my blue scales red.

"What?" asked Celebi.

"Well, I'll just say that there's more to Algator than meets the eye," Star told her, winking at me.

"You know I hate singing…" I muttered. "I just write the songs."

"You didn't have so many qualms when you sand the Song of Time when we were at the Temple of Victory,*" Star smirked at me.

"That was different! We were saving the world then! This is just telling a story! You can do that perfectly well without music!"

"Not as well, though. And for the record, you sang well there. Come on, prepare a song for us. Sing it tonight or tomorrow."

"…Fine." I agreed finally. "I'll kill you for this, Star."

"I know," he replied, grinning. "So worth it, though."

By this time the elves were all laughing musically at our antics. "Is this how you two normally function?" Gandalf asked Star, smiling slightly.

"Pretty much, unless we're too busy saving the world," Star said.

Before anything else could be said, another elf ran past us from the woods, crying out joyously in some other language. Instantly, the other elves bade us good day and ran in the direction from which he had come. Gandalf translated for us.

"That elf that ran past said, 'The Dúnadan is here! The Dúnadan is come!'" he told us. "This means that Frodo's companions have arrived. Come, let us greet them."

We followed him through the woods along a dirt path. Soon we reached a place where elves were along the path at both sides, singing merry songs. On the path, there were five beings, none of which were elves. There was one which was clearly a human. Three others were rather like humans, but shorter, with slightly pointed ears (Though not as prominent as those of elves), and with fur on their feet, forming something like a natural shoe. The last was four legged, and was rather like a less potent variation on a Ponyta.

"Gandalf," the human cried as he saw the Wizard, and was about to come forward to embrace the older man when he saw us and stopped in surprise. The smaller creatures were clearly intimidated.

"Aragorn, old friend," said Gandalf, smiling. "Introductions are in order, it seems. These are Heroes from another land, who have been sent to help us in this time of trials."

He introduced each of us in turn, along with the absurd titles we'd been given. I had none, as of yet, but I didn't mind. Who needed some ridiculous title? I'd been by Star every step of the way on the road to save the world, both the first and second tine he did it. And even though no one recognized it, I knew. And so did he.

When the introductions were completed (apparently the smaller people were 'hobbits') Celebi asked, "And who is this? They're very quiet," while looking into the eyes of the Ponyta-doppelganger.

"That's a pony, Celebi," Star said, chuckling. "Commonly used as a beast of burden by humans, and about as sentient as the mice the Clans hunted."

The elves all laughed, and Celebi blushed. "Hey, don't worry about it," I said. "Star never tells anyone anything in advance."

"That is an outrageous lie," Star said, sounding rather resigned to the fact that he'd lose this argument.

"Oh, really? Then explain my noticeable lack of knowledge in advance both times you disappeared after we saved the world?" I asked with a sort of joking sharpness.

"That was different."

"You always say that."

"We were saving the world then."

"We aren't now, and you're still doing it to Celebi."

"We kind of are. I mean, we're being thrown into a war against two evil Dark Lords. I think that counts," he told me.

"What, exactly, does that have to do with not telling us about ponies?" I asked him, one eyebrow raised.

"That's for me to know, and you to endlessly stew over," he deadpanned.

By now all the elves and the hobbits were, again, laughing at our argument. Gandalf was chuckling as well, and Aragorn snorted. "You two seem remarkably light-hearted, for all your ferocious appearance," he said.

"Ferocious?" said Star in mock horror. "I'll have you know I am among the most gentle of all Pokemon!"

"Except with Darkrai," I added for him.

"Except with Darkrai," he agreed.

"You said something about two Dark Lords?" one of the hobbits – Sam Gamgee was his name – suddenly said. Immediately everyone else stopped laughing. The gravity of that statement had struck them all.

"Yes, Master Gamgee, I'm afraid so," said Star quietly. "But the full tale will have to wait a while. After all, Algator is preparing a song, aren't you, old friend?" Here he grinned at me.

"Shut up," I told him flatly. Turning to the hobbit, I said, "We come from the world of Arcea. In that place, the Lord of Nightmares has four times tried to cast the world into eternal darkness. The five of us have stopped him each time. Now he's fled to your world. We intend to stop him here, before he can try it again."

"Eternal darkness?" asked Gandalf. "Surely 'eternal is too certain a word? It implies that once it is done, it is irreversible."

"It was," said Celebi softly, almost sadly.

"Enough," said Star. "I don't think this story is one anyone would like to either tell or hear twice. We will tell it when everyone is gathered and Frodo is awake."

"Mister Frodo! Is he all right?" Sam asked quickly.

"He will be fine, Master Gamgee," said Elrond. "But he will not awaken for some time. Come, now. There is a feast prepared in your honor tonight for your success thus far. I expect you are hungry." They clearly were. "Let us go to eat."

We all did.

*This has to do with the one time that Star saved the world that wasn't in one of the games. That time with Charizard the Avenger's battle armor. I may write a story about that when the Team Soul Trilogy is done.

I would ask if you all liked the chapter, but I know you won't answer, so I'll just make like Gardevoir and say "Au Revoir."