*Note, someone asked why chapter one is as it is. To them, no worries,
there *is* a good reason, which is explained in the final chapter, if I can
figure out how to get that far -.-
*one more thing: morothewolfgod is the coolest!
Chapter 8; Leave the copy machine set to reduce 200%, extra dark, 17 in.
paper, 99 copies.
The Mirkwood prince walked over to the camp nestled in the tree roots. He
stopped off to the side and watched his companions for a bit. He stood
there in silence, just enjoying the site.
It was Pippin who noticed, and he alerted the others by dropping his snack
sack, and running across the clearing.
The tiny hobbit tackled the taller being, and even though the firstborn had
braced himself, he still fell over backwards; grinning.
The other hobbits ran over next, happy to see the elf smiling once again.
*
What ever happened to Legolas that night in Lothloria remained a mystery,
but the next days to follow, he seamed to cheer up considerably. He spent
the nights with the other elves, but Gandalf assured the fellowship, that
he was fine.
It was finally time to leave when Lord Elrond messenger bird arrived. The
small bird attacked those who tried to ignore it, but many continuded to,
because no one wished to inform the Lord of what became of his adopted son.
Finally, the Lady took in the poor bird, and Gandalf gave her the sword of
which Aragon carried, so she might give it back. The sword's last weilder
was no longer worthy of it.
*
And so the fellowship of 8 sailed down the river ** . It was quiet for the
most part, distance separating the boats from Merry and Pippin's
uncontrolled chattering.
** eh, what was the river's name?
Sorry this is short, but I believe my readers deserve something.