Chp.12

We make the long trek down the mountain. I wonder how Saruman knew we were leaving Rivendell. Does he have spies everywhere? I look around and see nothing that looks suspicious. I no longer feel any magic around I hope we are safe. I lag behind everyone because I am not use to carrying the weight of the hobbit. I look down and see him looking up at me.

"I do not believe we have been properly introduced, I am Miriel. And you are?" I ask the hobbit.

"Peregrin Took at your service but you can call me Pippin. May I ask if you are okay? You did not look so good the last time I saw you." Pippin says.

This hobbit and his child-like innocence is growing on me just as it seems the dwarf is growing on Legolas. I do not know how I feel about the latter.

"I am feeling much better now. Thank you for asking." I smile down at him.

"I miss the Shire. Have to ever been there? It is quite green; I think you would like it there." Pippin says.

"I see you have heard about my gift. I believe I have been there before but it was long before your time. I do not get out of Rivendell just like you rarely leave the Shire." I reply.

We finally reach the foot of the mountain and we make camp for the night. Legolas and I volunteer to take the first watch as does Aragon. When everyone falls asleep we begin to talk.

"It has been three weeks and I have barely seen you touch. I know you are not angry at each other. I guess the rumors about elves are not true." Aragon asks raising an eyebrow.

I choose to ignore the question. I lay my head on Legolas' shoulder. I do not bring up his budding relationship with the dwarf. I just listen to Legolas and Aragon talk about memories from when Legolas was gone. As much as it pains me to hear about the good times he had when he left me. I am happy that at least one of us was happy during that period.

My mind wanders to Rivendell. I think about my sister and brother. How are they holding up? Next to my father, I am the one who is the most in tuned with nature. But my father hardly goes out for those things anymore, he usually leaves it up to us three. Will my brother and sister be able to handle it? I should not have left them. Why did I leave them? I look up to see Legolas smiling and laughing with his old friend. I remember why, I wanted to spend time with Legolas; I only hope I did not make the wrong choice. The battle between the conscious mind and the heart always draws on. The heart has won this battle.

I hear a faint howl in the distance. My head shoots up as does my body.

"Did you hear that?" I ask them.

The howl is louder this time. Legolas and Aragon both shot up.

"Wargs." Aragon says.

Aragon pulls out his sword and Legolas pulls out his bow. I rush over to Gandalf and wake him up.

"What is it, my child?" Gandalf asks me.

"Wargs" I inform him.

Gandalf gets up and I wake up everyone else. Everyone should be alert at a time like this. A pack of Wargs rush into the camp I stand blocking the hobbits. Everyone else does their best to fight them off. Gimli with his axe, Aragon and Boromir with their swords, Legolas with his bow and Gandalf with magic. I am able to concentrate long enough to trap one in the roots of a tree but the warg is too strong and breaks the roots. Gandalf creates a big fire that kills most of the wargs and sends the other few running into the forest.

Everyone only semi-conscious goes back to sleep. I sit back next to Legolas and lay my head back on his shoulder. I do not remember falling asleep but when I opened my eyes it was dawn and everyone was packing up camp. I squeeze Legolas' hand to wake him up and kiss him lightly on the lips. His eyes shot open.

"Morning, love." I say to him with a smile.

"Morning, my angel." Legolas replies.

Aragon and Gandalf deem the Gap of Rohan and going around the mountains impossible. They decided we are going to take the risk and go through Moria, which makes Gimli very happy. He said something about seeing his people.

I pick up my bag and grab Legolas' hand as we continue on the journey.