A few minutes later and a couple of cartridges, Lara watched again as the company ran for their worthless hides, and flung the sniper at the octopus like watcher of the water, which embedded like a javelin.
"Metals have iron. It's good for your health. Till then, ta! Gotta break for tea.' She ran.
A bit of a sprint later, she caught up with the company, still running for their useless hides.
~*~
"Be quiet. It is a four day journey to the other side. We can only hope that our presence goes unnoticed," declared Gandalf importantly, puffing himself up to a Pavorotti-like state.
"Riiiiiiiiiight. If our presence goes unnoticed, I'm a strand of hair," muttered Lara. On cue, her annoying hair plopped back down out of place.
"Damn."
Legolas looked at her and sniggered, eyeing his own, unobtrusive halo of hair that graced his head.
"Heh."
Out of nowhere, a number of golden blonde strands whapped in front of his eyes like windshield wipers.
"I hate you, Lara."
Lara batted her eyes annoyingly at the elf. "Why so?"
The elf jabbed at his hair, floating around his head like planets orbiting the sun.
"You have cursed it, you vile human stealer of graves, or whatever beast of the shadow you are."
Lara almost giggled, then caught herself. Crazy elf. Grave robber I can handle. Stealer of graves? I don't take the whole grave, you know. "Hair? Hair is a part of life. Braid it. Oh, you know when I was about sixteen, I did two braids, you know. Don't you think that would look gorgeous on you?"
The elf paled at the thought.
~*~
A quick author's note: Clarenova has abandoned me from MSN at this point. I cannot remember what happened and if I get it wrong I know I shall be stoned, most of all by lovely lady Clarenova herself. So there we go. Don't worry, she'll be back before the end of the millennium. I think.