Note: Sincere apologies for my tardiness. I have been working, going to school, moving out of my house, and trying to spend time with friends as well. It makes it hard to write as often as I would like. I shall try to update once a week, but I can't promise anything. Please continue to read and offer your comments. Thank you for your continued support.





Five minutes later, Aragorn had managed to climb out of the water and get Legolas to stop laughing at him. Now they were sprawled in the grass, staring at the sky through the tree branches. Aragorn had peeled off the damp shirt, and now the grass was making his bare back itch, but he felt too lazy to do anything about it.

"Aren't you on a schedule to get to the next town?" he asked, rolling his head to the side to look at Legolas, who looked slightly odd with tiny bits of leaves and grass stuck in his usually neat and tidy hair.

"Well, the townspeople are used to this. I don't exactly follow any strict schedule. They know a day when I should be arriving, but they all know that I can show up as much as three days early, or three days late. We Elves get distracted easily when we have the leisure."

"Ah. That's good. Hate to think I was holding you up."

"No worries. Really, I would have thought you would have been the one in a rush."

"Why?"

Legolas chuckled. "You are the one on the way to see your fair Elven maiden, aren't you?" He gracefully sat up and watched as Aragorn hurriedly began grabbing his damp clothing and shoving it into his bag. "What are you doing?"

"Come on! We have to get going!" Aragorn urged, before sprinting for the cart.

Legolas sighed and climbed to his feet. He bent to pick up his discarded shirt and then followed at a more dignified pace. While he seemed perfectly calm, had one looked at his eyes, they would have seen them twinkling with amusement.