Legolas was in a better mood now. Earlier the Orcs had made him sing for
them, and that was not nice. But then, one of the Orcs gave him a leather
bag. After admiring the fancy leatherwork, Legolas opened it. Inside were
bottles of nail polish! Now, that was very nice of the Orc, Legolas had
said. The Orc told him he happened to have the nail polish lying around.
All the Orcs were gathered around the Elf as he showed them the best way to apply the polish over their very dirty and stained nails. Legolas happened to have some nail decals on him too, although he never used them himself. The lady Arwen gave them to him. Her father quite liked to apply them on rainy days.
Too soon, it was time to pack up camp again. Legolas found he was actually sort of enjoying his stay with the Orcs. They appreciated common sense when they knew it. Unlike the Fellowship, although the little Hobbits were fun to make over…
Legolas hopped onto an Orc's back and waited as the rest of the army moved into formation. He noticed that the Orc had a badge on its armor that had a logo of a white hand. He asked the Orc what it meant.
The Orc started laughing. He laughed for a long time before he stopped, and then he told the Elf, "That is master. You will meet master."
"Uh, well, is he like you all?" Legolas asked. That was one of the things the Orcs did that still scared him. They had stopped torturing him though. He thought that maybe they appreciated his advice.
"Oh, not really. But he has long hair and long nails."
Legolas clapped his hands. "Wow. Okay."
Then the army set off. Legolas looked around and saw all the Orcs wore a badge with the white hand on it. He shrugged to himself and then took a nap.
~~ ~~~ ~~ ~~~ ~~ ~~~ ~~ ~~~ ~~
"I'm hungry," Pippin said to Merry. "When are we going to stop for tea?"
"We're traveling with Aragorn, you dolt. We don't get tea, or luncheon, or bedtime snacks, or second breakfast with him."
Pippin shot a glare at Aragorn, who was walking a little in front of him. The Hobbit could see the pretty pendant that Arwen had given him. He really wanted that pendant!
Merry saw Pippin staring at Aragorn again. "You know, old chap, I'm beginning to think you have a complex or something with Aragorn."
"What?"
Merry shrugged. "Well… just that you must look over at him at least twice as much as normal, and you're always scowling when he's not around…"
Pippin was now very angry. He tackled Merry and the two Hobbits went rolling into a ditch. As usual, Aragorn did not notice, and Boromir had his face buried in a map. Gandalf was trying to make Glenny walk on a leash.
The two Hobbits rolled until they hit some tree roots. "Listen, Merry," Pippin said with clenched teeth. "I'm only going to say this once- ONCE- okay? I have NOT got a thing for Aragorn. I mean, just look at him. He hasn't shaved for about a year, so his face is really messy, plus his hair is all oily- I wish Legolas was here so he would wash it already- and if you just look into his eyes you'll see that-"
He stopped. Merry was looking at him strangely again. "And you looked deep into Aragorn's eyes because…?"
"Just forget it!"
Merry shook his head doubtfully and the two Hobbits climbed out of the ditch and ran hard to catch up with the rest of the party. Aragorn, Pippin noted sourly, had still not noticed his Fellowship was two short.
The Orcs made him get down and wipe his feet on the doormat- the head Orc fondly pointed out to the Elf that it read, Go Away!- before entering. Inside was a cozy little room with powder blue wallpaper.
The Orc sat Legolas down on an armchair and offered him green tea and scones. Then they left him sitting there, nervously clutching the willow patterned china plate as they tramped away somewhere.
It wasn't long before someone new entered the room. It was a tall wizard with long hair and curved long nails, just as the Orc had told him.
"Hello," Legolas said politely, even though he noticed the wizard needed a manicure. "You must be the one they call master."
~~ ~~~ ~~ ~~~ ~~ ~~~ ~~
After much tramping around, the Fellowship was finally back on track. Boromir had used the maps to locate the place he thought Legolas was being held.
The Fellowship could see a dark tower in the distance. They could hear screams coming from the tower.
"Maybe they're torturing Legolas," Aragorn said.
"Is he getting hurt?" Pippin asked.
Aragorn nodded to him rather patronizingly. The Fellowship set down camp for the night, since they had found the place Legolas was being kept.
After everyone was asleep, Aragorn went over to Boromir. In a whisper, he asked, "Are you sure this is where we will find Legolas?"
Boromir turned over in his sleep.
All the Orcs were gathered around the Elf as he showed them the best way to apply the polish over their very dirty and stained nails. Legolas happened to have some nail decals on him too, although he never used them himself. The lady Arwen gave them to him. Her father quite liked to apply them on rainy days.
Too soon, it was time to pack up camp again. Legolas found he was actually sort of enjoying his stay with the Orcs. They appreciated common sense when they knew it. Unlike the Fellowship, although the little Hobbits were fun to make over…
Legolas hopped onto an Orc's back and waited as the rest of the army moved into formation. He noticed that the Orc had a badge on its armor that had a logo of a white hand. He asked the Orc what it meant.
The Orc started laughing. He laughed for a long time before he stopped, and then he told the Elf, "That is master. You will meet master."
"Uh, well, is he like you all?" Legolas asked. That was one of the things the Orcs did that still scared him. They had stopped torturing him though. He thought that maybe they appreciated his advice.
"Oh, not really. But he has long hair and long nails."
Legolas clapped his hands. "Wow. Okay."
Then the army set off. Legolas looked around and saw all the Orcs wore a badge with the white hand on it. He shrugged to himself and then took a nap.
~~ ~~~ ~~ ~~~ ~~ ~~~ ~~ ~~~ ~~
"I'm hungry," Pippin said to Merry. "When are we going to stop for tea?"
"We're traveling with Aragorn, you dolt. We don't get tea, or luncheon, or bedtime snacks, or second breakfast with him."
Pippin shot a glare at Aragorn, who was walking a little in front of him. The Hobbit could see the pretty pendant that Arwen had given him. He really wanted that pendant!
Merry saw Pippin staring at Aragorn again. "You know, old chap, I'm beginning to think you have a complex or something with Aragorn."
"What?"
Merry shrugged. "Well… just that you must look over at him at least twice as much as normal, and you're always scowling when he's not around…"
Pippin was now very angry. He tackled Merry and the two Hobbits went rolling into a ditch. As usual, Aragorn did not notice, and Boromir had his face buried in a map. Gandalf was trying to make Glenny walk on a leash.
The two Hobbits rolled until they hit some tree roots. "Listen, Merry," Pippin said with clenched teeth. "I'm only going to say this once- ONCE- okay? I have NOT got a thing for Aragorn. I mean, just look at him. He hasn't shaved for about a year, so his face is really messy, plus his hair is all oily- I wish Legolas was here so he would wash it already- and if you just look into his eyes you'll see that-"
He stopped. Merry was looking at him strangely again. "And you looked deep into Aragorn's eyes because…?"
"Just forget it!"
Merry shook his head doubtfully and the two Hobbits climbed out of the ditch and ran hard to catch up with the rest of the party. Aragorn, Pippin noted sourly, had still not noticed his Fellowship was two short.
The Orcs made him get down and wipe his feet on the doormat- the head Orc fondly pointed out to the Elf that it read, Go Away!- before entering. Inside was a cozy little room with powder blue wallpaper.
The Orc sat Legolas down on an armchair and offered him green tea and scones. Then they left him sitting there, nervously clutching the willow patterned china plate as they tramped away somewhere.
It wasn't long before someone new entered the room. It was a tall wizard with long hair and curved long nails, just as the Orc had told him.
"Hello," Legolas said politely, even though he noticed the wizard needed a manicure. "You must be the one they call master."
~~ ~~~ ~~ ~~~ ~~ ~~~ ~~
After much tramping around, the Fellowship was finally back on track. Boromir had used the maps to locate the place he thought Legolas was being held.
The Fellowship could see a dark tower in the distance. They could hear screams coming from the tower.
"Maybe they're torturing Legolas," Aragorn said.
"Is he getting hurt?" Pippin asked.
Aragorn nodded to him rather patronizingly. The Fellowship set down camp for the night, since they had found the place Legolas was being kept.
After everyone was asleep, Aragorn went over to Boromir. In a whisper, he asked, "Are you sure this is where we will find Legolas?"
Boromir turned over in his sleep.