Rogue walked alongside her new friends, who she had gotten to know quite well now. She found that the hobbits were of best company, though Merry and Pippin were rather annoying. She thought it was pretty funny when they got into arguments about the stupidest things. Sam usually had to break them up. Frodo soon became her favorite of the four, though he seemed to be a little to sensitive towards others. Not that it was a bad thing at the time, but most any person could see where this could, in the future, create difficulties. They were pretty close in age too, as he was thirty three, and(in hobbit years) she was about 30. She laughed as he told her a short joke about a hobbit entering a bar. As they went along, the four hobbits shared of their adventures so far.
A lot of the times, even though they talked in barely a whisper, Rogue would listen to the conversations of the older men. Her ears seemed to be able to pick up noises from nearly a mile away. The ten companions seemed to travel in groups, the older men ahead, then her, Frodo, and Sam, then Merry and Pippin, though some of the time all the hobbits would travel together. She found it quite interesting, and informative, some of the things the older men would say. It was kind of hard to act like she couldn't hear them when she overheard Aragorn telling Legolas, Gimli, and Boromir what he had seen her doing the day she met him, as Gandalf already knew it seemed. Not to mention quite embarrassing as well. The older men always kept a suspicious eye locked on her from then on. The hobbits noticed too, at least Frodo did. He had told her before that Bagginses always had a good knack for noticing things like that. She told him not to worry about it, but soon the story of the painting she had looked at soon spread to the halflings, and Frodo mentioned no more of that subject. He didn't, however, seem to act any differently around her. Sam did, though. Not all that much, but enough for Frodo to glare at him once and awhile.
One of the most amusing things she found on their trip was how Sheba seemed to enjoy sneaking up on people, and pouncing on them. She had tried this on Rogue once or twice, but soon realized that Rogue could too easily figure out she was behind her, and was also very good at fending her off. Aragorn, especially, seemed to draw Sheba's attention. Rogue noticed a pattern eventually. Every time Aragorn said Rogue's name in a private conversation that didn't include her, Sheba would decide she wanted to have some fun. Rogue liked how protective Sheba was, she definitely needed the reassurance. Rogue had to made sure she didn't pounce on any of the hobbits, but Sheba had a mind of her own. Once and a while she would sneak up behind one, mostly Sam, and have a little fun with him as well.
"We should stop here for rest, we shouldn't push on the smaller ones at such a rate, they will get exhausted." Aragorn said to Gandalf in a hushed voice. Sheba picked up her ears to hear what he was talking about, but didn't hear Rogues name, or anything about her. She started growling a low, playful growl, and quickened her pace to catch up with Aragorn, so Rogue pushed her back, trying not to start any trouble. Aragorn put down his bags and supplies, and announced that they would take a short rest for supper, and consider staying there for the night, as the sun was nearly beginning to set. After an hour or so, everyone was settled in, and it was getting dark faster. They had started a fire after deciding to stay, and while the sun was still up, Legolas was trying to teach Rogue how to manage a bow and arrow. She dropped her quiver, letting the arrows fall out of it as they pleased. Legolas gave her a short lived glare, and she picked one that hadn't fallen out. Aiming in as he instructed, she let an arrow fly to the pan that hung off a stick they had planted there. It hit the pot with precise aim, and Legolas stared.
"I thought you were a beginner!" He said looking suspiciously surprised.
"I did too, but I guess not." She said, surprised herself. Taking out another arrow from behind her, she aimed without any help from Legolas, and hit the same place. "I wonder..." She said to herself out loud, and took a few steps back. She kept walking back until she was a good distance away form the pot, more than twice as far as she had been, and aimed, shot, and hit right on again.
"Now your just showing off." Legolas said with a slight smirk. Laughing, Rogue came back over to where the arrows lay scattered on the ground and began to pick them up. Suddenly, Sheba let out a mighty roar, startling every one. Rogue stood bolt strait up, hand going to her sword by pure instinct she didn't even know she had.
"Somethings wrong." She said aloud, in a deep, alert tone.
A lot of the times, even though they talked in barely a whisper, Rogue would listen to the conversations of the older men. Her ears seemed to be able to pick up noises from nearly a mile away. The ten companions seemed to travel in groups, the older men ahead, then her, Frodo, and Sam, then Merry and Pippin, though some of the time all the hobbits would travel together. She found it quite interesting, and informative, some of the things the older men would say. It was kind of hard to act like she couldn't hear them when she overheard Aragorn telling Legolas, Gimli, and Boromir what he had seen her doing the day she met him, as Gandalf already knew it seemed. Not to mention quite embarrassing as well. The older men always kept a suspicious eye locked on her from then on. The hobbits noticed too, at least Frodo did. He had told her before that Bagginses always had a good knack for noticing things like that. She told him not to worry about it, but soon the story of the painting she had looked at soon spread to the halflings, and Frodo mentioned no more of that subject. He didn't, however, seem to act any differently around her. Sam did, though. Not all that much, but enough for Frodo to glare at him once and awhile.
One of the most amusing things she found on their trip was how Sheba seemed to enjoy sneaking up on people, and pouncing on them. She had tried this on Rogue once or twice, but soon realized that Rogue could too easily figure out she was behind her, and was also very good at fending her off. Aragorn, especially, seemed to draw Sheba's attention. Rogue noticed a pattern eventually. Every time Aragorn said Rogue's name in a private conversation that didn't include her, Sheba would decide she wanted to have some fun. Rogue liked how protective Sheba was, she definitely needed the reassurance. Rogue had to made sure she didn't pounce on any of the hobbits, but Sheba had a mind of her own. Once and a while she would sneak up behind one, mostly Sam, and have a little fun with him as well.
"We should stop here for rest, we shouldn't push on the smaller ones at such a rate, they will get exhausted." Aragorn said to Gandalf in a hushed voice. Sheba picked up her ears to hear what he was talking about, but didn't hear Rogues name, or anything about her. She started growling a low, playful growl, and quickened her pace to catch up with Aragorn, so Rogue pushed her back, trying not to start any trouble. Aragorn put down his bags and supplies, and announced that they would take a short rest for supper, and consider staying there for the night, as the sun was nearly beginning to set. After an hour or so, everyone was settled in, and it was getting dark faster. They had started a fire after deciding to stay, and while the sun was still up, Legolas was trying to teach Rogue how to manage a bow and arrow. She dropped her quiver, letting the arrows fall out of it as they pleased. Legolas gave her a short lived glare, and she picked one that hadn't fallen out. Aiming in as he instructed, she let an arrow fly to the pan that hung off a stick they had planted there. It hit the pot with precise aim, and Legolas stared.
"I thought you were a beginner!" He said looking suspiciously surprised.
"I did too, but I guess not." She said, surprised herself. Taking out another arrow from behind her, she aimed without any help from Legolas, and hit the same place. "I wonder..." She said to herself out loud, and took a few steps back. She kept walking back until she was a good distance away form the pot, more than twice as far as she had been, and aimed, shot, and hit right on again.
"Now your just showing off." Legolas said with a slight smirk. Laughing, Rogue came back over to where the arrows lay scattered on the ground and began to pick them up. Suddenly, Sheba let out a mighty roar, startling every one. Rogue stood bolt strait up, hand going to her sword by pure instinct she didn't even know she had.
"Somethings wrong." She said aloud, in a deep, alert tone.