Well, as stupid as it might be, I'm going to continue with it!

Disclaimer: Again with the shoes (

Legolas examined the bruise on his leg and scowled through the darkness at his 'attacker'. As the girl was in no fit state to travel, he had taken it upon him to help her, after all, he was an elf.

The meagre campsite did nothing to raise Maxine's spirits. Being plucked from your maths class and dropped into an alternate reality really wasn't all it was cracked up to be. Maxine sighed in despair, this was bad. She curled guiltyly into a ball with her back to Legolas, feeling bad about the way she had treated him earlier.

Legolas noticed his companions movements and took the opportunity to have a proper look at her. Well, her hair matched his, she appeared fit enough to continue running tomorrow. He couldn't say much for her clothes, nor could he see her face.

Maxine issued a small sigh. Legolas pitied her, in an effort to reassure her he asked her her name.

"Why should I tell you, elf-boy?" The answer was sharp. "Because, girl, I'm the only one who can help you." Legolas smiled sweetly as she sat up to face him.

The blonde girl reached for another square of lambas bread and answered aound a mouthful of crumbs, "Maxine."

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