Disclaimer: LotR isn't mine!



Author's Note: Sorry this is sooooooo late! I've had tennis, a play, and (worst of all) school! No time! I'm sure you all feel the same way... or at least I hope, so that I can have some sympathizers. ;) I hope you can enjoy it (even though it's late!) !





3 hours later, the horse was stopped and Legolas and Sanaa hopped off to grab some lunch.

"So what do you have to eat?" Sanaa asked.

"You tell me. You were in my bag for a day," Legolas muttered.

Sanaa stuck out her tongue. "It was dark in there."

"I suggest you put that tongue back in your mouth if you don't want it too be covered with poison ivy," Legolas said evenly. This threat was becoming more and more popular with him.

Sanaa's tongue returned. "Well? What have we got to eat?"

"Lembas."

"Lembas?"

"Lembas."

"That's it?"

"Yes."

"We can't live on lembas alone!"

"Does it matter if we live? I concentrate more on if I," Legolas replied rather coldly to his stowaway.

"Well...well fine then! You can't live on lembas alone!"

"Frodo did. In Mordor. With the Ring. And a wound from the Nazgul."

"But...but he's a hobbit! We-...You are an elf!"

"Doesn't matter."

Sanaa sat down on a log. "Can you catch another bird in your hair?" She asked hopefully.

Legolas glared and tossed her a piece of lembas.

She ate it sullenly and slowly for a few minutes before getting an idea. She laughed a satisfied little laugh to herself.

Legolas looked up from his lembas. "Are you okay?"

Sanaa looked up, startled. "Uh...yeah! Just coughing! The lembas got stuck in my throat!"

Legolas shrugged and continued to eat.

After a few more minutes of slow eating, Sanaa asked, "Legolas, can I see you bow?"

Legolas hesitated, but decided that she couldn't do too much damage to it. "Sure," he shrugged. He took it off of his back and tossed it to her.

Sanaa caught it deftly and smiled. "Thanks," she smiled again and stood up. She glanced quickly at Legolas and then began to run into the woods.

"Hey! Wait!" He shouted. He started to chase after her, then stopped. He smiled to himself. This was his window of opportunity. She was gone! He could ride off without her noticing! He began to put his bag on the horse.

Then, with a sudden thought, he frowned and sighed. His bow. He couldn't leave it. It was a very good bow. Resignedly, he sat down on the closest tree stump.

He sat. And sat. Then he did some more sitting. Followed by more. He idly picked up a blade of grass and twirled it between his thumb and forefinger.

It was really quite entertaining. He continued to do it for ten minutes. After the ten minutes were up, he heard a branch crack somewhere behind him. He turned on his tree stump, instinctively reached for his bow, and proceeded to fall off the stump in surprise and alarm when he realized it wasn't there.

He heard a sigh, followed by more cracking sticks. He saw Sanaa looking down on him a few seconds later. She stuck out her hand and pulled him off the ground.

"Where have you been?" He asked.

"Getting dinner," she smiled.