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*~* It had been decided, after the council, that Legolas would go. He was nervous and shaking from head to toe but he forced a smile as if it was the best thing that had ever happened to him. He closed his eyes in memory at the thought of the separate council he had with Elrond.
"Lord Elrond?" asked Legolas, coming into a large study with sweeping shelves of books and papers lining all of the walls.
The elf at the wooden desk looked up with interest, but Legolas could tell that he looked distraught. "Ah, Legolas." But his voice wavered as if he had just heard something terrible, or perhaps he had guessed already what Legolas was going to say.
Legolas said quietly, "I wish to go to Mordor with the hobbits."
Elrond smiled grimly. "It is a terrible task."
"I feel I must go," replied the elf prince. "Hobbits have generously given their lives to that council, the least I can do is help them."
Elrond continued scribbling on a piece of parchment before putting his pen down and standing up. "If that is how you feel, then you are permitted. If that is what you came here to ask me. Do not worry, you are not the only volunteer. Aragorn-" Elrond's face grew pale. "He is also to go with you and the hobbits." The two then were interrupted by a door opening suddenly and Boromir bowing, "Lord Elrond..."
Legolas brightened. "Well, with the merry hobbits, Aragorn and Boromir, this should not be too dim of a trip."
"Dim is your mind growing Legolas," said Boromir grimly. "We are walking into Mordor, into the peril of Middle Earth."
"Seven companions," said Elrond. "Gandalf, Boromir of Gondor, Legolas of Mirkwood, Aragorn of Gondor, Frodo son of Drogo, Samwise Gamgee and Gimli son of Gloin."
"Gimli?" cried Legolas suddenly. "You would send a dwarf on this quest?"
"I think that soon you will see that differences matter no more."
*~*
Legolas had only been there a day after, giving Sam only one archery lesson, when he was summoned by Elrond as a scout to Mirkwood, to inquire more of Gollum, but Legolas knew deep down inside that Elrond was hoping he would tell his father of his absence, but not of his quest.
He was disappointed that Aragorn was not to be ridign with him but that he was to be riding with rangers. Legolas had several of Elrond's counselors with him. The ride began swiftly, all being elves and needing no sleep.
He was a swift rider, who rode with no saddle nor bridle, but was light and did not hurt the horse. His steed was swifter than many horses he had ridden before. This one seemed to know the movements he wanted to direct before he even directed them. The horse never tired on him, always running as fast as it could with only a few stops.
Glorfindel rode with him, by orders of Elrond, and he was quite disappointed. It was not as noble of a quest as he had hoped to get. Legolas could have done the errand by himself in truth, but someone had to be there to guard the young prince. Legolas was not told this and merely thought him a companion. Thranduil was always so careful about Legolas and would probably blame Elrond for something or other if Legolas showed up alone.
Glorfindel noticed that Legolas's steps grew prouder each moment that they grew closer to Mirkwood. His strides were more elegant as was his mien. As they entered the woods, Glorfindel sighed. "What kind of darkness is this?"
Legolas shivered in the adjustment. "I-I do not know. It is unnaturally dark today."
"Is something wrong?"
"I do not know!" Legolas replied, taking off into the darkness. "Follow me closely Glorfindel! I know short cuts!"
Glorfindel sighed angrily, "All right young prince, just hang on for a moment or two. Let me catch my breath."
"No time! Do you want to be back before the others or not?"
"This isn't a race!" protested Glorfindel as he hurried to catch up with Legolas.
"Quiet now," warned Legolas. "When entering the realm guards fear noise as a threat."
"Then they must terribly fear you," mumbled the elf.
"Come along," Legolas whispered, having not heard. "Quickly..."
Soon, Glorfindel found that he had lost the prince all together in the darkness and sighed in anger. "Legolas? Where have you got to?" It was then that he heard the creaking of a bow behind him. Turning with his bright elven eyes he found several guards pointing arrows at him. "By orders of the King Thranduil, all intruders are to be dealt with severely!"
Glorfindel held up his hands, revealing that he intended to raise no weapons. "I am a friend of your realm, with the prince."
"Name?" demanded one guard.
"Glorfindel of the royal house of Imladris."
"Ah," said a second. "The king thought the Lord Elrond might have sent a messenger. Come along then."
Glorfindel followed the guards uneasily through the forest, taking the "shortcuts" that Legolas had spoken of. Soon the darkness grew slightly lighter and a stone castle built out of caves came in view. He was soon led through a door and inside, where he found that Legolas had thrown himself onto the floor.
Thranduil entered the room, escorted by two guards and he fell to his knees next to the prince. "Legolas! Are you wounded?"
Legolas sat up cross-legged and embraced Thranduil, "Nay, Adar!"
Thranduil sighed in relief and stood to his feet, helping Legolas up also. "Come my son, I am so glad at your return!"
"I am afraid, Adar, that I am not so glad as you, for I have grave news to tell you, and I am only here at this moment because I have been sent by the Lord Elrond of Rivendell."
Thranduil looked surprised, and then shook his head. "Legolas, what have you gotten yourself into now?"
"Adar, I know you will reproach my decision, but I have made it, and I do not reproach myself."
Thranduil looked at him suspiciously. "Dare I ask?" Then he saw Glorfindel. "At least the Lord Elrond has enough sense to send someone with you! These days I cannot trust even such a short distance."
Glorfindel bowed, "King Thranduil I presume? We have come to ask if there has been any more signs of the Gollum creature."
"No," replied Thranduil. "There have been no signs."
"Then my questions are answered."
Legolas bowed his head slowly as Thranduil glanced at him suspiciously. "Adar, I am sorry I disobeyed you. I should have taken someone with me-"
"Legolas, what is going on?" he asked.
"Adar," said Legolas quietly, "The Ring of Sauron has been found."
It took a moment or two before that completely registered to Thranduil. He sank deep into his throne and as his face grew pale. He asked, "How?"
Legolas saw Thranduil's desperate eyes and he knew he could not tell him of the peril he was to walk into. Instead he sank once again to the ground and said, "Adar, forgive me, but I can say no more."
Glorfindel cleared his throat, "If I may be allowed to interrupt, King Thranduil..." Then he continued to explain all that had happened. He finished with, "Legolas will be helping out a little around Rivendell. I am afraid it will be a while before he returns."
Thranduil was quiet for a moment before standing up and saying, "You may not have my son. I will not allow him to go anywhere near that cursed power."
"We are not asking for your son," said Glorfindel, "We just need his assistance for a little while."
Thranduil glared threateningly at Glorfindel. "I said no."
"Adar," interrupted Legolas gently, "It is perfectly safe. No harm can come to me." But his eyes denied him and Thranduil read him like a book.
"Legolas, I do not tolerate lies now and I never have! Now what is this- assistance? Before I permit anything I must know what it is."
Glorfindel shot a pleading look at Legolas, but knew that he had already given in. "Send away your servants and shut the doors!" he ordered. Then this was done.
Legolas's eyes began to fill up with tears. He knew it was the wrong decision! All along he knew it...his father needed him, that's who he was and where he belonged. It was always in Mirkwood!
Once again a great debate struggled within him. His heart said, he was right, but his mind said he was wrong and that he needed to back out on the quest as soon as possible. He could do his role on his own in Mirkwood. Legolas, however, for all his life had listened to his heart and he heard its call far above the mind and said, "Adar, I am to take the Ring to Mordor. It is to be destroyed." He closed his eyes tightly, not knowing what to expect, but feeling as if he had betrayed his father by leaving him, by sending himself to his death. When there was no answer he looked up to see a tear slip down Thranduil's face. Legolas looked away, but his father held his chin up and into his eyes said, "My son, why have you held yourself to such a thing?" he said it kindly, weakly, but in a way that made Legolas feel terrible.
"I love you Adar," replied Legolas, "But it is my true destiny. My heart will lead me."
"Lead you to what?" asked Thranduil delicately. "Death? My son, do not go. Death is the only thing there for you."
"No, Adar, to victory. And even if I am not victorious, I will die knowing that I tried to save my people, to save Middle Earth."
Thranduil was silent and Legolas continued, "You cannot be there to protect me forever Adar. You cannot always make the decisions for me. However, you have the final word as you are my father and king. What say you?"
It was several more moments before Thranduil replied gravely, "I see in your eyes a light so determined, so sure of itself...Legolas, I know you will succeed." Then, with much effort he bowed his head silently and uttered the words, "I permit."
Legolas threw him into a rather tight hug and as a tear slipped down his face replied, "I will not fail you."
*~*
"Can your father keep a secret?" asked Glorfindel, once their horses were racing over the plains again.
"I think so," replied Legolas. "For me he would."
"Are you alright?"
Legolas blinked away tears, "Yes, I am Glorfindel. I am about as alright as I can get."
Glorfindel gave him a sad smile and replied, "Come Legolas, the meeting has passed and we are to return to merriment once more."
"Glorfindel," said Legolas, "You don't understand. The merriest place in the world for me was my home and now I fear I can never face my father again."
Glorfindel veered his horse over and placed a comforting hand on the prince's shoulder while the horses ran. "That is not true Legolas. I saw only love in his eyes; in fact I think you rather impressed him. I doubt he would volunteer for such a valiant quest."
"My grandfather fought at the gates of Mordor," muttered Legolas, "I suppose it is time another of my house take the next step and go to the fires."
"Come Legolas, the choice has been made. Fill your mind with more pleasant things."
*~*
"Where are the rest of the scouts?" asked Elrond, on a balcony facing out to the valley.
Gandalf put a comforting hand on his shoulder. "The prince of Mirkwood draws close as does Glorfindel. I can sense their arrival."
Elrond smiled grimly and said, "Gandalf, is there any hope at all that we will win this war?"
"Yes," said Gandalf. "You said it yourself quite a few years before. You predicted this when you handed Aragorn the shards of Narsil. You knew this was to come."
"But not- this." Then the two fell quiet and he continued, "I sensed something, but never this great of horror, never did I once glimpse the ring in a dream, I only saw the Ringwraiths." He paused. "That could have only meant one thing, but to take it to Mordor for it to be destroyed, well that is something I cringed at when I heard it out of my own mouth."
"There is hope Adar," a voice said from behind them.
Elrond turned to find Aragorn and said, grimly smiling again, "Eavesdropping?"
Aragorn laughed and embraced him, "Adar, everything is going to be alright. Estel, remember? You told me so only a week ago. That I was estel for all the people."
"Yes, you are Aragorn," said Gandalf. Then he paused. "Aragorn, what are you doing? Where are Elladan and Elrohir? Did they not go with you? What have you found out?"
Aragorn chuckled, "So many questions at once. Perhaps I will be relieved when I start this quest."
Gandalf smiled softly and asked, "Will you answer them?"
"Of course. First I think I should answer why Elrohir and Elladan are not with me, for Adar."
Elrond opened his mouth to say something but closed it.
"No," replied Aragorn quietly, "They are in no danger that I know of. But they would not speak their errand to me."
"You told me you were to go off with them," said Elrond.
"I know," replied Aragorn. "But they broke off from me when we reached Weathertop so I went to the rangers to search."
Gandalf raised a brow, "They simply broke off from you?"
Aragorn nodded and chanced a sad smile at Elrond, who was staring back off into the valley. "I am sure they are alright Adar."
*~*
It was several months from the day of the council when the scouts returned, first Legolas and Glorfindel, then Gimli and Gloin. After them came several of Elrond's household, then Gandalf, then Aragorn. Soon after, along came Elladan and Elrohir, who looked grave and only spoke to Elrond of their quest.
The day to depart had come and the fellowship gathered quietly in the front hall, before a fire, scarcely looking at each other and never speaking. Elrond stood in the back of the room, watching Aragorn with a sad glow to his eyes, knowing the burden his son would have to face. The hobbits were gathered together in a corner, rummaging through their packs. Frodo just sat there, however, fingering the ring, which had been placed on a chain around his neck, with a distant look, as if he were not in Rivendell, but already facing the burden of Mordor. Aragorn sat on a couch, his head bowed, but his eyes drawn to the fire, staring into it, emotionless, while Gimli stood next to his father, the two just standing there, as statues. Boromir of Gondor was pacing very slowly, waiting anxiously for the journey to begin, wishing to start and end it as quickly as possible. There were two missing however, Legolas and Gandalf.
It was a moment later when he entered at a run. Then he slowed and saw the somber faces on his future companions' faces. They were desperate, staring at the ground, nervous. "I-I've found my bow Lord Elrond." He said. "I hope I have not held the fellowship up..."
Elrond shook his head, even though it was true. A moment later Gandalf came out of the house and Elrond then motioned for them to gather around him, Merry and Pippin included to Legolas's surprise (apparently they were to go too). Then he spoke of what was to lie ahead and where they were to go first. It was not long before they said their goodbyes and went off, all sad and quiet, determined to take on the burden.
The moment they stepped out of the valley, even Legolas's heart was grieved. He was beginning to wish that Elrond had equipped them with horses, for walking would take a long time to get anywhere. He was taking up the rear of the party, for he had the sharpest eyes and was best for a guard. Even the slightest movement, whether it had been bird or threat, made him move for his bow, however. He soon began to formulate the thought that perhaps his eyes were not going to help him, that he was just too afraid.
Gimli had his head lowered, thinking of his father. He suddenly had gotten the idea that he would never see him again. This deeply saddened him and he looked around the rest of the fellowship to see if anyone else felt this way. Indeed it looked so, because each walked in exactly the same way, their heads bowed and their eyes liquid.
Boromir's thoughts were slightly different however. He was only thinking of winning glory. His father already held high opinions for him and for some reason he was sure he was going to see him again. His main worry was Mordor and if he would ever make it out alive again. He sighed and said, "I suppose we have made no progress yet."
Aragorn looked up, his head heavy from sadness, but said nothing. His thoughts dwelled to the sword at his waist, the glimmering Narsil, the blade that was broken. What a spot of trouble his lineage had gotten him into. That was for sure, but excitement flooded through him, for even though he knew it would not be easy, he knew the result would be something great- the return of the king.
"Aw, Strider," complained Pippin. "Why must you look so sad all of the time? I always thought you were the one of us with the most confidence. When you've lost hope, what are we to think?"
Aragorn let out a soft laugh. "Well if it comforts you Pippin, I will try to look hopeful."
"When are we stopping for supper?" asked Merry.
Aragorn shrugged. "Whenever it is safe to do so. I think we should go a little further before we stop and make camp." He turned and called to the back of their group, "Legolas!" There was no answer and he called again.
The elf replied, "What is it Aragorn?"
Aragorn stopped, ushering the rest of the group to move on until Legolas was walking next to him. "What do you see?"
Legolas squinted his eyes and smirked. "You."
Aragorn laughed but then said seriously, "No, I mean..."
Legolas climbed onto a boulder and stood on top, viewing the land. It was a moment or so more when he called. "Well, we've gone quite a few miles."
"Look ahead!" called Aragorn.
Legolas put a hand to his forehead and squinted through the sunset. "No...Nothing..." Then he yelped and fell backward, just clinging to the rock with his feet.
Aragorn glared up at him. "We've no time for stunts, now in order to stop to eat we have to know if it is safe!"
Legolas bit his lip. "I didn't like what I saw." Then he swung upward and grabbed the crevice his feet were in, and then climbed back down. He plopped down in front of Aragorn and said, "But I'm really hungry."
Aragorn looked at him curiously, having not heard what he had said when he was climbing down. "Well, what did you see?"
Legolas nodded slightly, "Yes...All clear," he lied.
"Legolas," said Aragorn, "You saw something. What was it?"
Legolas paused, pondering how he was to describe it. "It was fire." He continued a moment later, "It was looking at me."
Aragorn was distant for a moment and then shook his head. "It is no immediate threat. We will camp in about ten minutes."
*~*
Gimli leaned against a rock, watching the Pippin start the fire as dusk began to settle. Merry dropped some pine needles into it and it began to crackle and pop. The scent of the woods had deepened and little fireflies were off to the side glittering every once. To add to this there were sparks coming up from the flames, but only a few that would disappear a moment later.
Legolas sat crosslegged by the fire too, curling himself up into a blanket he had borrowed from Aragorn (Legolas did not bring one because he does not sleep) from the chilly air, the aroma of fowl coming to him from the fire as it was being roasted.
Boromir was beside Pippin, asking him questions about the Shire and of their foods there. He even volunteered to look for spices, for he knew that the food might be no good without it.
Sam sat with a comforting arm around Frodo, watching him finger the ring in his hands. They said nothing, but only sat there.
Aragorn spoke quietly with Gandalf just in reach of the fire, studying maps and whispering plans in deeply hushed tones, just enough for the rest of the fellowship to know they were speaking secrets, but could not figure them out.
Finally, Legolas said, "Even with this fire it is dreadfully cold. Perhaps we should have waited to journey until summer."
"Then," replied Boromir. "It would be too hot."
Legolas held his hands in front of the fire. "Well, I could use a little heat right now..."
"We dwarves do not become too cold or too warm. We are quite adjusted to all sorts of weather," said Gimli.
Legolas shivered, "W-Well we elves are not quite like that."
"Not built as well you mean?"
"Now come on!" protested Boromir. "This trip is bad enough without an old feud going on."
"I agree!" declared Merry.
"Is the food almost ready Merry?" asked Legolas. "I am practically starving."
Boromir laughed, "So am I. But patience Legolas, we must not underestimate the food of Hobbiton that he has told me so much about!"
"Legolas," asked Gandalf. "Could you come here for a moment?"
"Ooh, Legolas gets to finally plan something." Boromir stated, crossing his arms in boredom.
"I don't get it," said Legolas, as he stood up, gathering the blanket close around his shoulders and feeling himself freeze up as he went over to Gandalf and Aragorn. "You two are much too far from the fire!" he complained.
Gandalf ignored the comment and asked, "Describe more of what you have seen today. Aragorn mentioned that it might have been the eye."
"It certainly looked like an eye," replied Legolas.
Gandalf sighed. "Legolas, be much more careful the next time you look to the east for us. We now know that Sauron is watching more closely. Right now, all he has glimpsed is an elf standing on a boulder, but he must see no more."
Legolas hung his head and mumbled an apology, but Gandalf replied gravely, "Our own powers will have to be limited. Even mine, for fear he will see."
"Let us hope," interrupted Aragorn, "-that he has not seen Frodo."
"When are we going to rest?" complained Pippin loudly.
Gandalf growled, "Pippin, I have already said it. We do not rest until the morning. We travel the rest of the night- as far as we can get. We could use the cover of night."
"But it has been an entire day since we have rested, and now you wish to walk us through the night?" asked Legolas.
"What do you care elf?" demanded Gimli. "You do not have to sleep!"
Legolas scowled before sitting back at his place by the fire and reaching for the food that Pippin had just finished readying.
*~*
The morning brought a weather change and the sun was dimly shining. The hills were golden, but the fellowship did not care, their eyes were so heavy with weariness. The moment Aragorn said, "Let us camp here," the hobbits immediately collapsed onto the ground. After eating a little bit of food they fell directly asleep.
Frodo, however, stayed up for a little longer, watching the sunlight and listening to Aragorn and Gandalf softly arguing over which way they were to go. It was obvious that Gandalf was angry and that Aragorn was getting his way because he was often reproaching the ranger and muttering things about how terrible a decision it was. Aragorn ignored him and passed him a piece of bread. "Come, eat Gandalf." Soon everyone had fallen asleep except Legolas, but he was weary as well (he does not need sleep but he does need rest). He was assigned the first watch and was later relieved by Gandalf and then Gandalf by Gimli.
The next night walk went on uneventful and little was spoken. Then they camped and slept the next day. Soon they continued on deep into the third night. Legolas could see through the dark that they had reached the foot of the mountain Caradhras. He grabbed Boromir's arm in fear. "Is he taking us up this mountain Boromir? All the way up?"
Boromir groaned, "I am afraid so."
"Oh!" grumbled Gimli. "Did you feel that?"
"Snow?" moaned Legolas. "Just a little something extra to make the cold even more unbearable." But that something extra began to fall faster and harder and seen they were up to their knees in snow. Boromir had to pluck the hobbits out of the snow a few times. They gathered in front of a fire against the mountain wall as the snow gathered a round them.
It was soon sure that they would die if they did not find warmth up on that mountain. They passed around Sam's matches and each took a turn at the fire, but could not keep a flame amidst that terrible wind. Gandalf finally tried with his magic, but, even though he made fire, he tried to tell them that it would notify any spy of Sauron that they were there.
Legolas had Aragorn's blanket gathered about him again and Aragorn had to pull out what ever extra he could find for himself, insisiting that the Elf keep his because he needed it so much. Legolas closed his eyes and sank contentedly into the snow, while the others complained about how they were out of wood. Luckily the snow was thinning as was the wind as well. Finally the dawn began to come upon them, giving them some look at the desolate land that lay before them, mountains and more mountains.
Legolas put his ear to the wall, listening to the stones tell their tales. They spoke of the mountain's anger and of its vengeance for unwanted travelers. It worried him and he began to wonder if they would ever make it out alive. Death... it whispered, a sad, slow whisper. Legolas quickly turned awwya, not even considering that it could be a warning. He glared at Gimli, who was carrying out a conversation about him to Boromir.
"I think he's delierious. Talking to stones!" said Gimli loudly.
Boromir bit his lip. "Gimli-"
"As if they would actually say something back! But of course that would be an elf!"
"Hold your tongue Dwarf!" growled Legolas from behind him.
Boromir said simply, "I warned you."
Gimli turned to find an arrow pointed directly between his eyes and he swallowed hard. "N-No hard feelings Legolas." He smiled weakly. "Just a joke between friends."
Legolas lowered his arrows, but scowled. "Certainly I am not the friend it is between."
Soon no one found the strength to let the argument carry on and after many long moments, all signs of it were gone. Once again, the thought was back on survival. Finally Gimli said "'Caradhras has not forgiven us...The soon\er we go back and down the better.'" (Tolkien, The Ring Goes South, The Fellowship of the Ring).
Legolas thought hard and finally said, "'If Gandalf would go before us with a bright flame, he might melt a path for you.'" (The Ring Goes South- im just gonna say the chapter title from now on, cuz we all know its from the Fellowship of the Ring and that Tolkien wrote it). But the look on Gandalf's face told him that it was impossible.
"'If Elves could fly over mountains, they might fetch the Sun to save us,'" (The Ring Goes South) replied Gandalf, which made Legolas's ears turn pink. Gandalf continued. "'But I must have something to work on. I cannot burn snow.'" (The Ring Goes South).
Boromir then volunteered to seek a path through the snow for the others and to scout out the land behind them to see how dangerous it was and how much snow lie there. Aragorn also went with him, both claiming that the 'strongest must seek a way'. (The Ring Goes South).
It was then that the others sat upon the ground with heavy hearts and watched them, all except for Legolas, who leaned against the rock with a smile playing across his lips. It was comical for him, who had been raised with the thoughts that humans were not too bright (hm.) The fact that they were struggling through something as simple as walking through snow was too much for him (remember he is an elf). He could barely keep himself from laughing and finally said to the rest of the fellowship: 'The strongest must seek a way, say you? But I say: let a ploughman plough, but choose an otter for swimming, and for running light over grass and leaf, or over snow- an Elf.' (The Ring Goes South).
Then he began to run, chuckling to himself at the deep foot prints that the men had made as they went along. He glanced over his shoulder back at Gandalf and called "'Farewell!... I go to find the Sun!'" (The Ring Goes South). He could hear Gandalf's laugh as he went along, finally coming up to Aragorn and Boromir, who were panting deeply.
"Such a good morning! So lovely! Nice and-" he grinned. "-cold. A spectacular day for a run!" Then he waved his hand and went off ahead of them, leaving the men to grumble at him.
It was not long before he looked back and saw that he could no longer see the men behind him, but he kept running. Finally, he reached the point where he remembered first feeling the snow fall and pressed his ear to a rock. Yes...There were nine people passing that way a day before...Yes... Legolas thanked the rock (only after looking to see if Boromir or Gimli was watching) and climbed a larger rock, so that the land was clearly laid out before him. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, imagining exactly what they were doing without him in Mirkwood. It was exactly twenty three minutes later, the elf counted, that he caught sight of Aragorn and Boromir in the distance, coming down the mountain side, huffing and puffing from weariness, their breath ice before them. When they arrived, they both took to a rock, took a few sips from their water cases and breathed heavily, glad to have a rest.
"Well," said Legolas. "I am so glad I am an Elf, or perhaps I would not have seen this wonderful view while the sun was still coming up!"
"Legolas, that is far from kind," said Boromir angrily. "We really have been working! You moved no snow! And you certainly left no trail for us to follow!"
"Elves don't leave trails," said Aragorn. "I thought you knew that."
"Aragorn, I remember nothing, I am so weary," answered the Man. "I am also cold and hungry."
Legolas rubbed his hands together for warmth (even though he was an Elf he still could become cold). "I suppose if you are not moving, you could freeze."
"No." Boromir stated, sarcasm flowing through his voice, but Legolas did not pick up on it. He simply said, "Oh, I thought you could. I know I am cold. Let us make a fire-"
"We must get back to the hobbits," said Aragorn. "We may worry about us once we help them."
"Agreed!" shouted Legolas, jumping to his feet.
Boromir groaned. "Why is he always so excited?"
"I was raised by elves," whispered Aragorn. "They are all like that."
"I have ears like the rest of them too," stated Legolas. "And if I am simply too happy for you I could crawl on the ground, complain and have you carry me back to camp. How is that for a change?"
Boromir smiled and clapped him on the shoulder. "Alright Elf. It can be done." Then he grabbed the elf around the waiste and lifted him. Then he set him down. "I am too weary."
Legolas laughed grimly and said, "Then follow me. I have enough strength left for all three of us."
When Legolas had ran ahead of them, Boromir whispered, "Always ahead of us."
Aragorn replied, "I know," and then quickened his pace.
*~* Yeah, another long chapter. It ended kind of weird too. Anyway, please tell me what you liked or what you didn't and if it's any good! Have an awesome day!
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*~* It had been decided, after the council, that Legolas would go. He was nervous and shaking from head to toe but he forced a smile as if it was the best thing that had ever happened to him. He closed his eyes in memory at the thought of the separate council he had with Elrond.
"Lord Elrond?" asked Legolas, coming into a large study with sweeping shelves of books and papers lining all of the walls.
The elf at the wooden desk looked up with interest, but Legolas could tell that he looked distraught. "Ah, Legolas." But his voice wavered as if he had just heard something terrible, or perhaps he had guessed already what Legolas was going to say.
Legolas said quietly, "I wish to go to Mordor with the hobbits."
Elrond smiled grimly. "It is a terrible task."
"I feel I must go," replied the elf prince. "Hobbits have generously given their lives to that council, the least I can do is help them."
Elrond continued scribbling on a piece of parchment before putting his pen down and standing up. "If that is how you feel, then you are permitted. If that is what you came here to ask me. Do not worry, you are not the only volunteer. Aragorn-" Elrond's face grew pale. "He is also to go with you and the hobbits." The two then were interrupted by a door opening suddenly and Boromir bowing, "Lord Elrond..."
Legolas brightened. "Well, with the merry hobbits, Aragorn and Boromir, this should not be too dim of a trip."
"Dim is your mind growing Legolas," said Boromir grimly. "We are walking into Mordor, into the peril of Middle Earth."
"Seven companions," said Elrond. "Gandalf, Boromir of Gondor, Legolas of Mirkwood, Aragorn of Gondor, Frodo son of Drogo, Samwise Gamgee and Gimli son of Gloin."
"Gimli?" cried Legolas suddenly. "You would send a dwarf on this quest?"
"I think that soon you will see that differences matter no more."
*~*
Legolas had only been there a day after, giving Sam only one archery lesson, when he was summoned by Elrond as a scout to Mirkwood, to inquire more of Gollum, but Legolas knew deep down inside that Elrond was hoping he would tell his father of his absence, but not of his quest.
He was disappointed that Aragorn was not to be ridign with him but that he was to be riding with rangers. Legolas had several of Elrond's counselors with him. The ride began swiftly, all being elves and needing no sleep.
He was a swift rider, who rode with no saddle nor bridle, but was light and did not hurt the horse. His steed was swifter than many horses he had ridden before. This one seemed to know the movements he wanted to direct before he even directed them. The horse never tired on him, always running as fast as it could with only a few stops.
Glorfindel rode with him, by orders of Elrond, and he was quite disappointed. It was not as noble of a quest as he had hoped to get. Legolas could have done the errand by himself in truth, but someone had to be there to guard the young prince. Legolas was not told this and merely thought him a companion. Thranduil was always so careful about Legolas and would probably blame Elrond for something or other if Legolas showed up alone.
Glorfindel noticed that Legolas's steps grew prouder each moment that they grew closer to Mirkwood. His strides were more elegant as was his mien. As they entered the woods, Glorfindel sighed. "What kind of darkness is this?"
Legolas shivered in the adjustment. "I-I do not know. It is unnaturally dark today."
"Is something wrong?"
"I do not know!" Legolas replied, taking off into the darkness. "Follow me closely Glorfindel! I know short cuts!"
Glorfindel sighed angrily, "All right young prince, just hang on for a moment or two. Let me catch my breath."
"No time! Do you want to be back before the others or not?"
"This isn't a race!" protested Glorfindel as he hurried to catch up with Legolas.
"Quiet now," warned Legolas. "When entering the realm guards fear noise as a threat."
"Then they must terribly fear you," mumbled the elf.
"Come along," Legolas whispered, having not heard. "Quickly..."
Soon, Glorfindel found that he had lost the prince all together in the darkness and sighed in anger. "Legolas? Where have you got to?" It was then that he heard the creaking of a bow behind him. Turning with his bright elven eyes he found several guards pointing arrows at him. "By orders of the King Thranduil, all intruders are to be dealt with severely!"
Glorfindel held up his hands, revealing that he intended to raise no weapons. "I am a friend of your realm, with the prince."
"Name?" demanded one guard.
"Glorfindel of the royal house of Imladris."
"Ah," said a second. "The king thought the Lord Elrond might have sent a messenger. Come along then."
Glorfindel followed the guards uneasily through the forest, taking the "shortcuts" that Legolas had spoken of. Soon the darkness grew slightly lighter and a stone castle built out of caves came in view. He was soon led through a door and inside, where he found that Legolas had thrown himself onto the floor.
Thranduil entered the room, escorted by two guards and he fell to his knees next to the prince. "Legolas! Are you wounded?"
Legolas sat up cross-legged and embraced Thranduil, "Nay, Adar!"
Thranduil sighed in relief and stood to his feet, helping Legolas up also. "Come my son, I am so glad at your return!"
"I am afraid, Adar, that I am not so glad as you, for I have grave news to tell you, and I am only here at this moment because I have been sent by the Lord Elrond of Rivendell."
Thranduil looked surprised, and then shook his head. "Legolas, what have you gotten yourself into now?"
"Adar, I know you will reproach my decision, but I have made it, and I do not reproach myself."
Thranduil looked at him suspiciously. "Dare I ask?" Then he saw Glorfindel. "At least the Lord Elrond has enough sense to send someone with you! These days I cannot trust even such a short distance."
Glorfindel bowed, "King Thranduil I presume? We have come to ask if there has been any more signs of the Gollum creature."
"No," replied Thranduil. "There have been no signs."
"Then my questions are answered."
Legolas bowed his head slowly as Thranduil glanced at him suspiciously. "Adar, I am sorry I disobeyed you. I should have taken someone with me-"
"Legolas, what is going on?" he asked.
"Adar," said Legolas quietly, "The Ring of Sauron has been found."
It took a moment or two before that completely registered to Thranduil. He sank deep into his throne and as his face grew pale. He asked, "How?"
Legolas saw Thranduil's desperate eyes and he knew he could not tell him of the peril he was to walk into. Instead he sank once again to the ground and said, "Adar, forgive me, but I can say no more."
Glorfindel cleared his throat, "If I may be allowed to interrupt, King Thranduil..." Then he continued to explain all that had happened. He finished with, "Legolas will be helping out a little around Rivendell. I am afraid it will be a while before he returns."
Thranduil was quiet for a moment before standing up and saying, "You may not have my son. I will not allow him to go anywhere near that cursed power."
"We are not asking for your son," said Glorfindel, "We just need his assistance for a little while."
Thranduil glared threateningly at Glorfindel. "I said no."
"Adar," interrupted Legolas gently, "It is perfectly safe. No harm can come to me." But his eyes denied him and Thranduil read him like a book.
"Legolas, I do not tolerate lies now and I never have! Now what is this- assistance? Before I permit anything I must know what it is."
Glorfindel shot a pleading look at Legolas, but knew that he had already given in. "Send away your servants and shut the doors!" he ordered. Then this was done.
Legolas's eyes began to fill up with tears. He knew it was the wrong decision! All along he knew it...his father needed him, that's who he was and where he belonged. It was always in Mirkwood!
Once again a great debate struggled within him. His heart said, he was right, but his mind said he was wrong and that he needed to back out on the quest as soon as possible. He could do his role on his own in Mirkwood. Legolas, however, for all his life had listened to his heart and he heard its call far above the mind and said, "Adar, I am to take the Ring to Mordor. It is to be destroyed." He closed his eyes tightly, not knowing what to expect, but feeling as if he had betrayed his father by leaving him, by sending himself to his death. When there was no answer he looked up to see a tear slip down Thranduil's face. Legolas looked away, but his father held his chin up and into his eyes said, "My son, why have you held yourself to such a thing?" he said it kindly, weakly, but in a way that made Legolas feel terrible.
"I love you Adar," replied Legolas, "But it is my true destiny. My heart will lead me."
"Lead you to what?" asked Thranduil delicately. "Death? My son, do not go. Death is the only thing there for you."
"No, Adar, to victory. And even if I am not victorious, I will die knowing that I tried to save my people, to save Middle Earth."
Thranduil was silent and Legolas continued, "You cannot be there to protect me forever Adar. You cannot always make the decisions for me. However, you have the final word as you are my father and king. What say you?"
It was several more moments before Thranduil replied gravely, "I see in your eyes a light so determined, so sure of itself...Legolas, I know you will succeed." Then, with much effort he bowed his head silently and uttered the words, "I permit."
Legolas threw him into a rather tight hug and as a tear slipped down his face replied, "I will not fail you."
*~*
"Can your father keep a secret?" asked Glorfindel, once their horses were racing over the plains again.
"I think so," replied Legolas. "For me he would."
"Are you alright?"
Legolas blinked away tears, "Yes, I am Glorfindel. I am about as alright as I can get."
Glorfindel gave him a sad smile and replied, "Come Legolas, the meeting has passed and we are to return to merriment once more."
"Glorfindel," said Legolas, "You don't understand. The merriest place in the world for me was my home and now I fear I can never face my father again."
Glorfindel veered his horse over and placed a comforting hand on the prince's shoulder while the horses ran. "That is not true Legolas. I saw only love in his eyes; in fact I think you rather impressed him. I doubt he would volunteer for such a valiant quest."
"My grandfather fought at the gates of Mordor," muttered Legolas, "I suppose it is time another of my house take the next step and go to the fires."
"Come Legolas, the choice has been made. Fill your mind with more pleasant things."
*~*
"Where are the rest of the scouts?" asked Elrond, on a balcony facing out to the valley.
Gandalf put a comforting hand on his shoulder. "The prince of Mirkwood draws close as does Glorfindel. I can sense their arrival."
Elrond smiled grimly and said, "Gandalf, is there any hope at all that we will win this war?"
"Yes," said Gandalf. "You said it yourself quite a few years before. You predicted this when you handed Aragorn the shards of Narsil. You knew this was to come."
"But not- this." Then the two fell quiet and he continued, "I sensed something, but never this great of horror, never did I once glimpse the ring in a dream, I only saw the Ringwraiths." He paused. "That could have only meant one thing, but to take it to Mordor for it to be destroyed, well that is something I cringed at when I heard it out of my own mouth."
"There is hope Adar," a voice said from behind them.
Elrond turned to find Aragorn and said, grimly smiling again, "Eavesdropping?"
Aragorn laughed and embraced him, "Adar, everything is going to be alright. Estel, remember? You told me so only a week ago. That I was estel for all the people."
"Yes, you are Aragorn," said Gandalf. Then he paused. "Aragorn, what are you doing? Where are Elladan and Elrohir? Did they not go with you? What have you found out?"
Aragorn chuckled, "So many questions at once. Perhaps I will be relieved when I start this quest."
Gandalf smiled softly and asked, "Will you answer them?"
"Of course. First I think I should answer why Elrohir and Elladan are not with me, for Adar."
Elrond opened his mouth to say something but closed it.
"No," replied Aragorn quietly, "They are in no danger that I know of. But they would not speak their errand to me."
"You told me you were to go off with them," said Elrond.
"I know," replied Aragorn. "But they broke off from me when we reached Weathertop so I went to the rangers to search."
Gandalf raised a brow, "They simply broke off from you?"
Aragorn nodded and chanced a sad smile at Elrond, who was staring back off into the valley. "I am sure they are alright Adar."
*~*
It was several months from the day of the council when the scouts returned, first Legolas and Glorfindel, then Gimli and Gloin. After them came several of Elrond's household, then Gandalf, then Aragorn. Soon after, along came Elladan and Elrohir, who looked grave and only spoke to Elrond of their quest.
The day to depart had come and the fellowship gathered quietly in the front hall, before a fire, scarcely looking at each other and never speaking. Elrond stood in the back of the room, watching Aragorn with a sad glow to his eyes, knowing the burden his son would have to face. The hobbits were gathered together in a corner, rummaging through their packs. Frodo just sat there, however, fingering the ring, which had been placed on a chain around his neck, with a distant look, as if he were not in Rivendell, but already facing the burden of Mordor. Aragorn sat on a couch, his head bowed, but his eyes drawn to the fire, staring into it, emotionless, while Gimli stood next to his father, the two just standing there, as statues. Boromir of Gondor was pacing very slowly, waiting anxiously for the journey to begin, wishing to start and end it as quickly as possible. There were two missing however, Legolas and Gandalf.
It was a moment later when he entered at a run. Then he slowed and saw the somber faces on his future companions' faces. They were desperate, staring at the ground, nervous. "I-I've found my bow Lord Elrond." He said. "I hope I have not held the fellowship up..."
Elrond shook his head, even though it was true. A moment later Gandalf came out of the house and Elrond then motioned for them to gather around him, Merry and Pippin included to Legolas's surprise (apparently they were to go too). Then he spoke of what was to lie ahead and where they were to go first. It was not long before they said their goodbyes and went off, all sad and quiet, determined to take on the burden.
The moment they stepped out of the valley, even Legolas's heart was grieved. He was beginning to wish that Elrond had equipped them with horses, for walking would take a long time to get anywhere. He was taking up the rear of the party, for he had the sharpest eyes and was best for a guard. Even the slightest movement, whether it had been bird or threat, made him move for his bow, however. He soon began to formulate the thought that perhaps his eyes were not going to help him, that he was just too afraid.
Gimli had his head lowered, thinking of his father. He suddenly had gotten the idea that he would never see him again. This deeply saddened him and he looked around the rest of the fellowship to see if anyone else felt this way. Indeed it looked so, because each walked in exactly the same way, their heads bowed and their eyes liquid.
Boromir's thoughts were slightly different however. He was only thinking of winning glory. His father already held high opinions for him and for some reason he was sure he was going to see him again. His main worry was Mordor and if he would ever make it out alive again. He sighed and said, "I suppose we have made no progress yet."
Aragorn looked up, his head heavy from sadness, but said nothing. His thoughts dwelled to the sword at his waist, the glimmering Narsil, the blade that was broken. What a spot of trouble his lineage had gotten him into. That was for sure, but excitement flooded through him, for even though he knew it would not be easy, he knew the result would be something great- the return of the king.
"Aw, Strider," complained Pippin. "Why must you look so sad all of the time? I always thought you were the one of us with the most confidence. When you've lost hope, what are we to think?"
Aragorn let out a soft laugh. "Well if it comforts you Pippin, I will try to look hopeful."
"When are we stopping for supper?" asked Merry.
Aragorn shrugged. "Whenever it is safe to do so. I think we should go a little further before we stop and make camp." He turned and called to the back of their group, "Legolas!" There was no answer and he called again.
The elf replied, "What is it Aragorn?"
Aragorn stopped, ushering the rest of the group to move on until Legolas was walking next to him. "What do you see?"
Legolas squinted his eyes and smirked. "You."
Aragorn laughed but then said seriously, "No, I mean..."
Legolas climbed onto a boulder and stood on top, viewing the land. It was a moment or so more when he called. "Well, we've gone quite a few miles."
"Look ahead!" called Aragorn.
Legolas put a hand to his forehead and squinted through the sunset. "No...Nothing..." Then he yelped and fell backward, just clinging to the rock with his feet.
Aragorn glared up at him. "We've no time for stunts, now in order to stop to eat we have to know if it is safe!"
Legolas bit his lip. "I didn't like what I saw." Then he swung upward and grabbed the crevice his feet were in, and then climbed back down. He plopped down in front of Aragorn and said, "But I'm really hungry."
Aragorn looked at him curiously, having not heard what he had said when he was climbing down. "Well, what did you see?"
Legolas nodded slightly, "Yes...All clear," he lied.
"Legolas," said Aragorn, "You saw something. What was it?"
Legolas paused, pondering how he was to describe it. "It was fire." He continued a moment later, "It was looking at me."
Aragorn was distant for a moment and then shook his head. "It is no immediate threat. We will camp in about ten minutes."
*~*
Gimli leaned against a rock, watching the Pippin start the fire as dusk began to settle. Merry dropped some pine needles into it and it began to crackle and pop. The scent of the woods had deepened and little fireflies were off to the side glittering every once. To add to this there were sparks coming up from the flames, but only a few that would disappear a moment later.
Legolas sat crosslegged by the fire too, curling himself up into a blanket he had borrowed from Aragorn (Legolas did not bring one because he does not sleep) from the chilly air, the aroma of fowl coming to him from the fire as it was being roasted.
Boromir was beside Pippin, asking him questions about the Shire and of their foods there. He even volunteered to look for spices, for he knew that the food might be no good without it.
Sam sat with a comforting arm around Frodo, watching him finger the ring in his hands. They said nothing, but only sat there.
Aragorn spoke quietly with Gandalf just in reach of the fire, studying maps and whispering plans in deeply hushed tones, just enough for the rest of the fellowship to know they were speaking secrets, but could not figure them out.
Finally, Legolas said, "Even with this fire it is dreadfully cold. Perhaps we should have waited to journey until summer."
"Then," replied Boromir. "It would be too hot."
Legolas held his hands in front of the fire. "Well, I could use a little heat right now..."
"We dwarves do not become too cold or too warm. We are quite adjusted to all sorts of weather," said Gimli.
Legolas shivered, "W-Well we elves are not quite like that."
"Not built as well you mean?"
"Now come on!" protested Boromir. "This trip is bad enough without an old feud going on."
"I agree!" declared Merry.
"Is the food almost ready Merry?" asked Legolas. "I am practically starving."
Boromir laughed, "So am I. But patience Legolas, we must not underestimate the food of Hobbiton that he has told me so much about!"
"Legolas," asked Gandalf. "Could you come here for a moment?"
"Ooh, Legolas gets to finally plan something." Boromir stated, crossing his arms in boredom.
"I don't get it," said Legolas, as he stood up, gathering the blanket close around his shoulders and feeling himself freeze up as he went over to Gandalf and Aragorn. "You two are much too far from the fire!" he complained.
Gandalf ignored the comment and asked, "Describe more of what you have seen today. Aragorn mentioned that it might have been the eye."
"It certainly looked like an eye," replied Legolas.
Gandalf sighed. "Legolas, be much more careful the next time you look to the east for us. We now know that Sauron is watching more closely. Right now, all he has glimpsed is an elf standing on a boulder, but he must see no more."
Legolas hung his head and mumbled an apology, but Gandalf replied gravely, "Our own powers will have to be limited. Even mine, for fear he will see."
"Let us hope," interrupted Aragorn, "-that he has not seen Frodo."
"When are we going to rest?" complained Pippin loudly.
Gandalf growled, "Pippin, I have already said it. We do not rest until the morning. We travel the rest of the night- as far as we can get. We could use the cover of night."
"But it has been an entire day since we have rested, and now you wish to walk us through the night?" asked Legolas.
"What do you care elf?" demanded Gimli. "You do not have to sleep!"
Legolas scowled before sitting back at his place by the fire and reaching for the food that Pippin had just finished readying.
*~*
The morning brought a weather change and the sun was dimly shining. The hills were golden, but the fellowship did not care, their eyes were so heavy with weariness. The moment Aragorn said, "Let us camp here," the hobbits immediately collapsed onto the ground. After eating a little bit of food they fell directly asleep.
Frodo, however, stayed up for a little longer, watching the sunlight and listening to Aragorn and Gandalf softly arguing over which way they were to go. It was obvious that Gandalf was angry and that Aragorn was getting his way because he was often reproaching the ranger and muttering things about how terrible a decision it was. Aragorn ignored him and passed him a piece of bread. "Come, eat Gandalf." Soon everyone had fallen asleep except Legolas, but he was weary as well (he does not need sleep but he does need rest). He was assigned the first watch and was later relieved by Gandalf and then Gandalf by Gimli.
The next night walk went on uneventful and little was spoken. Then they camped and slept the next day. Soon they continued on deep into the third night. Legolas could see through the dark that they had reached the foot of the mountain Caradhras. He grabbed Boromir's arm in fear. "Is he taking us up this mountain Boromir? All the way up?"
Boromir groaned, "I am afraid so."
"Oh!" grumbled Gimli. "Did you feel that?"
"Snow?" moaned Legolas. "Just a little something extra to make the cold even more unbearable." But that something extra began to fall faster and harder and seen they were up to their knees in snow. Boromir had to pluck the hobbits out of the snow a few times. They gathered in front of a fire against the mountain wall as the snow gathered a round them.
It was soon sure that they would die if they did not find warmth up on that mountain. They passed around Sam's matches and each took a turn at the fire, but could not keep a flame amidst that terrible wind. Gandalf finally tried with his magic, but, even though he made fire, he tried to tell them that it would notify any spy of Sauron that they were there.
Legolas had Aragorn's blanket gathered about him again and Aragorn had to pull out what ever extra he could find for himself, insisiting that the Elf keep his because he needed it so much. Legolas closed his eyes and sank contentedly into the snow, while the others complained about how they were out of wood. Luckily the snow was thinning as was the wind as well. Finally the dawn began to come upon them, giving them some look at the desolate land that lay before them, mountains and more mountains.
Legolas put his ear to the wall, listening to the stones tell their tales. They spoke of the mountain's anger and of its vengeance for unwanted travelers. It worried him and he began to wonder if they would ever make it out alive. Death... it whispered, a sad, slow whisper. Legolas quickly turned awwya, not even considering that it could be a warning. He glared at Gimli, who was carrying out a conversation about him to Boromir.
"I think he's delierious. Talking to stones!" said Gimli loudly.
Boromir bit his lip. "Gimli-"
"As if they would actually say something back! But of course that would be an elf!"
"Hold your tongue Dwarf!" growled Legolas from behind him.
Boromir said simply, "I warned you."
Gimli turned to find an arrow pointed directly between his eyes and he swallowed hard. "N-No hard feelings Legolas." He smiled weakly. "Just a joke between friends."
Legolas lowered his arrows, but scowled. "Certainly I am not the friend it is between."
Soon no one found the strength to let the argument carry on and after many long moments, all signs of it were gone. Once again, the thought was back on survival. Finally Gimli said "'Caradhras has not forgiven us...The soon\er we go back and down the better.'" (Tolkien, The Ring Goes South, The Fellowship of the Ring).
Legolas thought hard and finally said, "'If Gandalf would go before us with a bright flame, he might melt a path for you.'" (The Ring Goes South- im just gonna say the chapter title from now on, cuz we all know its from the Fellowship of the Ring and that Tolkien wrote it). But the look on Gandalf's face told him that it was impossible.
"'If Elves could fly over mountains, they might fetch the Sun to save us,'" (The Ring Goes South) replied Gandalf, which made Legolas's ears turn pink. Gandalf continued. "'But I must have something to work on. I cannot burn snow.'" (The Ring Goes South).
Boromir then volunteered to seek a path through the snow for the others and to scout out the land behind them to see how dangerous it was and how much snow lie there. Aragorn also went with him, both claiming that the 'strongest must seek a way'. (The Ring Goes South).
It was then that the others sat upon the ground with heavy hearts and watched them, all except for Legolas, who leaned against the rock with a smile playing across his lips. It was comical for him, who had been raised with the thoughts that humans were not too bright (hm.) The fact that they were struggling through something as simple as walking through snow was too much for him (remember he is an elf). He could barely keep himself from laughing and finally said to the rest of the fellowship: 'The strongest must seek a way, say you? But I say: let a ploughman plough, but choose an otter for swimming, and for running light over grass and leaf, or over snow- an Elf.' (The Ring Goes South).
Then he began to run, chuckling to himself at the deep foot prints that the men had made as they went along. He glanced over his shoulder back at Gandalf and called "'Farewell!... I go to find the Sun!'" (The Ring Goes South). He could hear Gandalf's laugh as he went along, finally coming up to Aragorn and Boromir, who were panting deeply.
"Such a good morning! So lovely! Nice and-" he grinned. "-cold. A spectacular day for a run!" Then he waved his hand and went off ahead of them, leaving the men to grumble at him.
It was not long before he looked back and saw that he could no longer see the men behind him, but he kept running. Finally, he reached the point where he remembered first feeling the snow fall and pressed his ear to a rock. Yes...There were nine people passing that way a day before...Yes... Legolas thanked the rock (only after looking to see if Boromir or Gimli was watching) and climbed a larger rock, so that the land was clearly laid out before him. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, imagining exactly what they were doing without him in Mirkwood. It was exactly twenty three minutes later, the elf counted, that he caught sight of Aragorn and Boromir in the distance, coming down the mountain side, huffing and puffing from weariness, their breath ice before them. When they arrived, they both took to a rock, took a few sips from their water cases and breathed heavily, glad to have a rest.
"Well," said Legolas. "I am so glad I am an Elf, or perhaps I would not have seen this wonderful view while the sun was still coming up!"
"Legolas, that is far from kind," said Boromir angrily. "We really have been working! You moved no snow! And you certainly left no trail for us to follow!"
"Elves don't leave trails," said Aragorn. "I thought you knew that."
"Aragorn, I remember nothing, I am so weary," answered the Man. "I am also cold and hungry."
Legolas rubbed his hands together for warmth (even though he was an Elf he still could become cold). "I suppose if you are not moving, you could freeze."
"No." Boromir stated, sarcasm flowing through his voice, but Legolas did not pick up on it. He simply said, "Oh, I thought you could. I know I am cold. Let us make a fire-"
"We must get back to the hobbits," said Aragorn. "We may worry about us once we help them."
"Agreed!" shouted Legolas, jumping to his feet.
Boromir groaned. "Why is he always so excited?"
"I was raised by elves," whispered Aragorn. "They are all like that."
"I have ears like the rest of them too," stated Legolas. "And if I am simply too happy for you I could crawl on the ground, complain and have you carry me back to camp. How is that for a change?"
Boromir smiled and clapped him on the shoulder. "Alright Elf. It can be done." Then he grabbed the elf around the waiste and lifted him. Then he set him down. "I am too weary."
Legolas laughed grimly and said, "Then follow me. I have enough strength left for all three of us."
When Legolas had ran ahead of them, Boromir whispered, "Always ahead of us."
Aragorn replied, "I know," and then quickened his pace.
*~* Yeah, another long chapter. It ended kind of weird too. Anyway, please tell me what you liked or what you didn't and if it's any good! Have an awesome day!