(tap...tap..tap, tap, TAP, TAP, TAP!!)

"Alright, alright! I'm awake!" Harry groaned, sitting up slowly. "Who are you?" he added upon seeing the--man? he looked manly enough--man who had been tapping him.

"I could ask you the same question," the Tapper responded, although not unkindly. He helped Harry stand up.

"I'm Harry Potter, a, er, friend of Frodo's," Harry said, leaning against a wall for support. The Tapper nodded.

"Then you have my respect, Harry Potter. I am Legolas Greenleaf of Mirkwood. I came here looking for Frodo, who is also a friend of mine. Do you know where he is? Was he attacked like you were?"

"I wasn't attacked," Harry said, blushing a little. "I just... fell. And no, I've no idea where Frodo is."

Legolas sighed. "I just knew Frodo would do something like this. Now Aragorn is going to kick my--"

"Who's Aragorn?" Harry interrupted.

"He is no mere Ranger. He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn, heir to the throne of Gondor. You owe him your allegiance."

Harry blinked. "I do?"

"What? Oh! Um, that was just... Let's go find the hobbit."