I dash into the forest, hoping that the way I chose was right. "Merry." I call through chattering teeth. I look around and see no sign of my cousin or hobbit holes for that matter. I wrap my arms around my sides and look around. Oh, where was I, I thought looking around. Nothing seemed familiar and it was awfully dark. Maybe, I should sit down and wait, I think finding a dead log and sitting down. I looked about me and then up at the tall, dense trees – I could not even see the sky for all of the leaves. I wrap my arms tighter around my waist and shiver. I am cold and need to move around. Maybe sitting still is a bad idea. I could get frost bitten, I think standing and walking into the woods. This should be part of Buckland, but I do not recognize anything, I ponder, Where am I? Oh, Merry, I am scared.
I draw in a deep breath as my thoughts go to Merry. Was he all right? Was he trapped? Had he drowned? Those sort of questions raced through my head. I must stop thinking the worst! Things will be fine. Yu are just lost, Peregrin – lost, I tell myself. Pausing for a moment, I look around. I am very much lost and confused. It was dark and I could not see a hair on my foot. Where do I head? I have no clue. I stop. I hear galloping and singing. It is a beautiful song.
I do not know what they are saying, but it enchants me. I stare ahead and see them come. There is about ten elves – all male and all dressed for hunting. "Hello." I call out to them waving
The elves looked at me and one dismounts. "Hello, half-ling." He said, "I am Elrohir. What brings you here? Are you lost?"
I bow clumsily to Elrohir. He is taller then the others and has dark hair and olive hued skin. "I am Peregrin Took, so of Paladan. My cousin and I were out, but it started storming. We got separated." I say quickly. I look up at the elves. "Will you help me?" I beg. I stand and wait for an answer. The elves do not look like any I have seen before. They are a little scary and I hope they are good elves. Though it is rare, I have heard that sometimes elves turn bad – turn into assassins. They are how the orcs were created. The thought has always chilled me to the bone, but it is – sadly – true. I just hope these are not them.