Author's note: These character's do not belong to me in any way! They belong to J.R.R Tolkien!
CHAPTER FOUR- Silent day
The group sat silently around the campfire looking mostly at the ground, no one had any idea what to say. Not really even knowing were to look. The fellowship had been united again, but it was like they had never met each other. Legolas stared into the fire a scowl on his beautiful face, he had to be the one that felt the most awkward around his companions. Aragorn sat opposite of the fire to Legolas. The others sat scattered about on the logs they had cut and placed around the fire to serve as temporary benches.
Today they would all eventually have to go to Rohan and their Holiday would be over by the next morning. Aragorn was raging a great battle within his head, he had no idea what to do about his lover Legolas, or his queen Arwen. He was torn between two people he loved more than life itself. Legolas prayed in his mind Aragorn would just run away from all of this mess with him and live with the elves in the forest, but a part of him said Aragorn and he would never be able to live in harmony, something would always hinder their love.
Aragorn stared into the fire as hard as he could, as if it would tell him the answers to his problems. All he could think about was last night and how Legolas had made him feel, all he did was reflect over the happenings of this Holiday, the sadness as well as the happiness that it had brought him. He told himself he would decided tonight in Rohan on what to do about Legolas and his love. He figured it would be better not to ponder on it excessively, it couldn't be healthy.
Frodo got up suddenly from his long-bench that he shared with Sam, he seemed to be taking the Legolas/Aragorn thing a lot better than the others. Gimli would have to be taking it the worst, all the dwarf could think about was, "Why couldn't I tell? Why didn't I know? Legolas was, and still is my best friend, why didn't he confide in me?" of course everyone knew including Gimli why Legolas hadn't wanted them to know, it was so he wouldn't have to face what he was facing today. Gimli sighed and held back the strong urge to cry out, his eyes were puffy, red, and tear-filled, but he wouldn't let a single tear fall, Dwarfs don't cy, do they? Maybe they do, Gimli didn't know, but he decided he wouldn't cry for his elvin friend that day or in the future.
Frodo walked slowly over to his tent and began packing up his things, "You all should probably start packing up, we have to be in Rohan in a few hours, I don't want to be late and worry Gandalf." What was left of the once great fellowship turned and looked at the hobbit as if he were speaking some foreign language they didn't understand, but a few seconds later they began to animate themselves, but didn't really turn out doing anything productive, mainly kicking at stones and stirring up the dust around the camp.
An hour and many mopes later they were finally ready to leave, tents and equipment on their strong backs, they mounted their steeds (even Gimli who rode a proud-looking pony) and began to trot toward Rohan, the events of the Holiday still playing and weighing heavy on their minds.