(A/N Once again, all own is my char, Flame, and heck, I don't even fully own her. She owns herself, I guess. shrugs Also, I forgot to put that I am making no money from this, so once again, don't sue me.) Esasperated, Flame once again surveyed the room. Just then, someone came bursting into the tent. Who should it be but Legolas of course. "Orcs." Legolas said immediately, gasping for breath (although he himself would deny such a thing). "Not twenty miles from--Who's she?" he cut himself off, staring at Flame. "I could just as soon ask who you are, and why orcs may or may not be following us." Flame said curtly. Aragorn gave her one of his "looks", although she ignored it. "This is Flame, and it has been decided that she will travel with us for the time being." He told Legolas. Gimli had a look on his face, as if he was wondering 'Decided by whom?', but if he was, he said nothing. "I'm still not clear about who you are, "she directed at Legolas, although it was more like musing the situation to herself. "Although it's plain to see you're an elf." "I am Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood." He replied. "Ah." Flame was extreamly good at faking emotions, and this she knew very well. "So...we should get going, don't you think?" she said to no one in particular. All at once, the three started packing things up. Flame was about to help, but Legolas said, "This is no work for a lady." Flame mearly insisted that she had done harder before, and they could use some help, so, seeing she was stubborn, Legolas just shrugged and continued "packing". (Sorry if that's a bit out of character for him, but keep in mind I suck at this stuff. XD) (alright, let's see...um...blah blah blah...skip forward...) As they left their camp site of the previous night, Flame realized she wasn't in her old clothes. She also realized that she was NOT thirteen, something that very much startled her. Instead of being a thirteen year old , she was now a twenty year old woman! (scary, huh? No really.) (Anyway...) There were only two horses, so since Gimli had already been riding with Legolas, it was decided that Flame would ride with Aragorn (she is so lucky...oh wait, that's how I made her...teeheehee). "Where are we going?" Flame asked. "Well..." Aragorn weighed the situation carefully. "We should take her to Rivendelle. Master Elrond would know what to do." Legolas said. "Um, well..." Aragorn stammered. "What, you don't want to go to Rivendelle?" Flame asked, secretly knowing why. "Not...really..." Aragorn mumbled. "What was that?" Flame said. "I can't here you." She was smirking but no one saw it. Aragorn sighed. "Fine, we shall go to Rivendelle." But as they rode on, he muttered something that sounded all too much like, "Damn Legolas and his damn ideas..." at which point Flame almost giggled, but tried her hardest to restrain herself, and when she found she could not, she - neesed. This was a truly bad idea because it led to real sneesing--the kind you can't stop for at least a minute, and that really upset the horse she and Aragorn were on. Not good. They rode for at least thirteen hours when the horses show signs of weariness. "We should stop here." Aragorn said. "No , sherlock, "Flame muttered to herself. Luckily nobody else heard her. They stopped and set up camp, and started talking, since only Gimli was tired enough to go to sleep (which he did). At first, Aragorn and Legolas where talking in Elvish among themselves, so Flame didn't understand what they were saying. But soon, they started ask Flame about herself, where did she come from and all. Flame pushed back her long, flame hair and recited the story she'd been making up the whole trip. "I'm from a small vilage in the far north where it is always cold." She began. "My mother and father were both killed in a raid on the town. I know not who did this or why." No slip-ups so far. "I was spared mearly because I was not there at the time. I was out searching for the scarce but blessed herbs that are sometimes found under the snow. When I came back," here she began to falter, but she had planed this well, her faltering was to mimic sadness. "everything was destroyed. Piles of bodies, all houses burned..." She closed her eyes, bowed her head a bit and sniffled, all giving to the illusion. "I'm so sorry...I didn't know..." Aragorn said, while Legolas said nothing and looked away. 'Perfect,' Flame thought. 'They believe me completely.' "But what's done is done," Flame said to them. "And nothing can change that. So can we talk about something else? Where are you two from?" Aragorn was the one to look away now. "He doesn't like to tell about his past." Legolas explained. "Well niether do I but I just did." Flame said loudly. "But if Prat-boy doesn't want to tell his story, fine. I was too tired for it anyway." And with that, she stormed off to bed, secretly laughing the whole way. "What the hell is her problem..." Aragorn muttered. Legolas looked at him with an amused look on his face. "What? It's not like I did anything." Legolas just smirked. "I know. But I doubt she does. Good night." Legolas walked away too, muttering under his breath, "Prat-boy?" and shaking his head. He was an odd sight indeed...