Author's Note: Hello, hello everyone. Here is my Friday post- hope it will be worth the wait. Thank you to my reviewers- nothing pleases me more than to see I have a review, for I have but five (I know, I'm a dork). As always, please advise me of any mistakes you find or ideas. Oh, and before I forget, I'm working on Chapter 10 (yes, I have a lot of chapters not posted but I do this so any loyal readers will not suffer from my writer's block, thus I work ahead) and I'm stuck. My imagination has dwindled to a small flicker and I desperately need help. The chapter is Laureligh's perspective and it is her conversation with Legolas on a walk.... don't want to ruin it so I'll stop there. So if anyone has an idea... I compel you- please tell me via review (for I never check my email) or something convenient for you (ICQ or something or that nature). With that said, Pleasant reading!
"Old Friends"
The rhythmic clopping of the horses' hooves and the warm sunshine on his face almost put Legolas to sleep.
"You awake there?" Aldar asked, trotting along beside him.
"Mmm... yes," he replied.
The company had left three days earlier from Mirkwood to attend the Council of Elrond and had rested only thrice.
"Guess I'm just tired,"
Aldar began to speak when Legolas interrupted him.
"Elrohir?!" he exclaimed, waking abruptly from his drowsy state.
"Tired?" Aldar said, raising an eyebrow.
An elf who was peering at the ground nearby looked up as Legolas jumped off his horse and raced to him.
"Legolas!?" he replied astonished. As he recognized his friend he raced to meet him, embracing and laughing like schoolboys.
"What brings you to Rivendell, my friend?" Elrohir asked, still grinning. Once said, his smile dissolved to astonishment as he realized the answer.
"Wait- you are the representative from Mirkwood?"
"Well, who else could they send with as much skill as I have?" Legolas replied, joking. Elrohir laughed.
"It is great to see you, my friend,"
"Likewise," Legolas replied.
"What are you doing so close to the borders, El?" he asked, propping himself against a tree comfortably. Elrohir frowned and looked at the ground.
"Border patrols have been on high alert lately. Nine orc attacks this week, Legolas. We've never had that many."
Elrohir shook his head with disbelief.
"Father has pushed the patrols out farther- better surveillance but harder to send messages. I'm escorting Laureligh to collect herbs so I brought the message to help out."
"Laureligh?" Legolas repeated, a smirk growing on his face.
"My cousin," Elrohir replied, rolling his eyes. "She moved here to study herbs and healing from Father a few years ago. Why do you always assume I have a new girl?"
Legolas snorted.
"Hey!" he shot back with a playful punch.
Chuckling, Legolas looked back and discovered the company was now out of sight.
"I had better catch up with the rest," he sighed.
"See you at the feast tonight," Elrohir replied with a wave.
"Namaarie," Legolas said and mounted his horse. Giving it a nudge, he began down the path, softly singing an elvish song, only to be interrupted by a yelp behind him.
"Blasted groundhog,"
"Namaarië," "Farewell,"