A/N: Why did I decide to start another story when I already have so many stories already going, and not finished? Pyro told me to do it!
"Anything with Legolas in it is worth writing!" Pyro
(Just to let those know that have never had the privledge to meet Pyro, she is a Legolas fan, not an Orlando bloom fan. She loved him in the book before the movies came out!)
Madai crouched on the ground, looking through the brush to see who was coming into her sanctuary. She hadn't seen anyone else for a few days, and the sound of voices drew her their way. Walking right past her silent figure ducked behind a fallen tree, Legolas, Aragorn and Gandalf were in a heated discussion over the route they should be taking.
After a short time, Gimli, sauntered by telling Merry and Pippin more about the feasts they have in the kingdoms of his kinsmen.
"Were you aware that the roots of the calsys flower, when dried and ground into powder, makes excellent flavoring for a rich wine?" Gimli said, flaunting his knowledge.
After she silently crept up behind the small group, Madai answered Gimli's question. "Yeah, the calsys flower has excellent uses when it comes to wine, but the flowering graiflic tree's my favorite, especially for flavoring in soup."
Stopping dead in their tracks, they all looked up at her, and Pippin asked, "Who're you?"
"Madai, nice to meet you." She beamed at them.
"I'm Pippin, an' this is Merry and Gimli." Pippin informed her as Aragorn, Legolas, and Gandalf pushed through the foliage back to the shorter half of the group.
As the three walked up to her, towering above her slight frame, she scowled. "Blast you!" she said narrowing her eyes at them. "I was just, for once, feeling tall, and you had to come and ruin it!"
Looking at her in wonder, Legolas asked her, "You're not quite elf, and yet not quite human, what are you?"
"She's got pointy ears!" volunteered Merry.
"I'm half elf." She frowned at Legolas, flicking a loose strand of her long blonde hair out of her face.
"Half elf… how tall are you?" Legolas asked her.
"Five foot nothing, how tall are you?"
"Taller than you."
"You're mean!" she grumbled to Legolas, before kicking him in the shin.
She scowled at him as he hopped on one foot, clutching his shin.
Merry and Pippin cheered, "GO MADAI!" and Gimli laughed at Legolas.
Ignoring both the hobbits and the elf, Gandalf asked her, "Where are you headed, Madai?"
"I dunno, where are you headed?" she asked cheerfully.
"We found a treasure map!" stated Pippin, clapping Merry on the back.
Clapping her hands, she said "Ohhh, an adventure! I want to come!"
"Yeah, you should come!" Merry invited.
"Well, she isn't getting any of my share of the treasure." Gimli grumbled.
"Meh, I have no need for treasure. Can I come anyway?" she grinned at them.
"Sure!" the hobbits told her.
"Yay!"
His head still swirling with the end of a strange dream, Gandalf awoke with a start. Sitting up on his bedroll, he sighed, and dropped his head into his hands.
"What's wrong, do you sense something near?" asked Legolas, who was sitting around the campfire with the rest of the group.
Gandalf looked up at the group, and sniffed, rubbing his nose. "Just a dream."
Lounging around the circle of light and warmth that the fire provided them with, the group ate their supper of baked wild boar that they had caught with the assistance of a certain elf's arrow.
Merry leaning against a log, burped, half asleep from eating more than three times that of the others in the group. Pippin, sitting next to him, was still working on a large piece of meat that he was determined to finish. Gimli sat on a flat rock, cleaning the blade of his axe with a corner of his tunic. Taking advantage of the rest time, Legolas was making himself more arrows, as Aragorn was adding more wood to the fire. Curled up in a ball for warmth, Madai was off to the side, out of the ring of light, sound asleep.
"What was it about?" Gimli asked Gandalf.
"It was… strange. It was a warm place, with bright blue waters… something about a ship in the sea…" Gandalf said, sniffing again, and rubbing his aching sinuses.
Then it happened. Gandalf sneezed. All feeling a strange sensation, the group (except for Madai, who was still asleep) jumped to their feet, only to have their feet knocked out from under them, and they all fell through a thick, clammy darkness.
As they all screamed, suddenly, the darkness was lifted, and the sunlight was blinding for an instant, before they fell on a hard, unforgiving wooden surface.
A/N: Thanks to Pyro for the use of Madai. I know I made her a little bit more optamistic, and generally... happier than you have had her... but I am an optamistic, happy person. My writing is usually optamistic and happy.
