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The Ring Goes South:

Legolas' POV

I soon found the others in our company to be good to talk to, the hobbits, funny little things, happy and joyful, told me tales of their land, away in the west. Their optimistic nature made me wonder if they actually knew what they had to do to fulfil the quest. One amusing thing about hobbits though, is their passion for food, we elves love to eat and sing together, but it is the singing that we enjoy most, these hobbits eat all day long, and in between meals, they speak of nothing but food!

Mithrandir, or Gandalf, as the others call him, is, as ever wise, and a good friend, but he keeps in the company of Frodo and the Men. Gimli the Dwarf, although at first I did not speak to him, as is the custom of our two races since the dark years, I began to realise that under the gruff, outspoken exterior, was as kind a heart as any elf. We became firm friends, after getting over 7000 years of strife between our kin.

I had still not spoken to Aragorn since the night by the fountain, I knew he wished to talk to me, but I could not even look upon him for long without my heart aching terribly. Sometimes, when we rested, I saw him looking at me, almost with longing, but I thought him to not be looking at me, but in a sort of dream of which mortals have, staring into thin air.

I still did not like the other man, Boromir, everyone else had forgotten his little scene at the council, but I could sense something about him, something I could not figure out, but it was not good. He always lingered behind Estel, sometimes as though he wanted something from him, like he was jealous, and sometimes like he was seeking orders. I found myself often thinking how strange men were. But then, the little voices said, Estel isn't strange, he is loyal, and true, and handsome.

The hobbits had told me much about Strider, as they called him. I had not asked, but they seemed to know I wanted to talk about him. I chuckled to myself, even the little ones could read my mind, I must've been wearing my heart on my sleeve. They told me how he had saved them from the Nazgûl twice, once fighting them off by himself with only fire. I felt a great sense of pride when they told me that.

As we began to pass over Caradhras, I was beginning to focus on the task at hand, getting over the mountains, and putting Aragorn to the back of my mind. The others toiled through the deep snow, while I walked lightly on top of it. I had to walk very slowly though, so I did not go too far ahead. As I passed Estel, I glanced down at him, he had Frodo and Sam under his arms, and was struggling forward with them. He looked up, and I smiled at him, then ran off around the corner, out of his sight. I knew now that I could not have the man, but I would not ignore him, for it pained my heart to do so.

With that decision made, I returned to the company, and asked Aragorn if he wanted any help, either with the hobbits, or the baggage, he smiled at me, but declined, and said, "I would not have you too, Legolas, to bear such a burden. Please continue stepping lightly on the cold snow unburdened, for it lightens my heart to see you do so."


Aragorn's POV

Boromir really began to annoy me, and Legolas was still not talking, or even looking at me. I talked with Gandalf about our journey, but otherwise became solitary. Upon cruel Caradhras I carried Frodo and Sam, and nearly froze, but the fair Prince floated, unfazed by the cold, on top of the snow, while I was trying to walk, with two hobbits, through it. Legolas appeared by my side, and smiled, then ran off around the mountain, he returned soon, and asked me if I wanted any help. Those were the first words he had spoken to me for 47 days! I was elated, if I had not the hobbits in my arms I would've jumped up and down, or jumped on the elf, whichever seemed appropriate.

He spoke to me! He spoke to me! He spoke to me!...