Chapter Eleven: OMG, WE'RE ALREADY ON THE SECOND PART!
Starr rolled her eyes and snapped her gum as she waited impatiently for Aragorn to get up out of the dirt. He would get even filthier than he already is! Gross!
"Their pace has quickened. They must have caught our scent." He said, standing up. Legolas was just looking yummy, and Gimli was way behind, running VERY slowly up the hill.
"And like you'd be right up there with the Elf and Aragorn! They are inhuman!" Gimli yelled. Legolas gave him a look. "Well, yes, I know you ARE inhuman, but what I mean is that you two can run forever and not break a sweat!"
Aragorn took off, yelling "Hurry!" over his shoulder.
Legolas looks back at the Dwarf still laboring over the incline. "Come on, Gimli!"
"Yes, here boy! Come on boy!" Starr whistled as if calling to a dog. She and Legolas laughed and joined hands, running lightly over the ground after Aragorn.
Then some more stuff, blah, blah, Elvish leaf pin, blah blah, cross-country, blah blah, Dwarves suck, blah blah.
"The nerve of the wench!" Gimli growled.
It was morning.
"Okay…" Elladan grumbled.
"The red sun rises, blood has been spilt this night," Legolas whispers. Starr resists the urge to swoon.
Soon, the four are behind a rock, watching warily as the horses run by. Aragorn recognizes them, steps out from their hiding place.
"Riders of Rohan, what news from the Mark?"
Starr wrinkles her nose as they are suddenly surrounded by a lot of smelly horses, and even smellier men. With sharp pointy spears. But she is not afraid, for Legolas will protect her no matter what.
"That's what you think…" Said Elf muttered to no one in particular.
One of the men moves forward. "What business does an elf, a man, a dwarf, and…" he gasped. "A woman!"
"You've just passed Gender 101!" Starr said sarcastically.
"Forgive me, my lady, we rarely see such beauty on these plains. It is a special treat to meet someone so exquisite." Eomer said.
"I don't think my brother has ever used the word "exquisite" in his entire life." Eowyn commented dryly.
"This will be such an interesting story to tell him when you return to Rohan." Merry said sarcastically.
"I almost hope he falls in love with her so I can tease him!" Eowyn said, slightly amused.
"Ahem! Anyway, what is your business in the Riddrmark? Speak quickly!"
"Your real name, horse master, and I shall give you mine." Gimli said foolishly.
"I would cut off your head, Dwarf, if it stood but a little higher from the ground."
"You would die before your stroke fell!" Legolas says, very manly and intimidating.
"While every other guy prances around picking flowers and singing about butterflies and unicorns?" Arwen wondered aloud. This earned her some strange looks. She shrugged. "Just a thought."
Aragron calms him, much to the dismay of Starr. She had so hoped to see Legolas kicking some booty! "I am Aragorn, son of Arathorn, this is Gimli son of Groin ("It's Gloin!" screamed LotR fans everywhere) and Legolas of the Woodland Realm. We are friends of Rohan, and of Theoden, your king."
Then Eomer starts ranting about some old guy, and Starr tunes him out, in favor of staring at Legolas's tight abs.
"Legolas, I think she FANCIES you." Elrohir said sarcastically, a gleeful grin on his face.
"Gee, ya think!" he muttered back.
"I'm glad you nancing Elves think it's so hilarious how she insults my entire race in a few paragraphs!" Gimli said, annoyed.
"Now you know what I have to go through." Legolas said, his voice dangerously low.
Starr is brought back to reality by two horses coming forward. Legolas helps her up behind him, and Gimli joins Aragorn.
"I'd prefer Gimli." Legolas grumbled.
"Hey, I don't want to be stuck with her either!" Aragorn said quickly.
Starr nearly lost her lunch at the sight of the burning orc corpses. Not wanting to spend more time than necessary there, she headed for the sight where Aragorn begins his tracking.
"What's this?" she questioned loudly. He hurried over and inspected the spot, then soon led them to the woods.
"Fangorn Forest, what madness drove them in there?" Gimli wondered.
"Umm…I don't know let me see, how about some orcs, and about a jillion Rohan dudes with sharp sticks that kill everything in their paths?" Starr rolled her crystal blue eyes heavenward. "Use your common sense."
The four enter the forest, unsure of what they will find in the tangled bows.
A/N: Once again, really sorry that was so short, but I cannot concentrate today!
Thanks again to everyone, and see you next chapter.