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The entire fellowship (plus Vethedwath) breathed a sigh of relief and gladly swapped their thick cloaks for thinner jackets as they stepped off the snowy mountain.
They were back into some random woodland that had appeared (it happened more often then one would think).
Vethedwath's weapons were back in action again, as the Sues took advantage of the warmer climate to come out in droves.
A female figure appeared on the edge of their camp.
"Halt!" Boromir commanded. "Who are you and what is your purpose here?"
"I – I don't know." The girl said, frightened by the large warrior. "I don't remember my name, or how I came to be here. Please don't hurt me."
Boromir's compassionate nature emerged as he lowered his sword and took the girl into the camp. "It is all right, my Lady. You may rest here... for... a... bit." He trailed off as the girl he was taking to suddenly clutched at the belt that had appeared round her throat and died horribly. "Oh."
Vethedwath dusted her hands off triumphantly, before looking around. "Where's Legolas?"
Aragorn pointed off into the forest. "He went to go and collect some firewood."
Vethedwath took one look at the merrily blazing fire and the high stack of logs next to it before hefting her bow into her hand and setting off.
She found the errant prince bathing in the river. This came as a slight surprise, as there was no running river nearby to her knowledge, but such was the power of the Sue.
For Legolas was not alone in the river; he seemed to be having some sort of argument with another female elf (also naked, incidentally). "Well I don't like the idea of you doing that." He was saying, for some reason in Quenyan when both elves were clearly Sindarin.
The female elf drew closer. "Why not?"
"Because – " Legolas leant down, and was about to kiss the she elf.
Vethedwath readied her bow, but there was no need, as another woman shot out of the bushes to the right, and dunked the she-elf in the water, holding her under until the thrashing stopped.
Legolas, apparently unperturbed, bent down to kiss the woman instead. Vethedwath easily picked her off, and Legolas, coming back to himself, looked around, saw Vethedwath, and immediately covered his modesty, blushing furiously.