A Short And Sweet Transition Chapter.
Or, in which we see that the author does not very much like Haldir.
After a rather uneventful journey (well, apart from that one incident involving an axe, some strawberries and A Very Angry Aragorn) I found myself back at Lorien HQ. This was a rather risky move, but in my defence, it was that or running away again and perhaps bumping into Haldir. News travels fast amongst Elves, obviously, because as he helped me on my way his parting words were "You have a good, bountiful life ahead of you. I have heard the Prince can shoot a boar at near a mile." He let out a short, sharp laugh and then paused. "At least you will never be short of meat."
Oh, how I laughed. How I laughed.