I don't own Lord of the Ring, nor it's places and characters. I only own Mÿne.


"Rememer to spread your feet, Mÿne."

Mÿne rolled her eyes, shuffled her feet and aimed again at the tree she was using as a target. The fellowship had taken a break. The hobbits were tired and Gandalf wanted to make sure they weren't followed. Since Aragorn was scouting the area too, Mÿne asked Legolas to help her with her aiming again. She was doing fine, but it seemed Legolas could see some flaws again, every time she raised her bow.

"Keep your arm straight." he said.

"I know how to shoot an arrow, Legolas!" Mÿne grunted irritated.

"Then why aren't you straightening your arm?" he replied, crossing his arms.

He raised his eyebrow at her. A blush crept up Mÿne's cheeks unwillingly. She shook her head to shake the blush and the heat off. Aside her she could hear Legolas breath in again to say something.

"I'm keeping it straight!" Mÿne yelled, angry now.

She was shooting arrows since her thirteenth birthday, there was nothing wrong with the way she did it! She squeezed one eye shut and pointed her arrow at the middle of the tree. She was distracted by footsteps, but she didn't want to look. It was probably one of the hobbits roaming around or Boromir gathering some food from the bags.

"Stretch your arm." Legolas said from behind her. He lifted her arm with his hand and pulled it back. That ignorant blush crept back on Mÿne's cheeks. She could actually feel his breath stroking the top of her head.

"Now shoot."

Mÿne released her fingers from the end of the arrow and watch it drill itself half into the tree.

"I told you." Legolas said smiling. He turned around and walked back to rest of the Fellowship.

Mÿne let out a breath she didn't know she was holding in. She shook her head and put back her bow. With a sigh she looked over her shoulder, to the Fellowship. Legolas stood against a tree, his gaze on something beyond the camp they sat up. She scurried over to the tree and tried to pull out her arrow. It was stuck. Mÿne looked at it, chewing on her bottomlip. She couldn't leave it there, someone might pick up their trail. Best thing was to break it off then. Mÿne stretched her arms and with a strong move she broke off the outer half of the arrow. She hid it in the bushes around the tree and went back to the Fellowship.


Aragorn and Gandalf returned by sundown. They made a fire and sat down.

"Well?" Gimli asked, "Are there nasty orc-creatures around? Is it time for some exercise already?"

Mÿne listened carefully. Maybe Gandalf could confirm her suspicions about Gollum? Gandalf just snorted, "I would watch my words, if I were you Gimli, son of Gloín. The time of battle has yet to come." Mÿne shot a look at him, but he seemed serious. Gimli stayed quiet.

Sam was looking in the pot above the fire. The rabbit Aragorn had caught some days ago were in it.

"It's going to be a good stew, mister Frodo. Not by the looks of course." Sam said smiling.

He stirred in the pot. Mÿne stretched her neck to get a look too, but her smile from earlier decreased to a small grin. Sam was not exaggerating. The sight of the so called 'good stew' made Mÿne nauseous. To be honest, it looked like someone threw up in that pot. Boromir, who sat across of her, seemed to have second thoughts on the stew too. They shot each other a worried look. She sat back against the tree and listened to the conversation between Pippin and Gimli.

"I tell you my friend, no ale's better than the ones of the Green Dragon." Pippin said, while holding up his pipe as if to toast on something.

"Then, my little fellow, how about we make an agreement?" Gimli said, smiling. "After this reckless journey we'll visit the royal halls of my cousin Balin in Moria and then travel to that little pub of yours in the North."

"That's an honorable agreement, my friend!" Pippin said excited. He leaned back against the tree behind him and began to mumble a little song for himself.


Mÿne jumped over a small bush and looked at the open space in front of her. There were no orcs here either...

Mÿne put away her drawn sword and sighed. It was the 15th day of their journey and she got to be scout today. She was ahead of the group for an hour so she could check for ambushers. However, it was really calm today. No orcs seemed to roam around, no goblins either.

Mÿne started to walk further again. She grabbed an apple from her pocket and dug her teeth in it. Still, something was off. She'd found some footsteps earlier. They weren't fresh, but they weren't old either. It looked like neither man or elf so it must've been orcfeet. In any case, she needed to move carefully to their meeting point. If she didn't, she risked the fact getting followed.

If she would be at the meeting spot early she could practice her aiming some more. Maybe Legolas could help her again? Mÿne stopped in her tracks. She recalled her last thought and shook her head. She could practice her aiming perfectly by herself. Besides, Legolas wouldn't even be there if she was early. With a small, stupid grin on her face Mÿne walked on again. What had gotten in to her?

She shook her head again and ate the last pieces of her apple. She chucked it at a bush and brushed off her hands. She looked up when she heard the remnants of her apple smack into something hard. Something other than a tree. With her hand on the hilt of her sword she crawled near the bushes. Nothing seemed to move.

Slowly Mÿne got up again, her hand still on her sword. She looked over the top of the bush and her eyes shot open for a second. A nasty smell filled her nose. There was a body. It was a goblin, pierced with dark arrows. It's mouth was open, little white worms crawling and squirming in it. That goblinbody could only mean something much more worse: more goblins. Goblins were known for their odd behavior, their rage was sometimes vented on their own species.

Mÿne looked at the tips of the arrows in and around the goblins. Black little feathers were marking it as goblin arrows. Black stains of blood surrounded the wounds. With her hand still on her sword Mÿne stepped over the body. She held in her breath and start to check its pockets. There were some golden coins it it, probably raided from someone, some pieces of dried pork and a squishy piece of bread. Little slimy maggots were sticking out of it. With a stifled scream Mÿne threw it away. She rubbed her hands on her cloak and made a face of pure disgust. She got up and stepped over the bush again. She continued her way, still alert but the image of the goblin and bread filled with maggots lingered on her eyes. She didn't feel as hungry as she had before. She stick her hand in her pocket, her fingers touching the coins she had taken from the goblinbody.

The sun was starting to fade in the sky soon, the clouds hiding it from any sight. Mÿne walked on the path the fellowship would be following soon too. She was mumbling a quiet song, twirling her sword in her hands. She hadn't come across an orc or goblin since the body, so she took it easy. The fellowship was following the mountains on their right. The area didn't change much at first but Mÿne could now notice the hills getting steeper. The healthy and full bushes and trees made room for stone, bare prickly bushes and small thin twig-like trees.

Mÿne sat down for a minute, taking a small break. She snatched a piece of bread out of her pocket and took a bite. She was chewing on it for a moment, before the image of the dead goblin filled her sight again. With disgust she spat out her bread and she put the other half back in her pocket. She looked up at the sun. If she was right, and she was sure she was, she would reach the meeting point in two hours.


"I reek like an orc!" Mÿne complained. She'd reached the meeting point, an open place along a sideriver of the Bruinen. Since the Fellowship wasn't anywhere near, Mÿne could use her time to take a quick bath in the river. After she checked the surroundings she dropped her bag at a tree on the open place and pulled out a clean cloth. She kicked out her boots and walked barefeet to the side of the open place, bend down and pulled some weeds out of the ground. They were flowerweeds, the smelled delicious and were fine to bathe with. Mÿne took the weeds and the cloth with her to river and stripped out of her clothes. Wind stroke her body and Mÿne shivered. She dipped her clothes in the water and rubbed some of the weeds in it. She sprawled them out on the grass to dry. Mÿne stifled a little scream when she jumped into the river herself. If she thought the wind was cold, this was much more worse.

The temperature of the water made Mÿne shiver again. Goosebumps ran op her legs, her stomach and her breasts. Her hair flowed around her underwater. She began to swim around to warm up. It took some time but eventually Mÿne stopped shivering. She swam to the side, jumped up from the water and grabbed the rest of the weeds. She sank back in the cold water and rubbed the weeds against her arms, her neck, her face and the rest of her body. Instantly she could feel the freshness around her. The smell of two weeks traveling vanished and was replaced by sweet flowers and grass.

"Aren't you cold?"

Instantly Mÿne ducked underwater, covering her breasts with her hands. She took an annoyed and ashamed glance over her shoulder. Aragorn sat squatted on the side, grinning at her. He held up her cloak.

"I'm fine. You could have warned me though!" she said angry.

Aragorn gestured for her to come to him. He held up her cloak and looked away so she could come out of the water. Mÿne swam to the side and climbed on the wet grass.

"Boromir is making a fire, you should warm yourself and your clothes up there." Aragorn said, still not looking at her. Mÿne snatched her cloak out of Aragorn's hands and wrapped herself in it. She'd always loved this cloak, it was light to wear but really thick. Nobody could see through it, so it was perfect to wrap herself in. It covered almost her whole body.

"Are you done?" Aragorn asked, holding his hands up. Myne held her cloak tight and checked if she was really covered.

"Yes, you can look now." she said. Aragorn smiled at her and picked up her clothes.


The Fellowship grew silent as she sat down at the fire. The hobbits were looking oddly at her and Boromir looked away, a blush covering his cheeks. Mÿne watched as Aragorn asked Sam for a rope and hung her clothes on it. He sat down beside her. Warmth of the fire rushed over her and she shivered again, not of cold, but of comfort. Her goosebumps faded and Mÿne relaxed.

Delicious smells emerged from the cooking pot and Mÿne could almost hear her own stomach roar desperately.

"Mÿne, did you find anything while scouting?" Gandalf asked her while lighting his pipe. He coughed a few times before he could listen to her.

"Only a Goblinbody, two hours from here. I assume he'd dead for two days at least." she said, "I checked the area when I came here, but there was nothing to be seen."

Gandalf nodded and started a conversation about the road to follow. Mÿne didn't really pay attention. She didn't know why exactly but her eyes landed on Legolas occasionally. Sometimes their gaze would meet, but Legolas would only look away, quickly remarking on what was said. Was it just her imagination or was he slightly blushing? Mÿne chuckled inwardly, it was kind of cute. But sometimes their gazes did not meet and Mÿne found herself looking at him. At his eyes, his lips, the way he leaned back against the tree and talked with either Gandalf or Gimli... It was kind of embarrassing, what if he caught her staring at him... Why was she staring anyway? She scolded herself mentally and after that she just crawled up in her cloak and leaned against Aragorn.


She woke up when Aragorn shifted. She rubbed her eyes and looked around. The hobbits were asleep, Gimli and Gandalf were snoring loudly and Legolas was sleeping soundless against a tree. Boromir and Aragorn had the first shift. Mÿne sat back on her knees and pulled her cloak tighter around herself. Maybe her clothes were dry now.

She got up and walked over to her clothes, careful not to step on somebody. With a smile she pulled her clothes of the rope and went back to the camp. She walked past Aragorn and stopped at the river, which had darkened to a deep shade of blue. She looked around her to see if no one was around and dropped her cloak. Wind caressed her body for a second time but this time her body was still warmed up from the fire so it wasn't cold. She was about to pull on her shirt when she heard rustling behind her. Scared she pulled her cloak up and clinged to it. She squinted her eyes at the direction it was coming from. She almost screamed when she made eye contact with Legolas, who seemed just as surprised as she was.

He looked around startled and backed away when he saw her. His eyes lingered on her for a very short moment before he looked away ashamed. "I am truly sorry Mÿne!" he said, while he made his way back to the camp. Mÿne laughed nervously to herself, but only after she relaxed. Legolas almost saw her naked, she was lucky to have her cloak with her! A dark blush krept up her face and stayed there for a while.

Quickly Mÿne dressed herself, putting around her cloak and walking back. She didn't look at Legolas but slumped back against the tree. It didn't take long for sleep to take her back in its soft arms again.