#3 - Transportation
It was stuck. It was, most emphatically, stuck. Legolas sighed. This day was not going at all to plan. Firstly he had awoken to a light misting of rain, then the dwarf had refused to awaken until almost shaken out of his bed. The fire to heat their morning porridge had been most uncooperative and the twins had not arrived until almost mid day, then had spent what seemed like hours lamenting the cramped quarters they had been assigned and poking, figurative, holes in his design.
Now it was stuck.
It had taken almost all of the day, and most of Legolas' patience, to persuade Gimli that he really should board and the remainder of the time placating Elrond's sons but finally they were ready and he had cast off.
He should have known it wouldn't all be plain sailing but he thought that they could have at least set off before problems arose. He sighed again and jumped gracefully over the side, landing with a small splash in the shallow waves, calling the twins as he went. They may as well be useful and help push. After all. They wanted to see their parents again too.
