#62 I am Flying!

"Look Da, I'm flying!"

Sam smiled indulgently up at his small daughter as she shrieked happily, caught up in the game whilst Legolas ran around the garden with her held high above his head.

"Don't go tiring Mr Legolas out now." Rosie called through the open kitchen window. "He didn't come here to play games with you Elanor!"

"'tis fine, Mistress Rosie." Legolas replied as he sped past once more. "We elves love to run over grass, or leaves…or snow." He winked at Sam. "And to carry aloft such a small bundle of light is no hardship. No hardship at all."