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"So, can we go now?" asked Fang. I looked startled at him. If they said yes...Oh god... This didn't happen. They stayed almost a month before they went off adventuring. If we left now, that could change the outcome, and there might not be a happily ever after. And we wouldn't get home, more than likely.
To my horror, Legolas smiled at Fang, and said, "I do not see why we should tarry. Time is precious if we are to win this fight. The Ringwraiths only grow in power each passing day. I agree with this boy. We should leave as quickly as possible. I thank you for your hospitality in offering us a longer stay, my friend, Elrond, but I wish to leave at the latest, noon, today.
"We must pack though!" cried Frodo in anguish.
"If we were to pack everything you wished to bring, my dear hobbit, the horses would not make it but seven paces," said Gandalf, chuckling to himself.
"Geez, and to think I wanted to bring a sweater, so that my furry behind wouldn't freeze off," announced Total, completely forgetting we were surrounded by strangers.
Everyone gasped in shock, and Total and muttered, "Um... Don't mind me! Just a dog here! Woof! Woof!"
"Oh yeah. That's Total. He can talk."
"I see..." mumbled Legolas, with wide eyes. The dwarf Gimli had fallen backwards off the bench in shock. He hauled himself up, with a good deal of struggling, and patted down his beard," A talking hound? This day just gets stranger and stranger..."
"DID YOU JUST CALL ME A HOUND?!" cried Total. He growled angrily, and was about to make a go at the dwarf, but I grabbed him by his scruff, and held him fast.
"Lemme Go!" he barked.
"He didn't know better Total." I said, sighing.
"Alright, but he better not do it again, or I'll turn HIM into hound CHOW"
I rolled my eyes at the silly dog, and plopped him on the ground beside me. He sniffed, like he had been horribly insulted, and lay there sulking.
Once again, the whole council was staring at us in shock. They shook themselves out of it, and pretended like nothing had happened. The council continued for a good half an hour more, discussing routes to take, and boring stuff like that. I zoned out, and finally, the lunch bell rang. Great. I was ABSOLUTELY FREAKING STARVING TO DEATH HERE! I hadn't eaten in two days. Normally, I couldn't manage for two hours. When the elves presented us a table full of every food imaginable, I was in heaven.
Immediately, I grabbed three buttery rolls and snarfed them down. I looked around for milk, because I needed that good ol' calcium for strong healthy bones. Just kidding. I just like milk. They didn't seem to have any, but they did have cheese. I ate a huge wedge of cheese. Then I hacked off half of a chicken from a platter, and chopped it up. Not quite a hamburger, but close enough. Everyone, especially the good mannered elves, who ate with dainty fingers, and only picked up small grapes, bread and cheese, stared as I wolfed down the entire thing, burped, and ladled myself some mashed potatoes. When I finished those, I put my hands behind my head, sighed with relief, and propped my feet up on the table. Yep, I've never been one for good manners. Angel giggled. She had already eaten four rolls, a quarter of a chicken, and was starting in on a bowl of soup. Fang had eaten a whole chicken already, and had three ladlefuls of mashed potatoes. He was currently rinsing everything down with a cup of water.
Finally, once the whole flock was done eating, we were escorted to the armory by some elves, who were casting distrusting glances at us.
"Have you ever wielded a weapon before, children?" asked one.
"No, unless you count a baseball bat as a weapon. It can be pretty deadly," I chuckled.
"Baseball bat?" asked the elf confusedly.
"Never mind."
I preferred fighting with my fists, but I got two small daggers. I guess I could use them to punch-stab things. Fang got a sword, that seemed very well balanced in his hand. He gave it a test swing, and a faint smile spread across his face. I grinned at him, "It suits you."
I didn't really want to give my other flock mates weapons, but they had to be able to protect themselves from armored offenders. Orcs were not quite the same as Erasers.
"Can I have a bow?" asked Iggy. I gaped at him. A bow? How could he possibly shoot something when he couldn't even see it?!"
"Iggy, your blind!"
"So?"
The elves stared at him, just now realizing why his eyes had that milky white color to them.
"Fine, you can try," I mumbled, with a strong feeling that I was going to regret this. Five minutes later, the flock, Legolas, and Gandalf were in an empty courtyard. Iggy had a bow and arrow, and was about shoot a target.
"Okay, I'm going to shoot now!" Iggy said, and everyone took cover. With a twang, Iggy's arrow sailed from the bow, and impaled itself in the very center of the target.
"Beginners luck?" asked Legolas weakly.
I laughed, and handed Iggy another arrow. Gandalf spun Iggy around three times, and he shot. Twang! Thwack!
Bulls-eye again...And again... And again... We decided it wasn't beginner's luck after all.
"How are you doing that?!" cried Gazzy.
"I guess I can just sense the target..." muttered Iggy, obviously baffled at his newly found talent.
I decided to let Gazzy use a big hammer. It wasn't like he had never used a hammer before. I also reasoned that he couldn't cut himself with a hammer. That didn't help if he dropped it on his toes though.
Nudge begged me to let her use a sword. She settled for a long curved knife-sword thing. It was the length of a short sword, but the blade was only slightly longer than your average kitchen knife. It had a really long hilt, and she loved the swirly designs in the leather hilt.
Angel begged me to let her find a good weapon in the armory, but I wasn't about to let a seven year old have a knife. She could have brainwashed me, I suppose, but she didn't. She watched sullenly as the elves locked the room. Instead an hour later, when everyone was packed, she marched outside carrying a crudely fashioned spear, made from what appeared to be a metal stair rail.
"Angel!" I scolded.
"Gazzy lent me his hammer, so I stuck it in the fire, and made my own spear!" she said, beaming proudly. I couldn't stay mad at her when she was so cute.
"Oh fine. I guess you being armed is better than nothing. How about we get you a better weapon?"
She chucked down her makeshift spear, and jumped for joy.
"Yippee!" she cried, "You're the best, Max!" I rolled my eyes, and took her to the armory. She immediately went for a sword, but I was like, "No way Josiah!" She settled for a better spear. I guess I could handle that. It was only pointy on the very tip. Not much chance slicing yourself unless you tried to wield it backwards. I was more concerned about her impaling someone who got in her way.
An hour and a half later, the fellowship was gathered just outside of Rivendell. That's when I saw the mountains, far in the distance. They were ten times taller than the hill Rivendell was on. Oh right... the Misty Mountains. I'd forgotten just how far they were going to have to walk to get to Mordor. And we certainly couldn't reveal our wings. I was half tempted to steal the ring from Frodo, fly it to the volcano, and be done with it. Then a voice spoke in my head, but it wasn't the Voice. It was the voice of a wise old man, and it radiated power.
That won't work child. Though you are not easily corruptible, the ring will affect you more than others. You are from a different world, and it will tug at your lifeline. Do not attempt it.
Who are you? , I thought back at my mind's intruder .
The voice didn't answer me. Go figure...
"How shall we cross the mountains?" Frodo asked Gandalf quietly.
"It is for Dimrill Dale that we are making. If we climb the pass that is called the Redhorn Gate, under the far side of Caradhras, we shall come down by the Dimrill Stair into the deep vale of the Dwarves," replied Gandalf solemnly.
"Can you say that again, this time in English please?" said Iggy. I rolled my eyes at the blind bird-kid. "I'm rolling my eyes, Ig," I told him. The Fellowship gave us strange glances, but kept to their own business. We continued to walk through the forests all day long. It was the most boring thin R! Like, I could be to Mordor already.
My legs were stiff and sore by the time we finished walking. Well, at least this wasn't as bad as when the whitecoats made us run this far on that foul treadmill. God, they had made me do the dreaded endurance test almost ten times now. Granted, that wasn't nearly as bad as the pain spectrum test, where they cut into you with knives until you passed out.
Every one of the flock still had scars from those tests. Thankfully, the majority of the scars were on our bellies and backs, so as long as we kept our shirts on, we were fine.