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Aragorn started to set up camp. He got out food the elves had packed for us. He was looking concernedly at us and the Hobbits. I remembered that Hobbits had two breakfasts. They still didn't inhale as much as we did. I realized just how starved we were going to be on this quest.

And I was indeed correct. Or so I thought. Aragorn handed out bread and cheese, and some unknown meat. I only got two tiny loaves of bread, a tiny slice of cheese and a tiny chunk of meat. It was even worse for Angel, who only got a couple bites of meat, and a roll.

"We can't live on this!" cried Gazzy irritably.

"Yes, we can, and we will. You've gone for ten days straight without food, and limited water before, and you didn't die. None of us did. I think you can live through meager rations."

The fellowship eyed us strangely yet again. Legolas cleared his throat. I glanced over at him, wondering how long of a speech he was going to give to us. But he asked meekly, "From what loathsome place do you come where it is common not to feed children for such a length of time?!"

I figured it could do no harm to tell the truth, since he wouldn't know what I was talking about anyways.

"Well, we come from a place called America. It's um... over the ocean. We traveled here to help you guys. To answer your question, it wasn't in America that we weren't being fed. It was by a small group of evil people who took us from our parents when we were very young, and treated us badly. We finally escaped, and were free for several years. Now we're here."

"I... I see..." muttered Legolas, blinking rapidly like he was going to cry.

Suddenly, Gandalf's hand locked onto my shoulders like a vise. He steered me off, everyone else too busy eating to notice that I was being kidnapped. I decided not to fight him, since he WAS a wizard after all. The old man pulled me behind the brush, and spun me around so that I was looking directly into his piercing eyes.

"Who are you, and why do you want the ring?" he growled menacingly. I was almost scared by this dude, but I forced myself to glare back at him with the same intensity.

"I don't want the ring. I just want to help!"

"Can you mold minds like the little one?" he snarled.

How did he know?! Did he know our other secrets? Did he know we had... Suddenly, I felt an uninvited presence that had invaded my brain. I furrowed my brow, and pictured walls coming up around my mind, protecting my thoughts from the probing. Gandalf's eyes widened, and he let go of me.

"How is this? You are but a child!" he cried, frustration in his eyes.

I allowed myself a smirk, and said, "Everyone has secrets that they don't wish to be seen."

"It is indeed so! But you cannot hide all of your secrets from me. I will know if you are a spy, and for the safety of the Fellowship, I will cast you out in disgrace!"

"Geez man, calm down!" I said. "We're not spies. We just are... unique."

"Unique indeed. I understand you have dreadful secrets, secrets you do not want me to see. But before you turned me out of your mind, I glimpsed a strange man, with wolf features, and many people with harsh eyes, wearing long white robes. And the last image is most puzzling to me. It was simply a light brown feather, floating in the wind. Would you care to explain that to me?"

I didn't answer, only glared daggers at the crinkly old wizard who dared invade my privacy.

He finally slumped down, sighing, and released me. I stomped back to camp in a huff.

Boromir was attempting to teach the hobbits how to use knives. He looked pretty frustrated, especially when one of the hobbits almost impaled his foot when he dropped the knife.

''Come over here girl," he said, scowling. I trudged over, drawing one of my knives, and getting a feel for the balance. Boramir showed me some knife-man-ship or whatever it was called. He had me practice them, but I kind of sucked at most of the positions. The only one I was remotely good at was the thrust, because it was very close to a punch.

"As I suspected. You are not trained. You should not be on this quest. You are young and inexperienced, and you are a girl!"

Anger roared in my head, drowning out all other sounds.

"OKAY, THAT'S IT!" I roared in Boramir's startled face. "YOU ARE A FREAKING SEXIST PIG! AND NOBODY, I REPEAT, NOBODY, CALLS ME INEXPERIENCED! YOU ARE GOING DOWN!"

Boramir got over his shock, and snorted, "That'll happen when Frodo becomes king of Gondor."

"OH NO, IT'LL HAPPEN NOW!" I screamed, throwing my knife to the forest floor, and leaping on Boramir. I had him down on the ground unarmed, and was punching the living crap out of his face before he could even blink.

Aragorn, Legolas and Gandalf had to pry me off of Boramir, who now was missing several teeth, had two black eyes, and a broken, bloody nose. He was crying like a little baby, and whimpering something along the lines of "I want my mommy!"

I smirked, satisfied. He deserved to be taught his place. Nobody insults ME and get away with it.

A little while later, he sat down on the opposite side of the fire, beside Legolas, who had used healing magic to realign his nose. Legolas looked wiped. I felt sorry for the elf, who would be twice as exhausted as everyone else come tommorrow.

He was glaring daggers at me, and I smirked at him, "Don't beat yourself up about it. You had it coming for you. No regular person could beat me in a fight."

"No regular person?" asked Aragorn, confusedly.

"What about an elf?" inquired Legolas.

"Nope. But I still doubt you could beat me."

Legolas obviously took that as a challenge. He sprang upon me so fast I could hardly register his movements. He was as fast as Omega, but I somehow doubted he had eye coordination problems.

Luckily, being me, I was speedy too. I rolled under him, and he growled as his hands closed on empty air. I sprinted and grabbed the nearest tree branch. I was going to use it to vault over him, so I was facing his back, but somehow, the branch became less sturdy, and I tumbled to the ground. Oh right. Legolas was a wood elf. The trees obeyed him a little. In an instant, Legolas was on me. But though he was fast, and had a bit of tree magic, he couldn't do hand to hand combat worth a hoot. Still, he was extremely hard to hit. He dodged almost every punch I threw at him. Then, I had an idea. Sure, he might have seen punches. But I doubted he had ever seen my signature move.

Before I could deliver a roundhouse kick to the elf, I had an even better idea. If I somehow missed, he would know how to avoid it later on. I couldn't miss. So I did something that guaranteed me not to miss.

I collapsed to the ground on my back, making my eyes roll back in my head. Legolas looked at me in shock, and deep concern. I could vaguely see him leaning down over me, reaching for my wrist to check my pulse. Then I sprung into action.

Launching myself to my feet, I gave Legolas a good punch to the face, and twisting my body to gain maximum momentum, I threw my whole body into the roundhouse kick.

Legolas fell to the ground, clutching his head, a big bruise starting to form on his normally angelic face. Everyone except the flock was staring at me in shock and horror.

"Trickery!" cried Legolas, still clutching his head and rolling around on the ground.

"That was very indecent of you!" cried Aragorn, eyes wide, still astonished that I had roundhouse kicked the prince of the elves.

"Yeah, bla bla bla. I don't play by the rules." I said, scowling.

"Ow..." muttered Legolas, picking himself up and staggering off to his bedroll.

"Now, have you got something to say to me?" I asked, not really asking.

"We are sorry we underestimated you Max," said Gandalf, who was smiling ever so slightly and had a twinkle in his eyes.