Just a small comment before we begin: the fellowship will not find out about the flock's wings until a long time from now. Just hold tight and enjoy!
Legolas:
Legolas could not possibly relax in these dark tunnels that Gimli was so proud of. He quietly sat down with his legs crossed and coaxed the torch embers into a small flame. His blue eyes followed the path of flickering torchlight onto the children sleeping together away from the rest of the Fellowship. He wondered what on earth had made Lord Elrond think that it would be a good idea to bring children on the quest. Did he not understand that they were very likely not to return from this? Their quest was most likely doomed to fail, and even if they succeeded, the destruction of a Ring of Power would cover the land of Mordor in fire and ash.
He studied their forms as they slept. He noticed that none of them slept on their backs, even though sleeping on their sides must be quite uncomfortable on the unyielding stone. It was hard to tell one bedrolls from another, the blankets were such a jumbled mess about them. He smiled ever so slightly, thinking of baby birds cuddled in a nest, for that was what the children resembled. He shook his head, wondering how they could ever sleep in such terrible positions. The smallest one, Angel, was back to back with Lady Maximum. Her golden curls were bunched up against the young woman's strange attire and her tiny hands were tightly clutching a dirty white thing that appeared to be a stuffed creature of sorts wearing a ragged doll dress. Above the creature's snout and polished black eyes was a bent stick of metal holding up a drooping golden ring of fabric. What were most curious were the limp golden wings sewn to the back of the creature's filthy dress. The little black creature that resembled a hound and possessed the ability to talk was curled up contentedly on the little child's shoes.
The blind young man named Iggy was no longer on his side, having now rolled onto his stomach. Gazzy was snoring to rival Gimli, his figure sprawled across Iggy's legs and the black skinned girl's head was resting on Iggy's shoulder. The dark haired Fang, who seemed to wear a permanent grimace, was situated away from the others with both of his blankets several feet away from him. He must have kicked them away as some point in the night.
Suddenly the blind one, Iggy, gasped in pain and his blue-white eyes flew open. He jerked and twisted away from Gazzy and Nudge. Nudge's head hit the stone floor as Iggy's shoulder slipped out from it and she cried out in shock, waking the rest of the fellowship. Gazzy groaned and mumbled something about a coat, then rolled off of Iggy's thrashing legs and slept on. Max had jumped to her feet, her eyes wild and panicked.
"What? Where?" she cried, searching for the danger in the dim light.
Her eyes locked on Iggy, still thrashing madly and gasping in steadily increasing volume. Legolas rushed for the boy at the same time as Aragorn, but Max beat them there. In an instant, she had woken the boy and was massaging his shoulders soothingly.
"Was it your eyes again?" she asked, and Legolas wondered if the boy had dreamed about the day he was blinded. But the boy's eyes were undamaged other than the whitish film over them, so Legolas had assumed he had been born unable to see. Iggy nodded, a tear leaking from the corner of his right eye.
Gazzy rolled over in his sleep, getting his arms and legs even more tangled in the blankets. Then the boy jerked violently, attempting to free himself from the blankets and screamed, "Let go of me!" His eyes flew open and he gulped dramatically.
"Oh," he said, surveying the scene before him in the low lighting, "Did I miss something?"
"Iggy woke everyone up screaming,"
"Oh, actually," Nudge said, rubbing the side of her head, "That was me."
"So you admit that you tried to alert the enemy of our presence..." Boromir said nastily. Legolas felt anger bubble up from deep within him, and he fought hard to repress it. That man was unbearable. It was clear he was ensnared by the Ring from the moment he set foot in the council. He should have never been allowed to come on the quest. Yes, everyone knew that the dark skins served Lord Sauron the last time, but who has the right to judge an innocent girl based on the color of her skin?
Nudge's mouth fell open and she started sputtering an apology. " I'm sorry! It was an accident! I'm on your side!"
"Hmph..." Boromir grunted, and then narrowed his eyes, "How exactly does one 'accidentally' scream in the middle of the night? Is the dark giving you nightmares?"
Boromir laughed cruelly, and Legolas realized just how far gone he was. The Ring had a firm hold on his mind and soul, and soon Boromir would abandon all reason and attempt to steal the Ring. He saw this all clearly in his innermost mind, almost like a vision. He also saw Lady Maximum's fists clench and he threw himself in between the young woman and Boromir before she killed the Steward's son.
"Peace, mellon nin," he said, holding his hands up and pleading with his eyes for the woman to see reason. This was the last thing they needed, to fight amongst themselves.
For a moment, Boromir seemed to come out of the trance and he softened his voice," You must understand, times are hard and it is not typical that a young maiden such as yourself participate in such endeavors as ours. Forgive my rude behavior."
"Now, since all the apologies are through, shall we be off?" Gandalf interrupted, lighting the crystal on his staff and illuminating the fellowship's faces.
Max huffed turned away, muttering curses under her breath, Even with his good elvish hearing he knew that Boromir heard what she said, and he was proved right when the man from Gondor's eyes flashed with a dangerous glint. In that instant, Legolas felt like he could practically SEE the Ring's veil clouding the man's vision once again.
They folded up their bedrolls and started off again, Max and Boromir glaring daggers at each other and Nudge looking slightly irritated that Max was fighting for her.
Out of the tense silence Boromir suddenly growled, "Mark my words, bad or good intentions, these children be the doom of us all. Children don't belong on importa...
"Boromir..." Gandalf warned him sternly, and Legolas tensed, preparing to fight the man should he attempt to take the Ring. That was how close the man was to madness. Legolas was tempted, if only for a moment, to "accidently" knock the man off the path and that would be the end of it. But the thought passed, he knew that the real Boromir would not act in this way. The man had become twisted by the Ring's malice.
Legolas' blood boiled when the Steward's son just ignored the wizard's warning and continued as if nothing had happened, "...nt quests. How can you possibly be so blind?! These children, they manage to penetrate the borders of Rivendell unseen, wearing strange attire and talking of strange things. Then, they somehow climb to the ground two floors below without a single foothold, find a hidden council meeting, burst in uninvited and that addlebrained elf has the nerve to send them on the quest without asking them a single question!"
There was shocked silence and then Gazzy went, "OOOOOOOOOOOH!"