Hi all.. This one is a bit short, sorry. I wanted to get what I had out, before too long. Enjoy.
Legolas was scouting ahead when he heard a cry coming from behind him, he spun quickly, and running lightly over the snow, he soon reached the rest of the Fellowship. The elf saw, thru the swiftly falling snow, that Pippin, the youngest hobbit, had stumbled, and now was buried head first in a snow bank. The blond elf stifled a smile as he saw that the dwarf to was stuck, only he was laying on his back, wallowing in the deep snow, trying to get to his feet.
The other hobbits were trying to pull Pippin out, but they couldn't get a good enough grip on his legs that were waving around. He heard grunting and spun to watch as both Faramir and Aragorn forced their way thru the snow to reach the struggling dwarf. After a minute, they were able to pull him up, brushing off the snow that clung to his hair. The elf moved to help the hobbits pull Pippin out, and brush him off. Once the hobbit and the dwarf were rescued, Legolas tuned towards Gandalf, who stood leaning on his staff, eyes twinkling.
"What happened?"
The dwarf grumbled as he drew near the rest of the Fellowship. "When the hobbit tripped and fell, I was rushing to help him, and I stumbled over something, and went flying."
A few hours later, Legolas watched in concern as the rest of the Fellowship huddled together, under a ledge, in a vain attempt to stay warm. The snow was falling heavily, and the elf knew that it was getting dangerous for the others. It was too cold, and the snow was above the Dwarf, and Hobbit's heads. He stood on the snow in silence as the humans, dwarf, and hobbits try to persuade Gandalf to make a fire. Gandalf looked past them, at the blond elf. After a moment, the wizard sighed, nodding.
"Very well. There is not much else we can do. The enemy already knows we are here, if my guess is correct."
Pippin's eyes widened, "What do you mean by that?" he looked around, apprehension in his eyes.
Legolas' attention was drawn to a sound on the wind, and his hart beat increased slightly. The elf tuned towards Gandalf "There is a voice in the wind. You are saying the enemy has created this storm, to drive us back, or towards Moria?"
The wizard blew out a breath, "That is exactly what I mean."
After several minuets of fruitlessly trying to light the fire, the wizard sighed again. "Doesn't matter now, there's no use trying to hide." He held out his staff and after blowing on it, he held it out to the fire wood, setting it ablaze.
Hope you enjoyed! Until next time.
Soli Deo Gloria