The Elven Gates [CONTINUING!!]

Chapter Ten

Days passed when we didn't rest at all. The halflings seemed to be the ones who made us stop, but their eating habits drove Gandalf to ration our provisions.

"What about breakfast?" Pippin asked expectantly.

"We've already had one," Boromir replied.

"One, yes, but what about second breakfast?"

Boromir was silent, the Fellowship turned around to see what was causing this nonsense. I, for one, knew of the meal needs of hobbits.

I threw Pippin and Merry an apple each.

"What about Elevensies?" Merry asked.

"And Luncheon?"

"And Afternoon Tea?"

"Dinner?"

"Supper!"

"If you would please," Aragorn told them, "restrict yourself to two meals a day, you can see our supplies are already low." He patted the sack of food he was carrying, the others did as well.

"I don't know if we can survive on that!" Pippin said to Merry.

"He's trying to kill us!" Merry shouted to the Fellowship, who all rolled their eyes.

"You're surely joking sir," Pippin blinked up at the man.

"Ah no," Boromir replied, "I'm not joking."

That must have triggered the hobbits to whine because for the next few days they did nothing but complain.

I, being the antisocial geek that I am, dropped to the back of the group, which was single-filing towards a large mountain pass. At night when I was on watch, I would do target practice and pretend to kill the "orcs" (which were actually trees) with my swords. I was watching the mountain one night, noticing how the light reflected brightly off of it on one side, when I heard a loud rustling in the bushes I had my back turned to.

I grabbed the handle of my dagger. Trying not to make any visible movements, I stood still for a few more seconds to listen to the sounds. Footsteps? Orcs? I swung around and in half a second I threw my dagger at the intruder.

"Rhoe! It's me!"

I looked harder to see Legolas stepping carefully towards me. He yanked my dagger from the tree it was deeply embedded in and handed it to me.

"I thought you were an orc."

"If I was an orc," he said, "you would be dead." I chuckled at his Desolation of Smaug quote. He was quoting himself!

"It's not funny." He repeated that 'I would be dead' and looked at me with concern.

"Sorry, it's an Earthean thing."

He raised his eyebrows.

"There's a movie, and and elf named Legolas is talking to his girlfriend Tauriel, she says 'I thought you were an orc' and he says 'If I was an orc, you would be dead'."

"There's a movie about me? Who is this Tauriel?" He seemed genuinely interested.

I told him about The Hobbit, and he seemed to know exactly what was going to happen. We sat down on a boulder overlooking the valley and talked. I was afraid to tell him about The Lord of The Rings and create issues with the storyline.

"Well, the Dwarves and Hobbit lost the Elven Road, and they got attacked by spiders."

"From Dul Guldur," he added.

"Ah, yes. And then they ran into you, Tauriel, and your hunting expedition, that was sent out to destroy the arachnids."

"Ugh, Tauriel."