Let’s get started! “Did you hear that?” Sam said excitedly. “Rivendell! We’re going to see the Elves.” --- Hidden behind some bushes, Legolas snorted. “I don’t know what is going on, but there’s something wrong with Sam.” He whispered. Behind him, his teammates Hydraxon, Balthier and Morgoth remained quiet as they watched Strider and the Hobbits walk further along the path. After they were gone, Balthier spoke up: “Now what? Do we follow them?” “We have to.” Legolas shrugged. “We need to find this Rosa and keep her from destroying canon, Aragorn and the Hobbits might lead us to her.” “Good.” Morgoth snorted. “I want to find this thing as soon as possible and see what kind of thing she is to cause so many horrible things.” --- “Gentlemen,” Aragorn said, “We do not stop until nightfall.” “What about breakfast?” Pippin asked. “You’ve already had it,” Strider said a tad confused. “We’ve had one, yes,” Pippin replied, “But what about second breakfast?” Before Aragorn could respond, the bushes nearby rustled and Aragorn drew his sword. “Get behind me,” he commanded the frightened hobbits. Balthier made a face as he watched the scene unfold. He turned to Legolas. “I don’t know, but do people here always get frightened so easily by rustling bushes?” Legolas shook his head. He was still trying to get overt he fact that the hobbits seemed so childish. This was certainly not how he remembered them. Hydraxon’s sensitive hearing caught something. “My team members, I think our prey is coming.” And barely had the words left the Pit Jailer’s mouth, or there appeared Rosalyn Monroe with her two hairy dogs. Morgoth cursed. “That things is supposed to be the thing that is more vile and evil than me?” “Seems like it.” Hydraxon replied coldly, his eyes fixed on Rosa and her dogs. In his head, he was thinking of all the possible ways too ambush her, kill her and just be done with it. The jailer groaned. “If only I had my Energy Hound, Spinax, here… He could take care of those furry things that are supposed to be dogs.” “Whatever” Legolas said with annoyance, watching with growing disgust as Aragorn took this Rosa thing with them. “What is wrong with you my friend?” The Elf wondered. --- “This is Bijan,” she pointed to him. “And Rijah,” She pointed to her. “Merry.” “Pippin.” “Sam.” “Frodo.” Rosa smiled and waved. Then suddenly, a rock the size of a coconut hit her head. Rosa broke down, started whimpering and crying and screaming because of the little scratch the rock had made on the side of her head. Hydraxon turned to Morgoth, cold furry in his eyes. “Are you mad? You’ll betray our position!” “It’s our job to save canon and Middle Earth, isn’t it?!” The vala shot back. “Without getting seen.” Balthier reminded him with a sigh. “And unless you’re as brainless as that Rosa thing appears, throwing a rock is not the safest way to save canon.” “He’s right.” Legolas agreed. “Aragorn might track where the rock came from.” “But he isn’t doing that, is he, master Elf?” Morgoth seethed. He looked with disgust to Aragorn. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but your almighty ranger friend is way too busy worrying about our prey.” Legolas sighed. “I know you’re angry, but next time, try to work it out on something else.” “You’re right.” Morgoth concluded. “Next time, I’ll borrow once of Hydraxon’s daggers when throwing things at that thing’s head.” |
