𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕱𝖔𝖗𝖒 𝖔𝖋 𝕾𝖆𝖚𝖗𝖔𝖓

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔗𝔴𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔶

"We cannot rest forever." I tell Gimli.

"We all need rest. Even a pointy eared prince like you." Gimli says.

I look around. Are we being followed. I cannot see them yet. I do not feel the eyes of Isengard. My heart races. Wargs will come from Isengard? Is he telling the truth? What is happening to me? My thoughts run wild. I stare at the north where we're going.

"Legolas, I've been asking and asking this and you're not giving me a straight answer." Gimli says.

"What answer do you seek might I ask?" I look down at him.

"You're off laddie." He says.

"I am not." I say.

"You are. I've seen it many times before. You're acting like a flower being blown in the wind." He says.

"The wind is always changing Gimli. Sometimes it's best to listen to it." I say. 

"Oh. That's no excuse!" Gimli roars at me.

I roll my eyes. I hear the horn of Rohan. 

"The rest is over Gimli." I say.