One Lucky Winner

Chapter 30 ~ Thorin

Day 1
6:00 PM

"We need to make a plan," I demand as soon as we get all of our supplies sorted out. I believe we're at the edge of the arena. We have been walking for a long time before we finally decided to stop and make camp. I sense there's no one around.

"We shall take out the Avengers first," Legolas says. "Without their suits, they are nothing."

"What's the avengers?" Bilbo asks no one in particular.

"The men in suits," I answer gruffly.

"We should also get rid of those people with the wands," Bilbo adds. I'm surprised to see him participating in the conversation. "We should break the wands."

I nod. "Good. Once we got them and the Avengers down, the rest will be easy to kill."

"I have this to help us," Bilbo holds up the ring he brought into the arena.

"Of course," I say. "Perfect for stealing things."

There's a long pause. "Let me see it," Legolas suddenly says, holding out his hand. Bilbo gives the ring to Legolas. I wonder why Legolas always asks to see it whenever Bilbo has it out. Maybe he's trying to steal it.

I watch the elf closely. He examines it with a concentrated look. I'm just about to let him have it when he interrupts me.

"It looks like the One Ring,"

"The what?" I say, disgusted.

"The One Ring," Legolas looks at me. "Three rings for elves, nine rings for men, seven rings for-"

"Oh please," I spit. "That's just a myth. A tale. The One Ring has been lost for ages. This is not it." Legolas gives me a look.

Bilbo takes the ring back from Legolas, ending the argument. "Let's steal something now."

"Agreed," I say. "What don't we have."

Legolas digs through all of our bags. He finally looks up at Bilbo. "Water."

I feel my heart sink a little; I did not know we didn't have water. How does one survive without water?

"Yes, alright, water," Bilbo says. "Are you coming?"

"There's only one ring. Only one can go."

"Alright."

"Be quick," I tell him. "Don't get lost."

He nods and disappears.

I look at Legolas, and realize the very awkward, lingering silence that is taking place right now. I strongly dislike it.

I sigh and look around our camp, hating every second of it.

"What about food?" Legolas's voice suddenly says. "We don't have any food."

"Why didn't you tell Bilbo that before he left," I demand from him.

"I just now realized."

"Of course you did," I growl. I stand up. "I'll find food. At least enough for supper. You stay here."

Legolas says nothing; he just gives me a weird look and starts sharpening his arrows.