Trapped

Chapter 3

I felt so strong and energetic... was this always how Elves felt? I wanted to dart across the land, but I was on a quest that I knew would end one way.

With the defeat of Sauron.

Eventually, I calmed down enough to focus. But I knew the enemy's traps and plans. My knowledge could save lives. Still, how could I use it? I couldn't exactly go to Gandalf and say, Hey, Gandalf, just letting you know, I can tell the future. Boromir's going to betray us, you'll die later, then you come back...

I was so lost in thought I didn't realize the tree root jutting out from the ground. Tripping, I landed face-first in the dirt. Gimli bellowed with laughter.

"The Elf's an idiot! What did I tell you?" He was so busy boasting that he tripped over the same root- and into a pile of dung.

"Look at the Dwarf! Making the same mistake- though quite a bit more stupid." I was already feeling the anger towards Gimli.

"Shut it, lad. I've half a mind to stick this axe in yer skull!"

"Half a mind? That explains a lot."

"Why, you little-"

"I think you'll find that you're the little one."

"Both of you! Silence!" Gandalf boomed, and I bowed my head. "We are in the middle of the untamed wilderness, and unwelcome ears are about!"

"Goheno nin, mellon." I apologized.

"Sorry, wizard." Gimli grumbled, shooting me a sharp glare. I breathed in the sweet air. I recognize this from the New Zealand filming.

"I know where we are!" I blurted. "The... I mean..."

"That's very well, Legolas, but we'll have Aragorn lead." I shivered involuntarily. Hearing myself being called that instead of Orlando sent strange shocks into my limbs. "I know you're used to being treated like the ruler of all, but this expedition is not yours to do so." My face reddened. Was that true? Even back on my world, I was treated like absolute royalty.

"I apologize." I wasn't tiring in the slightest, but every step seemed to hurt the others. So it's true that Elves are stronger...

"Let's stop for the night." Frodo suggested, rubbing his eyes.

"What about dinner? And evening snack?" Pippin asked in disbelief. My belly growled, though it was manageable.

"He's probably never heard of them." Merry muttered to him.

"We can eat something, young Hobbit, but we must save our supplies." Gandalf tapped the ground with his staff, and Pippin groaned in disappointment. "It's a long way to Mordor. You'll thank me." We all had Lembas in our bags, and I was shocked to find that it was true- a single bite filled the belly of a grown man. It must not have extended to Hobbits, because Pippin ate three on his own.

"Is there any more?" He asked, wiping his hands on the ground.

"Peregrin Took! Did I not say to conserve our provisions?" Gandalf scolded, and Pippin fixed his eyes on the ground.

"We haven't even gotten second breakfast!" He complained, and I had to smile. For all they knew, they could die. Of course, I knew otherwise, but all Pippin cared about was stuffing himself.

"That's enough for now. We'll all rest here for the night." Gandalf ordered. The cool evening air was calming and beautiful. The scent of the trees gently put me to sleep.

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A/N: Finally cranked out this chapter! It's a lot shorter than my others I usually write, but I need to get back into the zone of writing actual stories and not depressing poetry. I do have 111 followers and over 1,100 votes- I have you guys to thank for it.