White Valar (A Legolas FanFic)

Chapter Two - The Orcish Stench Of Dwarves

Riding, riding, riding and more riding. If felt like months of riding because of those dwarves. It was a never ending hell hole of boredom and annoyance. I know I can't say that I smell like roses, but at least I don't smell like a rotting Orc! Those stinky as Morgoth dwarves ignored me most of the time, but if they talked to me, time would have gone faster.

Ori got travel sick and threw up all over Ashkii and I, causing me to miss a night of sleep looking for somewhere to wash off myself and my horse and not get caught, butt naked by dwarves, I couldn't stand the smell of myself!

Balin kept head butting my back, seriously, is his skull made from iron or something? And to top it all off, we got attacked by orcs, which by the way, smelled like the dwarves.

I guess if I told people about the trip, they would say: 'Stop complaining!' But I can't help it if I get annoyed by everything. Even though I followed the company for weeks, these dwarves smelled like sh-

'Cerirae!' Gandalf called, interrupting the ongoing rant in my head.

'Yes?' I replied impatiently.

'Were almost there, don't worry.' I could tell that he had seen the annoyed look on my face that I always had whilst flicking through my thoughts and thinking to myself about annoying trips.

I rolled my eyes and kept on riding. I could tell we were close to Rivendell, but not close enough.

I replayed the Orc attack though my mind again.

-•-

I woke up to the sound of distant stomping, then I remembered smelling orcs. I woke everyone up and told them they were coming.

'We don't have any weapons.' I remember Ori telling me. I tossed a dagger at each of the dwarves.

'If I die, I am blaming you.' I gestured to the dwarves. I climbed a nearby tree and disappeared from sight. I searched for the orcs and found them with no trouble. I nocked two arrows and pulled back, aiming at the two orcs at the front of the pack. I shot and they fell dead with arrows in their heads. I shot another before the rest of the orcs came through the bushes.

Gandalf was cutting off their heads left right and centre. Ori, Bofur and Balin were in a kill circle, protecting each other. How cute.

All of the disgusting creatures were soon dead and we continued with our journey thinking nothing of the attack.

-•-

I was pulled from my memories when Ashkii suddenly stopped and I lurched forward and almost squashed Ori.

'Oi! Get off me.' Ori complained, while Balin pulled me back upright.

'Thank you kind sir.' I said to Balin, with a hint of sarcasm buried in there.

'Would you like to stay in Rivendell or go on with your trip?' Gandalf asked.

In my head I was screaming 'anything, just something to do with washing! I can't stand anymore of this dwarfishness, I'll grow a beard!'

'Would we be able to stay a few days, to freshen up?' Bofur asked. 'Yes!' I screamed in my head, 'no more of this hell!'

A few hours later, we arrived in Rivendell. I think I got a bit too excited that I galloped through the gates, then I stood up on my saddle and jumped off. I got the dwarves off poor Ashkii.

'I don't know how you dealt with that.' I whispered in her ear. 'Thanks for not throwing me off.' I gave her a hug and then led her to the stables, leaving the dwarves to stand there like idiots. Gandalf came along just before I disappeared. He can baby sit the dwarves for all I care.