The Days of Old (LOTR- Book One)

Chapter 13: Realization

Chapter 13: Realization

We hobbled through the countryside, Aragorn seemed annoyed with our pace but what did he really expect? Everyone is grieving except for him.

Heavy, dark clouds began to roll off the mountain and thunder echoed through the valley as night began to fall.

We trudged through the mud and rain, this environment seemed to fit how all of us were feeling.

"Can we make camp for the night?" Merry groaned as he struggled against the rain.

Aragorn peered around the area as if he was suspecting something. He sighed deeply and nodded, "we'll make camp in the trees, out of sight." he gestured to some trees that would also shield us from the rain.

We quickly set up some tents and everyone quickly took cover from the rain.

I shivered and stared off at the silhouetted mountains on the horizon.

"You should get out of the rain." Legolas's soft voice made me jump, I sighed and shook my head.

"I wouldn't be able to sleep anyway." I groaned and pinched the bridge of my nose. A warm hand was placed on my shoulder, Legolas's eyes were filled with sorrow. "I'm sorry." he managed after a few moments. I puffed out air, "Gandalf has to have a plan, he wouldn't do that for no reason." My eyes flickered over to Legolas who was distant. He was also grieving, I just couldn't keep my emotions locked away.

I gritted my teeth and wrapped my hand around my dagger, releasing all my pent up anger and sadness onto a tree as I dug my dagger deep into it's bark. Breathing hard as I grumbled in elvish and ripped the dagger out of the tree.

I rolled my shoulders back and sheathed my dagger, Legolas was staring at me blankly. I winced slightly as Legolas wipped a single tear from my cheek, his eyes caught the slightly cut in my cheek.

"What happened?" He asked as his fingertips traced the cut across my pale cheek, I shook my head. "I wasn't where I needed to be." I growled and stepped away from Legolas, shaking my head. 

Legolas puffed out air and turned on his heel, disappearing into his tent. I puffed out air and let out a scream of anger as I jabbed my dagger into the tree again, this time letting my emotions get the better of me. 

I should've been there, I should've ran across the bridge and helped Gandalf. All his teachings and belief in me is gone. Frodo will be lost. Who will be next? If Aragorn dies, we will be completely lost and the Fellowship will fail.