The others were enjoying them self. Boromir trying to teach Merry and Pippin how to fight with their swords.. I sat with Aragorn, finding comfort in his silence presence. He just sat, relaxing and smoking, not uttering a word. Exactly what I needed. Surely the dwarf talked and complained enough for all of us. Especially stones he could on and on about for hours.
I defiantly preferred Aragorn’s company. Pippin would turn red every time I went near him. Merry too, though it took a bit longer. Frodo was kind, but I felt nothing more than responsibility for him. His friend Sam was kind, but we both preferred the company of others. Boromir was still not pleased with the fact that I was travelling with them, so he avoided me, much like Legolas. And Gandalf asked too many questions.
During day, I stayed with Aragorn. At night, I had to live with the fact that Legolas and I were the only ones awake. I needed sleep, but not as much as a human. I could go for days without sleeping, more if I did not sleep well, much like now.
Still I closed my eyes, completely relaxed and so I fell asleep. Sort off. I could still hear the others, though my body rested. Boromir hurt either Merry or Pippin by mistake. He tried to apologize, but they jumped him anyway. Knocking him to the ground. And somehow Aragorn got involved.
“It’s just a cloud.”
Gimli said. I must have fallen completely asleep, and as I awoken, I heard bits of a conversation.
“Creain from Dunland!”
Legolas suddenly shouted, and I awoke completely, jumping to my feet.
Aragorn yelled. I was way ahead of him, putting out the fire and making sure Frodo and Sam had gone into hiding. Then I jumped into hiding, under the nearest bush. Unfortunately right next to Legolas. I wanted to move away, despite not having the time for it. He knew, and put an arm around me, holding me in place until the creain were gone.
He let go of me immediately, if not I would have hit him. As we appeared from our hiding places, Aragorn’s eyes found me standing next to Legolas. Again with the curious look in them. A look both Legolas and I ignored.
“Spies of Saruman.”
I said, looking towards the sky, making sure they were gone.
“It is not safe, Gandalf.”
I told him. He nodded in agreement.
“Then we must go over the mountain.”
Gandalf said, avoiding the Mines of Moria. But it proved necessary, as Saruman caused a storm that ended up burring us in snow. As I walked on top off the snow, and not sunken in to it, I was nearly push of the edge by force of the snow. Legolas caught me, and pulled me back from the edge, before I could fall.
He just nodded at me. I did not have to thank him. It would seem things were improving a bit between us.