As we dragged the boats onto land, so they would not drift away, I felt the same bad feeling. It troubled me, as I had felt the same, before we had entered the mines of Moria.
The feeling faded almost immediately, when Aragorn placed an arm around me.
“We will make camp for the night, but do you know how to cook?”
He asked, as I noticed Legolas looking displeased. He would have preferred that it was his arm around me, and not Aragorn. I quickly realized that Aragorn was teasing Legolas and so I played along.
“Of course. The head cook of the Woodland Realm taught me himself.”
“Then perhaps we should go hunting, so that we do not use too much of our supplies.”
Aragorn kept the tease going.
“Very amusing, Aragorn. But I would prefer it, if my wife stayed with me.”
“Well, she is my sister, and I would prefer it if she stayed with me.”
Aragorn teased. Legolas shook his head.
“Why is it that you two are so much like children around each other?”
I asked, shaking my head. Both looked at me, as if they had no idea what I was talking about.
“Come to think of it.”
Aragorn said with a smile, clearly thinking of one of their adventure.
“Do not even think about it.”
Legolas remarked, quite upset. He shook his head.
“I am surprised we even survived that little adventure of yours.”
He added, shaking his head once more.
“I am surprised we even survived our youth.”
Aragorn said with a happy smile, thinking back.
Legolas corrected him.
“Well we are still here, and your father hasn’t killed us.”
Aragorn said, and sat down on the ground to smoke.
Legolas added, and shook his head. He smiled towards me, and added;
“But he surely will, when we return.”
Little had we noticed that Frodo had wandered off. But more troubling, that Boromir too had left the camp.