Days passed when we didn't rest at all. The halflings seemed to be the ones who made us stop, but their eating habits drove Gandalf to ration our provisions.

"What about breakfast?" Pippin asked expectantly.

"We've already had one," Boromir replied.

"One, yes, but what about second breakfast?"

Boromir was silent, the Fellowship turned around to see what was causing this nonsense. I, for one, knew of the meal needs of hobbits.

I threw Pippin and Merry an apple each.

"What about Elevensies?" Merry asked.

"And Luncheon?"

"And Afternoon Tea?"

"Dinner?"

"Supper!"

"If you would please," Aragorn told them, "restrict yourself to two meals a day, you can see our supplies are already low." He patted the sack of food he was carrying, the others did as well.

"I don't know if we can survive on that!" Pippin said to Merry.

"He's trying to kill us!" Merry shouted to the Fellowship, who all rolled their eyes.

"You're surely joking sir," Pippin blinked up at the man.

"Ah no," Boromir replied, "I'm not joking."

That must have triggered the hobbits to whine because for the next few days they did nothing but complain.

I, being the antisocial geek that I am, dropped to the back of the group, which was single-filing towards a large mountain pass. At night when I was on watch, I would do target practice and pretend to kill the "orcs" (which were actually trees) with my swords. I was watching the mountain one night, noticing how the light reflected brightly off of it on one side, when I heard a loud rustling in the bushes I had my back turned to.

I grabbed the handle of my dagger. Trying not to make any visible movements, I stood still for a few more seconds to listen to the sounds. Footsteps? Orcs? I swung around and in half a second I threw my dagger at the intruder.

"Rhoe! It's me!"

I looked harder to see Legolas stepping carefully towards me. He yanked my dagger from the tree it was deeply embedded in and handed it to me.

"I thought you were an orc."

"If I was an orc," he said, "you would be dead." I chuckled at his Desolation of Smaug quote. He was quoting himself!

"It's not funny." He repeated that 'I would be dead' and looked at me with concern.

"Sorry, it's an Earthean thing."

He raised his eyebrows.

"There's a movie, and and elf named Legolas is talking to his girlfriend Tauriel, she says 'I thought you were an orc' and he says 'If I was an orc, you would be dead'."

"There's a movie about me? Who is this Tauriel?" He seemed genuinely interested.

I told him about The Hobbit, and he seemed to know exactly what was going to happen. We sat down on a boulder overlooking the valley and talked. I was afraid to tell him about The Lord of The Rings and create issues with the storyline.

"Well, the Dwarves and Hobbit lost the Elven Road, and they got attacked by spiders."

"From Dul Guldur," he added.

"Ah, yes. And then they ran into you, Tauriel, and your hunting expedition, that was sent out to destroy the arachnids."

"Ugh, Tauriel."

"And you saw that Thorin had a sword-"

"Orcrist."

"Yeah and you accused him of stealing it and took them to your Dungeons."

"Oh. Really? I remember my father letting them free! They were trying to steal our feast and he sent them away. The Woodland King would never do such a thing!" I could tell he was angry, clenching and unclenching his jaw and slamming his fists on the rock.

"It's okay, I always understood that Thranduil was not vain, especially without reason. Calm down. It's okay." I patted his shoulder and tried to look at him.

"Well now I understand why Humans from the Earthean Realm think I'm so full of myself! The way Mirkwood was portrayed brings shame to dirty horse stables!"

He jumped off the boulder and paced in front of it for a minute, his side always turned to me and the cliff overlooking the valley. I decided not to speak, to anger him no further.

"I'm sorry," he said finally, "I just don't understand why someone would be so unthoughtful towards my kin. It's not my father's fault the Great Greenwood turned dark and overrun with evil."

"I understand."

"But you don't! If my father heard of this he'll lock you in the dungeons for fear of word getting out!"

"You know what, it's my turn to watch, you can go rest and I'll make sure nothing kills you in your sleep. Okay?" I was trying to talk softly and be gentle.

"Alright, quel du." Good night. He tromped back to camp, much louder than the usual elf.

"Something wrong?" asked Gimli, but the elf ignored him and walked past his bedroll. He lay down beside Aragorn.

"Are you alright?" he asked, looking over at the elf.

"I'm fine, I just want to sleep." He pulled his gaze away from the stars and rolled over, his back turned to the rest of the group.

"He never sleeps." Gimli seemed worried.

"There is a first time for everything," Aragorn whispered back.

I strode back to camp, trying to keep quiet. I hoped I could slip into my blankets before they noticed I was here.

"What's wrong with Elf Boy?" Gimli asked.

"If he wouldn't tell you then I don't want to slip out information. He said it might be dangerous."

"Fine then!" the dwarf raised his hands, "You two keep your secrets! I knew elves kept to themselves anyway."

"It's an Earthean thing."

"Well then, guess we won't interfere."

Gandalf was next on watch and I wrapped up in my warm blankets comfortably. I tried to sleep but Gimli and Aragorn were trying to figure out what was wrong with Legolas.

"Amin de otha lle ar' antolle ulua sulrim," Legolas finally had to say. Aragorn understood, and that made the dwarf nervous, so Gimli shut up about it too.

A few minutes later they were whispering again.

"Stop it, we all need sleep."

"Ah, if you haven't noticed, you don't! And you can sleep while running can't you?"

"Just be quiet." Elf Boy was annoyed.

"Ahwe! Those two..."

"Stop it!"

"Ugh, elves." Gimli waved us off and fell asleep, snoring loudly.

We had to walk for more days than I had expected before we reached the mountain pass. The wind howled like wolves and small blizzards of snow blew in and out of view.

"Today we will scout ahead," Gandalf announced, "We can trek the slopes of Caradrhas tomorrow."

We were camped on a group of rocks in a small grassy field by he slopes of the mountain. Gandalf had sent the elves, Legolas and I, Aragorn and Boromir to scout ahead and find a path. Gimli had to hold himself back from attacking Gandalf, and Aragorn had to physically restrain him from doing so at one point.

"We dwarves may be short, but we are mighty! Don't underestimate our skills in battle!" He struggled against Aragorn, who wasn't too happy with his job.

"I'm not underestimating your skills in battle, master dwarf, only your skills in snow climbing."

"They can't walk on snow!" Gimli gestured towards Aragorn and Boromir, "what are they doing here?"

"They are, how do I say this, tall. You can stay here with the hobbits, they will only be gone a few minutes."

"Ugh." Gimli stormed off to join the halflings.

My group encountered a small setback getting to the pass. A pack of maybe twenty orcs was going the same way we were.

"I've never been in battle before," I whispered to Legolas.

"It's okay, just follow my lead and do what I do. Plus it's not much of a battle, more of a small skirmish really." He smirked at me and pulled back on his bowstring in a battle stance.

An orc lunged at us from ahead and signaled to the others. We were just below the crest of a hill and the camp was on the other side, our companions couldn't see us.

I unsheathed my swords and swung wildly at the orc.

"Their armour is weak at the neck and below the arms!" I shouted to the group, better they now now than later.

I finally separated it's head from its body and moved on to the next enemy. This orc was running by a clump of small trees. I grabbed a branch with my hand and swung into the orc, smashing my feet into its face and knocking it backwards. I landed with my feet on its chest and impaled it.

'Yay!'

I was chasing another orc through the group when I noticed one creeping up behind me. I ran towards it.

"Prepare for your death!" I yelled.

"Neither your Fate, Faith, or Fury could finish me!" It ran forwards and swung it's crude weapon at me aimlessly. I simply ran it through with one of my blades.

I looked at my dagger, "Fate," and held up my swords, "Faith and Fury. Thanks orc!" I skipped off back to the group and noticed all the orcs were dead.

"Why do you seem so happy? You were just almost killed."

"Yes," I replied, "But the orc that ALMOST killed me helped me name my swords. Faith and Fury." I held my blades up proudly.

"Very well," Legolas held up his hands in surrender, "Just make sure Faith and Fury keep their sharp edges away from me," he joked.

"They will," I assured him, and ran off. Looking back I noticed he was blushing and smiling widely. Aragorn patted him on the shoulder and whispered something I could not hear. It was probably something along the lines of 'good luck laddy'.

I sprinted ahead, hoping to be able to scout out the path before us and assure myself there was no danger hidden there. Once I had made sure there were no foul creatures hiding behind the rocks, I sat down comfortably in a fork of a tree's trunk. Elf eyes really were as good as they are said to be. I could see for miles on a flat plain.

Admiring the feathers on my arrows, I tried to balance my swords on my fingers and tested my skills at throwing daggers. Anything to pass the time and keep my mind off of an inner fangirl battle.

"Right on target," I heard a familiar voice say from behind me. I looked back from my tree and replied.

"Depends on what I was aiming for," I gestured towards the root my dagger was now embedded in, "I missed the branch by no small distance."

I jumped out of the tree and grabbed my dagger.

"We should probably be heading back now," I told the Prince.

"It doesn't seem like there's much danger ahead. We can go."

I put the dagger back in its rightful sheath on my belt. As I was walking I felt a hand slip into mine, I looked up to find Legolas looking off in the distance. Energy surged through the closing gap between our hands, and I could almost feel sparks flying from where our arms touched.

I smiled up at him, and he returned it. When I pulled my gaze away from his I saw a very unamused Aragorn looking at us. He had the most displeased face I had ever seen.

"Knock it off," he grabbed our wrists and forced our entangled fingers apart, "we won't survive with you two doing nothing but making googly eyes at each other the whole time."

Was really doing just that?

Cold realization slapped me in the face:

I was falling for the prince of the Woodland Realm.