Legolas leaned against a convenient rock, gazing upwards at the
stars. The sky was clear, the air crisp with the chill
of winter. “I cannot believe it,” he said in wonder. “We
have been journeying for a month, are nearly home again – and nothing
has gone wrong. No wargs. No spiders attacking us.”
“No trolls,” added Elladan slyly, as he leaned forward to add
another fallen branch to their fire.
“No raging rivers,” Elrohir agreed.
“I have enjoyed the peace and quiet,” Legolas continued. “And yet
Two identical voices spoke in unison. “It has been just a little boring!”