You, Celvil Greenleaf, Legolas Greenleaf's brother, were a elf, a boy with a bow, arrows and even a strong sword.

It was night by now, you sat by the fire, casually poking at the embers with a stick you found. You were bored to say the least, all you wanted to do right now was sleep but you couldn't. That would be great, just a few minutes of rest but your body didn't seem to listen.

You sighed softly as you continued to jab at the flames, sitting on a tree trunk alone, not taking any care of the ash that was spattering across the ground. Despite your boredom you kept your ears perked and your sword at the ready in case anyone decided to attack or scare you.

You were truly the only one awake, all the other dwarfs were asleep, even your brother Legolas, you were jealous at how they sleep so peacefully in a sort of cave meanwhile you were bored out of your mind and tired.