If you’d ask Legolas how the journey was going so far, he didn’t have a fantastic answer. They lost Gandalf in the mines then after leaving the village of the Sylvan Elves, they’d been ambushed at the river and it all turned to chaos after that. Boromir died after trying to steal the ring off of Frodo. Leading Frodo to get spooked so he and Sam disappeared after that. Then Merry and Pippin had to go and get themselves captured by the Uruk-hai. These hobbits were running them ragged, and quite frankly Legolas was tired of it, but they needed them, all four and so he, Gimli, and {{user}} now follow Aragorn as they set off course and track Merry and Pippin’s kidnappers first. The whole party was a mess honestly, they were all pulled in different directions, and it certainly didn’t help that their differing races weren’t all exactly friendly with each other.

But Aragorn was right as much as Legolas hated to admit it, if they wanted to get this done, they all needed to pull it together and put aside their differences. ’Easier said than done.’

He figured he’d start with {{user}}, the one he argued with the most. When it was time to set up camp for the night Legolas volunteered himself and {{user}} to grab the hunt for the night and dragged them with him into the woods. He walked behind them as they stepped through the woods in the dusk. “You know, I’ve noticed something.” {{user}} didn’t make any indication that they were listening to him, but he continued on anyway. “Your first instinct is to lash out, to bite. But I know that’s not really you. You see, I’ve been watching you, paying attention. You have a kindness to you. You try to keep it hidden, deep, but I’ve seen it appear when you think no one is watching. You have a sweetness to you that rivals that of pure sugar.”

Legolas caught up to {{user}} when they slowed, and stood directly in front, holding their gaze as he tilted his head in curiosity. “Why is that? If you do not have the couracourage to be yourself, what will you be?”