He's an Elf
by Rosie Cotton
As the Company leaves Rivendell with
the Ring, Sam reflects on the fact that one of his traveling companions
is an Elf
„ Nice crispy bacon, I’d give anything for that now...” Sam was really
grumpy. Three days had passed since the Fellowship had left The Last
Homely House. Three cold nights they had been walking through a rough
barren country, chilled to the bones by the cruel east wind. The young
Hobbit was not used to continuing physical exertion. Of course
gardening was sometimes hard work too. Those dandelion roots were
mighty hard to get out of firm soil and among his chores was also to
chop the firewood. But incessant walking was a downright different
matter. Even the journey to Rivendell had been not as bad as this was.
Or maybe he only felt it had been different. Everything seemed
different then. He thought they’d go back home once Mr. Frodo had
recovered. But then his master had accepted to take the ring to the
land they called Mordor. It had been clear as daylight that he’d follow
Frodo everywhere. But to be true, Sam hadn’t given much thought on what
that would imply for him. Moreover it seemed a long way off yet, since
they were sending out messengers first. The past two months at
Rivendell had passed away in peace and bliss and no thought of what was
going to happen marred that joy yet.
But here he was, cold, hungry and sore. Bill the pony whinnied and
prodded his shoulder.
“I know, my lad, I know. But I don’t have a goodie for you in my pocket
right now, they’re in the bags on your back and we can’t stop now.
Strider says we mustn’t.” Sam sighed.
“Aragorn, please stop, I seem to have lost my knife !” Sam turned
around and looked at Legolas who went right behind him. What was that ?
He wasn’t sure if his eyes cheated him, it was quite dark, but it
seemed as if the elf winked at him before he bent to the ground as if
he was looking for something. “ Legolas, we can’t stop for long, please
hurry. If you don’t find it soon we have to move on” cried Aragorn. Sam
jumped at the opportunity and went to retrieve a goodie for Bill from
the saddle bag. He offered it to Bill on his outstretched hand. The
pony thanked him with a soft snort. “Don’t thank me. I guess you have
to thank the elf for giving us that break”. “ Ah, here it is, I’ve
found it, we can go on !” shouted Legolas that same moment. Sam looked
into his face. Now there was no mistake : the elf smiled at him.
Sam had seen many elves at Rivendell, more than he’d ever thought he
would see in his entire life. But somehow he had stopped thinking about
them while he was there. The time he and his friends had passed at Lord
Elrond’s home seemed kind of unreal. Like a dream that did not fade
away when you woke up. Besides he was just a visitor there and he had
spent his time rather with Mr. Frodo, Pippin and Merry and old Mr.
Bilbo of course than with the elves. The thought to associate with
elves seemed completely ridiculous to him. They were Big Folk. Magical
Big Folk at that. But now here he was, a member of the Company who set
out to change things for the better and other than his friends,
Strider, another man and a dwarf there was an elf. He hadn’t thought
much about that before, but he did now.
Legolas seemed to be rather young, but Sam knew that “young” was
relative when it came to the age of elves. He could well be several
hundreds or even thousands of years old without looking it. The idea
made Sam dizzy. In a way this Legolas was different than most of the
other elves Sam had met so far. He was.....what was it ? Less lofty ?
Yes, maybe. He seemed to be more of a fellow to actually tackle things
than the elves of Elrond’s household.
But still Sam was in awe with Legolas. He admired the grace of his
movements. Hobbits could walk without being heard but that elf didn’t
even seem to touch the ground with his feet at all. Had elves learn to
move that way or were they born with that grace ? Sam tried to imitate
Legolas’ way of walking. Step out wide, tiptoe down first, no, again,
“What are you doing, Sam ? Is there something wrong with your legs ?”
Sam had been trying elven walking so hard, he didn’t notice Merry was
watching him. “ I’m allright…” he blushed a deep purple red and scolded
himself silently for being such a fool. Hopefully Legolas hasn’t
noticed too what he was doing ! He glanced back over his shoulder but
obviously the elf was looking elsewhere. “They have keener eyes than
everybody else” Sam went on thinking about Legolas, “ very much like
cats I suppose...”
Slowly a new day dawned and went on but there was no real light. It was
grey and cloudy like the days before. “Wonder if there’s a sun at all
in that country or naught but that icy wind” Sam moaned. As they
reached a hollow Gandalf signaled the Company to stop.
“ We will rest here for the remains of the day and move on by
nightfall.” the old grey wizard said. Merry and Pippin slumped down on
the very spot they stood on and Frodo looked so miserable it gave Sam a
pang in his heart. He opened one of the bags and provided what food he
could find that was eatable without getting boiled or roasted. Gandalf
wouldn’t let them light a fire because he was afraid of spies. Some
dried meat and dried fruits and some of those sweet apples the Hobbits
had cherished so much at Rivendell. For a fleeting moment the image of
crispy bacon and eggs arose in Sam’s mind again but he erased it
The Company sat down and ate silently. They were all too tired to talk.
All that could be heard was the sound of chewing and swallowing of men,
dwarf, hobbits and elf as well as from Bill who had his nose in a bag
of hay. Usually Hobbits never were silent when they were eating. To
take a meal was a social event and to consume food without giving it
praise would have been considered very ill-mannered among them. “
Master Samwise, will you give me another apple ? They are the best
apples I have ever tasted. Not even in my woodland realm do they grow
apples as sweet and juicy as those.” Sam looked at Legolas who was
smiliing at him – again. Was that elf able to read his mind ? Sam was
so bemused he completely forgot to give Legolas what he had asked for
until the latter said : “…or do you Halflings want to keep them all to
yourselves ? You’ve been pillaging the stocks in the cellars of
Rivendell to a great deal already as far as I’ve been told.” “ We left
enough for your kin !” Pippin said somewhat offended, “ we just had
one, or two…well, maybe three a day.” “ Pip, you know that’s not true;
you had at least ten apples a day !“ Merry looked reproachfully at his
cousin. Roaring laughter met his remark. The Company had the first
cheerful meal since they set out.
Sam wondered how long their journey to that Fiery Mountain would take.
He had no sense of distance or direction and all the maps Frodo had
been brooding over with Gandalf meant nothing to him. But he thought
that however long it would take, he’d like to get a chance to learn
more about his elvish companion and maybe even become friends with him.