The One Hour Fellowship Writing Challenge

A Pleasant Walk by Kaybaggins

Gandalf walked in front, and with him went Aragorn, who knew this land even in the dark. The others were in file behind, and Legolas whose eyes were keen was the rearguard.

Boromir began to complain that he felt it was his turn to be in first and he was tired of being in the middle. After all, he was the Steward of Gondor. The hobbits were getting on his nerves. They kept jabbing their tiny swords at his shins every chance they could. He tried to keep his composure and thought if he could teach them how to handle their swords like men that they would stop pestering him but they insisted on tagging along behind him. He was more interested in Frodo. The lure of the ring was becoming strong. He could hear it call to him, whisper to him. He would figure out a way to get that ring if it was the last thing he did.

Gimli began to argue with Legolas that it was better to go to the mines of Moria and not worry about trying to climb the mountains and loose more time. Legolas was telling Gimli that maybe he should not have made this journey if this was too strenuous for him. Gimli called Legolas a show off. Legolas whispered loud enough that dwarves act before they speak. With Gimli then grumbling that he could climb any mountain and ford any stream and follow any rainbow until he found his dream.

The hobbits were grumbling because the the big folk were patting them on the heads and making all the decisions. "We are nothing more than a nuisance I'm afraid", said Merry. "Maybe we should have stayed home." "And miss all of this fun". said Pippin. As long as they don't carry us like sacks of taters, I'll be happy.

Gandalf was beginning to believe that this task which had been appointed to him several thousand years ago was not what he bargained for and if this is the best of what he had to work with, then he was not so sure he was willing to see it through to the end. Only time would tell.

Aragorn had his own problems. Arwen was still still pretty vexed at him for leaving when he had only just gotten there. She didn't give a fig that he had some greater purpose or that he was going to be a king. She was spoiled rotten and her father wasn't too thrilled with him either since he wasn't an elf. He just wish she would go to the Grey Havens and be done with it.

Sam just watched Frodo struggling along and not saying a word. The first part of their journey was hard and dreary, and Frodo remembered little of it, save the wind. For many sunless days an icy blast came from the Mountains in the east, and no garment seemed able to keep out its searching fingers.