The Dark Elf.

Chapter Fifteen.

The four Hobbits smiled as they walked towards the river where their next part of the journey would go. Pippin counted the boats and then counted everyone who was going. He looked puzzled as he scratched his head as he recounted everyone over again.

“Pippin, what’s wrong?” asked Solaris, as she fitted her bow over her back.

“There are only three boats for nine people and items needed for the long river journey. I don’t think we can fit all of us in the boats.” Pippin said, as he looked at them.

“That’s easily figured out. Legolas will have Gimli and you sitting in his boat. That boat shall have Sam, Frodo and Aragorn,” spoke Solaris. She had pointed to one boat where Legolas was standing at and then another boat.

“Then, who will take the last one?” asked Merry, looking up at her.

“We shall along with Boromir, Merry.” smiled Solaris, as they started to move towards the boat putting in their bedding and several food packets that the elves had given to them.

They quickly started off knowing that they needed to move quickly. Aragorn and Legolas had to match Solaris’s boat’s speed as that boat had two oars moving together. Aragorn finally caught up with them as did Legolas.

“Are you two trying to get out of our sight so you two can kiss in private?” smirked Aragorn, looking at Boromir and Solaris.

“What with Merry in the boat…are you joking, Aragorn? No, we’re just making up for lost time with me being ill in Lothlorien. Besides look where we are nearing!” yelled Solaris, as she pointed towards the two large statues in the distance.

“The Gates of the Argonath, the Pillars of the Kings! We’re so close now!” cried Aragorn, his voice showing his joy and sadness all at once. “We shall pass them soon. Keep the boats in line and as far apart as you can! Hold the middle of the stream!”