(I doubt anyone has read this book, but this chapter is over the Elvenbane. I liked it even though the elves are kind of the bad guys. It is really hard to explain, but I hope you get the picture. In the book, the halfbloods are wizards, elf lords are power hungry, and humans are slaves. To put it bluntly, wizards have to live in hiding; and you only have a place in elven society if you have a whole lot of magic. Also a note. I am going to start adding in the other characters more, so do not worry. This was sort of an introduction chapter once again.)

Aragorn was the first to awaken. He glanced around, quickly checking up on everyone in the group. He saw Legolas peer over at the sight of movement and he quickly sent a scowl in the direction of the elf. Once again, Legolas had not woken him. Legolas merely smiled and turned his attention away again. Aragorn sighed and stood up, stretching as he did so. He edged his way around the sleeping bodies, careful not to wake anyone in doing so. He sat next to Legolas, making sure to send his elbow into Legolas’s side.
“You did it again.”
Legolas looked at him in an innocent way.
“Did what?”
Before Aragorn could answer, a bright light engulfed the group, leaving them too surprised to even call out to their comrades.

The light faded in a matter of seconds, but by then everyone was sitting up and wide awake. After a quick look around, it was realized that Sora, Donald, and Goofy were still with them. Aragorn narrowed his eyes and picked himself up off the ground. A quick look around gave no help. They were near a clear river, running between a thick forest. No signs of life anywhere. The others stood as well, and found themselves looking around with similar results.
“Come. We should have a look around…”
Aragorn began leading the way into the forest. The others, in agreement, followed in almost a single file line. First Aragorn, and following him was Sora, Merry, Pippin, Goofy, Donald, Gandalf, Frodo, Sam, Gimli, and Legolas at the tail end.
“Gimli? Where do you think we are? It looks a lot like Middle Earth.” Sam turned his head back and began talking to Gimli. The Dwarf replied.
“Aye, it does, but I doubt it is. I-”
He found himself hushed rather harshly by Legolas. The elf had his eyes narrowed and was listening intently. Only a few seconds passed before the elf began cutting in front of the others to head off Aragorn. He did not get there.
An arrow flew from somewhere within the trees, catching itself in Legolas’s arm. The force behind it threw him off balance and into Gandalf, whom caught him before he fell. What seemed to be a, for the most part, harmless wound, Legolas did not seem to take it well. Gandalf let go once he thought Legolas had his balance, but the elf dropped to the ground, shivering. A man holding a bow leapt from the trees, followed by several others.
“Run! We will take care of him!”
The others were almost too shocked to do anything, but Gandalf recovered first, Aragorn following shortly behind. In a matter of seconds they all had their weapons drawn and pointed at the ones who had come through the trees. The attackers looked at them, obviously extremely shocked.
“What are you doing? You are free now! Go! You are his slaves no longer!”
The new fellowship’s weapons were lowered slightly.
“His slaves? We are no slaves!”
The men looked at them as if they were stupid.
“You are not his slaves? Then what are you?”
“His friends!”
The men narrowed their eyes and glanced at each other before they glanced back at the group.
“Elves do not have friends unless it is among themselves.”
Aragorn, however, was not listening anymore. He was bend down beside Legolas, whom was shivering and shaking. Aragorn tore back the strip that was torn by the arrow shaft. He was bleeding dark crimson, darker and more than he should be. Aragorn narrowed his eyes and looked up to the men in rage.
“What did you do to him?”
The men looked at Aragorn briefly.
“It is the opposite of elf-shot…”
Aragorn narrowed his eyes in a signal he didn’t quiet understand.
“You don’t know what elf-shot is?”
They all shook their heads.
“Are you all wild?”
“Yes.” Aragorn lied quickly. The others glanced at him, but knew to keep their mouths shut and follow on. The men glanced at him and the others before glancing at Legolas.
“Elves and Humans living together?”
Aragorn nodded, not seeing the problem. The men walked away for a short time and talked amongst themselves in a language that none of them could understand. They all turned their attention to Legolas, who was doing no better. By now, Legolas had lost consciousness. Gandalf was struggling to wake him, while Aragorn was trying to slow the bleeding, to no avail. In what felt like hours, but was only a few minutes, the men returned to them.
“Follow us. We can bring you back to our camp and try to help the… your ‘friend’.”
Though Aragorn wanted to help with Legolas, he knew there was nothing he could do. He turned his attention to the men. Gandalf and Gimli took over the job of watching Legolas. Aragorn soon had the men’s attention.
“What is so wrong with elves?”
The men looked at him like he was crazy.
“Are you serious?”
Aragorn nodded and looked the man impatiently. The men looked between each other as if they were worried about Aragorn’s sanity, but they glanced back again.
“Elves are cruel. There is too much to explain for right now. It can be told to you at our home.”
Though Aragorn was becoming frustrated, he went on to another question.
“What is this ‘elf-shot’?”
The men no longer glanced at each other; they were growing use to his questions.
“Elves use elf-shot on their arrows. It is a poison to humans and halfbloods. A direct hit will kill you and a scratch is enough to bring you down. The poison we used is the direct opposite. If what you say is true, and he really is your… friend… You are lucky we didn’t get a direct hit.”
Aragorn was confused. How could elves be cruel? And who were these ‘halfbloods’? He could only hope what the man said was true and they would learn all about it.
“What is your poison made from?”
“Dragon claws. One of the only poisons that will actually work against the elves’ magic. We know of the only remedy, though we have never used it.”
Pippin was suddenly beside them.
“Why not?”
The man whom had been answer all of the questions glanced down in surprise, but recovered quickly.
“Because, child. We have never wished to help them before.”
He shot a glare behind them at Legolas, though the elf was not coherent enough to even see it.
“Why should we help them when we are at war against them?”