The next morning, the remaining eight members of the Fellowship were walking through Lothlorien, back the way they had come, to get back on the Eagles and continue on their quest. Each had a length of Elven rope out, one end tied around his waist, the other end loose and rolled into hoops, held in his hand.
“Nice of her, really, giving this to us. We don’t want another incident like with Gandalf.” Sam said, turning his head to look at Frodo.
Frodo spoke quietly, looking straight ahead. “No, Sam, we don’t.”
Sam blinked once, looked straight ahead, then looked back at him. “Mr. Frodo?”
Frodo shook his head. “I’m fine, Sam…. just thinking.”
Sam nodded, holding his box close to his chest. He looked down at it, then back to Frodo again. “What did she give you, Mr. Frodo?”
Frodo reached into his pocket, and drew out a yo-yo.
Sam gasped. “What is it, Mr. Frodo?”
Frodo answered, looking grim. “The yo-yo of Earendil…. Some sort of weapon. You throw it, and it will go along the string, and come back along it, to you.” He demonstrated.
Legolas snorted. “No weapon, that…. a toy, is more like it.”
Aragorn turned to face Legolas, and put a hand on his shoulder. “Come, Legolas, don’t tease him…. If the Lady gave it to him, we must trust that there is a reason….” He trailed off, turned around, and plunged ahead, followed by Legolas.
Boromir blinked. “Well… Kingsie sure has Elfie on a short leash….”
Sam glared at him. “I don’t think that’s true!”
Boromir smirked. “Of course not…. You’re on a leash too….” He winked at Frodo.
Sam pulled his frying pan out, and was about to swing it down when Frodo grabbed his wrist, stopping him. “No, Sam…. It’s not worth it.”
Sam put the frying pan back, and the two hobbits continued on, soon finding the rest of the Fellowship, already at the Eagles, tied on, and waiting for Frodo and Sam, who tied the other ends of the ropes to Gwaihir, and then climbed on.
And then, they were off again.
(to be continued…)