The Three Hunters – Revamped

Encaitarë; typed and edited by Aranel

"Their pace has quickened," announced Aragorn. "They must have caught our scent. Hurry!"

Legolas ran lightly up the hill and turned to observe his portly friend Gimli waddling up behind. "Come, Gimli!"

Gimli paused for a breath. "Three days and nights pursuit. No food, no rest, and still no sign of the ice-cream truck…"

The Three Hunters continued in their tireless pursuit for several more hours until Aragorn suddenly stopped. He knelt down and picked something up.

"Not idly do the ice-cream cones of Lórien fall," he mused, fingering and smelling the broken cone pieces.

"We may yet be hungry," sighed Legolas.

"Less than a day ahead of us," pronounced Aragorn.

In the distance, Gimli tripped and rolled heavily down a hill, armor and weapons clanking noisily.

"Come on, Gimli! We are gaining on them!" urged Legolas over his shoulder as he and Aragorn started again.

Gimli picked himself up and fell into an ungainly jog. "I'm wasted on cross-country! We Dwarves are natural sprinters! I don't see why it can't be like the old days when the ice-cream man came to you…"