Mentha pushed herself through another bush and tried to keep up with the swift elf. She was used to go through the forest off road, but this. This was something else. Panting she stumbled forward wondering where they were headed. She had completely lost her sense of direction and as she looked up to locate the sun, her foot was caught by a nasty root and she fell hard to the ground. Again. She was like a noisy and clumsy boar next to that elf.
“Wait!” she called from the ground as she pulled her foot lose and got up.
With a few light steps he came back to her.
“You have to slow down,” she said and felt awfully embarrassed. “I can’t… I can’t follow that speed. Short legs you know.” She stretched her leg at him, and he stared at it like he had never seen a leg before.
A fanfic about an adventurous hobbit and her elf rescuer.
As far as hobbits goes, Mentha had always been peculiar. It seemed like she was always missing and nor fences, duties or excellent company could keep her at one place for more than a minute. She was drawn to new places, her heart sighing for adventures and her feet itching to go.
“Who would be surprised? It runs in the family,” the neighbours would say to one another over the hedges. “One day she’ll get herself in trouble, that silly girl.”