It seemed all was quiet. Strider held his breath. "Hollin once was filled with Elves…" he whispered.
"I would just like to have my stomach filled," Pippin sniped. "With warm food and a pint of Butterbur's ale."
"Aye, laddie, my stomach longs for roast meat and good ale," the Dwarf concurred.
Legolas remembered the last time he visited Hollin. Elves were everywhere, dancing, singing, and laughing. Then, covered with poinsettias as useless camouflage, Rangers swept through the crowd. Did they honestly think walking poinsettias would fool the Elves!
Legolas scowled. "Filled with Elves until those twenty-two red Rangers came along!"