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Day Twenty Six
Who: Fred & George Weasley, Kibeth and Legolas (Posting order first come first serve)
When: Day 26, morning
What: Mandatory activity: Ice Fishing
Where: The frozen lake
Rating: Let's start with PG
Status: Complete


Life probably pretty much simply couldn't get more complicated for the elvish prince of Mirkwood. In many ways, he longed for the simplicity of his woodland home. There, he knew what to expect. Here, there were strange people who seemed bound and determined to change everything he thought he knew. The whole time he'd been here, he hadn't wished to be returned home. Not until this morning when he woke up and realized that he had no idea what to do.

Luckily for him, he wouldn't have to figure that out just yet. He was awoken out of his waking dream by a sound outside his door. His keen ears had no problem picking up just what it was, and he frowned thoughtfully. A golem, outside his door? Was he to be brought into the group activities once more? He remembered back to the time when he'd gone river rafting. That had been fun. Perhaps he was to do something similar. He knew that others had been dragged out on these group activities, having heard them complaining about it.

He had a different view on the whole thing. In his mind, nothing could possibly be unwelcome if it would pull him out of his own head. So he walked swiftly to the door and opened it. The golem was long gone, but there was a note on his door, just like he remembered from the last time. He plucked it off and read it quickly.

Go to the frozen lake. You will be ice fishing. This is mandatory. If you do not go a golem will find you and take you there. Do not leave until the activities are finished, or a golem will take you back. He read the whole thing, a bright smile appearing on his face. Ice fishing! He knew that skill well, being the hunter that he was. This was going to be a lot of fun, which was just what he needed.

It didn't take him any time to get dressed and head out to the frozen lake. Being an elf, of course, he walked easily over the surface of the snow. The cold simply didn't affect him the same way, nor did the snow. He was the first to arrive, but last time there had been others, so, spotting a little shack, he went over there to wait. They had provided more of that odd drink Marcus had introduced him to, so he helped himself to a cup, seated himself, and then looked expectantly at the door.