Campfire on Caradhras

Legolas and Gimli sat by the campfire, watching it sputter as the snowfall grew stronger.

"Alas!" cried Legolas, "It is a lonely thing to be the only elf for leagues around."

Gimli poked the fire with a stick. "Hm. At least you'll get to see some of your kin when we reach Lothlorien. Since leaving Rivendell I seem to be the only dwarf in this entire story."

Legolas tried to force a cheery expression. "But surely your cousins will welcome us to Moria!" It wasn't working.

"You've read the books too. You know as well as I do that they're all dead."

"Books? What books?" The elf glanced nervously left and right. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh, shove off," said Gimli, rolling his eyes. "The narrator isn't watching us anyway. He's focused entirely on the humans and hobbits. As usual."

Legolas looked behind him to see the others pointing dramatically at different parts of the map and arguing excitedly, paying no attention to the two of them.

"I suppose you're right," he sighed. "We're nothing but Tolkien minorities."