We wrote more, precious. But we are not happy with this chapter

And we don't know how to continue this story, precious
They rode through the dark forest all day, and only made a stop at night, when not even the faint light of the stars between the leaves could light their path. Most of the elves had stayed at the camp, and only Legolas, Cristiel and a few others came with them. They halted as they reached a small dell that made its way down surrounded by trees, and the elves made a small fire that flickered at the wet logs, but finally began to burn. All of the travelers gratefully sat around it, eating a small portion of lembas and talking in soft voices. Some things were spoken in a strange language that Billy and Falco could not understand, and they sat wondering what the others were discussing. After a while, the elves bid them to sleep and began chanting a soft song, that was sad yet happy at the same time. Though they hardly understood the words, only the tune seemed to be full of meaning, and they felt sad. It was a sorrowful song, where many people died. The elvish voices seemed to echo in the side of the dell, and cover the trees with their beautiful yet sad sound. The two young warriors fell asleep to this sound, and their dreams were full of nightmares and strange things, especially Falco. He tossed and turned, but the next morning he did not remember anything of what had disturbed his sleep so much.
They continued like this for a few days, trudging through the forest. All the trees that they passed were twisted and mysterious, as if they had been there since the beginning of time. It was fairly dark, and sometimes they couldn't see anything but small glinting eyes hanging from the trees' long boughs.
Finally, after a week or so of travelling, they reached a lighter looking place, where the trees were less dark and knotted and there were hills clad in bushes and green grass.
“We have reached the wood elves realm” Legolas announced “Now we enter into safer territories, and we may rest” The elves pulled blankets out of their bags and sat around a fire, talking as quietly as always. They could hear the song of small birds that flew about, and red squirrels that jumped from tree to tree, occasionally watching them with their dark eyes. After a while, Legolas called Falco and Billy over, handing them each a bow.
“This is one of the best places for archery” he said, smiling he looked around “It is best for you to practice, while you still have time” He then left, leaving them on their own. Falco began to practice, getting closer and closer to the target, till he was able to shoot the arrow into a medium sized branch.
But meanwhile, Billy wasn't able to shoot very far, and had picked up his sword. As he had nobody to fight with, he sat down, and watched Falco suspiciously. He knew that his friend wasn't human. It was completely clear to him, now that he had seen the elves. Billy frowned angrily as he remembered his conversation with Legolas. He had told the elf what he had guessed, and the king had said that he knew, only that Falco must not be told yet. Then he had asked why, but Legolas had refused to tell him. Billy was grumpy, but still obeyed the elvenking and didn't say anything to his friend, who was, unknowingly, an elf.