Authors Note: As I have no idea how to do the italics and bold, so all the letters and thourghts are in [ ] thank you. Please R&R, it would mean a lot.
Disclaimer: I don't own Lord Of The Rings or any of the Characters.
Chapter One: An Invitation
Under The Mountain, King Gimli's Residence.
In a mountain lived a dwarf, not any dwarf, King Gimli Son Of Gloin. He had rulled under the Mountain for 430 years and was nearing the end of his time. Next to him sat his son Goin, who will start his time as King one year from now. Gimli had not changed in appearence. He still had long ginger hair and beard, but with grey streaks. He was a fat dwarf and had a round cheery face, his axe was strapped to his back and was clothed in a simple sky-blue tunic and cloak.
"Now son," Gimli said,"You must do me one thing when you are King".
"What is that father?" Goin asked back.
"You must keep our friendship with King Legolas of Fangorn Forest, I have told you many a tale of him and how we used to fight side by side. I remember those days, we had competitions to see who could kill the most Orcs and Urak-Hai, I, of course, won. On that fateful day at Helms Deep some 415 years ago, I killed at least 30 and Legolas 29", Gimli said going on and on. He liked doing this, remembering the 'good old days' and making it up, the score was actually the other way around.
"No fear father, I like King Legolas and I shall keep our worlds companions", Goin shouted over Gimli's mumbling, "Can I go now, there is a new axe-wielding class down at the Front Gate which seems excellent?"
"Of course you can," Gimli said grinning, "But remeber, there are Goblins there, tread carefully.
"Yes father", Goin shouted as he ran off down the path. Gimli chuckled to himself and went to see his messenger. Thana was an expert rider for a dwarf and was head messenger of the Mountain.
"Thana, nice to see you again," Gimli shouted as Thana came in view.
"The pleasure is mine sire," Thana said polietly as he bowed, " Have you got a message you would like to deliever?"
"Yes I have Thana," Gimli said and handed him a sealed scroll, "It is for King Legolas".
"I'm glad Sauron has been overthrown, otherwise I'd never be able to make it to Fangorn," Thana said taking the letter.
"Aye it was worse, but now thanks to Frodo, Middle-Earth is a safe place again."
Thana nodded, mounted his horse and galloped away. Gimli watched him till he could see gim no longer than turned and headed for this class to see how Goin was doing.
*
Fangorn Forest, King Legolas's Residence.
"Sire this came for you from Thana of Under The Mountain," the Guard said. He produced a letter and handed it to Legolas. Legolas hadn't changed at all, he still had his long, golden hair, pointy ears and face. He kept his bow slung over his shoulder and his two swords at his waist line.
[ My dear Legolas,
How are you? Everything is well here Under The Mountain and we are getting along just fine. Masters Samwise, Peregrin and Meriadoc have been to see our Halls and claimed they were magnificent. If I can get a Hobbit's approval I must be able to get an Elves? That was a hint, would you like to come and see our delightful halls? If so please send word back with Thana.
Yours Sincerly
Gimli ]
"Ahh, a Hobbit's approval," Legolas murmered thourghtfully, "Of course I shall go, it is unwise to turn down a dwarf! Escpecially one with such a large axe. Tell Gimli "yes" and say I shall bring Eora and Lyvita." Eora was the lucky bride of Legolas. She had flowing red hair and china blue eyes. She had a slim figure and was always immaculatly dressed. Lyvita was Legolas and Eora's young daughter. She was 18, the same age as Goin, and just as preety as her mother, but with pearl green eyes. Many boys ran after her but nothing was right for Lyvita, she needed a man that could touch her heart, like King aragorn Of Old did for Queen Arwen. Arwen choose a mortal life over immortality, something only the finest man would be worthy of. Lyvita had heard that King Gimli had a son Goin, 19 years old. She wanted to meet this dwarf.
"Thank you Thana, we shall be over in a weeks time," Legolas called, interupting Lyvita's thourghts.
Disclaimer: I don't own Lord Of The Rings or any of the Characters.
Chapter One: An Invitation
Under The Mountain, King Gimli's Residence.
In a mountain lived a dwarf, not any dwarf, King Gimli Son Of Gloin. He had rulled under the Mountain for 430 years and was nearing the end of his time. Next to him sat his son Goin, who will start his time as King one year from now. Gimli had not changed in appearence. He still had long ginger hair and beard, but with grey streaks. He was a fat dwarf and had a round cheery face, his axe was strapped to his back and was clothed in a simple sky-blue tunic and cloak.
"Now son," Gimli said,"You must do me one thing when you are King".
"What is that father?" Goin asked back.
"You must keep our friendship with King Legolas of Fangorn Forest, I have told you many a tale of him and how we used to fight side by side. I remember those days, we had competitions to see who could kill the most Orcs and Urak-Hai, I, of course, won. On that fateful day at Helms Deep some 415 years ago, I killed at least 30 and Legolas 29", Gimli said going on and on. He liked doing this, remembering the 'good old days' and making it up, the score was actually the other way around.
"No fear father, I like King Legolas and I shall keep our worlds companions", Goin shouted over Gimli's mumbling, "Can I go now, there is a new axe-wielding class down at the Front Gate which seems excellent?"
"Of course you can," Gimli said grinning, "But remeber, there are Goblins there, tread carefully.
"Yes father", Goin shouted as he ran off down the path. Gimli chuckled to himself and went to see his messenger. Thana was an expert rider for a dwarf and was head messenger of the Mountain.
"Thana, nice to see you again," Gimli shouted as Thana came in view.
"The pleasure is mine sire," Thana said polietly as he bowed, " Have you got a message you would like to deliever?"
"Yes I have Thana," Gimli said and handed him a sealed scroll, "It is for King Legolas".
"I'm glad Sauron has been overthrown, otherwise I'd never be able to make it to Fangorn," Thana said taking the letter.
"Aye it was worse, but now thanks to Frodo, Middle-Earth is a safe place again."
Thana nodded, mounted his horse and galloped away. Gimli watched him till he could see gim no longer than turned and headed for this class to see how Goin was doing.
*
Fangorn Forest, King Legolas's Residence.
"Sire this came for you from Thana of Under The Mountain," the Guard said. He produced a letter and handed it to Legolas. Legolas hadn't changed at all, he still had his long, golden hair, pointy ears and face. He kept his bow slung over his shoulder and his two swords at his waist line.
[ My dear Legolas,
How are you? Everything is well here Under The Mountain and we are getting along just fine. Masters Samwise, Peregrin and Meriadoc have been to see our Halls and claimed they were magnificent. If I can get a Hobbit's approval I must be able to get an Elves? That was a hint, would you like to come and see our delightful halls? If so please send word back with Thana.
Yours Sincerly
Gimli ]
"Ahh, a Hobbit's approval," Legolas murmered thourghtfully, "Of course I shall go, it is unwise to turn down a dwarf! Escpecially one with such a large axe. Tell Gimli "yes" and say I shall bring Eora and Lyvita." Eora was the lucky bride of Legolas. She had flowing red hair and china blue eyes. She had a slim figure and was always immaculatly dressed. Lyvita was Legolas and Eora's young daughter. She was 18, the same age as Goin, and just as preety as her mother, but with pearl green eyes. Many boys ran after her but nothing was right for Lyvita, she needed a man that could touch her heart, like King aragorn Of Old did for Queen Arwen. Arwen choose a mortal life over immortality, something only the finest man would be worthy of. Lyvita had heard that King Gimli had a son Goin, 19 years old. She wanted to meet this dwarf.
"Thank you Thana, we shall be over in a weeks time," Legolas called, interupting Lyvita's thourghts.