"Legolas is hot,"
Gimli muttered to himself as he dipped the cloth once more into the bowl of cool water before placing it back on the ill elf's brow.
Gimli had been doing a lot of muttering over the past couple days. He and the elf had been minding their own business, travelling about, on a well-deserved holiday after all that business with that bloody Ring, when some random Orcs, apparently with some misguided revenge-complex, had ambushed them.
They had battled many an-Orc in their time, so this rabble was barely a challenge for them. In a matter of minutes, they had slain nearly all of them. But (and there's always a but, other- wise nothing of merit would ever happen), whatever luck or skill had protected them in the past slipped, for the blink of an eye, and an arrow, bitter with poison, found its mark in the lily-white posterior of a certain elf.
Said ruddy elf couldn't be bothered to heal like anything normal, of course, and slipped into some kind of damned trance, without so much as a by-your-leave to our favourite dwarf. So it was Gimli who had to drag the stinking Orc carcasses into a pile and burn them, and it was Gimli who had to find adequate shelter from those ominous clouds threatening rain, and once more it was Gimli who had to play nurse-maid to the unresponsive elf.
Truthfully, Gimli *really* didn't mind; he was actually somewhat concerned. The millenia-long estrangement between Elves and Dwarves ensured that our current dwarf had no idea that his elf-friend could or would slip off like this, and it was just like Legolas to neglect to mention it. Still grumbling about bloody elves and their lack of bloody manners, Gimli wrapped his cloak around himself and fell into a fitful sleep.
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He awoke to the crackling of a small fire, and that bloody elf, up and about, fine-as-you-please, drinking a cup of tea.
"You slept in," admonished the elf, blue eyes smirking. "I packed up your things for you."
With that, Legolas doused the fire with the rest of his tea, carefully adjusted his pack onto his shoulders and strode out of the cave, calling back over his shoulder, "Hurry along, we've wasted enough daylight."
Gimli growled darkly, but he picked up his pack and followed the elf out, muttering to himself, "Ruddy elves."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ AN~That's it. Hope you enjoyed. It was an idea I had a while ago, to start off a normal fan-fic with "Legolas is hot." Sort of a self- challenge, if you will.
Gimli muttered to himself as he dipped the cloth once more into the bowl of cool water before placing it back on the ill elf's brow.
Gimli had been doing a lot of muttering over the past couple days. He and the elf had been minding their own business, travelling about, on a well-deserved holiday after all that business with that bloody Ring, when some random Orcs, apparently with some misguided revenge-complex, had ambushed them.
They had battled many an-Orc in their time, so this rabble was barely a challenge for them. In a matter of minutes, they had slain nearly all of them. But (and there's always a but, other- wise nothing of merit would ever happen), whatever luck or skill had protected them in the past slipped, for the blink of an eye, and an arrow, bitter with poison, found its mark in the lily-white posterior of a certain elf.
Said ruddy elf couldn't be bothered to heal like anything normal, of course, and slipped into some kind of damned trance, without so much as a by-your-leave to our favourite dwarf. So it was Gimli who had to drag the stinking Orc carcasses into a pile and burn them, and it was Gimli who had to find adequate shelter from those ominous clouds threatening rain, and once more it was Gimli who had to play nurse-maid to the unresponsive elf.
Truthfully, Gimli *really* didn't mind; he was actually somewhat concerned. The millenia-long estrangement between Elves and Dwarves ensured that our current dwarf had no idea that his elf-friend could or would slip off like this, and it was just like Legolas to neglect to mention it. Still grumbling about bloody elves and their lack of bloody manners, Gimli wrapped his cloak around himself and fell into a fitful sleep.
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He awoke to the crackling of a small fire, and that bloody elf, up and about, fine-as-you-please, drinking a cup of tea.
"You slept in," admonished the elf, blue eyes smirking. "I packed up your things for you."
With that, Legolas doused the fire with the rest of his tea, carefully adjusted his pack onto his shoulders and strode out of the cave, calling back over his shoulder, "Hurry along, we've wasted enough daylight."
Gimli growled darkly, but he picked up his pack and followed the elf out, muttering to himself, "Ruddy elves."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ AN~That's it. Hope you enjoyed. It was an idea I had a while ago, to start off a normal fan-fic with "Legolas is hot." Sort of a self- challenge, if you will.