A/N: Yes, I fixed the formatting and I hope it's easier to read
Disclaimer: No, I do not own anything, have, or ever will. But can't I just hold Legolas's hand? That's not a crime is it? (Newline Production guy shakes his head.) Ok. ok. touch him? Pleeeease? (Newline glares evilly.) All right, all right, I'll be good. .
A/N: Gimli is Legolas's sidekick, not the other way around! ???????????????????????????????????????????????
Legolas sighed as he gazed out across the parapet. The city of Gondor stretched out before him like a vast map lit by a golden sunrise. The people of Gondor looked like ants as they scurried around rebuilding their fair city. It had been 2 months since the crowning of Aragorn, the Dunadan, and Legolas had become impatient with the indoors. "Where's Gimli when you need him?" he muttered.
He turned away disgusted and headed back down the ladder. Most likely has his head in an ale barrel again. There was no doubt that dwarves liked their ale, and wine when they could get it, but Gimli took it to the extremes. It's a wonder he stayed sober all through the past few months.
Unfortunately, he and Gimli were supposed to have left 3 days ago for the Fangorn. The last time he'd asked him, Gimli had holed himself up with the hobbits in the king's aleroom. He's probably there now. Legolas sighed again. I'd better go rescue the hobbits.
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" .I'm singing in the rain, I'm siiiiinnnging in the raaaaain! What a gloriiiiiuuus feeling! I'm haaaaaaaaappy a--" SMACK!!
Gimli looked up sullenly, rubbing his cheek. "Now whadga go'n do that for? " he slurred.
"Because you were frightening all the hobbits," Legolas replied. "Now sober up and saddle up, I want to be gone by noonday." (A/N Does Legolas sound really pissed off to you?)
" But whatfo'? I'm not goin' anywhere?" Legolas threw up his hands. "We were supposed to have left for the mighty Fangorn 3 days ago! Do you even remember the pact we made? I agreed, for some reason, to go with you into those cursed caves the Helm, when you agreed to walk the sacred, holy, glorious, fragrant, gorgeous paths of the oldest, wisest, most mysterious forest in Middle-Earth!"
Legolas stopped ranting for a moment, and gave Gimli a calculating glance. "You, my dear friend, wouldn't possibly be afraid would you, Master Gimli? The Dwarf immediately roused himself. " NO dwarf is EVER afraid! NEVER! Of ANYTHING!" he bellowed.
"There are some normal people trying to sleep at this hour. I strongly suggest that you not try to wake up everyone in the city, Aragorn might call the guard down upon you," his friend pointed out.
Gimli winced as he got to his feet. "M'bloody head," he groaned. Legolas glared at him without any sympathy.
"In 3 days you have managed to drain two ale barrels and 4 bottles of Aragorn's best wine, by yourself. Have you given one thought to packing? We were supposed to be halfway there by now!"
"I know, I know," Gimli growled. "Just give me a coupla hours, 'n I'll be ready." Legolas just shook his head. "You had better, or we will skip going back to Lothlorien." Gimli looked shocked.
" That, my friend, was a low blow."
" I'm not the one with a single elven hair coiled in a pouch by his heart"
" And, that was below th' belt! If ye weren't a friend, I'd have strung ye up by yer own pretty locks"
" And if you're not ready, I'll string you up by your beard!"
Gimli looked stunned. "Ye would not dare!"
" I would too, and you should know it!" "Seems like dwarves are not the only ones known for their bad temper," the dwarf mumbled to himself, forgetting momentarily the keenness of elves hearing. Legolas spun around. "What did you say, master dwarf?"
"I said, Jus' give me a moment, an' I'll be ready to go."
"Good." Legolas tossed his head and stormed out. ???????????????????????????????????????????????
Disclaimer: No, I do not own anything, have, or ever will. But can't I just hold Legolas's hand? That's not a crime is it? (Newline Production guy shakes his head.) Ok. ok. touch him? Pleeeease? (Newline glares evilly.) All right, all right, I'll be good. .
A/N: Gimli is Legolas's sidekick, not the other way around! ???????????????????????????????????????????????
Legolas sighed as he gazed out across the parapet. The city of Gondor stretched out before him like a vast map lit by a golden sunrise. The people of Gondor looked like ants as they scurried around rebuilding their fair city. It had been 2 months since the crowning of Aragorn, the Dunadan, and Legolas had become impatient with the indoors. "Where's Gimli when you need him?" he muttered.
He turned away disgusted and headed back down the ladder. Most likely has his head in an ale barrel again. There was no doubt that dwarves liked their ale, and wine when they could get it, but Gimli took it to the extremes. It's a wonder he stayed sober all through the past few months.
Unfortunately, he and Gimli were supposed to have left 3 days ago for the Fangorn. The last time he'd asked him, Gimli had holed himself up with the hobbits in the king's aleroom. He's probably there now. Legolas sighed again. I'd better go rescue the hobbits.
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" .I'm singing in the rain, I'm siiiiinnnging in the raaaaain! What a gloriiiiiuuus feeling! I'm haaaaaaaaappy a--" SMACK!!
Gimli looked up sullenly, rubbing his cheek. "Now whadga go'n do that for? " he slurred.
"Because you were frightening all the hobbits," Legolas replied. "Now sober up and saddle up, I want to be gone by noonday." (A/N Does Legolas sound really pissed off to you?)
" But whatfo'? I'm not goin' anywhere?" Legolas threw up his hands. "We were supposed to have left for the mighty Fangorn 3 days ago! Do you even remember the pact we made? I agreed, for some reason, to go with you into those cursed caves the Helm, when you agreed to walk the sacred, holy, glorious, fragrant, gorgeous paths of the oldest, wisest, most mysterious forest in Middle-Earth!"
Legolas stopped ranting for a moment, and gave Gimli a calculating glance. "You, my dear friend, wouldn't possibly be afraid would you, Master Gimli? The Dwarf immediately roused himself. " NO dwarf is EVER afraid! NEVER! Of ANYTHING!" he bellowed.
"There are some normal people trying to sleep at this hour. I strongly suggest that you not try to wake up everyone in the city, Aragorn might call the guard down upon you," his friend pointed out.
Gimli winced as he got to his feet. "M'bloody head," he groaned. Legolas glared at him without any sympathy.
"In 3 days you have managed to drain two ale barrels and 4 bottles of Aragorn's best wine, by yourself. Have you given one thought to packing? We were supposed to be halfway there by now!"
"I know, I know," Gimli growled. "Just give me a coupla hours, 'n I'll be ready." Legolas just shook his head. "You had better, or we will skip going back to Lothlorien." Gimli looked shocked.
" That, my friend, was a low blow."
" I'm not the one with a single elven hair coiled in a pouch by his heart"
" And, that was below th' belt! If ye weren't a friend, I'd have strung ye up by yer own pretty locks"
" And if you're not ready, I'll string you up by your beard!"
Gimli looked stunned. "Ye would not dare!"
" I would too, and you should know it!" "Seems like dwarves are not the only ones known for their bad temper," the dwarf mumbled to himself, forgetting momentarily the keenness of elves hearing. Legolas spun around. "What did you say, master dwarf?"
"I said, Jus' give me a moment, an' I'll be ready to go."
"Good." Legolas tossed his head and stormed out. ???????????????????????????????????????????????