Disclaimer: I do not own any of Tolkien's characters... la la la, but the other world is all mine! (minus some names...)
A/N: This starts out pretty slow... but it should get more interesting after I can get the groundwork laid down for the story. Please bare with it... Also, I have taken some liberties with the events at the end of the Lord of the Rings, nothing big, but there are things in my story that I have (as yet) found no record of in Tolkien's writings, so I did not think anyone would mind too much that I allowed a few thinks to happen (ie Gimli in Valinor). Lastly, I'm no Tolkien wizard, and I am sure that there will be problems with my spelling, etc. Helpful advice is welcome.
Dance for Friendship, Dance for Life.
The Elves danced. Laughter mingled with the sounds of song and merrymaking. Vanyar, Noldor, Teleri, at this high feast there was no division in their ranks. Wine flowed freely, as did talk. Noldor spoke of the crafting of beautiful gems, Teleri, the pleasure and wonder of the open sea, and the Vanyar, who's love was the Realm of the Valar, where most eloquent on the subject of its joys and peace.
Upon the Dais, among the Eldar Princes could be seen Elrond, the Half-Elven, and Celeborn, with his Lady Galadriel. With them also, could be seen Mithrandir, the Istari. To one side could be seen Frodo Baggins, the Nine-fingered, who was content this night to simply sip his wine and listen to the songs and tales. Samwise Gamgee sat at his side, his close proximity with the Elves for the time he had spent in Valinor, had not dimmed the wonder with which he watched them, nor had it caused him to weary of hearing their tales.
This night, however, Mithrandir, Frodo, and Sam had a greater reason to celebrate, for not seven days before two more of their old Fellowship had joined them in that Blessed Realm. For this night Gimli the son of Gloin sat with a number of the Noldor, who had found him to be very wise in the ways of the forge. And among the Elves danced Legolas Greenleaf, son of Thranduil. That same Thranduil, who was King of Mirkwood.
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Legolas walked carefully, so as not to jar his rather tipsy companions. They were Haldir of Lothlorien, and the Elf Lord, Glorfindel, late of Imladris. The two of them laughed and sang as the Elf of Mirkwood tried to guide them down Valinor's avenues toward their homes. Gimli followed behind, he also supported two rather drunken friends, but instead of Elves, the Hobbits, Frodo and Samwise leaned upon his shoulders (or against his sides, considering their size). Mithrandir, since he wanted to be sure his Companions did not lose their way, walked just behind the Dwarf, and he laughed long and heartily at the attempts of the not-so-steady Legolas to walk in a straight line, and to keep the other two from losing their balance. Gimli too found this amusing, for Dwarves are not effected by wine as easily as Elves are.
"Well, Gimli," Mithrandir asked, still chuckling, "are you glad to, at last, have arrived on the shores of the Blessed Realm?"
"I am indeed." Gimli looked back and up into the face of the wizard, "I have looked again upon the Lady of the Golden Wood, and she is as fair as ever I remember her to be." His eyes grew distant for a moment, then focused on the staggering trio before them. Legolas had obviously given up trying to guide Glorfindel and Haldir anywhere, and had now joined in their singing. "Look at him, Gandalf, I have not seen him so at ease in the whole time I have known him. This Land is good for him."
"And good for you, too, friend Dwarf." The Wizard bent to lift Sam from his position against Gimli's shoulder, for he had begun to snore even as he walked. "I have never heard a Dwarf, even the son of Gloin, speak so kindly on the subject of an Elf, even an Elf who is his close friend."
"The wine must have affected my brain more than I had thought." The Dwarf mumbled.
Frodo, not having drunk as much wine as Sam or Legolas, was content to just stroll, with Gimli's aid, listening to the conversation and watching the night pass. "Moreover," Mithrandir continued, "You do not carry your ax with you. I must say it is the first time I have seen a Dwarf go about, in any land, without his weapon."
Gimli merely laughed, for the Wizard spoke truly, but his laughter was cut short when, mid-word, the three Elves ended their merry song. "What is the matter?" he called.
Glorfindel looked about in slow bewilderment, as if trying to recall something unpleasant from the deep recesses of his memory . Haldir, and Legolas also looked uneasy, but they seemed to be at a complete loss as to know what might be causing the feeling. Haldir, moving quickly, or as quickly as he could, crossed the avenue to where the Wizard stood, perhaps hoping to be able to view the growing disturbance from a different perspective.
The Dwarf quickly moved forward, closing the distance between himself and the other two Elves. Gandalf still carried the sleeping Sam but Frodo was now worried into soberness, and needed no aid in standing upright. The growing unease had by now shocked all three Elves into becoming completely alert.
Not a instant too soon did the son of Gloin reach Legolas' side, for at that moment, a mist swirled up, and darkness surrounded them.
Mithrandir could only watch in horror as his friends, and companions vanished with the mist.
A/N: This starts out pretty slow... but it should get more interesting after I can get the groundwork laid down for the story. Please bare with it... Also, I have taken some liberties with the events at the end of the Lord of the Rings, nothing big, but there are things in my story that I have (as yet) found no record of in Tolkien's writings, so I did not think anyone would mind too much that I allowed a few thinks to happen (ie Gimli in Valinor). Lastly, I'm no Tolkien wizard, and I am sure that there will be problems with my spelling, etc. Helpful advice is welcome.
Dance for Friendship, Dance for Life.
The Elves danced. Laughter mingled with the sounds of song and merrymaking. Vanyar, Noldor, Teleri, at this high feast there was no division in their ranks. Wine flowed freely, as did talk. Noldor spoke of the crafting of beautiful gems, Teleri, the pleasure and wonder of the open sea, and the Vanyar, who's love was the Realm of the Valar, where most eloquent on the subject of its joys and peace.
Upon the Dais, among the Eldar Princes could be seen Elrond, the Half-Elven, and Celeborn, with his Lady Galadriel. With them also, could be seen Mithrandir, the Istari. To one side could be seen Frodo Baggins, the Nine-fingered, who was content this night to simply sip his wine and listen to the songs and tales. Samwise Gamgee sat at his side, his close proximity with the Elves for the time he had spent in Valinor, had not dimmed the wonder with which he watched them, nor had it caused him to weary of hearing their tales.
This night, however, Mithrandir, Frodo, and Sam had a greater reason to celebrate, for not seven days before two more of their old Fellowship had joined them in that Blessed Realm. For this night Gimli the son of Gloin sat with a number of the Noldor, who had found him to be very wise in the ways of the forge. And among the Elves danced Legolas Greenleaf, son of Thranduil. That same Thranduil, who was King of Mirkwood.
* * * * *
Legolas walked carefully, so as not to jar his rather tipsy companions. They were Haldir of Lothlorien, and the Elf Lord, Glorfindel, late of Imladris. The two of them laughed and sang as the Elf of Mirkwood tried to guide them down Valinor's avenues toward their homes. Gimli followed behind, he also supported two rather drunken friends, but instead of Elves, the Hobbits, Frodo and Samwise leaned upon his shoulders (or against his sides, considering their size). Mithrandir, since he wanted to be sure his Companions did not lose their way, walked just behind the Dwarf, and he laughed long and heartily at the attempts of the not-so-steady Legolas to walk in a straight line, and to keep the other two from losing their balance. Gimli too found this amusing, for Dwarves are not effected by wine as easily as Elves are.
"Well, Gimli," Mithrandir asked, still chuckling, "are you glad to, at last, have arrived on the shores of the Blessed Realm?"
"I am indeed." Gimli looked back and up into the face of the wizard, "I have looked again upon the Lady of the Golden Wood, and she is as fair as ever I remember her to be." His eyes grew distant for a moment, then focused on the staggering trio before them. Legolas had obviously given up trying to guide Glorfindel and Haldir anywhere, and had now joined in their singing. "Look at him, Gandalf, I have not seen him so at ease in the whole time I have known him. This Land is good for him."
"And good for you, too, friend Dwarf." The Wizard bent to lift Sam from his position against Gimli's shoulder, for he had begun to snore even as he walked. "I have never heard a Dwarf, even the son of Gloin, speak so kindly on the subject of an Elf, even an Elf who is his close friend."
"The wine must have affected my brain more than I had thought." The Dwarf mumbled.
Frodo, not having drunk as much wine as Sam or Legolas, was content to just stroll, with Gimli's aid, listening to the conversation and watching the night pass. "Moreover," Mithrandir continued, "You do not carry your ax with you. I must say it is the first time I have seen a Dwarf go about, in any land, without his weapon."
Gimli merely laughed, for the Wizard spoke truly, but his laughter was cut short when, mid-word, the three Elves ended their merry song. "What is the matter?" he called.
Glorfindel looked about in slow bewilderment, as if trying to recall something unpleasant from the deep recesses of his memory . Haldir, and Legolas also looked uneasy, but they seemed to be at a complete loss as to know what might be causing the feeling. Haldir, moving quickly, or as quickly as he could, crossed the avenue to where the Wizard stood, perhaps hoping to be able to view the growing disturbance from a different perspective.
The Dwarf quickly moved forward, closing the distance between himself and the other two Elves. Gandalf still carried the sleeping Sam but Frodo was now worried into soberness, and needed no aid in standing upright. The growing unease had by now shocked all three Elves into becoming completely alert.
Not a instant too soon did the son of Gloin reach Legolas' side, for at that moment, a mist swirled up, and darkness surrounded them.
Mithrandir could only watch in horror as his friends, and companions vanished with the mist.