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CH. 1 "Well that went well"
"So be it," you shall be the fellowship of the ring," announced Lord Elrond at the end of the council brought about to decide the fate of the one ring.
"Great, where are we going?" said Pippin, receiving quizzical looks from the other eight members.
They were to set out on their journey in two days time. That time would be well spent training, preparing, getting to know one another, and, in the case of the hobbits, namely Merry and Pippin, stocking their bellies up on food for the trip.
The first night of the two, Gandalf suggested that the new fellowship all join by a fire to introduce oneself and get to know each other.
"All right then," said Gandalf, "Let us all sit and tell a tale or two of each other, for we have a long journey ahead. Best get used to the idea of each other's company." With that last statement he purposely looked at both Legolas and then Gimli, who hadn't stopped giving each other sour glares. "Aragorn," continued the wizard, "why don't you start."
He gave a nod and removed his pipe from his mouth. "For those who do not know, my name is Aragorn. I am the son of Arathorn. I have been a ranger for many a year now and I mean this literally. I am 87 years of age, a Dunadan blessed with that of a long life."
The hobbit's eyes got big at mention of his age and they looked at him with disbelief.
"Well," Pippin joked, "nice to know we have the young and the fit protecting us!" This got a laugh from the group.
Gandalf, choking lightly on his pipe smoke added, "Indeed master Took, that we certainly do not. I have seen too many years in my time to count, as our elf also has." He finished by gesturing to Legolas.
All eyes fell on Legolas who, to those who had no prior knowledge of elves, would think him to be no more than a teen.
"Ay," said Legolas, "though considered young amongst my kind, I have been able to see many an oak tree grow tall."
"So how old are you?" asked Merry.
"3010."
Pippin spit out his drink he was working on. "Ye, your like the crept keeper!"
Merry hit him in the side, "PIPPIN!"
Legolas gave a soft laugh. "It is quite all right. Anyways, my name is Legolas Greenleaf. I am an elf of the Woodland Realm."
When it did not look like Legolas was going to say any more, Aragorn added, "Legolas is being too modest. He is also a Prince, son of the king of Mirkwood, and a damn good archor!"
Legolas laughed. "Le hannon, mellon." Aragon smiled and noded. Legolas then added, "And Aragorn himself is also being a tad bit modest. Seems if I recall correctly you are the heir to the throne of Gondor."Boromir cut in abruptly.
"I am Boromir, son of the 'Steward' of Gondor," he began, putting emphasis on this. Clearly he was not fully ready to admit to Aragorn's heritage. "I have a younger brother, Faramir, and I am of a normal age,"
"I am Gimli son of Gloin"… he stopped abruptly when he heard a smirk like noise come from Legolas. Angered, he continued, "My father was captured and held prisoner by said pointy eared, no good princeling of an elf!" He was standing at this point and pointing at Legolas, fuming.
"I remember your father," Legolas said in a straight calm tone, still seated. "He carried a photo of you and your mother, though I could not tell the difference between the two."
This gained a humf from Gandalf and a snicker from Boromir.
"Why I outta" started Gimli, until Aragorn interrupted, "Sit down Gimli. Legolas apologize."
Legolas looked stunned. Being a prince he did not have to apologize much in his life, and certainly not to a dwarf.
"Legolas!" said Aragorn again when it did not appear Legolas was going to abide.
"I am sorry" said Legolas, who then mumbled "Aniron chen haded min noer o Orodruin!" (I want to hurl you into the fires of Mt. Doom.)
"What was that last thing ye said laddie?" Gimli roared.
"Nothing Gimli," said the ranger. "He only asked for your sincere forgiveness." Legolas secretly rolled his eyes.
"Yes you two," added Gandalf, "We have enough to worry about as it is. I will not have you two at each other's necks."
Next the hobbits started to introduce themselves, starting with Pippin.
"Hi everyone, I am Peregrin Took of the Shire and um.. well I like to eat!"
"And cause trouble." Gandalf merrily added.
"Hi, I am Meriadoc Brandybuck of the Shire. Well I haven't got much to say. I like long walks on the hills and pints of ale, recently discovered at the Prancing Pony!" He held one up at that.
"I am Frodo Baggins of the Shire. Well I" …. He shut his eyes for a mere moment, almost as if in pain, holding the ring tight, then… "I really am not fond of rings." The small joke did its trick to lighten the mood.
"I am Samwise Gamgee of the Shire. I love to cook and am loyal to boot!"
Everyone knew Gandalf, who didn't!
"All right all right," started Gimli, taking a long drink of his ale, "Let us play a game. How about YAY or NAY?"
"How do you play?" asked Pippin.
"It is quite simple laddie. You simply ask someone a question that you believe that they have done or are, and if they say YAY, well… you win I suppose. I thought it would be fun," said Gimli.
"Let us give it a go," spoke Sam. "It sounds fun."
"Alright, I will go first," said Gimli, "Ok Legolas," he took another long drink, "have many pointy eared elf maidens made their way to ye bed at your expense?" Legolas looked shocked at the question. "What?" said Gimli, "I just assume being a prince and all that you get what you want when you want."
Everyone looked shocked at the question as well, but at the same time, also eager to hear the answer.
"Well," Legolas somewhat awkwardly began, "YAY. In a sense!" he added quickly. Both Aragorn and Gandalf, knowing of the elvish custom of bonding were confused. If two elves essentially had sex, they were bonded for life, stuck with one another through body and soul. If one perished so would the other.
"How can that be mellon?" asked Aragorn.
"Um," Legolas began once more awkwardly, "the human race is quite easy to…. Well there are more than enough willing human maidens to"…. Gimli, now a tad drunk, cut him off. "What the pointy ear lad is trying to say is he has made frequent visits to the local brothels, am I right? And there, other things got pointy… Ouch!" Aragorn threw a rock at him.
"Well, um," Legolas suddenly gained his cocky confidence back, "Yes Gimli, it seems I am hard to resist, or so I am told. Since I am not ready to be bonded down, and not wanting to live thousands of years without fulfilling certain needs, I turn to the human race. For I cannot seduce an elf maiden, and dwarf maidens, well I would probably spend all night trying to decide if the maiden were in fact a she or a he." He ended with a cocky smile, "perhaps Gimli, you are a maiden." Snickers were heard all around. Blushes too were on the faces of the hobbits with the topic of conversation.
"Ye need proof do ye laddie? Well let me show you my"… "ENOUGH!" yelled Gandalf stopping Gimli, much to the thanks of those around for he was starting to remove his pants. "Enough," said Gandalf again in a calmer voice. Aragorn just had a smile on his face, taking in the whole scene.
"Let us retire for the night shall we?" said the wizard. Everyone agreed and departed their separate ways for the night before anything else could be 'revealed.' "Well that went well!" sighed Gandalf to himself, watching everyone walk off.
Thanks for reading everyone. I hoped u enjoyed it and please review. Remember though that this is meant to be a fun fanfic although it will contain both serious and emotional moments as well. Also rating may go up eventually See you next chapter when we get to meet the lady of the story Irvana. Until then lovelies