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"Oh, blast these waves. Why in Middle-Earth did I agree to come on this ship?" cried the dwarf irritably, pushing himself up from the deck not for the first time. Legolas, standing at the bow, glanced at him with laughter in his bright green eyes.
"Come, Gimli, when we reach Valinor you will be glad you chose to sail!" The dwarf glared at him.
"We'll see about that, Elf. You, I can deal with, but a country full of Elves…Why, oh why?" he exclaimed despairingly. Legolas laughed lightly. Hearing soft footsteps approach, he turned to his friend and nodded over his head, meeting the eyes of the Elf before him. Gimli's eyes widened and he whirled around, facing a brown haired Elf with a half-amused, half-irritated expression on his fair face.
"You do realize that half the ship can hear you, correct?" Gimli looked sheepish.
"I meant no offense." he said, rather more passive than usual. The Elf raised his eyebrows.
"Of course not," he said sarcastically. Gimli glared at him indignantly. He opened his mouth to retort, but decided against it. The Elf turned his eyes to Legolas, (or perhaps raised is a better word) who had been watching the conversation, clearly amused. "My lord, Gildereth has asked me to inform you that the winds have shifted to the east. We cannot move any further until they have changed again. We must take the sails down and anchor so that we are not blown off-course," he said. Legolas nodded.
"Thank you Erethas," he said, smiling.
"You're welcome, my lord," he said, bowing. He turned and walked quickly toward the helm. Gimli looked irritated and uncomfortable.
"Great. As if waves aren't enough, now I'll have a pack of Elves after my blood," he mumbled under his breath. Legolas laughed.
"I heard that," he said. Gimli glared at him and refused to respond. "You will be glad you chose to come. Valinor will be magnificent." He paused. "And I am sure Lady Galadriel will grant you audience," he added. Gimli's expression softened and a smile spread upon his face. He sighed.
"Never was there a jewel more beautiful then she," he said quietly.
Legolas studied his friend curiously. It was a strange trait in a dwarf, to understand Elvish beauty at all, not to mention revel it. He opened his mouth to comment, but thought the better of it. Instead he said, "Come, Gimli, we must eat before the winds change and we begin to move again. Perhaps you will actually be able to keep some food down." Gimli blinked. He paused for a moment before answering.
"We'll see about that! Ah, to have hard rock beneath my feet once more. I shall be glad to be off the dratted piece of driftwood!" he exclaimed. Legolas grinned.
"It is not far now, friend, and we shall see Aman's fair shores upon the horizon soon enough, though you shall have to wait a little longer than I!" he said. Gimli's bushy eyebrows knit together for a moment before realizing what he meant.
"I resent that!" he growled. "I'd have thought Elvish princlings would be taught better manners then to go around boasting their race's abilities!" Legolas laughed in a way he had not since Aragorn's parting. He was more content then he had been for years.
"Come, Gimli," he cried, "Let us eat. The winds will shift soon."
Well that was that! I hope you enjoyed it. Please please review! Sorry it was so short...the next chapters will be longer. Thanks!