Disclaimer: I don´t own anything of the Lord Of The Rings. It all belongs
to J.R.R Tolkien.
Note: This is the final part in my lord of the rings story so far. But I am thinking about making a story after the lords of the rings. If you like me and have ideas but it in your review or email me. Let´s begin with the story.
Now hoofbeats sounded again, towards the place where the traitor lived. The remainders of the Fellowship, and those who rode with them were headed towards Isengard, still bleeding in wounds that hurt when the horses´ canters became rough. The one who was responsible for this would pay.
Joyce rode next to the (current) white wizard. His brushy eyebrows were visible under his hood, quirking in thought and furrowing in anger. He was plainly having some sort of mental discussion. Joyce debated as to whether or not to disturb him... finally, quiestions got the better of her.
"Gandalf..." She asked. "What are we going to do with Saruman when we get to Isengard?"
Gandalf stared out at the plains fir ten seconds before answering, then looked at her. "The truth, girl... is that I do not yet know. We shall speak with him. That is the best answer I can give you."
She nodded. Riding on the reverie of her own thoughts, time passed quickly.
They stopped a couple of hours later. Joyce supplied her horse with water and was going in seach of food for herself, when suddely a gruff voice shouted to her. "Over here, lassie!"
Gimli patted the log besides him, winking. She joined him after peering around the campsite for a minute, telling herself she wasn´t looking for Legolas, she was just admiring the scenery. She was interrupted when the dwarf shoved meat and bread at her. The meat was dry, and Joyce wasn´t quite certain where the bread had been, but she was hungry, and soon it was gone. Gimli lit his pipe, and they sat in silence for a bit, Joyce wrestling internally.
She finally gave in. "Do you know where Legolas is?"
"No, but... don´t worry, lass, I am certain he will return shortly." Joyce was about to reply when Gimli cut her off, head jerking at her rapidly as if he had just tought of something.
"So it´s true, then?" He said raptly.
"What?"
"That, when yer race is going to run away with someone, that they can sense exactly where they are, in order to avoid confusion during the elopement? Pity, that. Would be right usefull."
"Gimli? I am not running away with him!"
"Oh, to be sure, girl!" Joyce´s mouth opened and closed while Gimli ticked off things on his fingers. "First of all, he follows you night and day. Now, among dawrves, one of our customs is that right before a pairing, the male 'hunts' the female to declare his intentions. If he wasn´t stalking, I don´t know what he was doing, but Arod´s nose was almost in your gray horse there´s tail as we rode. Which was fine, until that horse decided to, ehm, fertilize the fields a bit. But I desfress. Second....."
"Gimli! Stop! He is not....."
The dwarf continued, undeterred. "Second, there´s the way you look at him. Like he´s a fine cut of steak you can´t wait to devour. Speaking of which...." Gimli dug in his bag and tore out the rest of the dried meat, chomping on it as he spoke, the swallowing. ".... Speaking of whick, this morning, he called yeh something in Elvish that I didn´t quite catch the gist of, but the other Elves looked pretty damn shocked. That sounds like a running-away-plot to me, miss!"
Joyce sniffed. "For your information, that was 'Meleth-Nin', Gimli. It is a term of endearment. Not a plan to gallop off silently in the middle of the night!"
"Right." Gimli took a drag on his pipe. The matter seemed to be closed. Until... "Well. If you´re not running away, what does it mean, then?"
She signed and rubbed her eyes. "It- it´s private."
"Oh, come. Now!"
Joyce rolled her eyes. "If I tell you, will you leave it be?"
"Hmm... perhaps."
"All right, fine! It means, 'My love'. Happy?"
Gimli stroked his beard. "Well. That´s right sweet."
Joyce was about to walk off before Gimli could ask any more questions when in the distance a tall figure approached. She squinted. Yes, that was the stilhouette of a bow slung across its shoulder! Her heart lightened.
"Hello" She said calmly. "Where have you been?"
Legolas sat down next to her, wincing slightly. "Getting Aragorn to check my cracked rib. That man may have the hands of a healer, but they certainly poke your bruises hard enough...."
"Hello, lad! We saved you some food." Gimli held out the remainder of his meat.
Legolas´s nose twiched slightly. "I.... I think I´ll just have some of this bread." He pulled the loaf out from under the log they sat on. Joyce´s stomach lurched.
"So." Gimli said, munching the last of it and dusting off his hands. "I heard about your endearment from your lady friend, eh?"
Legolas whipped his head over to Joyce so fast that his braid struck him in the chin. Joyce raised her eyebrows and scowled at the dwarf. "Gimli!"
"But you must know, then, that there´s a sticky rule you have to follow if you are not after all running off."
"Don´t tell us, then. We can plead ignorance." Joyce said balefully.
"'Tis too late! Here it is... there shall be no, ehm, intimacy until the war is over. We would not want a child delivered in the heat of battle, after all, lass, now would we."
Joyce giggled hysterically, while Legolas leaned over and poked the dwarf. "Gimli. You may be my dear friend, but this is none of your buisness... so unlesh you would like to be blowing smoke out of another hole than your mouth, please desist. Understood?"
Gimli made a smoke ring and grinned, twirling his beard.
Soon they were joined by Gandalf and Aragorn. After a couple of hours Gimli and Aragorn went to bed and Gandalf left to join Theoden and Eomer at another fire. Joyce was silent and deep in tought. "Joyce, something you want to talk about?" Legolas asked her. Joyce looked up before saying. "Just wondering some things." "Like what?" Legolas asked her. Taking a deep breath Joyce said. "I heard in Rivendell from a friend of mine that Elves can bed people but that they only join once. I was wondering what joining is."
Legolas smiled at that before standing up and taking her hand. Pulling her up, he said. "This is not the place to speak about that. Let us go for a walk, I will tell you then." Joyce nodded.
They left the camp and made for a small stream. Sitting down on a rock, Legolas gestured for her to also sit down. He then began to tell. "What you heard is true. Elves can bed with everybody they want. Without giving their heart that is. It is just like normal love-making. Except it is only for desire and lust. I would never sleep with anybody if I did not love her. A joining is different. Elves believe in soul mates. We can love more then once in our life but everybody meets somebody in their life that they know is the one for them. They know that is their soul mate. When they make love to that person, they give up their soul and heart to that somebody. If that is returned then their souls are binded. It is like a marriege but it is emotional and not trough the law. Their bond can not be broken. Elves can desided when to join and they will show every feeling they have for that person. When that person were to die, the Elf would have to be very strong not to die of grief to. That is what a joining is."
Joyce looked at him. "Did you ever joined with someone, Legolas?" She asked after a long silence. "No. I did not." The Elf asnwered honest. "Have you ever found somebody who you love so much that you wanted to join with that person?" She asked then. The Elf looked at her before answering. "Yes, twice. The first time was with Ireth. But she broke my heart, and after that I thanked the Valar that I did not do it. The second time has only been recently." Joyce looked at him with a unreadable expression on her face. "But I don´t know if she is ready for it yet. She is very special and I don´t want to push her away when we only got together recently. She gave me her heart barely two days ago. I can wait because I love her with every viber of my being." Legolas continued while holding Joyce her gaze.
"You are talking about me, arn´t you?" She asked. Legolas nodded before saying. "Yes. If I were to bed you, I would join with you. But I don´t want to push you away by presuring you with something you may not want. I love you to much for that." He told her. Joyce smiled and said. "I love you to. But if I would join with you, I will have you promise me one thing." "What would that be?" Legolas asked. "That you will not die, if I don´t survive this war." Joyce said while looking him in the eyes. The Elf nodded and said. "I promise my love. I do." Joyce smiled before kissing him softly on the lips and walked back to camp.
Legolas smiled in the dark and silently thanked the Valar for sending her to him. He then walked after her back to camp.
How do you like it? Please review.
Note: This is the final part in my lord of the rings story so far. But I am thinking about making a story after the lords of the rings. If you like me and have ideas but it in your review or email me. Let´s begin with the story.
Now hoofbeats sounded again, towards the place where the traitor lived. The remainders of the Fellowship, and those who rode with them were headed towards Isengard, still bleeding in wounds that hurt when the horses´ canters became rough. The one who was responsible for this would pay.
Joyce rode next to the (current) white wizard. His brushy eyebrows were visible under his hood, quirking in thought and furrowing in anger. He was plainly having some sort of mental discussion. Joyce debated as to whether or not to disturb him... finally, quiestions got the better of her.
"Gandalf..." She asked. "What are we going to do with Saruman when we get to Isengard?"
Gandalf stared out at the plains fir ten seconds before answering, then looked at her. "The truth, girl... is that I do not yet know. We shall speak with him. That is the best answer I can give you."
She nodded. Riding on the reverie of her own thoughts, time passed quickly.
They stopped a couple of hours later. Joyce supplied her horse with water and was going in seach of food for herself, when suddely a gruff voice shouted to her. "Over here, lassie!"
Gimli patted the log besides him, winking. She joined him after peering around the campsite for a minute, telling herself she wasn´t looking for Legolas, she was just admiring the scenery. She was interrupted when the dwarf shoved meat and bread at her. The meat was dry, and Joyce wasn´t quite certain where the bread had been, but she was hungry, and soon it was gone. Gimli lit his pipe, and they sat in silence for a bit, Joyce wrestling internally.
She finally gave in. "Do you know where Legolas is?"
"No, but... don´t worry, lass, I am certain he will return shortly." Joyce was about to reply when Gimli cut her off, head jerking at her rapidly as if he had just tought of something.
"So it´s true, then?" He said raptly.
"What?"
"That, when yer race is going to run away with someone, that they can sense exactly where they are, in order to avoid confusion during the elopement? Pity, that. Would be right usefull."
"Gimli? I am not running away with him!"
"Oh, to be sure, girl!" Joyce´s mouth opened and closed while Gimli ticked off things on his fingers. "First of all, he follows you night and day. Now, among dawrves, one of our customs is that right before a pairing, the male 'hunts' the female to declare his intentions. If he wasn´t stalking, I don´t know what he was doing, but Arod´s nose was almost in your gray horse there´s tail as we rode. Which was fine, until that horse decided to, ehm, fertilize the fields a bit. But I desfress. Second....."
"Gimli! Stop! He is not....."
The dwarf continued, undeterred. "Second, there´s the way you look at him. Like he´s a fine cut of steak you can´t wait to devour. Speaking of which...." Gimli dug in his bag and tore out the rest of the dried meat, chomping on it as he spoke, the swallowing. ".... Speaking of whick, this morning, he called yeh something in Elvish that I didn´t quite catch the gist of, but the other Elves looked pretty damn shocked. That sounds like a running-away-plot to me, miss!"
Joyce sniffed. "For your information, that was 'Meleth-Nin', Gimli. It is a term of endearment. Not a plan to gallop off silently in the middle of the night!"
"Right." Gimli took a drag on his pipe. The matter seemed to be closed. Until... "Well. If you´re not running away, what does it mean, then?"
She signed and rubbed her eyes. "It- it´s private."
"Oh, come. Now!"
Joyce rolled her eyes. "If I tell you, will you leave it be?"
"Hmm... perhaps."
"All right, fine! It means, 'My love'. Happy?"
Gimli stroked his beard. "Well. That´s right sweet."
Joyce was about to walk off before Gimli could ask any more questions when in the distance a tall figure approached. She squinted. Yes, that was the stilhouette of a bow slung across its shoulder! Her heart lightened.
"Hello" She said calmly. "Where have you been?"
Legolas sat down next to her, wincing slightly. "Getting Aragorn to check my cracked rib. That man may have the hands of a healer, but they certainly poke your bruises hard enough...."
"Hello, lad! We saved you some food." Gimli held out the remainder of his meat.
Legolas´s nose twiched slightly. "I.... I think I´ll just have some of this bread." He pulled the loaf out from under the log they sat on. Joyce´s stomach lurched.
"So." Gimli said, munching the last of it and dusting off his hands. "I heard about your endearment from your lady friend, eh?"
Legolas whipped his head over to Joyce so fast that his braid struck him in the chin. Joyce raised her eyebrows and scowled at the dwarf. "Gimli!"
"But you must know, then, that there´s a sticky rule you have to follow if you are not after all running off."
"Don´t tell us, then. We can plead ignorance." Joyce said balefully.
"'Tis too late! Here it is... there shall be no, ehm, intimacy until the war is over. We would not want a child delivered in the heat of battle, after all, lass, now would we."
Joyce giggled hysterically, while Legolas leaned over and poked the dwarf. "Gimli. You may be my dear friend, but this is none of your buisness... so unlesh you would like to be blowing smoke out of another hole than your mouth, please desist. Understood?"
Gimli made a smoke ring and grinned, twirling his beard.
Soon they were joined by Gandalf and Aragorn. After a couple of hours Gimli and Aragorn went to bed and Gandalf left to join Theoden and Eomer at another fire. Joyce was silent and deep in tought. "Joyce, something you want to talk about?" Legolas asked her. Joyce looked up before saying. "Just wondering some things." "Like what?" Legolas asked her. Taking a deep breath Joyce said. "I heard in Rivendell from a friend of mine that Elves can bed people but that they only join once. I was wondering what joining is."
Legolas smiled at that before standing up and taking her hand. Pulling her up, he said. "This is not the place to speak about that. Let us go for a walk, I will tell you then." Joyce nodded.
They left the camp and made for a small stream. Sitting down on a rock, Legolas gestured for her to also sit down. He then began to tell. "What you heard is true. Elves can bed with everybody they want. Without giving their heart that is. It is just like normal love-making. Except it is only for desire and lust. I would never sleep with anybody if I did not love her. A joining is different. Elves believe in soul mates. We can love more then once in our life but everybody meets somebody in their life that they know is the one for them. They know that is their soul mate. When they make love to that person, they give up their soul and heart to that somebody. If that is returned then their souls are binded. It is like a marriege but it is emotional and not trough the law. Their bond can not be broken. Elves can desided when to join and they will show every feeling they have for that person. When that person were to die, the Elf would have to be very strong not to die of grief to. That is what a joining is."
Joyce looked at him. "Did you ever joined with someone, Legolas?" She asked after a long silence. "No. I did not." The Elf asnwered honest. "Have you ever found somebody who you love so much that you wanted to join with that person?" She asked then. The Elf looked at her before answering. "Yes, twice. The first time was with Ireth. But she broke my heart, and after that I thanked the Valar that I did not do it. The second time has only been recently." Joyce looked at him with a unreadable expression on her face. "But I don´t know if she is ready for it yet. She is very special and I don´t want to push her away when we only got together recently. She gave me her heart barely two days ago. I can wait because I love her with every viber of my being." Legolas continued while holding Joyce her gaze.
"You are talking about me, arn´t you?" She asked. Legolas nodded before saying. "Yes. If I were to bed you, I would join with you. But I don´t want to push you away by presuring you with something you may not want. I love you to much for that." He told her. Joyce smiled and said. "I love you to. But if I would join with you, I will have you promise me one thing." "What would that be?" Legolas asked. "That you will not die, if I don´t survive this war." Joyce said while looking him in the eyes. The Elf nodded and said. "I promise my love. I do." Joyce smiled before kissing him softly on the lips and walked back to camp.
Legolas smiled in the dark and silently thanked the Valar for sending her to him. He then walked after her back to camp.
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