Disclaimer: I do not own the Lord of the Rings. All honor and majesty goes
to the almighty John Ronald Rueld Tolkien.
Author's note: Please review this story after you've read it. I'm a very lousy writer but I always think o many plots. Anyway, I'm trying very hard to improve so is you find any mistakes in my story, like spelling errors or if there are thinks you thing certain characters shouldn't do, please let me know, as I try to be as true to the book as possible Thanks for reading!
The old dwarf lay dying. Lying deep in the fresh green leaves of the mighty beech tree, supported by nothing but the thick boughs of the plant, Gimli son of Gloin felt nauseous and sick. His vision swarm in front of him, and the numerous leaves had blended into a soggy green mass.
"Legolas, I am dying. My time has come-do not grieve for me, for I will be watching you form the halls if my forefathers...it has been nice knowing you..." Gimli croaked. Legolas rolled his bright Elven eyes. Trust the dwarf to milk it for all it was worth...Gimli looked as healthy as a dwarf who was half his age. It was simply because he was up in a tree, of course.
Dwarves, Legolas thought. Trust them to go up fifteen feet into a tree before realizing they do not have a head for heights, then finding out they have no way to come down. Of course, it was partly the elf's fault. He had dared Gimli to climb the tree. How he was going to get the dwarf down again, he had no idea. Fortunately, at that moment the branch split under the stout dwarf, and Gimli plunged headfirst into a pile of rotting leaves.
"Elves!" he spat. "Never trust an elf!" Legolas' merry laughter echoed through the silent forest. It was five years after the fellowship, and prior to the agreement between the elf and the dwarf, Legolas had visited the glittering caves of Aglarond with Gimli. Never before had Legolas seen such marvelous jewels, but as a Silvan elf of the mo-restored Eryn Lasgalen, his heart lay within the living trees- and the sea. After staying for a period of time in the Ridermark, ruled by Eomer son of Eomund, Gimli had fulfilled his part of the bargain to tour the wondrous forests of the Rhovanion Wilderland.
Gimli picked himself off the ground with disgust, pushing the fallen twigs and leaves off his pants. Elves! He thought with annoyance. He glared at Legolas as he remembered a particularly touchy incident when he had been in the Aglarond caves.
Insisting on removing a jewel buried in a little tunnel-like hole in the wall, as a reminder of his journey to the caves, he had squeezed himself into the hole. Upon having retrieved the stone and thinking of backing out of the wall, he had forgotten to consider his father broad girth and had gotten stuck. After a lot of pulling on the elf's part, the dwarf had popped out of the hole like a cork from a bottle of wine. Naturally, Legolas did not miss a wonderful opportunity to make fun of his friend, and Gimli had spent many sleepless nights being taunted.
"Legolas?" Gimli suddenly asked uncertainly. "What is that shadow in the sky?" Legolas raised his golden head from the dwarf on the ground and gazed up into the clear blue sky. Then, he laughed.
"It's Gwaihir!" he cried, leaping down onto the forest grounds and looked at the Lord of the Wind with joy.
The noble eagle had rescued Gandalf, or Mithrandir, as the elves called him, from certain death twice before, and for the safety and well being of their friend, Legolas and Gimli were eternally grateful. Furthermore, Gwaihir had also saved Frodo and Sam from being burned and drowned from the lava of the dreaded Orodruin, the Mountain of Fire. Legolas' eyes misted over as he thought of Frodo Baggins and Gandalf the Grey Pilgrim, both of whom had sailed over to the Elven Havens only a year ago-over the majestic sea.
The, the elf snapped out of his thoughts of the mighty ocean waves, rolling and churning , flecked with white foam as the golden eagle above him wheeled in the sky and prepared to touch down.
"Greetings, elf and dwarf. It has been a long time since you have seen me, and yet you still remember me, short though our meeting may have been.," said the great eagle as soon as he had landed. Legolas bowed in greeting, as did Gimli. "I bring you news from the King Elessar of Gondor. The Lady Arwen has given birth to a son-Eldarion, they have named him, Son of the Eldar. Here is the message in full detail. Farewell, wherever you fare till your eyries receive you at your journey's end!"
"May the wind under your wings bear you where the sun sails and the moon walks!" Legolas replied, taking the message As the elf watched the eagle swoop off into the sky, getting smaller and smaller rapidly, he looked at the letter form his friend, Aragorn and ripped open the letter - containing the royal seal of Gondor – and read the letter out loud to his friend Gimli, who was now jumping up and down on the balls of his feet trying to get the letter from Legolas.
"Dear Legolas and Gimli, (the letter read) Long have been the days since we fought side by side with each other against the lost Darkness of Mordor, and I very much hope that the journey which the both of you have taken as comrades are well. You may have heard from my faithful friend, Gwaihir the Lord of the Wind, that the Valar have given a son to the Lady Arwen. It is an utter joy to the both of us to name the child Eldarion, for we are the last remnant of the Eldar come the fourth age and the Dominion of Men. We very much hope that you will come to the courts if the now rebuilt Minas Tirith to celebrate the birth of the heir to the throne of Gondor. Eomer, king of Rohan, as well as the Lord Faramir and his wife the Lady Eowyn, will be present, as will be the hobbits Meriadoc Brandybuck and Peregrin Took, who will come as time allows – I hear that they are very busy with their duties as Thain of the Tooks and Brandybucks-" here Legolas trailed off into a grin as Gimli laughed with mirth upon imagining the two unruly hobbits as lords of their little home country. They, who had stolen Aragorn's bag of pipeweed and filled it with dried leaves – making the pipe catch fire and choke his nose with overwhelming amounts of smoke when the ranger had tried to use his pipe. They, who had tied Boromir's legs together when he was asleep, causing the Gondorian warrior to fall flat into a puddle of mud when he stood up. Legolas shook his head and continued reading. "We hope that you will achieve wanted results on your journey, and may you reach your homes unharmed!
Signed, the King Elessar. "
Gimli nodded his head, his brow furrowed.
"Well?" he demanded.
"Well what?"
"Are we going to Gondor?" the dwarf growled. Legolas thought for awhile before answering,
"Yes, I have decided to go – no doubt it will be a happy reunion between the remaining members of the fellowship – and we have traveled unusually far out into the forests of the Wilderlands – yes, on the whole I think I would like to unite with some old friends for awhile. What about you"
"Confound it all, I have better things to do than to go to rundown old city just to see that human's ugly face," Gimli growled gruffly. But Legolas saw through his act of toughness, and knew fully well that the dwarf missed Aragorn just as much as him. He looked down at the letter fondly, and remembered his human friend.
Then, Legolas felt a chill of terror and fear run down his spine, and the hair on the back of his neck prickled with horror, even as a hidden sixth sense told him that someone-or something- was watching their every move.
So? Did you like it? Did you hate it? Let me know your thoughts and feelings about my story – it only takes a few miutes of your time to make my day. You may flame my story, but please let me know why you hate my story before dismissing it as trash – comments good or bad make me happy as I'm glad that someone bothers to review my story.
Author's note: Please review this story after you've read it. I'm a very lousy writer but I always think o many plots. Anyway, I'm trying very hard to improve so is you find any mistakes in my story, like spelling errors or if there are thinks you thing certain characters shouldn't do, please let me know, as I try to be as true to the book as possible Thanks for reading!
The old dwarf lay dying. Lying deep in the fresh green leaves of the mighty beech tree, supported by nothing but the thick boughs of the plant, Gimli son of Gloin felt nauseous and sick. His vision swarm in front of him, and the numerous leaves had blended into a soggy green mass.
"Legolas, I am dying. My time has come-do not grieve for me, for I will be watching you form the halls if my forefathers...it has been nice knowing you..." Gimli croaked. Legolas rolled his bright Elven eyes. Trust the dwarf to milk it for all it was worth...Gimli looked as healthy as a dwarf who was half his age. It was simply because he was up in a tree, of course.
Dwarves, Legolas thought. Trust them to go up fifteen feet into a tree before realizing they do not have a head for heights, then finding out they have no way to come down. Of course, it was partly the elf's fault. He had dared Gimli to climb the tree. How he was going to get the dwarf down again, he had no idea. Fortunately, at that moment the branch split under the stout dwarf, and Gimli plunged headfirst into a pile of rotting leaves.
"Elves!" he spat. "Never trust an elf!" Legolas' merry laughter echoed through the silent forest. It was five years after the fellowship, and prior to the agreement between the elf and the dwarf, Legolas had visited the glittering caves of Aglarond with Gimli. Never before had Legolas seen such marvelous jewels, but as a Silvan elf of the mo-restored Eryn Lasgalen, his heart lay within the living trees- and the sea. After staying for a period of time in the Ridermark, ruled by Eomer son of Eomund, Gimli had fulfilled his part of the bargain to tour the wondrous forests of the Rhovanion Wilderland.
Gimli picked himself off the ground with disgust, pushing the fallen twigs and leaves off his pants. Elves! He thought with annoyance. He glared at Legolas as he remembered a particularly touchy incident when he had been in the Aglarond caves.
Insisting on removing a jewel buried in a little tunnel-like hole in the wall, as a reminder of his journey to the caves, he had squeezed himself into the hole. Upon having retrieved the stone and thinking of backing out of the wall, he had forgotten to consider his father broad girth and had gotten stuck. After a lot of pulling on the elf's part, the dwarf had popped out of the hole like a cork from a bottle of wine. Naturally, Legolas did not miss a wonderful opportunity to make fun of his friend, and Gimli had spent many sleepless nights being taunted.
"Legolas?" Gimli suddenly asked uncertainly. "What is that shadow in the sky?" Legolas raised his golden head from the dwarf on the ground and gazed up into the clear blue sky. Then, he laughed.
"It's Gwaihir!" he cried, leaping down onto the forest grounds and looked at the Lord of the Wind with joy.
The noble eagle had rescued Gandalf, or Mithrandir, as the elves called him, from certain death twice before, and for the safety and well being of their friend, Legolas and Gimli were eternally grateful. Furthermore, Gwaihir had also saved Frodo and Sam from being burned and drowned from the lava of the dreaded Orodruin, the Mountain of Fire. Legolas' eyes misted over as he thought of Frodo Baggins and Gandalf the Grey Pilgrim, both of whom had sailed over to the Elven Havens only a year ago-over the majestic sea.
The, the elf snapped out of his thoughts of the mighty ocean waves, rolling and churning , flecked with white foam as the golden eagle above him wheeled in the sky and prepared to touch down.
"Greetings, elf and dwarf. It has been a long time since you have seen me, and yet you still remember me, short though our meeting may have been.," said the great eagle as soon as he had landed. Legolas bowed in greeting, as did Gimli. "I bring you news from the King Elessar of Gondor. The Lady Arwen has given birth to a son-Eldarion, they have named him, Son of the Eldar. Here is the message in full detail. Farewell, wherever you fare till your eyries receive you at your journey's end!"
"May the wind under your wings bear you where the sun sails and the moon walks!" Legolas replied, taking the message As the elf watched the eagle swoop off into the sky, getting smaller and smaller rapidly, he looked at the letter form his friend, Aragorn and ripped open the letter - containing the royal seal of Gondor – and read the letter out loud to his friend Gimli, who was now jumping up and down on the balls of his feet trying to get the letter from Legolas.
"Dear Legolas and Gimli, (the letter read) Long have been the days since we fought side by side with each other against the lost Darkness of Mordor, and I very much hope that the journey which the both of you have taken as comrades are well. You may have heard from my faithful friend, Gwaihir the Lord of the Wind, that the Valar have given a son to the Lady Arwen. It is an utter joy to the both of us to name the child Eldarion, for we are the last remnant of the Eldar come the fourth age and the Dominion of Men. We very much hope that you will come to the courts if the now rebuilt Minas Tirith to celebrate the birth of the heir to the throne of Gondor. Eomer, king of Rohan, as well as the Lord Faramir and his wife the Lady Eowyn, will be present, as will be the hobbits Meriadoc Brandybuck and Peregrin Took, who will come as time allows – I hear that they are very busy with their duties as Thain of the Tooks and Brandybucks-" here Legolas trailed off into a grin as Gimli laughed with mirth upon imagining the two unruly hobbits as lords of their little home country. They, who had stolen Aragorn's bag of pipeweed and filled it with dried leaves – making the pipe catch fire and choke his nose with overwhelming amounts of smoke when the ranger had tried to use his pipe. They, who had tied Boromir's legs together when he was asleep, causing the Gondorian warrior to fall flat into a puddle of mud when he stood up. Legolas shook his head and continued reading. "We hope that you will achieve wanted results on your journey, and may you reach your homes unharmed!
Signed, the King Elessar. "
Gimli nodded his head, his brow furrowed.
"Well?" he demanded.
"Well what?"
"Are we going to Gondor?" the dwarf growled. Legolas thought for awhile before answering,
"Yes, I have decided to go – no doubt it will be a happy reunion between the remaining members of the fellowship – and we have traveled unusually far out into the forests of the Wilderlands – yes, on the whole I think I would like to unite with some old friends for awhile. What about you"
"Confound it all, I have better things to do than to go to rundown old city just to see that human's ugly face," Gimli growled gruffly. But Legolas saw through his act of toughness, and knew fully well that the dwarf missed Aragorn just as much as him. He looked down at the letter fondly, and remembered his human friend.
Then, Legolas felt a chill of terror and fear run down his spine, and the hair on the back of his neck prickled with horror, even as a hidden sixth sense told him that someone-or something- was watching their every move.
So? Did you like it? Did you hate it? Let me know your thoughts and feelings about my story – it only takes a few miutes of your time to make my day. You may flame my story, but please let me know why you hate my story before dismissing it as trash – comments good or bad make me happy as I'm glad that someone bothers to review my story.