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brought on by this fic. ^_~
A/N: This is a fic. It has words. Some passages of first chapter taken from a previous (icky) fic. Enjoy!
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He drew a deep breath. 'Well, I'm back,' he said.
'Yes darling, and so is an old friend. Two, actually. They bid me to tell you that if you don't look toward the fireplace right this second they'll tickle you to death.'
Samwise Gamgee turned toward the glowing embers, and grinned at the sight he saw there. Rose lifted the child from his lap and swiftly left, her cheeks holding a faint tinge of scarlet. Legolas Greenleaf and Gimli, son of Gloin sat before the hearth. Wide grins enveloped the companions' faces. Sam gazed from one to the other, his own face stretched in mirth. 'Hullo. Frodo's left.'
'We know.' The already outlandish smirks on the three mens faces spread even further. 'Aragorn bade me tell you that he would be a little late, as he was busy being King, but he should be here tomorrow.' Legolas took a step towards the reclining hobbit. 'He said to start without him.'
Sam pouted a little, but accepted the news. Frodo had known that the other members of the fellowship were close to one-another - he simply hadn't realised the full extent and nature of their relationships, or the true reason behind Sams sulleness in Mordor. Frodo slept very soundly at night. 'OK then. What do you want me to do?'
Rose sat in the next room stroking Elanors golden hair. The child sat on her knee humming a wordless song whilst she grasped at her mothers skirt. The woman had been a little surprised when the visitors arrived half an hour before her husband returned. Even more surprising was the knowledge that they weren't hobbits at all, but a dwarf and an elf. An elf! Rose knew that before Sam had gone off on his silly little adventure with Frodo (what a waste of a year!), he had longed to meet one of the tall creatures. And now there's one named Legolas standing in the next room! They didn't even send a message to announce their arrival! I wonder if they are always so rude… Her musings continued as the memory of their arrival replayed in her mind. She had opened the door to find two strangers there. Both had been dressed in long, hooded cloaks, their faces hidden beneath the folds of fabric. They were taller than hobbits - The dwarf, Gimli, was stockier and a few inches closer to the sky. The elf was as tall as any man. In fact, that was what she had believed he was! I'm rather glad I was wrong…
Bored, Rose turned her thoughts back to the adjoining room. Voices just HAPPENED to float through the door into her waiting ears.
'…Now sit over there.'
'Like this?' That was Sam.
'Perfect. Now Gimli, if you sit here…' What were they doing? Curiosity overcame her modesty, and she crept to the door. '…And now you present yourself. Good. Now you say…' Rose nudged the door open ever-so-slightly. Gimli, Sam and Legolas sat around the table, concentrating intently on the objects laid out there. Eyes wide in surprise, Rose backed away…
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Frodo stood at the bow of the ship, eyes cast tout into the inky blackness surrounding the great ship. Beside him stood Thranduil, King of the Elves of Northern Mirkwood. Legolas' father. Actually, Ex-King of the Elves of Northern Mirkwood would be more accurate. As with the other passengers on the voyage, he had left his previous life behind him, gifting his title to his only son along with his lands. The title was grudgingly accepted - it had taken much persuasion to keep Legolas from joining Thranduil on this voyage. Bilbo sat in the vast cabin along with Gandalf, Galadriel and Elrond. As far as Frodo knew, they were discussing what it as like to bear Rings of Power. At least, that was what the talk had been before Frodo left - Bilbo was fading even faster now that the One Ring was gone, and it hurt to watch. The rocking of the boat comforted him in the night-time air, although the breeze sent shivers down his spine. The hobbits attention wandered to other things in an attempt to lighten his mood. The elf beside him looked much like his son - tall, long straight flaxen hair, blue eyes. The most noticeable feature he wore was a long, red scar down his right cheek; it started at his hairline, travelling over his eye and down to his mouth. The ruined eye was covered in a white glaze, dulled azure staring out into nothingness. Frodo longed to discover how he got it, but was loath to ask. Rudeness is a sign of weakness - it must be overcome… Lobelias words came flooding back from his childhood, boring a hole in his thoughts. She always was pushy…
It was a long time before either Hobbit or Elf spoke, and when the words finally came the talk was vague and rather unmemorable. The only remarkable thing either discussed was Legolas' new place as King of Mirkwood. That subject then lead them to the mans outstanding skill with a bow, and in turn steered them towards the topic of battle. At some point Frodo learned that the scar had been gained fighting in the War of the Ring, so Frodo showed is companion his 'mutilated' hand. The missing finger had healed well, and the sub rarely bothered him. The exchange continued, enveloping them so completely that neither noticed the change in the ships course.
They had sailed far into the oceans when the call came for the anchor to be lowered. Through the haze left by the departing rain Frodo could see fertile land rising from the water - they were almost there! But there was something familiar about those hills…
The other passengers aboard the vessel joined the two figures on deck, disrupting his thoughts. It was then that Galadriel spoke. 'Are you ready, my friends, to enter your destiny in the West?'
'Yes!' The cry rang from the lips of those gathered.
'Excellent…'
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Sam, Gimli and Legolas, finished their activities for the night, cast their eyes towards the west. Far away, on the edges of the elfs vision, fire arose. It was far out to sea. The man frowned and looked at his companions. 'Can you see that?'
'What?' His companions squinted into the night.
'The fire on the waters.'
'You can see the sea?' Sam and Gimli looked at him expectantly.
Legolas shrugged and turned his attention to the stars. 'Never mind.'
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TBC
A/N: ^_^ yay! Be glad I got the anger out of my system (for all those who didn't read the last version of this fic, ignore that ^ up there). Chapter two up as well.
A/N: This is a fic. It has words. Some passages of first chapter taken from a previous (icky) fic. Enjoy!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
He drew a deep breath. 'Well, I'm back,' he said.
'Yes darling, and so is an old friend. Two, actually. They bid me to tell you that if you don't look toward the fireplace right this second they'll tickle you to death.'
Samwise Gamgee turned toward the glowing embers, and grinned at the sight he saw there. Rose lifted the child from his lap and swiftly left, her cheeks holding a faint tinge of scarlet. Legolas Greenleaf and Gimli, son of Gloin sat before the hearth. Wide grins enveloped the companions' faces. Sam gazed from one to the other, his own face stretched in mirth. 'Hullo. Frodo's left.'
'We know.' The already outlandish smirks on the three mens faces spread even further. 'Aragorn bade me tell you that he would be a little late, as he was busy being King, but he should be here tomorrow.' Legolas took a step towards the reclining hobbit. 'He said to start without him.'
Sam pouted a little, but accepted the news. Frodo had known that the other members of the fellowship were close to one-another - he simply hadn't realised the full extent and nature of their relationships, or the true reason behind Sams sulleness in Mordor. Frodo slept very soundly at night. 'OK then. What do you want me to do?'
Rose sat in the next room stroking Elanors golden hair. The child sat on her knee humming a wordless song whilst she grasped at her mothers skirt. The woman had been a little surprised when the visitors arrived half an hour before her husband returned. Even more surprising was the knowledge that they weren't hobbits at all, but a dwarf and an elf. An elf! Rose knew that before Sam had gone off on his silly little adventure with Frodo (what a waste of a year!), he had longed to meet one of the tall creatures. And now there's one named Legolas standing in the next room! They didn't even send a message to announce their arrival! I wonder if they are always so rude… Her musings continued as the memory of their arrival replayed in her mind. She had opened the door to find two strangers there. Both had been dressed in long, hooded cloaks, their faces hidden beneath the folds of fabric. They were taller than hobbits - The dwarf, Gimli, was stockier and a few inches closer to the sky. The elf was as tall as any man. In fact, that was what she had believed he was! I'm rather glad I was wrong…
Bored, Rose turned her thoughts back to the adjoining room. Voices just HAPPENED to float through the door into her waiting ears.
'…Now sit over there.'
'Like this?' That was Sam.
'Perfect. Now Gimli, if you sit here…' What were they doing? Curiosity overcame her modesty, and she crept to the door. '…And now you present yourself. Good. Now you say…' Rose nudged the door open ever-so-slightly. Gimli, Sam and Legolas sat around the table, concentrating intently on the objects laid out there. Eyes wide in surprise, Rose backed away…
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Frodo stood at the bow of the ship, eyes cast tout into the inky blackness surrounding the great ship. Beside him stood Thranduil, King of the Elves of Northern Mirkwood. Legolas' father. Actually, Ex-King of the Elves of Northern Mirkwood would be more accurate. As with the other passengers on the voyage, he had left his previous life behind him, gifting his title to his only son along with his lands. The title was grudgingly accepted - it had taken much persuasion to keep Legolas from joining Thranduil on this voyage. Bilbo sat in the vast cabin along with Gandalf, Galadriel and Elrond. As far as Frodo knew, they were discussing what it as like to bear Rings of Power. At least, that was what the talk had been before Frodo left - Bilbo was fading even faster now that the One Ring was gone, and it hurt to watch. The rocking of the boat comforted him in the night-time air, although the breeze sent shivers down his spine. The hobbits attention wandered to other things in an attempt to lighten his mood. The elf beside him looked much like his son - tall, long straight flaxen hair, blue eyes. The most noticeable feature he wore was a long, red scar down his right cheek; it started at his hairline, travelling over his eye and down to his mouth. The ruined eye was covered in a white glaze, dulled azure staring out into nothingness. Frodo longed to discover how he got it, but was loath to ask. Rudeness is a sign of weakness - it must be overcome… Lobelias words came flooding back from his childhood, boring a hole in his thoughts. She always was pushy…
It was a long time before either Hobbit or Elf spoke, and when the words finally came the talk was vague and rather unmemorable. The only remarkable thing either discussed was Legolas' new place as King of Mirkwood. That subject then lead them to the mans outstanding skill with a bow, and in turn steered them towards the topic of battle. At some point Frodo learned that the scar had been gained fighting in the War of the Ring, so Frodo showed is companion his 'mutilated' hand. The missing finger had healed well, and the sub rarely bothered him. The exchange continued, enveloping them so completely that neither noticed the change in the ships course.
They had sailed far into the oceans when the call came for the anchor to be lowered. Through the haze left by the departing rain Frodo could see fertile land rising from the water - they were almost there! But there was something familiar about those hills…
The other passengers aboard the vessel joined the two figures on deck, disrupting his thoughts. It was then that Galadriel spoke. 'Are you ready, my friends, to enter your destiny in the West?'
'Yes!' The cry rang from the lips of those gathered.
'Excellent…'
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Sam, Gimli and Legolas, finished their activities for the night, cast their eyes towards the west. Far away, on the edges of the elfs vision, fire arose. It was far out to sea. The man frowned and looked at his companions. 'Can you see that?'
'What?' His companions squinted into the night.
'The fire on the waters.'
'You can see the sea?' Sam and Gimli looked at him expectantly.
Legolas shrugged and turned his attention to the stars. 'Never mind.'
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TBC
A/N: ^_^ yay! Be glad I got the anger out of my system (for all those who didn't read the last version of this fic, ignore that ^ up there). Chapter two up as well.