Disclaimer: I am only playing in Tolkien's sandbox.
AN: This is slightly AU because Frodo has not left for the Grey Havens yet. But I wanted him in the story so tthhppttt. Any ideas or thoughts for goings on is welcome. If there is anything you would like to happen Email and I'll see what I can do.
Also for all those of you wanting to know what Frodo said----Sorry it ain't gonna happen. And don't threaten the fellowship. They're innocent!
Reunion in the Shire
Fifteen year old Faramir Took was scampering throught the woods of Tookburrow when a lilting song came to his ears. He froze listening. It was unlike any song he had ever heard before. It was not in the common tongue and its singer seemed to be able to reach a variety of notes with ease. The song at once seemed familiar yet alien at the same time.
Eager to find the source Faramir stole silently through the brush making no sound. His father's tales and that of his uncles filled his head as he walked. A maraid of fair maidens, fierce orcs, ancient elves and brave kings danced in his vision. Maybe he would find an elf maiden. The thought appealed to him. He trembled with excitement, it would give him a great story to tell the other children.
The song stopped just as he reached the edge of a clearing. Quietly he peered through the bushes.
A figure lay basking in the sun. A male elf, for who else would have pointy ears. The elf's eyes were closed, one arm pillowing his head, the other resting against his chest. His pale hair was spread about him like a halo. He was dressed in a dark jerkin and pants. A quiver and bow leaned against a tree out of the elf's reach. A peaceful expression rested on the elf's features.
Faramir felt his heart thump heavily in his chest. A real elf.
A rustling noise turned the hobbit's attention. A stout figure slightly taller than a hobbit emerged from the bushes. He wore armor and carried a great axe. A heavy red brown beard hung down to his belt.
A Dwarf! Faramir felt a quiver of anticipation run through his body. Nobody was going to believe him when he got home.
The dwarf turned to stare at the figure laying stretched on the grass. A strange gleam entered his eyes. Brandishing his axe he slowly stalked towards the sleeping figure.
Faramir felt his heart stop. Surely the dwarf was not going to attack the elf!
The dwarf continued his advance on the elf moving quietly. The elf seemed unaware of the dwarf and made no move to rise.
Faramir remembered Frodo telling him once that elves and dwarfs had disliked each other causing fights many times between the races. Faramir felt his throat go dry as the dwarf continued to advance on the sleeping figure. He couldn't let the dwarf harm the elf.
The dwarf was within five feet of the prone figure who showed no sign of rising or even opening his eyes. The dwarf raised the axe.
With a wild yell Faramir raced from the brush, jumping to land squarely on the dwarf's back. Faramir wrapped his arms and legs around the dwarf's heavy torso. The dwarf gave a surprised shout stumbling away from the elf. In a blur of motion the elf rolled to his feet pulling a dagger from his boot.
"Run Master Elf, run." Faramir cried as the dwarf tried to shake off his assailent. The large dwarf began to shake and Faramir shut his eyes tightly as he strenghtened his grip. The dwarf continued to shake. It took Faramir a moment to realize the dwarf was laughing. The elf too.
Faramir peeked his eyes open to find a set of blue eyes regarding him gently. "Many thanks my brave hobbit, but their is no danger." The elf spoke in that musical voice.
Faramir straightened confused. "But - he was going to attack you I saw him!"
"Tis only a game we play against each other lad," the dwarf rumbled.
Gentle hands loosened Faramir's hold on the dwarf as the elf settled the youth on the ground. Faramir felt his face burn as the realization of his mistake sunk in. "I - I apologize, M-master Dwarf and Master Elf."
"No apology is needed Young One," the elf replied.
The dwarf nodded, "that showed great courage lad to leap against an armed dwarf. You should be proud of yourself."
Faramir brightened a little bit but embarrassment kept his eyes glued to the ground. The elf tilted his chin up until their eyes met. "Mae govennan. My name is Legolas Thranduilion and my companion is Gimli Gloinson."
Faramir felt his jaw drop. He would never live this down. Not only did he attack the dwarf for no reason, they were two of the nine walkers, and friends of his father. Faramir opened his mouth to speak but only a tiny sound of distress issued forth.
The elf's brow furrowed in concern. "Are you alright child?"
Faramir was hyperventalating. His father was going to kill him if not laugh himself to death first. Sure hands pulled him onto the elf's lap as soothing words were spoken in that musical language. A hand rubbed soothing circles on his back. Feeling a cup pressed to his lips Faramir looked up to see the dwarf worridly kneeling in front of him. Finally his breathing eased and he relaxed bonelessly against the elf feeling exhausted.
Legolas felt the tiny body relax. "I think it is time to take you home child."
"Aye he's had enough excitement for one day," agreed Gimli.
Legolas gave a long chirping whistle. A rustle revealed a large grey horse entering the clearing. It whickered softly upon seeing them. The elf kept the hobbit close, scooping up his bow and quiver, before swinging upon the horse. He extended an arm to the dwarf pulling him up behind. "No' vano Arod."
TBC
AN: This is slightly AU because Frodo has not left for the Grey Havens yet. But I wanted him in the story so tthhppttt. Any ideas or thoughts for goings on is welcome. If there is anything you would like to happen Email and I'll see what I can do.
Also for all those of you wanting to know what Frodo said----Sorry it ain't gonna happen. And don't threaten the fellowship. They're innocent!
Reunion in the Shire
Fifteen year old Faramir Took was scampering throught the woods of Tookburrow when a lilting song came to his ears. He froze listening. It was unlike any song he had ever heard before. It was not in the common tongue and its singer seemed to be able to reach a variety of notes with ease. The song at once seemed familiar yet alien at the same time.
Eager to find the source Faramir stole silently through the brush making no sound. His father's tales and that of his uncles filled his head as he walked. A maraid of fair maidens, fierce orcs, ancient elves and brave kings danced in his vision. Maybe he would find an elf maiden. The thought appealed to him. He trembled with excitement, it would give him a great story to tell the other children.
The song stopped just as he reached the edge of a clearing. Quietly he peered through the bushes.
A figure lay basking in the sun. A male elf, for who else would have pointy ears. The elf's eyes were closed, one arm pillowing his head, the other resting against his chest. His pale hair was spread about him like a halo. He was dressed in a dark jerkin and pants. A quiver and bow leaned against a tree out of the elf's reach. A peaceful expression rested on the elf's features.
Faramir felt his heart thump heavily in his chest. A real elf.
A rustling noise turned the hobbit's attention. A stout figure slightly taller than a hobbit emerged from the bushes. He wore armor and carried a great axe. A heavy red brown beard hung down to his belt.
A Dwarf! Faramir felt a quiver of anticipation run through his body. Nobody was going to believe him when he got home.
The dwarf turned to stare at the figure laying stretched on the grass. A strange gleam entered his eyes. Brandishing his axe he slowly stalked towards the sleeping figure.
Faramir felt his heart stop. Surely the dwarf was not going to attack the elf!
The dwarf continued his advance on the elf moving quietly. The elf seemed unaware of the dwarf and made no move to rise.
Faramir remembered Frodo telling him once that elves and dwarfs had disliked each other causing fights many times between the races. Faramir felt his throat go dry as the dwarf continued to advance on the sleeping figure. He couldn't let the dwarf harm the elf.
The dwarf was within five feet of the prone figure who showed no sign of rising or even opening his eyes. The dwarf raised the axe.
With a wild yell Faramir raced from the brush, jumping to land squarely on the dwarf's back. Faramir wrapped his arms and legs around the dwarf's heavy torso. The dwarf gave a surprised shout stumbling away from the elf. In a blur of motion the elf rolled to his feet pulling a dagger from his boot.
"Run Master Elf, run." Faramir cried as the dwarf tried to shake off his assailent. The large dwarf began to shake and Faramir shut his eyes tightly as he strenghtened his grip. The dwarf continued to shake. It took Faramir a moment to realize the dwarf was laughing. The elf too.
Faramir peeked his eyes open to find a set of blue eyes regarding him gently. "Many thanks my brave hobbit, but their is no danger." The elf spoke in that musical voice.
Faramir straightened confused. "But - he was going to attack you I saw him!"
"Tis only a game we play against each other lad," the dwarf rumbled.
Gentle hands loosened Faramir's hold on the dwarf as the elf settled the youth on the ground. Faramir felt his face burn as the realization of his mistake sunk in. "I - I apologize, M-master Dwarf and Master Elf."
"No apology is needed Young One," the elf replied.
The dwarf nodded, "that showed great courage lad to leap against an armed dwarf. You should be proud of yourself."
Faramir brightened a little bit but embarrassment kept his eyes glued to the ground. The elf tilted his chin up until their eyes met. "Mae govennan. My name is Legolas Thranduilion and my companion is Gimli Gloinson."
Faramir felt his jaw drop. He would never live this down. Not only did he attack the dwarf for no reason, they were two of the nine walkers, and friends of his father. Faramir opened his mouth to speak but only a tiny sound of distress issued forth.
The elf's brow furrowed in concern. "Are you alright child?"
Faramir was hyperventalating. His father was going to kill him if not laugh himself to death first. Sure hands pulled him onto the elf's lap as soothing words were spoken in that musical language. A hand rubbed soothing circles on his back. Feeling a cup pressed to his lips Faramir looked up to see the dwarf worridly kneeling in front of him. Finally his breathing eased and he relaxed bonelessly against the elf feeling exhausted.
Legolas felt the tiny body relax. "I think it is time to take you home child."
"Aye he's had enough excitement for one day," agreed Gimli.
Legolas gave a long chirping whistle. A rustle revealed a large grey horse entering the clearing. It whickered softly upon seeing them. The elf kept the hobbit close, scooping up his bow and quiver, before swinging upon the horse. He extended an arm to the dwarf pulling him up behind. "No' vano Arod."
TBC