Gimli's POV
The first time I've met the Elf was the most awkward moment of my life. I mean, it wasn't that he was the only idiotic friend I didn't know, but the way he would be all sweet like candy got on my nerves. Don't forget that he would, at times, glower at me. Like, excuse me, but what on Middle Earth did I do to deserve that?
It was when we all met in Rivendell at Elrond's house, discussing about what to do with the One Ring. At first I was like, 'That thing? Geez, it doesn't take a genius to know what to do with that. Just destroy it.' Obviously, I was wrong. You have to go to the evil Sauron's place in Mordor and destroy it at Mt. Doom. (I've always thought that for a mountain called Mt. Doom was a wickedly cool name, on my opinion.)
Let me get to the point of how we met. The blond Elf and I.
So you know the setting, right? In Rivendell at Elrond's home. I'm not really fond of Elves, especially Legolas. He was all quirky and acting all high and mighty. Anyways, when we met it wasn't the best time of my life.
I would glare at him at time to time, only to receive raised eyebrows and a smile! How could he have had possibly smiled at such a crucial moment like that?
I was completely confused.
Legolas' POV
Now, it wouldn't take even a mere baby to know that – my now friend, Gimli – the Dwarf hated my guts, my hair, my beautiful figure, and pretty much just me.
He would glare at me with those little bitty eyes of his, and what else do I do? I'm known for my calm and collected ways so I couldn't just blow that away just because of a Dwarf. But he wasn't just any Dwarf. He was a rude, uncivil beast. (Not that he isn't now.)
Well, I couldn't possibly just go up to him and stick an arrow through his throat or something, right? So I just went ahead and smiled.
The look of confusion that formed on his face was absolutely hilarious! I couldn't help but snort out a muffled laugh, and receiving another venomous glare from him.
When I learned that he would be part of the fellowship to destroy the Ring, I was like, 'Elrond, bro, no. This is not going to work out. Gimli and I? It's a no-no. One of the worst choices so far in your life, which is saying a lot.'
Gimli would look up at me and give me a strange look. Actually, more like distaste. He would then mutter something under his breath and above his beard.
That's not awkward at all.
Gimli's POV
When I learned that Legolas was part of the group I was devastated. 'How can this be?' I asked myself a thousand times or more.
Coincidently, the Elf seemed utterly surprised by the turn of events, too. That's one thing we found something in common between us.
I couldn't help but give him some strange looks at times, because what else does a Dwarf like me do? I was trying not to look at that face that would get me sick to the stomach, so I looked around the group and the other members.
Four little hobbits. Now, at the time I thought, 'How are these little things ever going to help out? Ha, I know. Drag us down.'
Well, that just proved how wrong I was when we set off.
Boromir wasn't my favorite, but it's a shame that he died.
Aragorn? He was, excuse me is, a nice fellow. Didn't really talk much, but stared at Elrond's daughter, Arwen. Everyone knew that they were a thing, y'know? Obviously, those two thought that by 'communicating' with their eyes wouldn't give away a thing. Wrong.
Now, Gandalf. I've heard about him. He seemed pretty cool. Nothing wrong with having a wizard around, but you never know what kind of pranks he could've pulled off if the mission wasn't so serious.
Don't even get me started with Legolas. I couldn't even get near him within a ten feet radius. I couldn't and I wouldn't. He seemed to like it that way too.
There was no chance in Middle Earth that we would become friends. That's another thing I got wrong.
Sadly.
Legolas' POV
Excuse me, Gimli. I don't think that's 'sadly.' You should be quite thankful that I befriended you, you ingrate.
Gimli's POV
WHAT'D YOU CALL ME?!
A/N: Haha, even at times like these they sure bicker a lot.