Hi, fellow Tolkien Fans. Sorry I took so long getting this up, been busy. I went camping last weekend and had no internet, it was way out in the country, but it was fun. :) Anyway, here is the third chapter! Enjoy!
Legolas looked up as the elfling approached the fire, blue eyes wide, as he stared at the dwarf next to him.
"Hello, laddie," Gimli greeted the elfling. "How are you this fine day?"
"Um..." The elfling stammered over his words, then quickly regained his composer. "Good. Are you a dwarf? I've never seen a dwarf."
Silence fell over the encampment for the night, ears alert, but eyes averted. Gimli suddenly let out a loud laugh, the tension around them loosening. "Yes, laddie, I am a dwarf. And I have never met an elf child before. Nice to meet you, I'm Gimli."
A grin broke across the elflings face, "Nice to meet you Gimli, I am Lemwith."
"A pleasure Lemwith," Gimli said.
Lemwith stood there for a moment staring at the red-haired dwarf, watching him chomp away on some meat, before breaking the silence. "Are you the one who helped save middle earth?"
"Sure am," Gimli replied.
Lemwith's eyes lit up, walking around the fire, and sitting down next to the dwarf. Crossing his legs, he gazed up at him. "Can you tell me about it?"
"Lemwith."
Legolas, who had remained silent through the whole ordeal, Gimli, and Lemwith all looked up to see an elleth standing nearby.
"He's perfectly fine, my lady," Gimli told her. "Is he your brother?"
The elleth gave a nod, "Yes, he is. I care for him since our parents are gone."
"Why don't you join us," Gimli said, motioning her to sit. The elleth gave a hesitant glance toward the fire she had come from, then at her brother and the dwarf.
"Come on," Lemwith said, patting the ground next to him. Some of the tension seemed to leave her, and she sat by her younger brother, smoothing out her dress.
"What is your name missy?" Gimli asked, shooting a glance toward Legolas. Legolas dropped his eyebrows, glaring at Gimli, he knew he was up to something. Gimli turned back to the elleth, who did not seem to notice the exchange between the two.
"Anael," she replied. "And you are Gimli, and Legolas of course."
Legolas gave a curt nod, "Pleasure to meet you." She seemed strangely familiar, but he could not place it.
...
Little Legolas stuck his head around the corner of the kitchen, empty. The kitchen had been cleaned after breakfast, the servants having left a few minutes earlier. Tip-toeing in the kitchen he approached a counter that was filled with cooling sweets. Finding a stool, he pushed it up to the counter. He was about to grab a delicious looking treat, when a voice stopped him.
"What are you doing?"
Legolas turned to see a small elleth, around his age, with her hands on her hips. Brown hair was pulled back in a twisted braid, and stern light blue eyes. "Get down!" She commanded, pointing a finger at the ground.
"Why?" Legolas asked.
"Because I said!" The elven girl said. "And stealing is wrong."
"I'm not, I'm borrowing," Legolas said.
"That's dumb, you don't borrow food." The elfling told him.
"Yes, you do."
"Legolas Thranduilion, just because you are the prince does not mean you can take whatever you want!"
Legolas looked shocked, "W-what?"
"Get down."
"Fine," Legolas said. "But only if you tell me your name."
"Anael, and my Nana is the cook."
Legolas saw a flash behind Anael as another elfling ran behind a counter.
"Lothvaen!" Legolas shouted. "Cover me!"
Confusion crossed Anael's face, right before another elfling dashed toward her from behind his hiding place. Anael let out a shriek, and jumped out of the way, the elfling Lothvaen crashing to the floor.
Legolas, taking advantage of this, grabbed an armful of sweets, and jumped off the stool running as fast as his short legs would carry him. "Lothvaen!" He yelled over his shoulder as he exited the kitchen, "Follow me!"
"I can't!" Came the response from Legolas's partner in crime. There was a crash, and yelling from the kitchen. Immediately Legolas dropped the food, and ran back to rescue his friend. As he returned, he came to the sight of Anael and Lothvaen with brooms twice the size of them, in an epic elfling battle.
Grabbing a mop that was leaning against the wall, he charged in, yelling on the top of his lungs. Swinging the mop, it clashed with Anael's broom, throwing her backwards. A sharp pain flashed across Legolas's backside, and he nearly dropped his mop as he turned to face the attacker.
"Don't hit a girl!" Lothvaen yelled.
"But I was defending you," Legolas said.
"Sorry," Lothvaen said, then leaned to the side, looking around Legolas. "Are you alright Anael?"
Anael nodded, and sent a glare to Legolas, then Lothvaen. "You two are going to give that food back."
"Ha!" Lothvaen exclaimed. "I may not hit an elleth, but I most certainly am not going to give our snacks back!"
"They are not yours!"
"They ar-"
The argument was interrupted by a shriek filling the halls. "WHO LEFT FOOD ON THE FLOOR!" Was followed by the shriek. Legolas and Lothvaen looked at each other, and made a run for it, dropping the mop and broom.
The two ran around a long table, then drove under a gap under one of the large ovens. Turning on their bellies, they scooted toward the edge, looking for a way to make their escape.
"Where's Anael?" Lothvaen asked.
"Shh," Legolas shushed his friend.
Footsteps entered the kitchen, then stopped about halfway through the kitchen. "Anael."
"Yes, Galion?"
"Did you leave the food out in the hall? Your Nana will be very disappointed, of all elves, you should know better."
"I d-di-"
"Anael."
"WAIT!" Legolas let out a yell, trying to get out from the oven as fast as he could.
"What are you doing?" Lothvaen asked.
"I'm not letting her getting in trouble for something we did."
"Fine, I am coming with you then."
Legolas and Lothvaen managed to get up in a hurry, running to where Anael was standing in-front of Galion, looking distressed.
"We did it," Legolas and Lothvaen said at the same time. "She tried to stop us."
Galion crossed his arms, looking at the two trouble makers. "You two should also know better. Legolas, I expect better from you."
"I'm sorry," Legolas said, hanging his head.
"And Lothvaen."
Lothvaen pointed at Legolas. "He left them on the floor. I would have hid them. Uh... I mean. Put them back. No, no... I mean. Never took them in the first place."
Galion raised an eyebrow, "Anael you may go. Legolas, Lothvaen, I am sure your parents will have justified punishment for you."
Thank you for reading! Please review!
A/N I know Legolas built the ship he used to sail, I'm not sure if there were other elves with him, but I threw them in. Figured there had to be at least a few. Also, this is not going to be a Legolas Romance, so no worries there. :)
