Note: Sorry for the delay in this chapter! I'm sorry that it isn't as good as my previous chapters, and I didn't work the fight in yet. None of these characters are mine! This fic will end in about two or three more chapters. Elvish speech is in ` '. Takes place a day or two later. You know the drill: POVs are marked with **********.
Quarrels And Making Up
Part 6
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Gimli
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I knew that the elf would confront me about his diary again, but right now I didn't really care. I was more focused on figuring out just what the two lovebirds had said to each other the other day.
I found myself wishing that I understood Elvish as I watched the two of them whispering together softly, probably saying endearments, as they liked to do. The rain had not let up yet, so we were obliged to stay in the cave for a while longer. In a little while, I was going to go out and gather more firewood. I could tell that Aragorn and Legolas were getting restless, as they lay side by side.
Legolas's eyes held mischief in them as he glanced over at me and said something in Elvish to Aragorn, who was apparently fascinated by the elf's hair. He kept running his fingers through the golden locks, stroking it. Legolas poked him playfully when he didn't respond to what he had said. Aragorn murmured something in Elvish, and in response, the elf began to tickle him, grinning the entire time.
I briefly wondered if Aragorn was trying to figure out what the secret to Legolas's perfect hair was. I had to admit, his hair was to be admired. It always seemed to be perfect, never tangled or snarled. Well, at least until the elf had been wounded.
Elves weren't as bad as I'd been led to believe.
So I just sat there on watch, looking at the two who were off in their own little world. Part of me felt a little left out when I saw Aragorn pin Legolas down. Or should I say that Legolas let Aragorn pin him down? He could easily have prevented it if he'd wanted, or so I thought. But he looked like he was enjoying himself, as Aragorn said something to Legolas in Elvish.
I was considering leaving and going out for a while. The two were cute to watch and all, but sometimes it hurt when they completely ignored me like they were doing now. Legolas now had Aragorn pinned and was smirking at him.
I sighed out of boredom, and the two lovers glanced over at me, surprised.
"What's wrong, Gimli?" Aragorn questioned.
"Nothing," I grumbled. "I'm going outside for a while."
Legolas frowned a little. "Did we upset you?"
"No... Yes," I finally said.
The two exchanged a look, before glancing at me.
"How have we upset you?" Legolas asked.
"The way you two seem to forget that I'm even here, when you talk to each other in Elvish and act like I'm invisible,' I muttered as I stood and walked to the cave entrance.
Aragorn said, "I'm sorry, Gimli."
"Me too," Legolas added. "Please, do not go."
I looked back, and said, "I have feelings, too, you know." I then stormed off, wanting to be alone for a while.
Don't get me wrong, I wasn't in love with either of them. It was just that their closeness reminded me of what I did not have. And I was lonely.
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Legolas
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I looked at my lover after Gimli had left.
"Maybe the teasing went a little too far," I said quietly. "I didn't mean to hurt his feelings."
Aragorn nodded. "We should find Gimli and apologize."
I climbed off him and pulled on my cloak, for the rain was coming down harder than ever outside. I winced a little, for my side was not completely healed. But it was much better than it had been.
And Gimli was out in it, because I had hurt his feelings. It had been my idea to use Elvish to tease him, but I hadn't imagined that it would hurt him as much as it had seemed to.
Aragorn pulled his own cloak on as well, and the two of us set off together after the dwarf.
My keen eyes were put to the test as I led the way, following the trail carefully. Most of it was quickly washing away, as the rain soaked through to my skin.
"Gimli!" I shouted.
Aragorn echoed my call, as we searched for our friend. No answer came, as I followed the dwarf's tracks once more, leading the way.
Aragorn yelled, "Gimli!"
Still nothing happened.
"I'm sorry, Gimli," I cried. "Please come out!"
A crack of lightning and thunder crackled overhead.
"Please, Gimli," Aragorn shouted. "We're both sorry."
"You both are yelling loud enough to wake the dead," a familiar voice grumbled.
"Gimli!" I gasped, and whirled around to face him. My side protested the fast movement, but I ignored it as Aragorn and I made our way over to the dwarf.
Gimli muttered, "Yeah, it's me. What the blazes were you yelling like that for, dratted elf?"
"I wanted to tell you that I'm sorry," I murmured. "Twas my idea to use Elvish to tease you. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings." A sly note entered my voice as I continued. "And I thought that dwarves weren't supposed to feel emotions."
Gimli sputtered at me, before I gently smiled to show that I was joking.
"Let's return to the cave, Gimli," Aragorn said.
"Fine," Gimli said. "This is a little too damp for my liking."
"It is for mine, as well," I admitted. "I do hope that the rain won't last much longer." I winced as I took another step, for I had not done much since I'd been bedridden with my fever. It was gone, now, but my side was aching again.
Gimli caught the wince on my face. "You all right, elf?"
"Fine, stubborn dwarf," I said. "Just a little tired."
To be continued
Quarrels And Making Up
Part 6
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Gimli
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I knew that the elf would confront me about his diary again, but right now I didn't really care. I was more focused on figuring out just what the two lovebirds had said to each other the other day.
I found myself wishing that I understood Elvish as I watched the two of them whispering together softly, probably saying endearments, as they liked to do. The rain had not let up yet, so we were obliged to stay in the cave for a while longer. In a little while, I was going to go out and gather more firewood. I could tell that Aragorn and Legolas were getting restless, as they lay side by side.
Legolas's eyes held mischief in them as he glanced over at me and said something in Elvish to Aragorn, who was apparently fascinated by the elf's hair. He kept running his fingers through the golden locks, stroking it. Legolas poked him playfully when he didn't respond to what he had said. Aragorn murmured something in Elvish, and in response, the elf began to tickle him, grinning the entire time.
I briefly wondered if Aragorn was trying to figure out what the secret to Legolas's perfect hair was. I had to admit, his hair was to be admired. It always seemed to be perfect, never tangled or snarled. Well, at least until the elf had been wounded.
Elves weren't as bad as I'd been led to believe.
So I just sat there on watch, looking at the two who were off in their own little world. Part of me felt a little left out when I saw Aragorn pin Legolas down. Or should I say that Legolas let Aragorn pin him down? He could easily have prevented it if he'd wanted, or so I thought. But he looked like he was enjoying himself, as Aragorn said something to Legolas in Elvish.
I was considering leaving and going out for a while. The two were cute to watch and all, but sometimes it hurt when they completely ignored me like they were doing now. Legolas now had Aragorn pinned and was smirking at him.
I sighed out of boredom, and the two lovers glanced over at me, surprised.
"What's wrong, Gimli?" Aragorn questioned.
"Nothing," I grumbled. "I'm going outside for a while."
Legolas frowned a little. "Did we upset you?"
"No... Yes," I finally said.
The two exchanged a look, before glancing at me.
"How have we upset you?" Legolas asked.
"The way you two seem to forget that I'm even here, when you talk to each other in Elvish and act like I'm invisible,' I muttered as I stood and walked to the cave entrance.
Aragorn said, "I'm sorry, Gimli."
"Me too," Legolas added. "Please, do not go."
I looked back, and said, "I have feelings, too, you know." I then stormed off, wanting to be alone for a while.
Don't get me wrong, I wasn't in love with either of them. It was just that their closeness reminded me of what I did not have. And I was lonely.
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Legolas
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I looked at my lover after Gimli had left.
"Maybe the teasing went a little too far," I said quietly. "I didn't mean to hurt his feelings."
Aragorn nodded. "We should find Gimli and apologize."
I climbed off him and pulled on my cloak, for the rain was coming down harder than ever outside. I winced a little, for my side was not completely healed. But it was much better than it had been.
And Gimli was out in it, because I had hurt his feelings. It had been my idea to use Elvish to tease him, but I hadn't imagined that it would hurt him as much as it had seemed to.
Aragorn pulled his own cloak on as well, and the two of us set off together after the dwarf.
My keen eyes were put to the test as I led the way, following the trail carefully. Most of it was quickly washing away, as the rain soaked through to my skin.
"Gimli!" I shouted.
Aragorn echoed my call, as we searched for our friend. No answer came, as I followed the dwarf's tracks once more, leading the way.
Aragorn yelled, "Gimli!"
Still nothing happened.
"I'm sorry, Gimli," I cried. "Please come out!"
A crack of lightning and thunder crackled overhead.
"Please, Gimli," Aragorn shouted. "We're both sorry."
"You both are yelling loud enough to wake the dead," a familiar voice grumbled.
"Gimli!" I gasped, and whirled around to face him. My side protested the fast movement, but I ignored it as Aragorn and I made our way over to the dwarf.
Gimli muttered, "Yeah, it's me. What the blazes were you yelling like that for, dratted elf?"
"I wanted to tell you that I'm sorry," I murmured. "Twas my idea to use Elvish to tease you. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings." A sly note entered my voice as I continued. "And I thought that dwarves weren't supposed to feel emotions."
Gimli sputtered at me, before I gently smiled to show that I was joking.
"Let's return to the cave, Gimli," Aragorn said.
"Fine," Gimli said. "This is a little too damp for my liking."
"It is for mine, as well," I admitted. "I do hope that the rain won't last much longer." I winced as I took another step, for I had not done much since I'd been bedridden with my fever. It was gone, now, but my side was aching again.
Gimli caught the wince on my face. "You all right, elf?"
"Fine, stubborn dwarf," I said. "Just a little tired."
To be continued