A/N
Hey, everybody, I'm posting again! As usual, I'd like to thank you all for the reviews and am very glad you all approved of Legolas not dying. Now, as promised, here's some hobbit fluff for all of you softies out there. Don't worry, though, Legolas is in this chapter too.
Chapter six:
Story Time
Frodo had just woke up that morning and the hobbits gathered around in Bilbo's room to listen to the old hobbit's stories and to share a few of their own. Bilbo was currently telling of the Battle of Five Armies as the four younger hobbits listened as intently as little hobbit lads and lasses who hadn't even reached their tweens yet and had never heard the tale before.
"It was a terrible battle with much death and destruction and many casualties on all sides. The elves were, by far, the most fearsome of the warriors, for their hatred of the dark creatures that spoiled their home ran deep. Terrible and beautiful they were to watch in battle, their golden hair made their heads look as though they were encircled in the light of the Valar, and with a fire in their eyes so bright, it could set the world aflame." Bilbo described the event so perfectly, that his audience felt as though they were in the midst of the battle with Bilbo, and seeing it all with their own eyes.
"That sounds like the elf that helped us get away from that wraith," Pippin said, and Sam and Merry nodded their agreement.
"Really?" asked Bilbo. He had heard only minor details about that particular event and was intrigued by it. "Do you know who the elf was?" Bilbo asked, his hobbit curiosity getting the better of him, as he wondered who this elf could be. He was not of Rivendel, that was certain, and if it was as the hobbits said, and he did match his description, the elf was most certainly from Mirkwood.
"I think he was named, Legolas. Yeah that's it! Strider shouted that out to him when he first showed up," Pippin supplied, proud at having remembered the foreign name.
"Legolas? Are you certain?" Bilbo was quite surprised as hearing his younger cousin's friends had been saved by none other than the Prince of Mirkwood.
"Quite certain, Mister Bilbo, sir. I heard Strider say it again when we first got back, and he was trying to get someone to go back and help him," Sam answered for Pippin, remembering Strider's frantic acts when they reached the haven.
"Well, Lads, you should feel honored." When the other hobbits looked at him oddly, Bilbo continued, "Legolas is the Prince of Mirkwood and a fine fellow at that."
"Prince?" they all said at once.
"Of course! Haven't I ever told you the story of my first meeting with Prince Legolas?" All four hobbits shook their heads. "No? Then I'll tell it to you now. It was before the Battle of Five Armies when I was giving the Arkenstone to King Thranduil and Bard. When I left the tent, I heard the most lovely music and decided to see where it was coming from. I followed the sound until I came upon a beautifully handsome elf that was sitting on a log, playing a flute.
'What song is that?' I asked curiously. The elf, which had been entirely engrossed in his music, was so surprised by my voice that he jumped up and tripped over the log he had previously been sitting on. I had never before heard such colorful language before as he cursed in Elvish, Common, Dwarfish, and something that sounded like Entish."
"And that was Prince Legolas?" Sam asked, trying to picture the elf they had seen being that clumsy or foul mouthed.
"Indeed it was, and I am now one of the few that can boast startling the Warrior Prince of Mirkwood out of his wits, though to be honest, he more than made up for it in the battle."
"Are you telling that humiliating story again, Master Baggins?" Bilbo was suddenly interrupted. Looking to see who had intruded on his story, Bilbo smiled as he saw Legolas in the doorway, leaning against the frame. "I can't believe there's a soul in Rivendel who hasn't heard it."
"Well, these young ones haven't and they should get the pleasure of hearing how I made Prince Legolas of Mirkwood, the finest warrior in Middle Earth fall on his arse!" Legolas couldn't help laughing at the hobbit's explanation of his doings. "Why don't you join us, Prince Legolas? I'm sure you have some thrilling adventures of your own to share with us," Bilbo suggested, motioning to an empty seat.
"Why, thank you, Bilbo. I would love to join you, just as long as you finish your story of the Battle of Five Armies before these poor hobbits are subjected to my horrible story telling skills," Legolas said before limping over to the chair and plopping down gratefully. Bilbo raised an eyebrow at the prince's lack of his usual grace, but decided that was a story for him to tell.
"Very well then, where was I?"
"You were just telling us how fierce the Mirkwood elves were in battle," Sam put in helpfully.
"Ah yes, of course!" Bilbo cried before settling down and telling the tale once again, only this time with add-ins and affirmations from Legolas the entire time. At the end, all the hobbits were gazing at Legolas in wonder.
"Weren't you scared, Mister Legolas, sir?" asked Sam, feeling he wouldn't last a minute in a battle like that.
"Of course I was. Anyone who wasn't even the slightest bit scared when seeing such a vast army before them that was full of creatures out for their blood should be called a lunatic. Though, I must say, not even that is as frightening as encountering a Nazgul," Legolas said smiling at the hobbits. "Something I hear you little ones did with honor, especially for those that have never before seen them or heard their shrill cries in the night."
"Aww, we were just trying to help Frodo," Pippin said, blushing at the complement.
"That may have been, Master Took, but I have seen hardened warriors run from lesser evils, and I was quite impressed when Strider told me of your journey," Legolas said truthfully.
Bilbo laughed at the prince's complements. "You hear that, Lads? You shall all do well to remember the day that Legolas Greenleaf, who has been at the front lines, leading the war against the forces of Dol Guldur for millennia, complemented you so."
"You exaggerate my role, Bilbo," Legolas said, modestly. Bilbo was about to respond when an elf that looked a lot like Lord Elrond burst in.
"Legolas! What are you doing up!" the elf cried as soon as he laid eyes on the golden hared elf.
"If you wish to know, Elladan, it's because your father said I could, so if you have a problem with it, I suggest you take it up with your father," Legolas said, evenly, not allowing Elladan to protest. It was at that moment that Elladan noticed the hobbits.
"Oh, I'm sorry Bilbo. I did not realize you and your friends were in the company of this trouble maker," Elladan said, recovering from the embarrassment of having strangers hear his tirade.
"Quite all right, Elladan! It is doing the lads good to see what kind of activity is common among the sons of Elrond and the son of Thranduil," Bilbo said, laughing as the hobbits eyes bulged at the words, "sons of Elrond".
"Yes, well, someone has to keep him in check," said Elladan, sending an evil look at Legolas. Suddenly he looked as though he had just remembered something. "Oh yes, I forgot. I was supposed to tell you that it is time for you to make ready for the feast. You as well, Legolas." Elladan then approached Legolas, lending him a hand, which Legolas gladly took and used as leverage to heave himself out of the chair.
"It has been a pleasure, my friends, to join you in trading tales. I shall see you at the feast," Legolas said, giving a slight bow, much to the hobbits' embarrassment before exiting with Elladan.
"Well, that's something you don't see every day," Sam said after the young elven lords had left.
"Indeed it isn't, Lad. Though Legolas is a friendly person and an above average storyteller despite what he says, he seldom has time to enjoy the company of friends nowadays. The Shadow grows in his home and he is constantly at the front, leading the most southern scouting parties, raids, and patrols." Bilbo looked saddened as he said the things. "But come now," he said cheering up. "We have a feast to get ready for!"
Ok, that's it, and before you say it, yes, I know Legolas tripping over a log and being surprised by a hobbit is unlikely, but that's what makes Bilbo's story funny.
Hey, everybody, I'm posting again! As usual, I'd like to thank you all for the reviews and am very glad you all approved of Legolas not dying. Now, as promised, here's some hobbit fluff for all of you softies out there. Don't worry, though, Legolas is in this chapter too.
Chapter six:
Story Time
Frodo had just woke up that morning and the hobbits gathered around in Bilbo's room to listen to the old hobbit's stories and to share a few of their own. Bilbo was currently telling of the Battle of Five Armies as the four younger hobbits listened as intently as little hobbit lads and lasses who hadn't even reached their tweens yet and had never heard the tale before.
"It was a terrible battle with much death and destruction and many casualties on all sides. The elves were, by far, the most fearsome of the warriors, for their hatred of the dark creatures that spoiled their home ran deep. Terrible and beautiful they were to watch in battle, their golden hair made their heads look as though they were encircled in the light of the Valar, and with a fire in their eyes so bright, it could set the world aflame." Bilbo described the event so perfectly, that his audience felt as though they were in the midst of the battle with Bilbo, and seeing it all with their own eyes.
"That sounds like the elf that helped us get away from that wraith," Pippin said, and Sam and Merry nodded their agreement.
"Really?" asked Bilbo. He had heard only minor details about that particular event and was intrigued by it. "Do you know who the elf was?" Bilbo asked, his hobbit curiosity getting the better of him, as he wondered who this elf could be. He was not of Rivendel, that was certain, and if it was as the hobbits said, and he did match his description, the elf was most certainly from Mirkwood.
"I think he was named, Legolas. Yeah that's it! Strider shouted that out to him when he first showed up," Pippin supplied, proud at having remembered the foreign name.
"Legolas? Are you certain?" Bilbo was quite surprised as hearing his younger cousin's friends had been saved by none other than the Prince of Mirkwood.
"Quite certain, Mister Bilbo, sir. I heard Strider say it again when we first got back, and he was trying to get someone to go back and help him," Sam answered for Pippin, remembering Strider's frantic acts when they reached the haven.
"Well, Lads, you should feel honored." When the other hobbits looked at him oddly, Bilbo continued, "Legolas is the Prince of Mirkwood and a fine fellow at that."
"Prince?" they all said at once.
"Of course! Haven't I ever told you the story of my first meeting with Prince Legolas?" All four hobbits shook their heads. "No? Then I'll tell it to you now. It was before the Battle of Five Armies when I was giving the Arkenstone to King Thranduil and Bard. When I left the tent, I heard the most lovely music and decided to see where it was coming from. I followed the sound until I came upon a beautifully handsome elf that was sitting on a log, playing a flute.
'What song is that?' I asked curiously. The elf, which had been entirely engrossed in his music, was so surprised by my voice that he jumped up and tripped over the log he had previously been sitting on. I had never before heard such colorful language before as he cursed in Elvish, Common, Dwarfish, and something that sounded like Entish."
"And that was Prince Legolas?" Sam asked, trying to picture the elf they had seen being that clumsy or foul mouthed.
"Indeed it was, and I am now one of the few that can boast startling the Warrior Prince of Mirkwood out of his wits, though to be honest, he more than made up for it in the battle."
"Are you telling that humiliating story again, Master Baggins?" Bilbo was suddenly interrupted. Looking to see who had intruded on his story, Bilbo smiled as he saw Legolas in the doorway, leaning against the frame. "I can't believe there's a soul in Rivendel who hasn't heard it."
"Well, these young ones haven't and they should get the pleasure of hearing how I made Prince Legolas of Mirkwood, the finest warrior in Middle Earth fall on his arse!" Legolas couldn't help laughing at the hobbit's explanation of his doings. "Why don't you join us, Prince Legolas? I'm sure you have some thrilling adventures of your own to share with us," Bilbo suggested, motioning to an empty seat.
"Why, thank you, Bilbo. I would love to join you, just as long as you finish your story of the Battle of Five Armies before these poor hobbits are subjected to my horrible story telling skills," Legolas said before limping over to the chair and plopping down gratefully. Bilbo raised an eyebrow at the prince's lack of his usual grace, but decided that was a story for him to tell.
"Very well then, where was I?"
"You were just telling us how fierce the Mirkwood elves were in battle," Sam put in helpfully.
"Ah yes, of course!" Bilbo cried before settling down and telling the tale once again, only this time with add-ins and affirmations from Legolas the entire time. At the end, all the hobbits were gazing at Legolas in wonder.
"Weren't you scared, Mister Legolas, sir?" asked Sam, feeling he wouldn't last a minute in a battle like that.
"Of course I was. Anyone who wasn't even the slightest bit scared when seeing such a vast army before them that was full of creatures out for their blood should be called a lunatic. Though, I must say, not even that is as frightening as encountering a Nazgul," Legolas said smiling at the hobbits. "Something I hear you little ones did with honor, especially for those that have never before seen them or heard their shrill cries in the night."
"Aww, we were just trying to help Frodo," Pippin said, blushing at the complement.
"That may have been, Master Took, but I have seen hardened warriors run from lesser evils, and I was quite impressed when Strider told me of your journey," Legolas said truthfully.
Bilbo laughed at the prince's complements. "You hear that, Lads? You shall all do well to remember the day that Legolas Greenleaf, who has been at the front lines, leading the war against the forces of Dol Guldur for millennia, complemented you so."
"You exaggerate my role, Bilbo," Legolas said, modestly. Bilbo was about to respond when an elf that looked a lot like Lord Elrond burst in.
"Legolas! What are you doing up!" the elf cried as soon as he laid eyes on the golden hared elf.
"If you wish to know, Elladan, it's because your father said I could, so if you have a problem with it, I suggest you take it up with your father," Legolas said, evenly, not allowing Elladan to protest. It was at that moment that Elladan noticed the hobbits.
"Oh, I'm sorry Bilbo. I did not realize you and your friends were in the company of this trouble maker," Elladan said, recovering from the embarrassment of having strangers hear his tirade.
"Quite all right, Elladan! It is doing the lads good to see what kind of activity is common among the sons of Elrond and the son of Thranduil," Bilbo said, laughing as the hobbits eyes bulged at the words, "sons of Elrond".
"Yes, well, someone has to keep him in check," said Elladan, sending an evil look at Legolas. Suddenly he looked as though he had just remembered something. "Oh yes, I forgot. I was supposed to tell you that it is time for you to make ready for the feast. You as well, Legolas." Elladan then approached Legolas, lending him a hand, which Legolas gladly took and used as leverage to heave himself out of the chair.
"It has been a pleasure, my friends, to join you in trading tales. I shall see you at the feast," Legolas said, giving a slight bow, much to the hobbits' embarrassment before exiting with Elladan.
"Well, that's something you don't see every day," Sam said after the young elven lords had left.
"Indeed it isn't, Lad. Though Legolas is a friendly person and an above average storyteller despite what he says, he seldom has time to enjoy the company of friends nowadays. The Shadow grows in his home and he is constantly at the front, leading the most southern scouting parties, raids, and patrols." Bilbo looked saddened as he said the things. "But come now," he said cheering up. "We have a feast to get ready for!"
Ok, that's it, and before you say it, yes, I know Legolas tripping over a log and being surprised by a hobbit is unlikely, but that's what makes Bilbo's story funny.
