Chapter Seven: Mirkwood Part 2
To Gimli's delight he sees the fair Sun peeking through the tops of the trees, and he shouts out in delight, cheering for the beautiful morning; whereas, the night seemed to drag itself, making Gimli itch and squirm to get out of the dreadful hole.
"The Sun has finally decided to show its glorious face!" Gimli shouts in glee, waking the Elf up from his precious dream. "Now I can get out of this hole of a thing."
"Yes," Legolas says, awake from his sleep, and immediately starting to count down the seconds when he can expose Gimli to pure humiliation, "but it depends if I can get any help to come over."
"You better go and get help," Gimli snarls, glaring at the Elf with a burning, smoldering fire in his beady eyes.
"Alright, but be patient, my friend," the Elf sighs out, searching with his acute eyes for an Elf. "Wait here while I go search for help," and he dashes across the forest, not even waiting for a reply from the Dwarf. He runs side by side with the wind, a secret race between them of who can find the closest Elf.
Legolas spots an Elf a few meters away, and he gives in a sudden burst of speed, his eyes trained on his prey. But the wind quickly catches its own (actually Legolas') and howls with laughter as it reaches the Elf quicker than Legolas.
The Elf whirls around and stops Legolas cold in his tracks with a frosty gaze. The Elf finally realizes that he's staring at his own Prince. "Prince," he says, kneeling down onto one knee, his head bowed in respect. "What brings you here back to your home?"
"Up! No need to kneel before me. Save it for the King," Legolas demands the other Elf, gesturing with his hands for him to get up. "What is more important is that a friend of mine is in dire need of help."
"That Elf," Gimli grunts to himself, gripping onto the slick muddy wall, finding another foothold for himself. "It's been a good half an hour since he left. Might as well get out myself."
You see, Dwarves aren't so patient as Hobbits or the other races. In fact they're the most impatient of all the races.
The Dwarf finally struggles out of the hole, heaving out a sigh. Beads of sweat dot his forehead, and he wipes them away.
"If I've know I could've done this I would've done it last night!" he bellows, infuriated with himself. Now he's all alone in this forest that holds whatever kind of surprises.
Gimli starts walking aimlessly around the forest, looking over his shoulder warily at time to time. He makes sure not to blunder about and takes timid steps so as to not to fall into another dreadful hole.
"Huh, I think I heard Legolas go this way?" Gimli murmurs to himself, his face twisted in confusion. To tell the truth he actually has no idea where Legolas went. Unfortunately, that means he's lost in some part of the forest.
"My friend," Legolas bounds over to the hole, peering into it to see his friend, "I've got three Elves to help me haul you back up to level ground."
He waits anxiously for a disgruntled answer, but he receives none, confusing the Elf.
"Prince Legolas," the three Elves say in unison, stopping right behind him. "On your command we shall help you with your needs."
Legolas is deathly quiet, and the three Elves share a look of wonderment of why he won't reply.
"One of you please go down this hole and tell me if anyone is down there," the Prince commands, looking at them with a steely gaze with his chocolate brown eyes.
An Elf comes forwards and cautiously goes down, reaching the bottom without a sound. "There is no one, my Prince!" the Elf calls out, wondering exactly what his Prince wanted them to rescue.
In a flash Legolas darts for the trees, leaving the other two Elves dumb-founded. The Prince is in heavy pursuit to look for his friend, not believing that Gimli actually hauled his fat bottom out of there by himself.
Already I have lost you twice here Legolas thinks to himself, his light feet not even leaving a footprint on the leaf covered ground. Where have you gone? I am not your care-keeper! So hurry and show me where you are.
"Gimli!" Legolas cries out, his melodious voice cracking. "Master Dwarf, where are you?"
The reply the Elf is given is a skitter on the ground from a small animal rustling through the fallen leaves, a hawk's cry some miles away, and a suffocating silence.
"You leave me troubled for your sake once again, Gimli," Legolas says mournfully, a great worry picking at him.
Meanwhile, Gimli is wandering deeper and deeper into the darker parts of Mirkwood where the resting spiders are soon to be roused from their deep slumber…
Hi guys! Well, I posted this on *drum-roll please* my birthday! Ya. I'm pretty old now. Well...actually not quite that old yet, but still old.
OMG, Gimli got lost again! You are such a fool at times. -.- And lol Legolas' voice cracked.
I hope y'all enjoyed this new chapter!
-A.
