Okay. I am attempting to write this is one half hour.. .. -.-
Did you know that Boromir come up as Barmaid on my spell check? ^.^
This takes place right after chapter 8.
Chapter 9: Stomp on the little plastic ketchup packets.
Gimli chuckled, the small voices echoing to his own ears, and he wondered how the poor man could put up with the constant jabbering. Turning slightly, he discovered that Boramir was actually quite involved in the conversation; and that the boat was going off course.
Since he was already turned, Gimli glanced back to the elf.
True, Legolas looked better, being out in the sun and trees, but the elf was still to.. . well, melancholy. Now, he'd never been near as hyper as the hobbits, namely Merry and Pip, but he hadn't been so down either.
*He'd started to cheer in the great golden woods, at least until it was time to depart. 'Twas then that he asked of his weapons, and Merry had surrendered what he had carried. The lack of his bow did not escape the elf, and Gandalf had pulled him aside. That in itself had delayed them a day, for the elf ran off, and not one could find him, with the exception of the Lady.
Whatever the Lady told him for comfort was again unknown, but it seemed to work. And then, at the departing, when they received gifts, Legolas Greenleaf was given a bow that had once armed Galadhrim. And Gimli was named Lock-bearer, for he now carried three of the beautiful Lady's hair.*
Legolas had not smiled since before the mountain, and Gimli did feel somewhat at fault. He had been very persistent at having the company travel though Moria, and he had taken personal pleasure (at that time) in knowing that the wood-elf would be very uncomfortable in the underground halls.
In fact, Gimli and spoken to Gandalf about such, because as much as the others tried to pretend, or hide, or whatever, the fact that the elf was Legolas Thaundion**, Gimli already knew from the council. He also knew for a fact, Thanduil lived in a palace under the earth. Therefore, the Mirkwood prince should have not a problem with 'caves'.
Gandalf had laughed slightly, and told the diminutive dwarf that Legolas hadn't *** been in the castle since he was very young.
When the dwarf had discovered this, his main arrow of hatred diminished somewhat. That arrow had been forged mostly from the knowledge of whom the elf's father was, and Gimli's sound believe that the elf had been part of the imprisonment of his own father. Once he had found out that Legolas was leagues away, Gimli found he could not hold this elf at fault.
Now, Gimli was not one of these dwarfs who absolutely hates all things non- dwarfen, and he very much liked Lord Elrond's elfs, even though his two sons had played a couple dirty, rotten tricks on him when he was younger. But still, he enjoyed the company they gave.
And as the dwarf contemplated this, the more apparent it became that he had meet his traveling companion once before. 'Twas many year prior, when Gimli and his father had come to see the future King of Men with their own eyes. Legolas had been there, though he'd been introduced only as Greenleaf.
And so, this line of though brought Gimli the dwarf to the memories of Moria, and he clenched his fists.
It was then that a hand touched his shoulder, and the dwarf turned once more to behold the elfin gaze. Gimli smiled at the questioning look, and patted the elfin hand in reassurance. He then pondered of the age of his friend, for he felt their ties with each other strengthening as only the ties of friends can, for when he held the eyes of the elf, he felt as if he where gazing into the eyes of a child.
So Gimli turned, and his anger radiated from him briefly. Damn Aragon. Damn Ring.
Aragon grinned to himself as he emerged from Moria. Far off, the trees of the Golden Woods shone. And even though the Ring still tried to call for him, his heart longed only for the forgiveness or punishment, from his friends. If he cut though the lands below Lothloria, he might just be able to catch up. He only hoped they would give him a chance.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ *ah, just written for Lady Jessica Syring
** eh, yes. Is that how one would spell it?
***james tells me it was built in the first age, so I assume that was before Legolas was born. If it is incorrect, pretend it says , 'been in the castle since it was built.' – please bear with me. I have done a bit of research on it, but nothing found seems to be of help.
Well, so much for a half hour.. . more like 3 hours.. . I
Chapter 9: Stomp on the little plastic ketchup packets.
Gimli chuckled, the small voices echoing to his own ears, and he wondered how the poor man could put up with the constant jabbering. Turning slightly, he discovered that Boramir was actually quite involved in the conversation; and that the boat was going off course.
Since he was already turned, Gimli glanced back to the elf.
True, Legolas looked better, being out in the sun and trees, but the elf was still to.. . well, melancholy. Now, he'd never been near as hyper as the hobbits, namely Merry and Pip, but he hadn't been so down either.
*He'd started to cheer in the great golden woods, at least until it was time to depart. 'Twas then that he asked of his weapons, and Merry had surrendered what he had carried. The lack of his bow did not escape the elf, and Gandalf had pulled him aside. That in itself had delayed them a day, for the elf ran off, and not one could find him, with the exception of the Lady.
Whatever the Lady told him for comfort was again unknown, but it seemed to work. And then, at the departing, when they received gifts, Legolas Greenleaf was given a bow that had once armed Galadhrim. And Gimli was named Lock-bearer, for he now carried three of the beautiful Lady's hair.*
Legolas had not smiled since before the mountain, and Gimli did feel somewhat at fault. He had been very persistent at having the company travel though Moria, and he had taken personal pleasure (at that time) in knowing that the wood-elf would be very uncomfortable in the underground halls.
In fact, Gimli and spoken to Gandalf about such, because as much as the others tried to pretend, or hide, or whatever, the fact that the elf was Legolas Thaundion**, Gimli already knew from the council. He also knew for a fact, Thanduil lived in a palace under the earth. Therefore, the Mirkwood prince should have not a problem with 'caves'.
Gandalf had laughed slightly, and told the diminutive dwarf that Legolas hadn't *** been in the castle since he was very young.
When the dwarf had discovered this, his main arrow of hatred diminished somewhat. That arrow had been forged mostly from the knowledge of whom the elf's father was, and Gimli's sound believe that the elf had been part of the imprisonment of his own father. Once he had found out that Legolas was leagues away, Gimli found he could not hold this elf at fault.
Now, Gimli was not one of these dwarfs who absolutely hates all things non- dwarfen, and he very much liked Lord Elrond's elfs, even though his two sons had played a couple dirty, rotten tricks on him when he was younger. But still, he enjoyed the company they gave.
And as the dwarf contemplated this, the more apparent it became that he had meet his traveling companion once before. 'Twas many year prior, when Gimli and his father had come to see the future King of Men with their own eyes. Legolas had been there, though he'd been introduced only as Greenleaf.
And so, this line of though brought Gimli the dwarf to the memories of Moria, and he clenched his fists.
It was then that a hand touched his shoulder, and the dwarf turned once more to behold the elfin gaze. Gimli smiled at the questioning look, and patted the elfin hand in reassurance. He then pondered of the age of his friend, for he felt their ties with each other strengthening as only the ties of friends can, for when he held the eyes of the elf, he felt as if he where gazing into the eyes of a child.
So Gimli turned, and his anger radiated from him briefly. Damn Aragon. Damn Ring.
Aragon grinned to himself as he emerged from Moria. Far off, the trees of the Golden Woods shone. And even though the Ring still tried to call for him, his heart longed only for the forgiveness or punishment, from his friends. If he cut though the lands below Lothloria, he might just be able to catch up. He only hoped they would give him a chance.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ *ah, just written for Lady Jessica Syring
** eh, yes. Is that how one would spell it?
***james tells me it was built in the first age, so I assume that was before Legolas was born. If it is incorrect, pretend it says , 'been in the castle since it was built.' – please bear with me. I have done a bit of research on it, but nothing found seems to be of help.
Well, so much for a half hour.. . more like 3 hours.. . I