Snowballed
A Lord of the Rings snippet by Deana Lisi
I don't own Legolas or Aragorn.
This was written for one of the Teitho Contests…I don't remember what I ate before writing this, but I'm sure you can blame it on the food, LOL!
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Legolas frowned as Aragorn plopped a hat on his head. "What are you doing!" he asked.
"Making sure you keep warm, so that you do not get ill!" said the human, grabbing his friend's hand and shoving it into a glove, picking it up when it fell as Legolas pulled away.
"What?" the Prince exclaimed, baffled. "Have you taken leave of your senses? Elves cannot get ill!"
Aragorn grabbed the elf's hand again and succeeded this time. "Has that fact ever stopped you before? Has that fact prevented you from almost dying more often than we can count? This way, the impossible won't have a chance to happen!" He wrapped a scarf around his friend's neck, accidentally wrapping it too tight.
Legolas gasped, unable to inhale as he stumbled back and tried to unwrap the scarf. He had to do it three times before he was able to breathe again. "Stop this!" he rasped, clutching his throat and backing against the wall. "I cannot get ill!"
Aragorn picked up the scarf and walked towards him, as if not hearing his words.
Legolas' nose suddenly tickled, and he sneezed.
Aragorn stopped dead, his mouth dropping open. "YOU SNEEZED!" he shouted.
"It was merely stirred up dust from the wall!" Legolas exclaimed.
The words fell on deaf ears as Aragorn wrapped the scarf around his neck again.
"Aaaargh!" Legolas exclaimed, sticking his hand between the scarf and his neck so he wouldn't strangle again.
Aragorn let go and Legolas tried to pull his hand out, but it was stuck. "Aragorn!" he exclaimed.
The human didn't notice his friend's dilemma as he brought over a heavy coat, plopping it on the elf's shoulders and sticking Legolas' left arm in it. He reached for the elf's right arm, but couldn't find it. "Legolas!" he shouted. "Where's your other arm! It's gone!"
"IT'S RIGHT HERE!" the elf screeched, frustrated. "Stuck! Thanks to YOU!"
"Oh good," said Aragorn, reaching up and grabbing his friend's arm. He yanked on it hard, abruptly pulling the unsuspecting elf to his knees.
"OW!" Legolas exclaimed, arm still stuck. "Ow! What are you DOING to me!"
Aragorn knelt and tugged on his friend's arm again, but the elf's words made him stop and frown. "What am I doing? I already told you. Are you ill already?" He felt Legolas' forehead, checking for fever.
"NO!" Legolas shouted, arm still stuck and knees sending numerous pain complaints to his brain. "NO, I am not ill! How can I be if I have not even gone outside yet!" He blinked. "I cannot get ill even if I do go outside! With NO COAT! Or a hat! Or gloooooooooves!"
The elf's outburst only served to make Aragorn think that something was truly wrong with him, and the human pushed Legolas to lie flat. "Be calm, my friend! You shall be well after I give you some healing herbs!"
Legolas watched as the human scurried away, shaking his head as he lay there—arm still stuck. He suddenly realized that this was his chance to get away, and he awkwardly got to his feet and dashed towards the door.
"No, Legolas!" he suddenly heard. "You cannot go out in the cold while ill!"
Legolas kept running, but when he turned to see if Aragorn followed, he slipped and rolled in the snow.
"AI!" he heard the human exclaim. "Now you are injured too!"
Blinking the snow from his eyes, Legolas realized that the tumble had somehow freed his arm from the scarf and he jumped up and faced Aragorn, who ran towards him.
Aragorn stopped dead and tried to duck from the white missile that suddenly flew at him.
"I—(splat)—AM—(splat)—NOT—(splat)—ILL!" Legolas shouted, using snowballs to emphasize his words.
Aragorn turned to run away from his friend, and the elf quickly gave chase.
"Legolas! Stop! Legolas!"
"Legolas?"
The Mirkwood Prince suddenly bolted upright from where he slept, blinking and looking around their campsite.
"Legolas?" Aragorn said again, sitting beside him. "You were thrashing in your sleep! Are you all right?"
"Of course!" Legolas shouted, still lost in his dream. "Elves do NOT GET ILL!"
Aragorn frowned. "I know that, mellon-nin..." His eyes widened when the elf suddenly grabbed a handful of snow and threw it at him. "What was that for?"
"For being an annoying human!" Legolas said.
Aragorn laughed, but gasped when another one hit him in the face.
Legolas didn't stop, enjoying his revenge.
Aragorn realized that he was in 'danger', and leaped to his feet. He ran the other way, his clothes quickly turning white as the elf continued to pelt him with snowballs.
Legolas caught up to the human and tackled him, throwing them both down in the snow. He grabbed the biggest snowball that he could make and squashed it on his friend's head.
Aragorn stared at him, completely bewildered, as chunks of snow fell from his hair.
"Well," said Legolas. "That was enjoyable." The elf stood, dusted himself off, and walked away.
Aragorn, quite bedraggled, watched as the elf walked back to the campsite. "What did I do?" he said.
THE END
Okaaaaaaaaay. LOL