79 Flaunting.
"So, friend Gimli." Legolas trilled lightly from his perch upon the crumbling parapet of the deeping wall. "My count is bound to be higher than yours this time."
"Hmph!" the dwarf rumbled. "And how do you make that out you pointy eared princeling?"
"My arrows carry further than your axe of course!" Light laughter accompanied this statement as he rose to his feet and skipped over the unstable stones.
"Pah!" Gimli retorted half heartedly, his heart suddenly rising to his throat in fear that he would not show. "Once shot your arrows are gone, my axe remains to be used again."
"But I may retrieve my arrows friend Gimli." Legolas laughed louder as he perceived the dwarf's discomfort and began to pirouette and prance along the wall. "And of course, once my quiver is empty I have my knives."
"Legolas!" Gimli gasped as a stone dislodged from under the elf's foot nearly sending him to the ground many feet below.
"Come down and stop flaunting your so called extra special lightness of foot you foolish child!" The dwarf shouted more in fright than anger. "You are making my neck ache standing so high above me. Come down so we can compare figures properly!"
Gimli stomped over to where an orc lay sprawled in death over a large piece of fallen masonry, He thumped his axe into the creatures head and sat down, wiggling the axe distractedly as he listened to the rattle of stones falling. An indication of Legolas' movement as he left the heights and moved towards where the dwarf waited.
"Final count 42!"
Gimli smiled smugly to himself then raised his head to glare at the elf now thankfully standing before him on solid ground.
"Forty-two? Oh, that's not bad for a pointy-eared elvish princeling. Hmph! I myself am sitting pretty on forty-THREE."
A/N
Ok, so I suppose this one is a little lazy but I just couldn't think of better way to fill the prompt here. Sorry.
Hopefully the next one will be better.
