Chapter 5: In which we discover whether it worked or not.
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Gimli awoke while the sun was still rising. He looked around, and located the elf leaning against a tree, plainly wide awake, but worried. "What's wrong?" he inquired.
"Aragorn has vanished." Legolas replied. "I saw him leave. He was sleeping, then we was muttering in his sleep, and suddenly he was bathed in golden light and vanished. I can only hope that it was the Lady Galadriel that summoned him to Lorien for some reason."
"Ach, Aragorn can take care of himself. But what should we do? Continue?" the dwarf wanted to know.
"I don't see why not. Galadriel can send him to wherever we are." Legolas replied.
"But what if it wasn't Galadriel that summoned him?" Gimli demanded. He was frowning.
"Look, if we wait here and Aragorn comes back from wherever he is, then there will be no hope of catching up to the Uruk-Hai. I'm hoping that Galadriel got our message and is solving the problem now," said the elf.
"Och." Realisation dawned on the dwarf. The elf was right. Wait, since when were elves right? This wasn't good. "Well, I suppose so." Gimli was careful to hide his confusion.
"Yes, Master Dwarf, elves are quite often correct in what they say and do, which is more than I can say for the dwarves."
"What? I said nothing!"
"You didn't need to." Legolas grinned at him. Gimli relented and returned the smile. Then he picked up his axe and began to run.
"You'd better hurry. Only the minority of pointy-ears that can keep up with me!" he yelled back. Legolas smiled and caught up with him in a few strides.
"But I'm not in the majority of 'pointy-ears', as you so charmingly named us."
"Gah."
LORIEN:
"So, did it work?" Elrond demanded.
"I don't know," Galadriel replied. "Arwen, why is your hair dirty?"
"Ew, it's dirty? I have to go wash it!" said Arwen, horrified.
"Aragorn, why did you wash?" Galadriel inquired.
"What? I - no! How could I?" Aragorn dashed off to dirty himself.
"I think it worked."
"Let's hope so."
"Excuse me, but-" Haldir poked his head in.
"No. Don't tell me. My sons are in Mirkwood, wreaking havoc"
"Something along those lines," Haldir agreed.
"Damn."
"You should go," Galadriel said. "Namaarie."
"Namaarie."
Elrond left, cursing. On his way back to Rivendell, he stopped at Mirkwood.
"Thranduil! How good to see you!" he said cheerfully.
"Elrond, you let your sons come and disturb everything again!" Thranduil yelled.
"What did they do this time?
"Replaced all of my best wine with grape juice."
"Well, what happened to the wine?"
"Put it in the plumbing system."
"So take a bath."
"Elrond."
"What?"
"That's not the point. I thought you had forbidden them to come here."
"I did, but after a certain age you can't control the blighters anymore!"
"Hmph."
"Don't you act like it's not true. It is, and you know it. What about your youngest?"
"What about him?"
"Don't you remember that time when Legolas, Aragorn, Elladan, and Elrohir watered all of the wine?" Elrond demanded.
"Don't even remind me."
BACK ON THE TRAIL OF THE URUK-HAI:
Aragorn appears on the plain right in front of where Legolas and Gimli are running. Gimli, of course, runs into him.
"What? Aragorn! Where were you, laddie?"
"I was in Lothlorien," the man replied. "Getting my, umm, problem fixed."
"Your problem? And what was that, pray tell, Aragorn," Legolas said sarcastically. "Or should I say Arwen now?"
Aragorn blushed. "No one told us that if an elf gives away her immortality that there are - well, side-effects!"
"Side-effects?" Legolas raised one eyebrow. "Aragorn, you kept arguing with yourself over whether you should bathe or not!"
"Erm, sorry about that," Aragorn said, embarrassed.
"So, you're back to normal?" Gimli inquired.
"Yes, I think so. There's no way to test it except for just going about your business," Aragorn replied.
"Well, let's hope it worked. Now we should really get moving again, we're wasting time," Legolas said, striding away.
Gimli and Aragorn started up, too. Aragorn caught up with Legolas and asked, "Well, how far have we gotten?"
"We? Gimli and I have traveled a good deal farther. Does it matter? We're catching up, come on!" Legolas glared at his friend and picked up speed. Aragorn sighed and continued to run.
LOTHLORIEN:
"Galadriel, what did you need that box for? The one that I put in there before the thing.*" Celeborn asked his wife.
"Nothing," she said evasively.
"You needed it for something."
"Says who?"
"Me."
"So?"
"I'm co-ruler of Lothlorien. Your husband. Now tell me, what did you need it for? That little ceremony certainly didn't fix the problem."
"Well," Galadriel said, smiling, "it should have. Or, if that was the only problem, then it should have."
Celeborn looked at her suspiciously. "What did you do, my dear?"
"Well, you know how Arwen tried to give her immortality to Aragorn and their personalities switched?"
"Ye-es. What's your point?"
"Well, that's fixed, true enough. But, well," Galadriel smiled, a glint of mischief in her starry eyes. "These things can backfire sometimes. You know, if maybe they start to look like each other, physically. I don't know, maybe if Arwen and Aragorn weren't sincere. Not that me or that chest had anything to do with it." Galadriel glanced over to it.
"And it just so happens that there is magic in there that can cause that type of thing. Coincidence, don't you know. Am I right?" Celeborn said, grinning.
"Why, yes. It's all about coincidence," Galadriel replied, and they walked gracefully away, Galadriel to go look in the Mirror, and Celeborn to hang out with Haldir and the other Marchwardens.
"Oh, and Celeborn!" Galadriel called back.
"Yes?"
"I'm throwing a party tonight at 8. Bring anyone you like."
"What are we doing?"
"Watching how the day went with the lovers, of course!"
"Then I shall be there!"
Galadriel grinned, Celeborn chuckled, and they continued on their ways.
ON THE TRAIL:
"Aragorn, is it just me, or is your hair a little longer than usual?"
*I don't believe this was mentioned before, but it happened. Really. I didn't just make this up now.
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Gimli awoke while the sun was still rising. He looked around, and located the elf leaning against a tree, plainly wide awake, but worried. "What's wrong?" he inquired.
"Aragorn has vanished." Legolas replied. "I saw him leave. He was sleeping, then we was muttering in his sleep, and suddenly he was bathed in golden light and vanished. I can only hope that it was the Lady Galadriel that summoned him to Lorien for some reason."
"Ach, Aragorn can take care of himself. But what should we do? Continue?" the dwarf wanted to know.
"I don't see why not. Galadriel can send him to wherever we are." Legolas replied.
"But what if it wasn't Galadriel that summoned him?" Gimli demanded. He was frowning.
"Look, if we wait here and Aragorn comes back from wherever he is, then there will be no hope of catching up to the Uruk-Hai. I'm hoping that Galadriel got our message and is solving the problem now," said the elf.
"Och." Realisation dawned on the dwarf. The elf was right. Wait, since when were elves right? This wasn't good. "Well, I suppose so." Gimli was careful to hide his confusion.
"Yes, Master Dwarf, elves are quite often correct in what they say and do, which is more than I can say for the dwarves."
"What? I said nothing!"
"You didn't need to." Legolas grinned at him. Gimli relented and returned the smile. Then he picked up his axe and began to run.
"You'd better hurry. Only the minority of pointy-ears that can keep up with me!" he yelled back. Legolas smiled and caught up with him in a few strides.
"But I'm not in the majority of 'pointy-ears', as you so charmingly named us."
"Gah."
LORIEN:
"So, did it work?" Elrond demanded.
"I don't know," Galadriel replied. "Arwen, why is your hair dirty?"
"Ew, it's dirty? I have to go wash it!" said Arwen, horrified.
"Aragorn, why did you wash?" Galadriel inquired.
"What? I - no! How could I?" Aragorn dashed off to dirty himself.
"I think it worked."
"Let's hope so."
"Excuse me, but-" Haldir poked his head in.
"No. Don't tell me. My sons are in Mirkwood, wreaking havoc"
"Something along those lines," Haldir agreed.
"Damn."
"You should go," Galadriel said. "Namaarie."
"Namaarie."
Elrond left, cursing. On his way back to Rivendell, he stopped at Mirkwood.
"Thranduil! How good to see you!" he said cheerfully.
"Elrond, you let your sons come and disturb everything again!" Thranduil yelled.
"What did they do this time?
"Replaced all of my best wine with grape juice."
"Well, what happened to the wine?"
"Put it in the plumbing system."
"So take a bath."
"Elrond."
"What?"
"That's not the point. I thought you had forbidden them to come here."
"I did, but after a certain age you can't control the blighters anymore!"
"Hmph."
"Don't you act like it's not true. It is, and you know it. What about your youngest?"
"What about him?"
"Don't you remember that time when Legolas, Aragorn, Elladan, and Elrohir watered all of the wine?" Elrond demanded.
"Don't even remind me."
BACK ON THE TRAIL OF THE URUK-HAI:
Aragorn appears on the plain right in front of where Legolas and Gimli are running. Gimli, of course, runs into him.
"What? Aragorn! Where were you, laddie?"
"I was in Lothlorien," the man replied. "Getting my, umm, problem fixed."
"Your problem? And what was that, pray tell, Aragorn," Legolas said sarcastically. "Or should I say Arwen now?"
Aragorn blushed. "No one told us that if an elf gives away her immortality that there are - well, side-effects!"
"Side-effects?" Legolas raised one eyebrow. "Aragorn, you kept arguing with yourself over whether you should bathe or not!"
"Erm, sorry about that," Aragorn said, embarrassed.
"So, you're back to normal?" Gimli inquired.
"Yes, I think so. There's no way to test it except for just going about your business," Aragorn replied.
"Well, let's hope it worked. Now we should really get moving again, we're wasting time," Legolas said, striding away.
Gimli and Aragorn started up, too. Aragorn caught up with Legolas and asked, "Well, how far have we gotten?"
"We? Gimli and I have traveled a good deal farther. Does it matter? We're catching up, come on!" Legolas glared at his friend and picked up speed. Aragorn sighed and continued to run.
LOTHLORIEN:
"Galadriel, what did you need that box for? The one that I put in there before the thing.*" Celeborn asked his wife.
"Nothing," she said evasively.
"You needed it for something."
"Says who?"
"Me."
"So?"
"I'm co-ruler of Lothlorien. Your husband. Now tell me, what did you need it for? That little ceremony certainly didn't fix the problem."
"Well," Galadriel said, smiling, "it should have. Or, if that was the only problem, then it should have."
Celeborn looked at her suspiciously. "What did you do, my dear?"
"Well, you know how Arwen tried to give her immortality to Aragorn and their personalities switched?"
"Ye-es. What's your point?"
"Well, that's fixed, true enough. But, well," Galadriel smiled, a glint of mischief in her starry eyes. "These things can backfire sometimes. You know, if maybe they start to look like each other, physically. I don't know, maybe if Arwen and Aragorn weren't sincere. Not that me or that chest had anything to do with it." Galadriel glanced over to it.
"And it just so happens that there is magic in there that can cause that type of thing. Coincidence, don't you know. Am I right?" Celeborn said, grinning.
"Why, yes. It's all about coincidence," Galadriel replied, and they walked gracefully away, Galadriel to go look in the Mirror, and Celeborn to hang out with Haldir and the other Marchwardens.
"Oh, and Celeborn!" Galadriel called back.
"Yes?"
"I'm throwing a party tonight at 8. Bring anyone you like."
"What are we doing?"
"Watching how the day went with the lovers, of course!"
"Then I shall be there!"
Galadriel grinned, Celeborn chuckled, and they continued on their ways.
ON THE TRAIL:
"Aragorn, is it just me, or is your hair a little longer than usual?"
*I don't believe this was mentioned before, but it happened. Really. I didn't just make this up now.
So, you liked it? Loved it? Hated it? Attempted to blow your computer up because you're filled with such hatred towards those who do anything at all to your beloved characters and despise fanfiction as the root of all evil and/or the spawn of the devil? (Yes, I am making fun of you) Please, I would love to know!
Incurelf.
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Or you could review if you're just wondering what the hell that code is. Yes, it's a code, yes, it means something. But do me a favour and if you do review just for that at least tell me if you liked or didn't like the story. I'm needy. I need reviews. :-D Love to all, mwah!
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Never mind
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