A/N- I can NOT believe I am writing this. Can not, can NOT believe. Well,
I've done it anyways. This my friends, is a story dedicated to the
wonderful and totally kawaii Legolas. By the way, the song that he sings
is actually about the lady Nimrodel, I just took the liberty of altering
it. The original song and Lord of the Rings, belongs ENTIRELY to Tolkien.
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'Gimli, my friend. When we all return to our rightful homes, who would you be most glad to see?'
The dwarf looked at Legolas, clearly startled. The two of them had been sitting there under the trees, apart from the rest of the group in companionable silence when he had brought up the question.
'I-' he started in his gruff voice. 'I suppose my father. And my wife and children.'
Legolas stared at him with wide eyes. 'Your wife?'
Gimli raised his busy eyebrows at him. 'Yes, wife. Have a problem with that, Elf?'
The elf in question resumed gazing at the stars. 'Nay, peace Gimli. You just don't look like the type to be married with children.'
Gimli growled, but decided to keep silent. 'How about you?'
'What?'
The dwarf growled again, hands in mock threat straying to his ax. 'Who would you like to see?'
The elven prince looked suprised that the question had been asked to him, and he remained quiet.
After a while, Gimli tried again. 'A lover perhaps? There must be plenty back there for you, o prince.' He clasped his hands together beseechingly and fluttering his eyes, he said in a mock falsetto, 'Legolas, o Legolas, you're so handsome and wonderful--' He cut off as he ducked a swinging punch from his grinning friend.
'Shut up Dwarf,' said Legolas amiably. 'You're destroying all peace in these woods.'
Quiet resumed again until Gimli once again impatiently asked, 'Well?'
Then softly, like the night breeze, Legolas began to sing:
'An Elven-maid there was of old,
A shining fire by day:
Her mantle white was hemmed with gold,
Her shoes of silver-grey.
A flame was bound upon her brows,
A light was on her hair
As sun upon the golden boughs
In Mirkwood the fair.
Her hair was black and long and thick,
And proud she was and free;
And in the wind her feet moved swift
As the leaf of linden-tree.
Shiara! Shiara! they called to her by night.
The messenger is leaving, leaving
Leaving at dawn's first light;
And then she wept, for she was grieving, grieving.
Shiara! Shiara!
Beside the fires of Mirkodel,
By flames hot and bright,
Her tears as falling copper fell
Into the burning night.
Shiara! Shiara!
There Legolas's voice caught in his throat, and he turned away, for he did not want the dwarf to see the tears falling down his fair face. He swiftly wiped them away and shut off the longing in his voice, getting up and going to his blanket by the fire.
And Gimli stayed silent, for he had heard enough.
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A/N- Well??? Like it, hate it??? Please review everybody! Or you'll make poor me sad!
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'Gimli, my friend. When we all return to our rightful homes, who would you be most glad to see?'
The dwarf looked at Legolas, clearly startled. The two of them had been sitting there under the trees, apart from the rest of the group in companionable silence when he had brought up the question.
'I-' he started in his gruff voice. 'I suppose my father. And my wife and children.'
Legolas stared at him with wide eyes. 'Your wife?'
Gimli raised his busy eyebrows at him. 'Yes, wife. Have a problem with that, Elf?'
The elf in question resumed gazing at the stars. 'Nay, peace Gimli. You just don't look like the type to be married with children.'
Gimli growled, but decided to keep silent. 'How about you?'
'What?'
The dwarf growled again, hands in mock threat straying to his ax. 'Who would you like to see?'
The elven prince looked suprised that the question had been asked to him, and he remained quiet.
After a while, Gimli tried again. 'A lover perhaps? There must be plenty back there for you, o prince.' He clasped his hands together beseechingly and fluttering his eyes, he said in a mock falsetto, 'Legolas, o Legolas, you're so handsome and wonderful--' He cut off as he ducked a swinging punch from his grinning friend.
'Shut up Dwarf,' said Legolas amiably. 'You're destroying all peace in these woods.'
Quiet resumed again until Gimli once again impatiently asked, 'Well?'
Then softly, like the night breeze, Legolas began to sing:
'An Elven-maid there was of old,
A shining fire by day:
Her mantle white was hemmed with gold,
Her shoes of silver-grey.
A flame was bound upon her brows,
A light was on her hair
As sun upon the golden boughs
In Mirkwood the fair.
Her hair was black and long and thick,
And proud she was and free;
And in the wind her feet moved swift
As the leaf of linden-tree.
Shiara! Shiara! they called to her by night.
The messenger is leaving, leaving
Leaving at dawn's first light;
And then she wept, for she was grieving, grieving.
Shiara! Shiara!
Beside the fires of Mirkodel,
By flames hot and bright,
Her tears as falling copper fell
Into the burning night.
Shiara! Shiara!
There Legolas's voice caught in his throat, and he turned away, for he did not want the dwarf to see the tears falling down his fair face. He swiftly wiped them away and shut off the longing in his voice, getting up and going to his blanket by the fire.
And Gimli stayed silent, for he had heard enough.
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A/N- Well??? Like it, hate it??? Please review everybody! Or you'll make poor me sad!
