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Disclaimer: The characters are not mine, they all belong to Tolkien.
The Stranger
~Gimli~
Six weeks later I walked over to the river to get some water.
As I arrived there I saw a dark haired elf who sat who sat in the grass and seemed to be lost in thoughts.
He looked miserable, as if he was worried about something ... or someone.
Surely he hadn't eaten or slept enough for a couple of weeks.
He seemed to be tired and sad.
His horse was weary as well.
Slowly I walked over to him.
"Can I help you?" I asked.
He jumped slightly and then looked up to me.
His eyes full of pain.
"Maybe." He said finally. "I'm looking for a dwarf. His name is Gimli, Gloin's son."
I had no idea what I had to do with that stranger.
I was absolutely sure that I hadn't seen him before.
But nontheless I answered: "That's me."
His eyes widened. "Finally I found you." He whispered and stood up. "Maybe you can help me to find my son."
Now I could imagine who it was, but to be sure I asked him: "Who are you and who is your son."
"I'm King Thranduil from Mirkwood and I'm looking for my son Legolas."
To his surprise I laughed bitterly. "You are looking for your son?"
"Yes." He seemed to be confused.
"And what did you think when you drove him away?"
He sighed. "Nothing. I was drunk." He whispered and bowed his head in shame.
Thranduil looked so miserable that I couldn't help but feel pity.
But I didn't show him.
He had had no right to hurt his son so much and it wasn't easy to forgive him.
"And now you're sober, I guess."
"Yes, as Legolas left I finally realized how cruel I had been."
"Great." I said sarcasticly.
"Do you know where he is?"
I nodded. "Yes, he came to us about six weeks ago."
His eyes filled with relieve. "May I see him?"
"I don't know if he wants to see you."
"Please. I've done him wrong and I have to apologize." He sounded honest. "Even if he can't forgive me."
I knew it would be hard for Legolas, but I also knew how much he loved his father.
He needed to talk to him.
Slowly I turned and began to walk away.
"Follow me." I said finally.
To be continued
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine, they all belong to Tolkien.
The Stranger
~Gimli~
Six weeks later I walked over to the river to get some water.
As I arrived there I saw a dark haired elf who sat who sat in the grass and seemed to be lost in thoughts.
He looked miserable, as if he was worried about something ... or someone.
Surely he hadn't eaten or slept enough for a couple of weeks.
He seemed to be tired and sad.
His horse was weary as well.
Slowly I walked over to him.
"Can I help you?" I asked.
He jumped slightly and then looked up to me.
His eyes full of pain.
"Maybe." He said finally. "I'm looking for a dwarf. His name is Gimli, Gloin's son."
I had no idea what I had to do with that stranger.
I was absolutely sure that I hadn't seen him before.
But nontheless I answered: "That's me."
His eyes widened. "Finally I found you." He whispered and stood up. "Maybe you can help me to find my son."
Now I could imagine who it was, but to be sure I asked him: "Who are you and who is your son."
"I'm King Thranduil from Mirkwood and I'm looking for my son Legolas."
To his surprise I laughed bitterly. "You are looking for your son?"
"Yes." He seemed to be confused.
"And what did you think when you drove him away?"
He sighed. "Nothing. I was drunk." He whispered and bowed his head in shame.
Thranduil looked so miserable that I couldn't help but feel pity.
But I didn't show him.
He had had no right to hurt his son so much and it wasn't easy to forgive him.
"And now you're sober, I guess."
"Yes, as Legolas left I finally realized how cruel I had been."
"Great." I said sarcasticly.
"Do you know where he is?"
I nodded. "Yes, he came to us about six weeks ago."
His eyes filled with relieve. "May I see him?"
"I don't know if he wants to see you."
"Please. I've done him wrong and I have to apologize." He sounded honest. "Even if he can't forgive me."
I knew it would be hard for Legolas, but I also knew how much he loved his father.
He needed to talk to him.
Slowly I turned and began to walk away.
"Follow me." I said finally.
To be continued