1 Chapter 4 – Wasting Time
Deep in the forest of Lalelasill is where they did rest, and the time they did spend there seemed like forever, at least in Legolas's mind. This time around Boromir and Legolas did the duty of searching out firewood, while the rest sat around chatting away.
There was silence between Boromir and Legolas as they walked deeper into Lalelasill to find some wood for the small fire they would soon create. Boromir noticed how pale Legolas's face had become now, and it was hard to tell if an elf was unusually pale seeing that their complexions are very fair to begin with. But this was very obvious. "Is there something wrong, Legolas?" Boromir asked without hesitating. "You've been acting very strange lately, you're making me very suspicious." Legolas didn't even respond. He didn't want someone else on his case. Boromir disliked being ignored, so he tried to get at least a little smile to come from Legolas's worried face. He got down on his knees right in front of Legolas, stopping him in his tracks, and tried to be as dramatic as possible. He clasped his hands together shaking them for the "dramatic" effect he wanted in front of Legolas, as if begging to be told what the problem was. "Please dearest Prince of Mirkwood! I promise not to tell a single soul!"
Legolas did crack a small smile, and started to laugh a little. "You are completely ridiculous." Legolas said purposely with a superior tone. He shook his head and walked around Boromir, still on his knees but now hanging his head down in disappointment. Boromir stood up suddenly, surprised at the new thought that arose in his mind.
"This has to do with Aragorn, doesn't it?" Boromir asked slowly, realizing that his guess to what was wrong was pretty much right on target. He began to smile, for Legolas stopped almost instantly after this question, and Boromir knew in that moment that he had to be correct. Legolas cautiously turned around to face Boromir who was a few feet away from him. His face was no longer pale, but was now turning red, either from embarrassment that someone else had noticed his raging jealousy, or from anger simply caused by hearing the name Aragorn; the name that he was growing to envy and detest.
"Why do you waste so much time asking silly questions? We need to find some wood. Let's go." Legolas turned back around hastily and continued walking through the corrupt forest surrounding them. Boromir grinned and began to walk with him. "So is it true then?" Boromir sneaked the question in for one last try. "Nevermind it." Legolas replied immediately as not to bring up the subject again. Boromir sighed and together they eventually found some wood for their fire.
As the two returned from the deepest parts of Lalelasill, they found the rest of the Fellowship carrying on as they did before. The hobbits were talking about their favorite foods back in the Shire, and whom they missed the most. Gimli listened intently to their conversation, while Aragorn sat back on a damp rock smoking his pipe. Boromir sat next to Aragorn and whispered something to him. This made Legolas very nervous because he was fearful that Boromir was telling him something about their conversation while looking for wood. Aragorn blew the smoke out of his mouth slowly as he listened carefully to Boromir's quiet words, and Aragorn's gaze that was then on the grass gradually moved to Legolas. Legolas could feel his heart pounding hard now, and the blood circulating his body began to rise in temperature. He decided it would do him no good to stand around and let them stare and whisper about him (at least that's what he thought they were doing), so he decided to lie down close to the fire and stare into the gigantic mass above him as he did the night before.
The flames in the crackling fire could be seen in Legolas's bright blue eyes as he listened to the hobbits' playful laughter close by. The cool wind was blowing softly now, and it pushed his long blonde hair across his face, which he shoved away reflexively. He wanted to be alone. Away from the others for awhile, but he couldn't just leave. But what about those voices? He smiled as he thought about the things they said to him. He very much thought their messages were true, and wished they would come back and speak to him again. Maybe…just maybe he could find them for himself. He was in this devilish forest, and they most likely lived in this forest. He had an idea. If he dozed off for awhile, they would possibly come back. Why not? He felt he had nothing to lose.
So he did it. He closed his eyes with almost no effort, and he was absolutely out of it.
"It looks as though Legolas has finally fallen asleep, and without a night terror either!" Aragorn said jokingly to himself. He put out the fire, and the seven laid close together on the moist forest floor to try to get some sleep.
*~*~*~*~*~* Some time later in the night… *~*~*~*~*~*
Frodo, being the opposite of a sound sleeper opened his eyes carefully to see that everyone was still around him. He sat up and rubbed his eyes so he could see as well as he could in the blackness all around him. He counted the figures lying close to him. He counted – 1, 2, 3, 4 hobbits including himself, 1 dwarf, 2 humans, and…
WAIT! Frodo jumped to his feet and shook Aragorn fiercely. "Aragorn! ARAGORN!" Frodo whined and felt tears soon coming to his big blue eyes. Aragorn shocked as ever practically flew up from the ground. "What is it? What's going on?"
They were now all awake by all the noise Frodo had made. Frodo didn't even have to continue, and he almost couldn't because hot tears were beginning to blind his eyes. Aragorn was stunned. And so was everyone else.
"Where is Legolas???"
Deep in the forest of Lalelasill is where they did rest, and the time they did spend there seemed like forever, at least in Legolas's mind. This time around Boromir and Legolas did the duty of searching out firewood, while the rest sat around chatting away.
There was silence between Boromir and Legolas as they walked deeper into Lalelasill to find some wood for the small fire they would soon create. Boromir noticed how pale Legolas's face had become now, and it was hard to tell if an elf was unusually pale seeing that their complexions are very fair to begin with. But this was very obvious. "Is there something wrong, Legolas?" Boromir asked without hesitating. "You've been acting very strange lately, you're making me very suspicious." Legolas didn't even respond. He didn't want someone else on his case. Boromir disliked being ignored, so he tried to get at least a little smile to come from Legolas's worried face. He got down on his knees right in front of Legolas, stopping him in his tracks, and tried to be as dramatic as possible. He clasped his hands together shaking them for the "dramatic" effect he wanted in front of Legolas, as if begging to be told what the problem was. "Please dearest Prince of Mirkwood! I promise not to tell a single soul!"
Legolas did crack a small smile, and started to laugh a little. "You are completely ridiculous." Legolas said purposely with a superior tone. He shook his head and walked around Boromir, still on his knees but now hanging his head down in disappointment. Boromir stood up suddenly, surprised at the new thought that arose in his mind.
"This has to do with Aragorn, doesn't it?" Boromir asked slowly, realizing that his guess to what was wrong was pretty much right on target. He began to smile, for Legolas stopped almost instantly after this question, and Boromir knew in that moment that he had to be correct. Legolas cautiously turned around to face Boromir who was a few feet away from him. His face was no longer pale, but was now turning red, either from embarrassment that someone else had noticed his raging jealousy, or from anger simply caused by hearing the name Aragorn; the name that he was growing to envy and detest.
"Why do you waste so much time asking silly questions? We need to find some wood. Let's go." Legolas turned back around hastily and continued walking through the corrupt forest surrounding them. Boromir grinned and began to walk with him. "So is it true then?" Boromir sneaked the question in for one last try. "Nevermind it." Legolas replied immediately as not to bring up the subject again. Boromir sighed and together they eventually found some wood for their fire.
As the two returned from the deepest parts of Lalelasill, they found the rest of the Fellowship carrying on as they did before. The hobbits were talking about their favorite foods back in the Shire, and whom they missed the most. Gimli listened intently to their conversation, while Aragorn sat back on a damp rock smoking his pipe. Boromir sat next to Aragorn and whispered something to him. This made Legolas very nervous because he was fearful that Boromir was telling him something about their conversation while looking for wood. Aragorn blew the smoke out of his mouth slowly as he listened carefully to Boromir's quiet words, and Aragorn's gaze that was then on the grass gradually moved to Legolas. Legolas could feel his heart pounding hard now, and the blood circulating his body began to rise in temperature. He decided it would do him no good to stand around and let them stare and whisper about him (at least that's what he thought they were doing), so he decided to lie down close to the fire and stare into the gigantic mass above him as he did the night before.
The flames in the crackling fire could be seen in Legolas's bright blue eyes as he listened to the hobbits' playful laughter close by. The cool wind was blowing softly now, and it pushed his long blonde hair across his face, which he shoved away reflexively. He wanted to be alone. Away from the others for awhile, but he couldn't just leave. But what about those voices? He smiled as he thought about the things they said to him. He very much thought their messages were true, and wished they would come back and speak to him again. Maybe…just maybe he could find them for himself. He was in this devilish forest, and they most likely lived in this forest. He had an idea. If he dozed off for awhile, they would possibly come back. Why not? He felt he had nothing to lose.
So he did it. He closed his eyes with almost no effort, and he was absolutely out of it.
"It looks as though Legolas has finally fallen asleep, and without a night terror either!" Aragorn said jokingly to himself. He put out the fire, and the seven laid close together on the moist forest floor to try to get some sleep.
*~*~*~*~*~* Some time later in the night… *~*~*~*~*~*
Frodo, being the opposite of a sound sleeper opened his eyes carefully to see that everyone was still around him. He sat up and rubbed his eyes so he could see as well as he could in the blackness all around him. He counted the figures lying close to him. He counted – 1, 2, 3, 4 hobbits including himself, 1 dwarf, 2 humans, and…
WAIT! Frodo jumped to his feet and shook Aragorn fiercely. "Aragorn! ARAGORN!" Frodo whined and felt tears soon coming to his big blue eyes. Aragorn shocked as ever practically flew up from the ground. "What is it? What's going on?"
They were now all awake by all the noise Frodo had made. Frodo didn't even have to continue, and he almost couldn't because hot tears were beginning to blind his eyes. Aragorn was stunned. And so was everyone else.
"Where is Legolas???"