Oooh! Another chapter! I'm generous aren't I? Well actually - I'm not feeling well, so this is taking my mind off things... Still owning only Veborion and Myself. I'm real - he isn't. Honest.

Why Are We Waiting?

Three hours later and we were both still waiting for the spiders. Silence had fallen between the two of us, mainly because Veborion was now completely ignoring me. Well, not completely, he would have noticed if I decided to try and make a run for it. Unfortunately.

"This is taking too long."

I was stunned. Veborion was starting a conversation! Cautiously, I decided to answer him.

"Well, yeah. Has been a while. Are you sure the spiders are coming here?"

"I have lived in these forests for over 2000 years. I think I should know my way around by now - don't you?" He commented sarcastically.

Ouch. I winced. "No need to be nasty. I was just asking." A thought occurred to me. "Why is this taking too long? Am I keeping you from something?"

"Yes."

"Well, you could just, go y'know." I said hopefully.

"Let's see. Shall I leave you here all alone where you could run off? Hmm. NO!"

Damn.

***

Four hours later and Veborion was getting seriously impatient. And he was taking it out on me. What fun.

"Why should I be stuck here with a worthless creature such as yourself?"

"Well just go then!" I declared, beginning to get annoyed. I mean, it wasn't as if I wanted him to be here now was it?

"The spiders are late! I will be late!"

"Keep your hair on!" I said, chuckling at the evil glare he sent my way. "What's so important that you have to rush off for anyway?"

"My sister is getting married."

Wow. That was sudden. And very unexpected. "Legolas is getting married? Who's she marrying?"

"Gimli."

What?!? "Gimli? As in THE Gimli? As in Fellowship Gimli? As in Gimli, son of Gloin?"

"Yes."

"But..."

"But what?"

"He's a dwarf!"

"You are very observant, for a fan girl."

"But how can your sister marry a dwarf?"

"Well, we have the bride and the groom and the..."

"I know what the wedding ceremony is you imbecile!" I shouted. "I meant how can an elf marry a dwarf?"

"Why can't an elf marry a dwarf?"

"Because they hate each other!"

"Whatever gave you that idea?"

"Well, that's what the books say..."

"And you believe them?"

"Well, I er..." Yet again I was speechless. He sent yet another glare my way and snorted. I wasn't about to let his snort get away without a comment. "Next you'll be telling me there are no such things as hobbits."

"What makes you so sure there are?"

"WHAT?!?!"

***

Eventually, Veborion admitted that there were such things as hobbits. Thank goodness for that. I didn't think I could cope with any more shocks to the system. It might kill me. Well, at least if the spiders don't get there first, I mused. "Where the hell are the spiders?" I said the last thought aloud.

"I do not know." Came Veborion's morose answer. Seemed like he'd given up on them too.

"Can't you just let me go?" I pleaded.

"No."

"Dammit! I don't think I can take much more of this!"

"You believe that I am enjoying the experience?"

"Well, who else waits around to see if I'm going to be eaten?" I responded sulkily.

"I am merely obeying my King." He stated.

I sighed. This was getting me nowhere. Could things get any worse? I wondered. "No things cannot possibly get any worse." I declared aloud.

Idiot.

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Gimli's getting hitched - to Legolas! Good Grief! Can my Middle Earth adventure get any weirder? Probably. R&R please!