1 Chapter 2: Trippin through the village
As the sun was setting over the small mountain range in the distance, the fellowship were just approaching the gates of a small city, surrounded by high white walls which sparkled with the reflection of a large blue lake.
The hobbits especially were impressed, though the city was nothing to rival Rivendell the surrounding countryside was beautiful and the walls were bright.
Legolas though, was not in a position to appreciate this, Aragorn had released his hands on sight of the city but was still keeping a close eye on him. As he walked at the back of the fellowship scuffing his feet in the ground, head down, he did not have a chance to admire the view.
Had he looked up though, his sharp elvan sight would have noticed that there were many pockmarks in the glittering white walls and the tall iron gates had sustained some damage.
It was not until they were closer that the fellowship were able to observe these things.
The walls looked as if the city were at war, though the alert guards standing by the gates let them in easily enough.
Once within the walls they were overcome by the normal noise and bustle of the city, merchants advertised their wares, shoppers navigated the stalls and horse drawn carts ferried passengers through the streets.
Gandalf and Aragorn stopped several people and came back with the same answer as to what had damaged the city: monsters, foul, evil gruesome ones at that, which had smelt of death. They had been making nightly attacks on the city, destroying their crops and orchards and attempting to break down the walls and the gate. It was clear to the fellowship that this was the work of Orcs.
Despite the busy atmosphere it was plain that the city folk were nervous and afraid.
Gandalf had decided that they had better find the leaders of the city, to see if they could ascertain where the Orcs were coming from.
Just as they were passing a food stall Legolas paused as the smell of baking bread reached his nose causing his stomach to growl hungrily.
He had refused to allow Aragorn to spoon-feed him, and all the rangers' attempts had earned him a fair amount of food over his face and shirt.
Now it was Legolas who was paying, as hunger pangs assaulted his stomach. His head rose sharply and he eyed some of the bread hungrily. Briefly he was wondered if Aragorn would permit them to stop so he could buy some, when sudden pandemonium broke out around him.
A woman screamed, as Legolas looked up at her he was surprised to see that she was pointing at him. Soon others joined in. And the entire market place was in uproar.
Legolas looked about himself in bewilderment, what were they screaming about?
"Monster!" the woman yelled as she pointed
Produce began to fly at the elf, and before he knew what was happening, fruit, vegetables, and eggs were flying towards him. He managed to duck an unlucky chicken that was also thrown his way.
As the pelting of all that was handy began to cease, Legolas saw that soldiers, alerted by the cries were closing in on him.
The elf wondered what he should do, he couldn't fire an arrow in the crowd and Aragorn had confiscated his knife when he had caught him attempting to sever the rope with it.
He was spared the indecision when Aragorn ran up behind him and grabbed his arm; he was having similar problems with the close proximity of the crowd.
"Run" he suggested, and pulled the elf behind him with a lurch as they dashed through the streets.
Luckily it did not take them long to lose the soldiers in the crowded streets, despite the screaming citizens.
As they huddled in a dark and narrow ally Aragorn looked up at the elf, Legolas supposed he should have expected what he did next as it seemed that lately the world was against him, and his elfish pride had suffered greatly. The ranger began to laugh, though quietly so as not to attract unwanted attention. Silent tears ran down his face as he stared at the elf.
Legolas stood dripping with fruit pulp, egg yolk and chicken feathers, a single drop of yolk dribbled down his face and off his nose. This only caused the man to laugh harder before he finally pulled the elvan cloak from his pack.
At this Legolas looked at him questioningly.
"I need a bath! I'm not cold"
"It's your skin," Aragorn explained, " they think you're an Orc"
Legolas face scrunched up in disgust " I look nothing like an Orc, red patches or no!"
"They're frightened, how good a look do you think they had of the Orcs? Now just put this on and make sure you cover your face"
Legolas did has he was bid and before long one man and one slight cloaked figure dripping a suspicious viscous yellow substance mixed with tomato seeds and feathers walked out of the ally into the street.
"Now we just have to find the others" the ranger said "I hope they're not in too much trouble"
* * *
Pippin and Merry looked about themselves, the city dwellers appeared to have calmed down somewhat, though troops of soldiers still patrolled the area.
They had become separated from the rest of the party in the chaos. They'd been enjoying the sights and smells of the city when suddenly there was shouting, and soldiers began to run towards Legolas. Aragorn had also ran towards the elf while Gandalf, Gimli, Frodo and Sam had attempted to halt another troop of soldiers who had came up from behind.
The two hobbits had decided to lend their swords to the elf and man and so had raced off in that direction. However when they arrived on the site, only broken eggs, pureed fruit, and one bewildered chicken indicated that the elf had ever stood there.
Surprised, they had turned, only to find that the rest also had seemingly vanished.
After searching for what they deemed a considerable time, they found themselves back at their starting point.
Pippin looked about in confusions, still looking for the others, only to find nothing. Merry did they same though he did not come up with naught.
"The others are lost perhaps, but I'll bet they are safe, Frodo and Sam have Gimli and Gandalf and Strider and Legolas each the other, what is to stop us from having a few pints?" the hobbit said with a smile as he gestured to a tavern to their right.
Pippin agreed heartily, after all, this searching worked up a thirst, and whistling a merry tune they walked into the tavern.
* * *
Legolas and Aragorn had been searching the city for hours. They had travelled almost every street. But all attempts to enter buildings had failed. Legolas was beginning to smell quite putrid now that the eggs and rotten fruit had been heating in the sun for awhile. Apparently this not a welcome smell to have on your door step, and they had, had several doors slammed shut before Aragorn could even utter the first syllable.
They were just now back at the site where they had lost the rest of the fellowship, Aragorn walked a few paces behind the elf and was subtlety trying to cover his nose with his cloak.
"This is not getting us anywhere," the elf said sullenly as he swiftly turned his head around, trying to catch the man in the act of covering his nose. Aragorn had removed his hand and now grimaced only slightly as he spoke to the elf.
"Yes I suppose coming back here was not the best way to …"
The ranger was interrupted when a nearby tavern door was flung open and two small figures were thrown onto the pavement.
The small creatures sprang up and ran to the now closing door and shook their fists.
"We're not children you rotten swine" Merry cried now banging on the closed door
Pippin stopped and his eyes began to water.
"You know I think we must be near the sewage, it doesn't half smell bad around here"
Merry turned to look at him and in turn saw Strider and a … cloaked figure from which the smell seemed to be emanating.
"Strider, we've found you at last," he said loudly, grinning
Pippin turned around in surprise
"Yes we've been going to great lengths to search for you" Pippin agreed, smoothly switching from outright anger to outright lying.
"I can see that" Strider said as he looked at the tavern "come help us search for the others, do you know where they went?"
"No, er …… who is your friend" the hobbit asked
"Its me" the cloak hissed
Merry looked taken aback and tried to peer under the hood
"Oh yes, it is, is it?"
"I'm Legolas" the cloak said with annoyance as the elf pulled back his hood and then quickly put it back on again once the hobbits had seen who he was.
"Oh good" said Pippin " We thought you might have been a Hobo Strider picked up"
Legolas glared at them
"Come on lets get moving" said Aragorn, trying to diffuse the situation.
They began to walk down the street once more, everybody keeping a tactful distance from the elf.
"So Legolas, when are you planning on having a bath?" asked Pippin
"Aragorn, can I have my knife back?"
The ranger passed it to him and the two hobbits wisely shut up
Next week's episode, we find out what happened to everyone else and they all get together again, there is a council about the Orcs, which Legolas can't attend for certain, reasons.
Oh and also the itching intensifies.
Lol also try reading my other work "Snappy dressing guy gets hit on the head" Primary a Boromir fic but also features in large parts, Aragorn, Legolas and the hobbits.
As always please review, for questions comments, or anything.
As the sun was setting over the small mountain range in the distance, the fellowship were just approaching the gates of a small city, surrounded by high white walls which sparkled with the reflection of a large blue lake.
The hobbits especially were impressed, though the city was nothing to rival Rivendell the surrounding countryside was beautiful and the walls were bright.
Legolas though, was not in a position to appreciate this, Aragorn had released his hands on sight of the city but was still keeping a close eye on him. As he walked at the back of the fellowship scuffing his feet in the ground, head down, he did not have a chance to admire the view.
Had he looked up though, his sharp elvan sight would have noticed that there were many pockmarks in the glittering white walls and the tall iron gates had sustained some damage.
It was not until they were closer that the fellowship were able to observe these things.
The walls looked as if the city were at war, though the alert guards standing by the gates let them in easily enough.
Once within the walls they were overcome by the normal noise and bustle of the city, merchants advertised their wares, shoppers navigated the stalls and horse drawn carts ferried passengers through the streets.
Gandalf and Aragorn stopped several people and came back with the same answer as to what had damaged the city: monsters, foul, evil gruesome ones at that, which had smelt of death. They had been making nightly attacks on the city, destroying their crops and orchards and attempting to break down the walls and the gate. It was clear to the fellowship that this was the work of Orcs.
Despite the busy atmosphere it was plain that the city folk were nervous and afraid.
Gandalf had decided that they had better find the leaders of the city, to see if they could ascertain where the Orcs were coming from.
Just as they were passing a food stall Legolas paused as the smell of baking bread reached his nose causing his stomach to growl hungrily.
He had refused to allow Aragorn to spoon-feed him, and all the rangers' attempts had earned him a fair amount of food over his face and shirt.
Now it was Legolas who was paying, as hunger pangs assaulted his stomach. His head rose sharply and he eyed some of the bread hungrily. Briefly he was wondered if Aragorn would permit them to stop so he could buy some, when sudden pandemonium broke out around him.
A woman screamed, as Legolas looked up at her he was surprised to see that she was pointing at him. Soon others joined in. And the entire market place was in uproar.
Legolas looked about himself in bewilderment, what were they screaming about?
"Monster!" the woman yelled as she pointed
Produce began to fly at the elf, and before he knew what was happening, fruit, vegetables, and eggs were flying towards him. He managed to duck an unlucky chicken that was also thrown his way.
As the pelting of all that was handy began to cease, Legolas saw that soldiers, alerted by the cries were closing in on him.
The elf wondered what he should do, he couldn't fire an arrow in the crowd and Aragorn had confiscated his knife when he had caught him attempting to sever the rope with it.
He was spared the indecision when Aragorn ran up behind him and grabbed his arm; he was having similar problems with the close proximity of the crowd.
"Run" he suggested, and pulled the elf behind him with a lurch as they dashed through the streets.
Luckily it did not take them long to lose the soldiers in the crowded streets, despite the screaming citizens.
As they huddled in a dark and narrow ally Aragorn looked up at the elf, Legolas supposed he should have expected what he did next as it seemed that lately the world was against him, and his elfish pride had suffered greatly. The ranger began to laugh, though quietly so as not to attract unwanted attention. Silent tears ran down his face as he stared at the elf.
Legolas stood dripping with fruit pulp, egg yolk and chicken feathers, a single drop of yolk dribbled down his face and off his nose. This only caused the man to laugh harder before he finally pulled the elvan cloak from his pack.
At this Legolas looked at him questioningly.
"I need a bath! I'm not cold"
"It's your skin," Aragorn explained, " they think you're an Orc"
Legolas face scrunched up in disgust " I look nothing like an Orc, red patches or no!"
"They're frightened, how good a look do you think they had of the Orcs? Now just put this on and make sure you cover your face"
Legolas did has he was bid and before long one man and one slight cloaked figure dripping a suspicious viscous yellow substance mixed with tomato seeds and feathers walked out of the ally into the street.
"Now we just have to find the others" the ranger said "I hope they're not in too much trouble"
* * *
Pippin and Merry looked about themselves, the city dwellers appeared to have calmed down somewhat, though troops of soldiers still patrolled the area.
They had become separated from the rest of the party in the chaos. They'd been enjoying the sights and smells of the city when suddenly there was shouting, and soldiers began to run towards Legolas. Aragorn had also ran towards the elf while Gandalf, Gimli, Frodo and Sam had attempted to halt another troop of soldiers who had came up from behind.
The two hobbits had decided to lend their swords to the elf and man and so had raced off in that direction. However when they arrived on the site, only broken eggs, pureed fruit, and one bewildered chicken indicated that the elf had ever stood there.
Surprised, they had turned, only to find that the rest also had seemingly vanished.
After searching for what they deemed a considerable time, they found themselves back at their starting point.
Pippin looked about in confusions, still looking for the others, only to find nothing. Merry did they same though he did not come up with naught.
"The others are lost perhaps, but I'll bet they are safe, Frodo and Sam have Gimli and Gandalf and Strider and Legolas each the other, what is to stop us from having a few pints?" the hobbit said with a smile as he gestured to a tavern to their right.
Pippin agreed heartily, after all, this searching worked up a thirst, and whistling a merry tune they walked into the tavern.
* * *
Legolas and Aragorn had been searching the city for hours. They had travelled almost every street. But all attempts to enter buildings had failed. Legolas was beginning to smell quite putrid now that the eggs and rotten fruit had been heating in the sun for awhile. Apparently this not a welcome smell to have on your door step, and they had, had several doors slammed shut before Aragorn could even utter the first syllable.
They were just now back at the site where they had lost the rest of the fellowship, Aragorn walked a few paces behind the elf and was subtlety trying to cover his nose with his cloak.
"This is not getting us anywhere," the elf said sullenly as he swiftly turned his head around, trying to catch the man in the act of covering his nose. Aragorn had removed his hand and now grimaced only slightly as he spoke to the elf.
"Yes I suppose coming back here was not the best way to …"
The ranger was interrupted when a nearby tavern door was flung open and two small figures were thrown onto the pavement.
The small creatures sprang up and ran to the now closing door and shook their fists.
"We're not children you rotten swine" Merry cried now banging on the closed door
Pippin stopped and his eyes began to water.
"You know I think we must be near the sewage, it doesn't half smell bad around here"
Merry turned to look at him and in turn saw Strider and a … cloaked figure from which the smell seemed to be emanating.
"Strider, we've found you at last," he said loudly, grinning
Pippin turned around in surprise
"Yes we've been going to great lengths to search for you" Pippin agreed, smoothly switching from outright anger to outright lying.
"I can see that" Strider said as he looked at the tavern "come help us search for the others, do you know where they went?"
"No, er …… who is your friend" the hobbit asked
"Its me" the cloak hissed
Merry looked taken aback and tried to peer under the hood
"Oh yes, it is, is it?"
"I'm Legolas" the cloak said with annoyance as the elf pulled back his hood and then quickly put it back on again once the hobbits had seen who he was.
"Oh good" said Pippin " We thought you might have been a Hobo Strider picked up"
Legolas glared at them
"Come on lets get moving" said Aragorn, trying to diffuse the situation.
They began to walk down the street once more, everybody keeping a tactful distance from the elf.
"So Legolas, when are you planning on having a bath?" asked Pippin
"Aragorn, can I have my knife back?"
The ranger passed it to him and the two hobbits wisely shut up
Next week's episode, we find out what happened to everyone else and they all get together again, there is a council about the Orcs, which Legolas can't attend for certain, reasons.
Oh and also the itching intensifies.
Lol also try reading my other work "Snappy dressing guy gets hit on the head" Primary a Boromir fic but also features in large parts, Aragorn, Legolas and the hobbits.
As always please review, for questions comments, or anything.