Okay readers, I put this story out once and needless to say, it sucked. I almost gave up on this story because it seemed like it was going to be short, but now I think that I'll be able to work with it. Thank you sooooo much to Jevvica for her tremendous help. To any other reviewers I might have: please feel free to give me any suggestions you might have since I'm kinda new to this fanfiction thing. But please, be gentle with me. Thank you.
This story takes place after Legolas and Gimli come back from Sailing and Legolas has never met the dwarfs that Gimli so often speaks about. If some of my parts in the story contradict Tolkien in some way, please forgive me because sometimes I forget certain things. And on the subject of Tolkein, they're all his characters and they do not belong to me. One more thing before I go, on my Word program my spell check isn't working so please notify me of any small things like that and I will fix them. Okeydokee, thats it.
Gimli and Legolas walked through the forrest. Their latest adventure sailing was now at an end and it was time that Legolas finally met the dwarfs that Gimli so often talked about. Legolas took in as much of the trees he could before they were to reach the mines.
"We shall be there in less than a quarter of an hour. You will finally get to see the hospitality of the dwarfs as I have seen from the elves. We will feast upon beer and all the food you can eat."
"Shh." The elf inetrupted slowly. Legolas crept down and felt the ground. He hurriedly got up and looked westward where he saw around fifty orcs about five miles a way. "We must go and reach these mines quickly for orcs are on their way and we will be heavily outnumbered. You say the mines are safe from Orcs?"
Gimli nodded, "Of course they are. Dwarfs are strong builders and I would doubt if any creature could get past our walls unwanted." Legolas nodded and they quickly made their way towards the mines where Gimli's home lay.
Finally they reached the entrance to the mines where Gimli had heard that his father reconstructed during his sailing. Gimli knocked three times on the stone wall and then spit through a tiny hole. Before Legolas' eyes, the wall opened quickly and the two were hurried in. There was darkness of course except for a few lit torches. Gimli didn't seem to pay any mind to it since he had lived in mines his whole life and saw better in the dark. But poor Legolas had onlt to rely on his excellent hearing since his eyes could not see far in front of him.
They were come upon not far from the entrance by the gate keepers. They didn't even look upon Gimli, but merely glared hatefully at Legolas. "This is an elf. Why is he here?"
Gimli spoke up. "I am Gimli son of Gloin and he is a guest of mine so you shall treat him with respect and show him to his quarters. I must speak with my father urgently to make sure that the gates are secure of orcs."
The first gatekeeper, who was obviously the meaner of the two snickered and replied, "Son of Gloin? Orcs?" He laughed. "Alright, me and my fellow here will show your friend where he wil be staying. Your father can be found in the High Room."
Legolas sensed a malice in the other dwarfs talking to Gimli and he didn't like the way that they seemed to accept him so easily.
Gimli turned to Legolas, "Alright my friend, I shall be back shortly." Then he walked off leaving Legolas with the two dwarfs.
The second one stepped closer to Legolas who of course had no fear in his eyes, only calm. "Look what we have here. An elf all to ourselves."
"Yees, let us show him a good time." With that the dwarf lurched out with his ax at Legolas who quickly caught the arm of the dwarf so and twisted it so that the dwarf was forced to let go of the ax.
Legolas simply said, "I think I can find my way around by myself."
"Alright that's it," The other one summoned some nearby friends. "Let's show this elf who's boss."
Five dwarfs now launched themselves at Legolas, some armed, some not. Legolas fought them off at first, but was at a disadvantage in the dark of the mine. To make matters even harder for Legolas, he was hit in the head by the back of one of the axes and became a bit dizzy. Three of the dwarfs took that chance and held Legolas down as the other two jabbed Legolas in the belly which left him gasping for air. He struggled against the hold of the dwarfs, but could not get up, already weakened by some of the injuries he suffered. Then he saw the dwarf that he had twisted the wrist of and saw a fist coming right towards his face. And again, and again, and again. Legolas couldn't face it anymore. Finally he drifted off into unconsiouness right after he heard some one snicker, "Let us show him to his quarters."
Meanwhile, Gimli had made his way into the High Room when he discovered that there was no trace of his father, only his childhood enemy. He knew right a way there was trouble.
"Where is my father?"
"My, my, my Gimli. No hello to your favorite dwarf in the world?" The man, or should I say dwarf, was sitting rather slumpishly on a stone chair and had the most mischievious and hideous smile you've ever seen.
"Where is my father?"
"I'm afraid he went looking for you quite a while ago. He hasn't returned of course."
"Gathor, if you think –."
"Oh don't speak Gimli, you bore me. It's your friend that interests me. Brought an elf with you did you?"
Gimli thrust himself at Gathor, but was emmediately held back by two guards. Gimli struggled as he warned, "If you do anything to hurt legolas -."
"You have yet to hear, have you? You'r father, along with many others thought that the elf had somehow enchanted you with an evil elvish spell. You'r father and a very small army went to Mirkwood to claim you back. Obviously your father's army was defeated and he was taken prisoner. Many of the dwarfs around here don't like that, of course...I seemed to have benefitted from it. But oh don't worry, I woudn't hurt Legolas, were just going to have a little entertainment." With that Gimli was knocked unconsious and had his hands chained together.
Legolas awoke in a dark, dank, smelly place. His ribs ached from where he had been so often hit and his cheek throbbed from the hard hands of a dwarf. He found that he was shackled to a wall and there was no question that he was in a prison. The elf glanced around and noticed that he seemed to be the only live prisoner in the little cave. He tried to look for possible signs of life, but it was too dark. Legolas grimaced in pain and his whole body racked. It was common knowledge that elves heal quickly, but Legolas found that the pain was not subsiding.
Legolas wondered what had become of his friend and decided that it couldn't be worse than what he was suffering. The darkness of the prison cave swallowed Legolas up and the elf felt that he could bare it no longer and finally his heart tried to dream of his homeland.
After awaking from unconsiousness, Gimli thought of what Gathor had said about his father. He thought back to the age where he was merely mature enough to hold an axe. Gathor had always called Gimli names and challenged him to duels. Another thing that Gimli remembered was how it was always said that if the clan of Gloin was gone, then Gathor's family would lead. His mind was then brought back to reality. His father would never have just gone off to Mirkwood like that, especially since they had been trying to create a new peace with the elves. Something just didn't seem right in Gimli's eyes. And that's when two guards grabbed him once again.
Gathor walked into what seemed to be a cave stadium where hundreds of dwarfs had gathered to see an event. Gimli, being brought in behind Gathor by his henchmen groaned with despair as he took in the site befor him. At the bottom of the stadium were two entrances. After the entances were closed there were only high surrounding walls so that the opponents could not get out. It was clear what Gathor had in mind and shuddered for his friend. Entertainment it would be all except for the elf and his friend.