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stealing anyone's story(if I am at all), get over it and don't try to take
all my money because you won't get very far…(
The sun was now at high noon and the shadows had diminished. Legolas stared out across the palace gardens and fountains, the Elvish flowers blossoming in the sunlight, and the trees beginning to bear fruit. His attention was brought to Coranuil, trudging through the wood, across the fields toward his home.
Legolas began to run toward Coranuil and his long Elven legs carried him swiftly, reaching the weary servant in only a few moments.
"Sire," Coranuil's voice full of surprise. "What brings you to this part of our beloved wood?"
"You are weary, Master Elf. I must offer my assistance."
"No, sire, I—"
"Coranuil, dare you object to my will?" Legolas teased.
Coranuil smiled and remained silent. The Elves' long strides were enough to make it across dew-set grass in only a few moments. Once they arrived, Coranuil stopped at the door and turned to the prince.
"Sir, if you could. . .would you mind to. . .remain. . .outside for a moment?"
"Of course, Coranuil." Legolas answered with a kind smile and turned his back to the door.
"The woods look thicker from this view. I wonder—" Legolas stopped his speech as his sharp eyes caught the glimpse of movement in the trees before him.
The prince heard a twang as a dwarfish arrow flew from its string. He stooped out of the arrow's path just as it sailed over his head. He kept his eyes forward and his ears alert as he studied the scene before him. Legolas' ears caught slowly advancing footfalls, drawing near from behind. He swiftly turned around.
"Who goes there?" Legolas inquired the possessor of the footsteps, crushing the fallen leaves and twigs.
"Who is in question?" The response came from what was but a few yards distant to Legolas' keen pointed ears.
"Legolas, son of Thranduil, king of Mirkwood. Reveal yourself or you will surely regret your actions!"
A stout and sturdy Dwarf leapt of the trees.
"What is your name, Master Dwarf? And your business? Why do you linger in this wood?"
"I am Kwikli, son of Farin, and my business is my own. I am simply searching for a place to lay our heads for the night. My company and I have been traveling and are weary."
"Your company? My Elven eyes only spy thee, Master Dwarf. That is scarcely 'a company'." Legolas let out a laugh, musical, yet odd to the young Dwarf's ears.
"I was sent to find place of rest, as the remainder of my company awaits. Is it possible that we may tarry for one night, and then will continue our search and disturb you no more."
"And what is it that you seek? The riches of my father? Or perhaps a wood, full of trees that you may go at with your axes, and dig deep beyond the roots that hold the trees?" Legolas said, eyeing the Dwarf skeptically.
"Nay, sir Elf, only Gimli, the Dwarf, and the land of Northern Mirkwood, where, as has been told, he dwells."
Legolas looked up in astonishment. "Gimli, son of Glóin? Is this the same Dwarf of whom you speak?"
"Yes," replied Kwikli. "Glóin is my father's father and Gimli, may his beard grow ever longer, is the brother of my father, Farin."
"If the words which you speak are true, Kwikli son of Farin, then you will have great gladness. You have found Mirkwood, and you are not far from the dwelling of the Dwarf, Gimli. Let us summon Gimli! There will be joy and merriment in the home of my father, King Thranduil, tonight."
A/N: Please R/R! I want to know if I should continue posting my fic. . .I'll keep writing, but I don't know if anyone will like it. Thanks!
The sun was now at high noon and the shadows had diminished. Legolas stared out across the palace gardens and fountains, the Elvish flowers blossoming in the sunlight, and the trees beginning to bear fruit. His attention was brought to Coranuil, trudging through the wood, across the fields toward his home.
Legolas began to run toward Coranuil and his long Elven legs carried him swiftly, reaching the weary servant in only a few moments.
"Sire," Coranuil's voice full of surprise. "What brings you to this part of our beloved wood?"
"You are weary, Master Elf. I must offer my assistance."
"No, sire, I—"
"Coranuil, dare you object to my will?" Legolas teased.
Coranuil smiled and remained silent. The Elves' long strides were enough to make it across dew-set grass in only a few moments. Once they arrived, Coranuil stopped at the door and turned to the prince.
"Sir, if you could. . .would you mind to. . .remain. . .outside for a moment?"
"Of course, Coranuil." Legolas answered with a kind smile and turned his back to the door.
"The woods look thicker from this view. I wonder—" Legolas stopped his speech as his sharp eyes caught the glimpse of movement in the trees before him.
The prince heard a twang as a dwarfish arrow flew from its string. He stooped out of the arrow's path just as it sailed over his head. He kept his eyes forward and his ears alert as he studied the scene before him. Legolas' ears caught slowly advancing footfalls, drawing near from behind. He swiftly turned around.
"Who goes there?" Legolas inquired the possessor of the footsteps, crushing the fallen leaves and twigs.
"Who is in question?" The response came from what was but a few yards distant to Legolas' keen pointed ears.
"Legolas, son of Thranduil, king of Mirkwood. Reveal yourself or you will surely regret your actions!"
A stout and sturdy Dwarf leapt of the trees.
"What is your name, Master Dwarf? And your business? Why do you linger in this wood?"
"I am Kwikli, son of Farin, and my business is my own. I am simply searching for a place to lay our heads for the night. My company and I have been traveling and are weary."
"Your company? My Elven eyes only spy thee, Master Dwarf. That is scarcely 'a company'." Legolas let out a laugh, musical, yet odd to the young Dwarf's ears.
"I was sent to find place of rest, as the remainder of my company awaits. Is it possible that we may tarry for one night, and then will continue our search and disturb you no more."
"And what is it that you seek? The riches of my father? Or perhaps a wood, full of trees that you may go at with your axes, and dig deep beyond the roots that hold the trees?" Legolas said, eyeing the Dwarf skeptically.
"Nay, sir Elf, only Gimli, the Dwarf, and the land of Northern Mirkwood, where, as has been told, he dwells."
Legolas looked up in astonishment. "Gimli, son of Glóin? Is this the same Dwarf of whom you speak?"
"Yes," replied Kwikli. "Glóin is my father's father and Gimli, may his beard grow ever longer, is the brother of my father, Farin."
"If the words which you speak are true, Kwikli son of Farin, then you will have great gladness. You have found Mirkwood, and you are not far from the dwelling of the Dwarf, Gimli. Let us summon Gimli! There will be joy and merriment in the home of my father, King Thranduil, tonight."
A/N: Please R/R! I want to know if I should continue posting my fic. . .I'll keep writing, but I don't know if anyone will like it. Thanks!