"Rise and shine!"
Gandalf had been sleeping deeply when someone kicked the door of his room open and a red haired Elf jumped on his bed, yelling. He groaned. [Why me?]
"Come on, Gandalf! You have to wake up! Saruman is here!"
"What?! I'm awake!" He stopped when the redhead giggled. "Willow," he started. "He isn't here, is he?" She shook her head and he sighed. "Why do you need me?"
"Oh! That's right! You weren't there last night. I had a run in with my ancestor *and* he tried to kill me because he thought I had killed his daughter and stole the ring from her. I have to meet him this morning, but I want big bad wizard with me." She smiled widely. "What do you say? Pretty please?!!!"
"Oh alright!" He pushed the covers away and stood up, stretching a bit. He followed the small Elf burning with energy. [What I would give to be that young again.]
Willow headed toward the lounge where was seated Tirmindon, waiting patiently for her. He was surprised when he saw the great wizard Mithrandir coming in behind the elven witch. He stood up to greet them and motioned for them to take a seat. "I believe you wished to discuss with me, but were you so worried about your health that you had the need to bring a wizard with you?"
"Gandalf is my friend and a trusty one at that. He's there for moral support. It isn't every day that you meet your ancestor."
"I agree."
"Good. Then we understand eachother."
"There is something I wanted to ask you. Last night, you told me Galia was your great grandmother. How can that be?"
"She must have found her mate or something like that because she definitly inherited your longevity. I'm the only other one who has that character trait in the family. I got it when I accepted to stay in the 13th century with my mate who is currently sleeping upstairs."
"Legolas," Tirmindon whispered. "I heard about him once. He was part of the fellowship protecting the bearer of the ring, the hobbit I've seen wandering on Nislynn. It was said that a great power surrounded him, protecting him. I've heard rumors about a great fight in the mines of Moria when that power manifested itself and *scared* an entire army of Orcs."
Willow smiled at the memory. She had indeed frightened them with her black eyes and her ability to kill them without even approaching them. "I've witness the fight." She smiled when she saw understanding dawning on his face. "Yes. I was indeed part of the fellowship. As for the power surrounding Legolas and that is scary enough to make Orcs run away in fright, well... you've witnessed it last night."
Suddenly, wind blew across the room and swirled around the redhead. Tirmindon knew that he could have been killed easily by the small woman in the woods of Nislynn. The nature itself listened to her and that was indeed a power to be afraid of when you were against it.
"I have a question myself," Gandalf said. "Nobody heard from you for so many years and I doubt you were on Nislynn if you've heard about what was going on in Middle-earth. Where were you?"
The Elf smiled criptic-ly. "I was hidding in the forbidden forest. Tom Bombadil offered me cover as long as I wanted. Noone ventured in those woods without getting killed."
Willow covered a laugh, without much success and Gandalf grinned widely. "That again could be wrong. Frodo and three other hobbits did traveled in the forbidden woods and got out alive. They were lucky, but still..."
From then on, they discussed various subject, including the adventures of the fellowship and Willow's life before being caught by the portal. It went on for a couple of hours before the redhead excused herself and climbed up the stairs to join her mate in their room.
* * *
The first thing Legolas was aware of when he woke up was the soft hand playing with his hair and the sent of green apple. He opened his eyes and his blue ones met a pair of green ones. "Wake up, sleepy head!" Willow gently nudged him and he groaned.
"And here I was expecting to sleep until noon."
Willow snorted. "Yeah, right. You *never* sleep 'till noon. You always wake up at sunrise or a couple of hours later if you're very tired, which was the case this morning."
"Which brings me to the question what were you doing up this early? You never wake up at sunrise."
"I had a chat with Tirmindon this morning. We needed to clear up some things. And before I hear you saying something like he could attack me again, I wasn't alone. I brought big bad Istari with me."
Legolas laughed whole heartidly. "I bet he wasn't happy."
She nodded. "He's definitly not a morning person. Who would have thought. Gandalf, the most powerful wizard on this planet, don't like to be awaken before nine o'clock."
Legolas sighed and stretched in the bed, closing his eyes again and snuggling in the pillow. "Oh no, you don't," the redhead cried. "I'm hungry and I won't have breakfast without my mate by my side." She took the covers and pulled them off roughly from the groaning blond Elf. She pulled him up then let go of his hand. He flopped down on the mattress.
Legolas started smiling when he didn't hear his mate any longer. [She must have decided to go eat even if I'm not there.] He gasped when a bucket full of cold water hit him in the face and he heard Willow giggle non-stop at his shocked expression. He grinned back at her. "You're going to pay for that, Tasar."
Willow squealed when he jumped out of bed and she ran out of the room, bumping in Haldir at the bottom of the stairs.
The protector of Lothlorien watched bemused as the redhead ran past him, then a blond head followed her, soaked and grining like a mad man. He shook his head. "I'll never understand these two."
Gandalf had been sleeping deeply when someone kicked the door of his room open and a red haired Elf jumped on his bed, yelling. He groaned. [Why me?]
"Come on, Gandalf! You have to wake up! Saruman is here!"
"What?! I'm awake!" He stopped when the redhead giggled. "Willow," he started. "He isn't here, is he?" She shook her head and he sighed. "Why do you need me?"
"Oh! That's right! You weren't there last night. I had a run in with my ancestor *and* he tried to kill me because he thought I had killed his daughter and stole the ring from her. I have to meet him this morning, but I want big bad wizard with me." She smiled widely. "What do you say? Pretty please?!!!"
"Oh alright!" He pushed the covers away and stood up, stretching a bit. He followed the small Elf burning with energy. [What I would give to be that young again.]
Willow headed toward the lounge where was seated Tirmindon, waiting patiently for her. He was surprised when he saw the great wizard Mithrandir coming in behind the elven witch. He stood up to greet them and motioned for them to take a seat. "I believe you wished to discuss with me, but were you so worried about your health that you had the need to bring a wizard with you?"
"Gandalf is my friend and a trusty one at that. He's there for moral support. It isn't every day that you meet your ancestor."
"I agree."
"Good. Then we understand eachother."
"There is something I wanted to ask you. Last night, you told me Galia was your great grandmother. How can that be?"
"She must have found her mate or something like that because she definitly inherited your longevity. I'm the only other one who has that character trait in the family. I got it when I accepted to stay in the 13th century with my mate who is currently sleeping upstairs."
"Legolas," Tirmindon whispered. "I heard about him once. He was part of the fellowship protecting the bearer of the ring, the hobbit I've seen wandering on Nislynn. It was said that a great power surrounded him, protecting him. I've heard rumors about a great fight in the mines of Moria when that power manifested itself and *scared* an entire army of Orcs."
Willow smiled at the memory. She had indeed frightened them with her black eyes and her ability to kill them without even approaching them. "I've witness the fight." She smiled when she saw understanding dawning on his face. "Yes. I was indeed part of the fellowship. As for the power surrounding Legolas and that is scary enough to make Orcs run away in fright, well... you've witnessed it last night."
Suddenly, wind blew across the room and swirled around the redhead. Tirmindon knew that he could have been killed easily by the small woman in the woods of Nislynn. The nature itself listened to her and that was indeed a power to be afraid of when you were against it.
"I have a question myself," Gandalf said. "Nobody heard from you for so many years and I doubt you were on Nislynn if you've heard about what was going on in Middle-earth. Where were you?"
The Elf smiled criptic-ly. "I was hidding in the forbidden forest. Tom Bombadil offered me cover as long as I wanted. Noone ventured in those woods without getting killed."
Willow covered a laugh, without much success and Gandalf grinned widely. "That again could be wrong. Frodo and three other hobbits did traveled in the forbidden woods and got out alive. They were lucky, but still..."
From then on, they discussed various subject, including the adventures of the fellowship and Willow's life before being caught by the portal. It went on for a couple of hours before the redhead excused herself and climbed up the stairs to join her mate in their room.
* * *
The first thing Legolas was aware of when he woke up was the soft hand playing with his hair and the sent of green apple. He opened his eyes and his blue ones met a pair of green ones. "Wake up, sleepy head!" Willow gently nudged him and he groaned.
"And here I was expecting to sleep until noon."
Willow snorted. "Yeah, right. You *never* sleep 'till noon. You always wake up at sunrise or a couple of hours later if you're very tired, which was the case this morning."
"Which brings me to the question what were you doing up this early? You never wake up at sunrise."
"I had a chat with Tirmindon this morning. We needed to clear up some things. And before I hear you saying something like he could attack me again, I wasn't alone. I brought big bad Istari with me."
Legolas laughed whole heartidly. "I bet he wasn't happy."
She nodded. "He's definitly not a morning person. Who would have thought. Gandalf, the most powerful wizard on this planet, don't like to be awaken before nine o'clock."
Legolas sighed and stretched in the bed, closing his eyes again and snuggling in the pillow. "Oh no, you don't," the redhead cried. "I'm hungry and I won't have breakfast without my mate by my side." She took the covers and pulled them off roughly from the groaning blond Elf. She pulled him up then let go of his hand. He flopped down on the mattress.
Legolas started smiling when he didn't hear his mate any longer. [She must have decided to go eat even if I'm not there.] He gasped when a bucket full of cold water hit him in the face and he heard Willow giggle non-stop at his shocked expression. He grinned back at her. "You're going to pay for that, Tasar."
Willow squealed when he jumped out of bed and she ran out of the room, bumping in Haldir at the bottom of the stairs.
The protector of Lothlorien watched bemused as the redhead ran past him, then a blond head followed her, soaked and grining like a mad man. He shook his head. "I'll never understand these two."