A/N: **gives a great bow to Polgara la fae and Aria** Many thanks to you
ladies for reviewing chapter 2. And Aria, to answer your question, I'm
using both, whichever I can remember the exact scene at the time. It saves
a lot of time.
And now for the Great Disclaimer: I do not own these characters or the plot line. And I think this one will go for the rest of the story, because I'm sick of writing them.
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Now outside in the cool, clean breeze, the four bobbits, the men, the dwarf and the elf were all grieving in their own way. Legolas tried to look around at them, but a barrier of unshed tears blocked his vision. Blinking quickly, the tears subsided, yet he still could not focus on anything. The shock of Gandalf's fall had shattered them all.
Had he been able to see what the others were doing around him, he would have seen a mess. Pippin, Merry and Sam were all weeping, Boromir was trying to hold Gimli back from going back into the mines, Aragorn had a stony look on his face, as if he didn't want the others to see the hurt he was feeling. Frodo, on the other hand was at a distance from them, his back turned.
Legolas pushed aside his emotions for the time being. He vaguely heard Aragorn tell him to get the hobbits up and moving, so he walked towards Pippin and Merry and coaxed them to stand. Boromir, on the other hand, voiced his opinion about all of this. He thought that they should be left to rest, as indeed they were all incredibly tired.
"By nightfall these hills will be swarming with Orcs. We must reach the woods of Lothlórien." Aragorn pointed out the danger t them. After getting Pippin and Merry up, and all of them finally on the move, Legolas still would not let the pain get to him. He had kept face thus far, and he would not let it slip away now.
The rest of the journey into the Woods went by as a blur in time for Legolas. He could not remember doing it, although he did know that he did. It was if someone had been attacking his mind from the inside, and indeed someone was. Himself. He let the wave of numb grief wash over him repeatedly without letting himself feel it. Yet finally after what seemed years of travelling, he looked up and saw that they had entered the forest.
He walked along quietly, listening to Gimlitell the hobbits about the 'elf-witch' that lived in these woods. Surpressing a tiny smile, Legolas looked about him at the beautiful scenery of the Woods. Being from Mirkwod, and a wood-elf, he would love to come here just to sit peacefully amongst the towering trees. As onward they marched, this thought grew less and less, because he was constantly reminded that he had a job to do, and that did not require sitting with trees for days on end.
As soon as he looked up after being finished thinking, he might have regretted it. Drawing his bow as fast as he could, he lined it up with the arrow aimed straight at his forehead. A tall Elf stepped out of the trees towards them, and Legolas looked at him in recognition.
"The dwarf breathed so loud," the Elf bragged, "we could have shot him in the dark." Aragorn gave a small sort of half-bow towards him, and they spoke together in Elvish. Aragorn explained to the other that they were in great need of help from them, and desired protection for a few days.
Haldir, which was the Elf's name, agreed to this. Legolas smiled inwardly. Finally, he thought, I shall be back amongst my people. He continues to smile to himself until he heard what they were trying to do to Gimli.
"The dwarf must be blindfolded! We do not want your kind here in the first place! Put it on, or we shall not let you pass!" The faint growling of the dwarf told Legolas that this idea was not acceptable. Finally Aragorn put in an idea.
"We shall all be blindfolded then, master dwarf. Haldir, put them on us all."
Legolas objected to this. "I shall not put it on! These are my kindred, and long have I longed to see these woods! I shall not wear it!"
Aragorn replied, "Come, Legolas, you must! 'Tis only fair." With deep regret and disappointment Legolas allowed himself to be blindfolded. Marching along behind the rest of the company, he silently wished the thing to disappear, and for him to be able to see the beautiful Wood around him, but alas, it stayed where it was put.
And now for the Great Disclaimer: I do not own these characters or the plot line. And I think this one will go for the rest of the story, because I'm sick of writing them.
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Now outside in the cool, clean breeze, the four bobbits, the men, the dwarf and the elf were all grieving in their own way. Legolas tried to look around at them, but a barrier of unshed tears blocked his vision. Blinking quickly, the tears subsided, yet he still could not focus on anything. The shock of Gandalf's fall had shattered them all.
Had he been able to see what the others were doing around him, he would have seen a mess. Pippin, Merry and Sam were all weeping, Boromir was trying to hold Gimli back from going back into the mines, Aragorn had a stony look on his face, as if he didn't want the others to see the hurt he was feeling. Frodo, on the other hand was at a distance from them, his back turned.
Legolas pushed aside his emotions for the time being. He vaguely heard Aragorn tell him to get the hobbits up and moving, so he walked towards Pippin and Merry and coaxed them to stand. Boromir, on the other hand, voiced his opinion about all of this. He thought that they should be left to rest, as indeed they were all incredibly tired.
"By nightfall these hills will be swarming with Orcs. We must reach the woods of Lothlórien." Aragorn pointed out the danger t them. After getting Pippin and Merry up, and all of them finally on the move, Legolas still would not let the pain get to him. He had kept face thus far, and he would not let it slip away now.
The rest of the journey into the Woods went by as a blur in time for Legolas. He could not remember doing it, although he did know that he did. It was if someone had been attacking his mind from the inside, and indeed someone was. Himself. He let the wave of numb grief wash over him repeatedly without letting himself feel it. Yet finally after what seemed years of travelling, he looked up and saw that they had entered the forest.
He walked along quietly, listening to Gimlitell the hobbits about the 'elf-witch' that lived in these woods. Surpressing a tiny smile, Legolas looked about him at the beautiful scenery of the Woods. Being from Mirkwod, and a wood-elf, he would love to come here just to sit peacefully amongst the towering trees. As onward they marched, this thought grew less and less, because he was constantly reminded that he had a job to do, and that did not require sitting with trees for days on end.
As soon as he looked up after being finished thinking, he might have regretted it. Drawing his bow as fast as he could, he lined it up with the arrow aimed straight at his forehead. A tall Elf stepped out of the trees towards them, and Legolas looked at him in recognition.
"The dwarf breathed so loud," the Elf bragged, "we could have shot him in the dark." Aragorn gave a small sort of half-bow towards him, and they spoke together in Elvish. Aragorn explained to the other that they were in great need of help from them, and desired protection for a few days.
Haldir, which was the Elf's name, agreed to this. Legolas smiled inwardly. Finally, he thought, I shall be back amongst my people. He continues to smile to himself until he heard what they were trying to do to Gimli.
"The dwarf must be blindfolded! We do not want your kind here in the first place! Put it on, or we shall not let you pass!" The faint growling of the dwarf told Legolas that this idea was not acceptable. Finally Aragorn put in an idea.
"We shall all be blindfolded then, master dwarf. Haldir, put them on us all."
Legolas objected to this. "I shall not put it on! These are my kindred, and long have I longed to see these woods! I shall not wear it!"
Aragorn replied, "Come, Legolas, you must! 'Tis only fair." With deep regret and disappointment Legolas allowed himself to be blindfolded. Marching along behind the rest of the company, he silently wished the thing to disappear, and for him to be able to see the beautiful Wood around him, but alas, it stayed where it was put.