Helena came to with the face of Legolas bending over her. A worried
expression clouded his startlingly blue eyes. A smile spread across
Helena's features, awww he's worried about me. No worries Legolas, I'm
all yours. she reached a hand up to his cheek.
"Are you alright Arwen en amin?" Legolas had taken her hand in his trying to help her to her feet. It was then that Helena's predicament came back to her and tears began to fall down her face as she fell back down. I'm short! Without even bothering to respond she promptly began to cry, and then sob as she realized that she was now making a mess of herself in front of the elf of her dreams.
"What is the matter then?" A gruff voice tried to sooth a very upset Helena, the result was something akin to the sound of a dogs growling, only smoother, and with a very thick accent. Helena looked up at. . . . hair. All Helena could see was a mass of brown hair, she curiously tried to move it aside to find the source of the sounds. She started to get frustrated as the hair just refused to move out of her eyes so she just tugged it out of the way. "ARRRRGGGHHHHH! NOT THE BEARD!" The same voice from before tinted with anger and pain yelled at her before yanking his beard out of her grip and mercifully out her eyes at the same time. Helena blinked up at Legolas who was now sitting on the ground holding his sides to keep them from bursting with his laughter. Legolas was laughing at a very putout dwarf, "Master Dwarf I believe you are overly protective of your beard. That is not the first time you put your beard before a person, be it your own stupid life or otherwise." Helena sat up like a shot. I just tugged on Gimli's beard! Not a good impression
Trying to regain some composure she moved her hands to straighten her now impossibly tangled hair. She didn't have the time to register that it had grown to the small of her back in the matter of a few minutes. Sitting up straight she faced Gimli, "I apologize for pulling on your beard sir I hope you are not injured and you will forgive me." Rather pleased with that impromptu speech she waited for Gimli's response.
Gimli could only open and close his mouth making him resemble a bullfrog. This young dwarvin girl was shyly glancing up at him. A blush stole across her face as she saw him staring at her. A quick nudge from Legolas brought him back to reality, hoping that this girl didn't notice the jab and quietly rubbing his side where Legolas elbowed him he answered her, "Young Ms. there is little that this dwarf has not seen or faced," quiet snort from Legolas, "I easily and willingly forgive you."
Quiet relieved Helena held out her hand to Gimli, "I'm Helena, Helena Josephine Farris." With a glint in his eye Gimli stood, took her hand, bowed low and kissed her hand. More like a scratchy brush "It is a true pleasure to meet one such as you in this place." Not knowing what to make of this Helena just nodded and withdrew her hand. She smiled over at Legolas holding out her hand to him, hoping against hope for similar treatment from him. She was not disappointed. While still sitting Legolas took her hand and briefly kissed it. Trying not to faint again she withdrew her hand. "Legolas Greenleaf? I'm Helena."
Legolas cocked his head at her. "Helena? I've never heard that name, it's certainly not Dwarvish." Why on earth would it be? Helena just looked at Legolas, "No, it's a name from man." Helena just started to stare at Legolas in total confusion.
"Tarin" Gimli softly stated. Helena and Legolas turned to look at Gimli, he was staring intently at Helena. "Tarin Pooltears is what her name is in Dwarvish." Legolas accepted this explanation with a nod, he turned to Helena, "Tarin, that makes more sense. I welcome you to Mirkwood Tarin Pooltears." Tarin, I think I like that name, but it isn't mine!
The sun was beginning to set when Legolas announced it was time to be off if any shelter was to be found. The sound of spending the night with Gimli and Legolas was starting to sound not too bad. Helena was sure there would at least be some lively conversation. Helena began to climb down the cliff with Gimli right behind. Legolas however cocked his head looking at the sky. "A storm draws near, come master Gimli we must find shelter soon."
At this news Helena almost swore that Gimli smiled. "A good storm at last! Come I know just the place!" Now Helena knew that he was smiling. Gimli led them into the forest, oh joy, more roots to trip over Helena followed Gimli and Legolas brought up the rear. The wind picked up around them and the trees began to sway wildly. Helena started to trip again but Legolas's steadying hand kept her upright. After a grateful smile toward the elf Helena shouted toward Gimli, "How far now, geeez I need a break already!" Gimli turned back and smiled, pointing toward a cliff. "We'll find shelter there." With a grumble Helena followed Gimli.
Finally Gimli turned toward the two and smiled, why is it that I am beginning to dislike it when he smiles? Gimli pointed toward a cave, "It will be comfortable and warm in there." Helena started to turn white and back away from him. "No, we'll find another place, please!" Legolas turned toward her in confusion, "It's a cave, There is no better shelter." Very quietly and looking very bashful Helena whispered, "I'm claustrophobic."
Arwen en amin= my lady
"Are you alright Arwen en amin?" Legolas had taken her hand in his trying to help her to her feet. It was then that Helena's predicament came back to her and tears began to fall down her face as she fell back down. I'm short! Without even bothering to respond she promptly began to cry, and then sob as she realized that she was now making a mess of herself in front of the elf of her dreams.
"What is the matter then?" A gruff voice tried to sooth a very upset Helena, the result was something akin to the sound of a dogs growling, only smoother, and with a very thick accent. Helena looked up at. . . . hair. All Helena could see was a mass of brown hair, she curiously tried to move it aside to find the source of the sounds. She started to get frustrated as the hair just refused to move out of her eyes so she just tugged it out of the way. "ARRRRGGGHHHHH! NOT THE BEARD!" The same voice from before tinted with anger and pain yelled at her before yanking his beard out of her grip and mercifully out her eyes at the same time. Helena blinked up at Legolas who was now sitting on the ground holding his sides to keep them from bursting with his laughter. Legolas was laughing at a very putout dwarf, "Master Dwarf I believe you are overly protective of your beard. That is not the first time you put your beard before a person, be it your own stupid life or otherwise." Helena sat up like a shot. I just tugged on Gimli's beard! Not a good impression
Trying to regain some composure she moved her hands to straighten her now impossibly tangled hair. She didn't have the time to register that it had grown to the small of her back in the matter of a few minutes. Sitting up straight she faced Gimli, "I apologize for pulling on your beard sir I hope you are not injured and you will forgive me." Rather pleased with that impromptu speech she waited for Gimli's response.
Gimli could only open and close his mouth making him resemble a bullfrog. This young dwarvin girl was shyly glancing up at him. A blush stole across her face as she saw him staring at her. A quick nudge from Legolas brought him back to reality, hoping that this girl didn't notice the jab and quietly rubbing his side where Legolas elbowed him he answered her, "Young Ms. there is little that this dwarf has not seen or faced," quiet snort from Legolas, "I easily and willingly forgive you."
Quiet relieved Helena held out her hand to Gimli, "I'm Helena, Helena Josephine Farris." With a glint in his eye Gimli stood, took her hand, bowed low and kissed her hand. More like a scratchy brush "It is a true pleasure to meet one such as you in this place." Not knowing what to make of this Helena just nodded and withdrew her hand. She smiled over at Legolas holding out her hand to him, hoping against hope for similar treatment from him. She was not disappointed. While still sitting Legolas took her hand and briefly kissed it. Trying not to faint again she withdrew her hand. "Legolas Greenleaf? I'm Helena."
Legolas cocked his head at her. "Helena? I've never heard that name, it's certainly not Dwarvish." Why on earth would it be? Helena just looked at Legolas, "No, it's a name from man." Helena just started to stare at Legolas in total confusion.
"Tarin" Gimli softly stated. Helena and Legolas turned to look at Gimli, he was staring intently at Helena. "Tarin Pooltears is what her name is in Dwarvish." Legolas accepted this explanation with a nod, he turned to Helena, "Tarin, that makes more sense. I welcome you to Mirkwood Tarin Pooltears." Tarin, I think I like that name, but it isn't mine!
The sun was beginning to set when Legolas announced it was time to be off if any shelter was to be found. The sound of spending the night with Gimli and Legolas was starting to sound not too bad. Helena was sure there would at least be some lively conversation. Helena began to climb down the cliff with Gimli right behind. Legolas however cocked his head looking at the sky. "A storm draws near, come master Gimli we must find shelter soon."
At this news Helena almost swore that Gimli smiled. "A good storm at last! Come I know just the place!" Now Helena knew that he was smiling. Gimli led them into the forest, oh joy, more roots to trip over Helena followed Gimli and Legolas brought up the rear. The wind picked up around them and the trees began to sway wildly. Helena started to trip again but Legolas's steadying hand kept her upright. After a grateful smile toward the elf Helena shouted toward Gimli, "How far now, geeez I need a break already!" Gimli turned back and smiled, pointing toward a cliff. "We'll find shelter there." With a grumble Helena followed Gimli.
Finally Gimli turned toward the two and smiled, why is it that I am beginning to dislike it when he smiles? Gimli pointed toward a cave, "It will be comfortable and warm in there." Helena started to turn white and back away from him. "No, we'll find another place, please!" Legolas turned toward her in confusion, "It's a cave, There is no better shelter." Very quietly and looking very bashful Helena whispered, "I'm claustrophobic."
Arwen en amin= my lady