Legolas gets legless chapter 4
A/N: I can't believe this story has been so successful! Over 50 reviews! Wow I can't believe it! *Bows down to all her reviewers* I'm not worthy! I'm not worthy!
Special thanks to all the people who have kick started me into continuing this. Thank you!
Of all the luck! I finish the chapter and FF.net goes down the day I want to post it! Because of this, this chapter is out a bit later than I intended.
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After finally getting Legolas off him with the help of a broken tree branch, Aragorn had finally got the fellowship moving again. They were on their way to Lothlorien and were way behind the schedule Aragorn had been trying to keep to thanks the Legolas' drunken antics.
At one point the Elf had thought he was a tree and had stopped dead in his tracks waving his arms in the air as if they were caught in a breeze. He would not move for hours despite being pleaded with by the fellowship, finally it had taken the sound of the hobbits lighting a fire for him to snap out of it. When he did however, he had run at break neck speed back in the direction they had come from. It had taken Aragorn and Boromir most of the day to find the Elf who they finally found crouched in some undergrowth in a field mumbling about fire being evil and wicked.
At this moment in time Legolas was leaning against Aragorn's shoulders heavily as he walked or, more accurately, staggered on. They had been walking for about twelve leagues when Legolas' legs had given out causing him to collapse in a fit of giggles on top of the nearest person. Unfortunately for Aragorn he was that person and to make matters worse Legolas had landed in quite a compromising position on top of him.
It had taken a further hour to get back up with Legolas pinning him to the ground again. This event had provided the rest of the fellowship with lots of more material to torture him with for at least the next few months.
It was starting to grow dark and it was decided to set up camp for the night. Aragorn was relieved; having to practically carry Legolas for the past twenty leagues had taken its toll on him. He set Legolas down then half sat half collapsed next to him.
Boromir and Gimli can look after the others for a while. I need rest. He thought as he slipped into slumber.
Then just as he was drifting into sleep the talking started.
"I remember when you were first brought to Rivendell, I was there at the time you know…oh…you wont know would you? You were only a child! You were such a crybaby! I've never known any other creature in middle earth that is capable of crying so much and so loudly over the slightest little things!"
Aragorn Groaned. He had hoped Legolas wouldn't reach this stage while they were still in the wild, or even in the same place as the rest of the fellowship in their current state of teasing.
The rest of the fellowship had gathered round and were listening attentively as Legolas talked about Aragorn's childhood in Rivendell. Aragorn could only look on in despair as Legolas went onto telling the fellowship of his teenage years.
"Aragorn was sixteen when he was finally allowed to join his brothers and myself on a routine orc hunt around the borders of Rivendell. He had only been learning swordsmanship for just under a year so he was still quite a clumsy fighter and he had never seen an orc before so he was quite exited about it. So exited it seemed, that he fell of his horse in the courtyard and knocked himself out cold with his sword hilt! And when he woke up he would only answer to being called Lolita and wore Arwens dresses for weeks until he finally snapped out of it!"
Aragorn cringed. He couldn't remember much of what happened right after he had fallen of that horse but he did remember waking one morning dressed in a silk pink nightgown and some interesting type of underwear. It had been traumatic to say the least.
The hobbits were at this point rolling around on the ground holding their stomachs from laughing so hard. Gimli was biting his axe in a futile effort not to burst into laughter while Boromir was laughing so hard that tears were streaming down his cheeks and his face had turned red.
Legolas was still talking. Oh that's nothing compared to the time when he accidentally drank one of lord Elrond's potions thinking it was wine and he - "
"Legolas that's enough!" Aragorn had had enough…he was supposed to be the leader of the fellowship not the object of everyone's jokes! He grabbed Legolas by the arm and pulled him up into a half standing half slouching position causing the elf to giggle. Before anyone could protest he dragged the elf off in the direction of some trees shouting that they will be back in the morning.
When the company had stopped laughing Boromir turned to them all and tapped his nose.
"You see I told you all they were at it!"
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When they reached a tree Aragorn let go of Legolas.
"Now we're going to stay here tonight, I cannot afford to be a laughing stock because of you and your drunken stories do you understand?"
Legolas looked at him, his head tilted to one side. And for a split second Aragorn thought Legolas had finally snapped out of it until -
"I love trees! They're just so green and leafy and full of life! And I love the grass because that's green too and I love the sky too but not because it's green because it isn't green because it's blue!"
Legolas began talking about random things again and Aragorn was beginning to regret not bringing some rope to tie and gag the elf.
The ranger settled down against a tree trunk and tried to sleep while the elf talked non-stop.
Hopefully he will talk himself to sleep. Thought Aragorn
Much to his relief after a few hours of telling Aragorn his own embarrassing child hood memories Legolas fell asleep. Only every now and again would he murmur something about Bob.
The sooner we get to Lothlorien the better he thought.
A/N: I'm so sorry you all had to wait so long for the next chapter, it just wouldn't write! I hope it was worth the wait anyway!