Hello, Ami here. Okay, I think I should tell you now, my specialty are fics
that make no sense but people seem to like anyway. Now that you know, I can
continue writing! Hope you like the chapter. Bye^_^
Out of the Ravine of Thought
Arwen and Aragorn followed Gimli into the forest and after a few minutes, they saw the Elven prince. He was indeed sitting underneath a tree, with his eyes closed. In his hands was a handkerchief, stained red from an unknown source.
"Legolas," Aragorn whispered. "If you're sleeping, you shouldn't be. I need your help to wake up the young hobbits; I left them on the ship." Legolas did not move, aside from the raise and fall of his chest. "Legolas, what pained memory are you thinking about?" That got the Elf's attention.
"Nothing Aragorn," he replied sleepily. "I was just thinking about an encounter with a strange girl I had just a little while ago..."
"My, my, Prince of the Wood," Arwen said, embracing her friend. "We've all been worried about you! I for one know you're lying, but as long as your okay..."
"Hush, Lady of the Lake, hush," Legolas said, returning her embrace. "I'm fine..."
"I doubt that," Gimli shouted. "I called you for a long time, Elf, only to have to get Aragorn to revive you! Now, tell us what pains you!"
"Yes, old friend," Aragorn said, dislike for how Arwen was acting clear in his voice. "Tell us what you were thinking..." The Elven boy smiled, before turning back to Arwen.
"You know, Lady Arwen," Legolas teased her. "I think Aragorn is jealous. What do you think?" Arwen pushed herself away from him, stood up, and looked him in the eye.
"I think that you, Lord Legolas," she started, "Are a terrible liar, and should tell the truth. But until then, we will all have to live with you acting 500 years younger..." they both smiled upon see confusion on both Gimli and Aragorn's faces.
Out of the Ravine of Thought
Arwen and Aragorn followed Gimli into the forest and after a few minutes, they saw the Elven prince. He was indeed sitting underneath a tree, with his eyes closed. In his hands was a handkerchief, stained red from an unknown source.
"Legolas," Aragorn whispered. "If you're sleeping, you shouldn't be. I need your help to wake up the young hobbits; I left them on the ship." Legolas did not move, aside from the raise and fall of his chest. "Legolas, what pained memory are you thinking about?" That got the Elf's attention.
"Nothing Aragorn," he replied sleepily. "I was just thinking about an encounter with a strange girl I had just a little while ago..."
"My, my, Prince of the Wood," Arwen said, embracing her friend. "We've all been worried about you! I for one know you're lying, but as long as your okay..."
"Hush, Lady of the Lake, hush," Legolas said, returning her embrace. "I'm fine..."
"I doubt that," Gimli shouted. "I called you for a long time, Elf, only to have to get Aragorn to revive you! Now, tell us what pains you!"
"Yes, old friend," Aragorn said, dislike for how Arwen was acting clear in his voice. "Tell us what you were thinking..." The Elven boy smiled, before turning back to Arwen.
"You know, Lady Arwen," Legolas teased her. "I think Aragorn is jealous. What do you think?" Arwen pushed herself away from him, stood up, and looked him in the eye.
"I think that you, Lord Legolas," she started, "Are a terrible liar, and should tell the truth. But until then, we will all have to live with you acting 500 years younger..." they both smiled upon see confusion on both Gimli and Aragorn's faces.