Legolas slept late that morning. The elf, usually up with the sun, was too exhasted to do anything more then breath. It took too much energy to do anything else, so why bother trying? So tired, so very tired...
So it turned out to be nearing noon when Legolas finally, regretfully, forced himself into a sitting position and turned two bleary eyes skyward. The sun, in a manner of rebuke for his laziness, shot her furiously bright rays into his eyes, and Legolas turned away quickly.
Groaning softly, for he was very stiff from lack of movement, he firmly told himself that he was getting up, right then and there. His body protested strongly, begging him to return to the world of dreams, but Legolas stay firm. He lifted himself up, brushed his hair out of his face, and...
Oh wait. He was still sitting on the ground.
Mumbling half-hearted insults and forcing his eyes to stay open, he tried again. Place hands on groud. Push upward. Put feet under body. Stand up. Brush hair away from face. But, sadly, he found himself, once again, to be sitting on the group in the exact same position as before.
Alright, no big deal, just try again.
Place hands on groud. Push upward. Put feet under...
~*~
After almost half an hour of trying to force himself upward, Legolas found himself in a standing position, leaning against the cliff, with his stomach protesting from lack of food.
Slowly, willing himself to stay up, he took a hesitant step forward. Then another. And another. After what seemed like hours, he was quite suprised to find himself standing next to a large dog.
Blinking, he and the creature gazed at each other for a moment, until the dog breathed out loudly and disapeared intothe bushes. Legolas blinked again, then sat down. Actually, he collapsed imeadiatly into a very ungraceful heap, but for all practical purposes, he sat down.
He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to locate the direction the dog was heading in, but he could no longer hear him. Either he was now a long ways away, or Legolas was to weak to hear him.
Probably the latter, he thought to himself grimly.
He tried, once again, to track the dog's progress, but the only thing that accomplished was him falling asleep again.
When he opened his eyes again, he was in a completely different place...
(A/N-I have no idea if there were dogs in Tolkien's world. I know that cats were mentioned a few times, so I'm assuming there were also dogs. If it says anything about a dog in one of the books, I would be very glad if you could point it out to me. If not, use some imagination.)
So it turned out to be nearing noon when Legolas finally, regretfully, forced himself into a sitting position and turned two bleary eyes skyward. The sun, in a manner of rebuke for his laziness, shot her furiously bright rays into his eyes, and Legolas turned away quickly.
Groaning softly, for he was very stiff from lack of movement, he firmly told himself that he was getting up, right then and there. His body protested strongly, begging him to return to the world of dreams, but Legolas stay firm. He lifted himself up, brushed his hair out of his face, and...
Oh wait. He was still sitting on the ground.
Mumbling half-hearted insults and forcing his eyes to stay open, he tried again. Place hands on groud. Push upward. Put feet under body. Stand up. Brush hair away from face. But, sadly, he found himself, once again, to be sitting on the group in the exact same position as before.
Alright, no big deal, just try again.
Place hands on groud. Push upward. Put feet under...
~*~
After almost half an hour of trying to force himself upward, Legolas found himself in a standing position, leaning against the cliff, with his stomach protesting from lack of food.
Slowly, willing himself to stay up, he took a hesitant step forward. Then another. And another. After what seemed like hours, he was quite suprised to find himself standing next to a large dog.
Blinking, he and the creature gazed at each other for a moment, until the dog breathed out loudly and disapeared intothe bushes. Legolas blinked again, then sat down. Actually, he collapsed imeadiatly into a very ungraceful heap, but for all practical purposes, he sat down.
He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to locate the direction the dog was heading in, but he could no longer hear him. Either he was now a long ways away, or Legolas was to weak to hear him.
Probably the latter, he thought to himself grimly.
He tried, once again, to track the dog's progress, but the only thing that accomplished was him falling asleep again.
When he opened his eyes again, he was in a completely different place...
(A/N-I have no idea if there were dogs in Tolkien's world. I know that cats were mentioned a few times, so I'm assuming there were also dogs. If it says anything about a dog in one of the books, I would be very glad if you could point it out to me. If not, use some imagination.)