Chapter THREE!
"AAGH!" The collective yell came from the bushes. The, er, politically informed hobbits had had their shrub invaded! By a very, er, amorous Sam and Arwen.
"What are you two doing here?" Asked a very distressed Merry, covering himself.
Arwen was about to answer when a very healthy-looking Legolas walked past with his sweetie, Haldir, who was gazing lovingly into his eyes. They were both in serious need of a bath robe as they strode to where the mirror was.
"Galadriel won't be happy we came here." Said Legolas
Haldir looked at him. "Galadriel needent know."
And indeed Galadriel never found out. She was being followed by a very confused Boromir.
"Gayacú, I really didn't know it was you!"
He was reciting every elven name he knew. Galadriel shrieked angrily with every new name, and finally shouted at him;
"If you're going to make love to me, at least learn my name!"
"Glorfindel? Glorfindel, it's you, isn't it! You dyed your hair, it looks so great!"
"Jerk!"
Boromir gave up. He didn't know who it was and really, hwe didn't want to, they were such a bad lay that he didn't want to do it again.
Gimli sat quietly on a log dreaming of his best friend,Tarin Woodenmirth, back at the mines.
'Sure,' thought Gimli, 'He was kind of dead, but when has that stopped me before? And I miss Dori Stonewater my lady friend.'
Gimli sighed. Sitting all alone on a log wasn't as fun as his father had made out. But he had always taken a girl from the local pub with him, maybe that had something to do with it?
Frodo wailed and ran, sobbing, into the protective arms of Celeborn. Hm, maybe Sam knew what he was talking about when he described Arwen on those nights he got drunk. Elves definitely had a certain something hobbits didn't.
Legolas, in the morning, was all packed and ready to leave for the next trip. They had been given capes (which went well with his eyes, Haldir had said) and gifts form Galadriel, strangely, all she had given Boromir was a slap in the face and Frodo a warning to stay away from her man.
Legolas sighed and clapsed a loveletter from Haldir to his heart. He didn't want to leave.
"Oh, stop being sentimental!" Gimli growled as he walked past, muttering about the courtesy of the elves and the discomfort of the local logs.
All who had thought that this remark had snapped Legolas out of his love-struck phase they were terribly mistaken. He thought more and more about his love when they left and had pulled a handful of hairs out of his head to remember their time. Plus, Gimli got hairs, so why couldn't he?
"Ow! Legolas, you're taking that 'dominant' role too far!"
"I need your hair to remind me of my stay here - After all, the mantle is the colour as the fireplace."
(A/N: Long story.)
"Ok, take some hair, but can you use scissors? Please?"
Aragorn walked past the two lovers having their spat. He sighed. Boromir was in no mood to call spirits with him, and Arwen was busy with her new.. little hobbit. (In EVERY sense of the word!). Maybe Gimli.. ?
'Oh god, I'm getting desperate.' Aragorn thought disgustedly.
Gimli strode up behind him as though to hear Aragorn's thoughts.
"So, when?"
"Um, what do you mean?"
"Well, everyone else is doing it, so let's do it too!"
"Do.. what?"
"Get ready to leave Lorien! God, you ARE thick sometimes, Strider!"
"Oh, yeah, right, Ok, we are leaving when everybody is ready." Aragorn was deeply relieved. He didn't like the idea of being checked out by dwarf.
They set off under the watchful eye of the statues of Aragorn's Kin, Minas Tirith.
"AAGH!" The collective yell came from the bushes. The, er, politically informed hobbits had had their shrub invaded! By a very, er, amorous Sam and Arwen.
"What are you two doing here?" Asked a very distressed Merry, covering himself.
Arwen was about to answer when a very healthy-looking Legolas walked past with his sweetie, Haldir, who was gazing lovingly into his eyes. They were both in serious need of a bath robe as they strode to where the mirror was.
"Galadriel won't be happy we came here." Said Legolas
Haldir looked at him. "Galadriel needent know."
And indeed Galadriel never found out. She was being followed by a very confused Boromir.
"Gayacú, I really didn't know it was you!"
He was reciting every elven name he knew. Galadriel shrieked angrily with every new name, and finally shouted at him;
"If you're going to make love to me, at least learn my name!"
"Glorfindel? Glorfindel, it's you, isn't it! You dyed your hair, it looks so great!"
"Jerk!"
Boromir gave up. He didn't know who it was and really, hwe didn't want to, they were such a bad lay that he didn't want to do it again.
Gimli sat quietly on a log dreaming of his best friend,Tarin Woodenmirth, back at the mines.
'Sure,' thought Gimli, 'He was kind of dead, but when has that stopped me before? And I miss Dori Stonewater my lady friend.'
Gimli sighed. Sitting all alone on a log wasn't as fun as his father had made out. But he had always taken a girl from the local pub with him, maybe that had something to do with it?
Frodo wailed and ran, sobbing, into the protective arms of Celeborn. Hm, maybe Sam knew what he was talking about when he described Arwen on those nights he got drunk. Elves definitely had a certain something hobbits didn't.
Legolas, in the morning, was all packed and ready to leave for the next trip. They had been given capes (which went well with his eyes, Haldir had said) and gifts form Galadriel, strangely, all she had given Boromir was a slap in the face and Frodo a warning to stay away from her man.
Legolas sighed and clapsed a loveletter from Haldir to his heart. He didn't want to leave.
"Oh, stop being sentimental!" Gimli growled as he walked past, muttering about the courtesy of the elves and the discomfort of the local logs.
All who had thought that this remark had snapped Legolas out of his love-struck phase they were terribly mistaken. He thought more and more about his love when they left and had pulled a handful of hairs out of his head to remember their time. Plus, Gimli got hairs, so why couldn't he?
"Ow! Legolas, you're taking that 'dominant' role too far!"
"I need your hair to remind me of my stay here - After all, the mantle is the colour as the fireplace."
(A/N: Long story.)
"Ok, take some hair, but can you use scissors? Please?"
Aragorn walked past the two lovers having their spat. He sighed. Boromir was in no mood to call spirits with him, and Arwen was busy with her new.. little hobbit. (In EVERY sense of the word!). Maybe Gimli.. ?
'Oh god, I'm getting desperate.' Aragorn thought disgustedly.
Gimli strode up behind him as though to hear Aragorn's thoughts.
"So, when?"
"Um, what do you mean?"
"Well, everyone else is doing it, so let's do it too!"
"Do.. what?"
"Get ready to leave Lorien! God, you ARE thick sometimes, Strider!"
"Oh, yeah, right, Ok, we are leaving when everybody is ready." Aragorn was deeply relieved. He didn't like the idea of being checked out by dwarf.
They set off under the watchful eye of the statues of Aragorn's Kin, Minas Tirith.