Aragorn and Gimli
Alana blinked open her eyes and sat up, glancing around the room. In one of the large armchairs showed that weight was being put on them, and so Alana suspected Gandalf was still in her room.
"Gandalf?" She asked, and the figure sat up quickly, only proving that Gandalf was not the person there.
This person was tall and dark, with ragged locks and fair clothes. His eyes were grey and his expression neutral.
"And so you awaken, young one." The man said, "I am Aragorn, King of Gondor." Aragorn smiled, and reached out to tough her hand.
"I'm Alana." The Elf said, looking up into the man's eyes.
"Alana? Alana what?" Aragorn suddenly felt slightly suspicious. When he had first come in he had thought she looked awfully familiar, and her name was Alana. It was astounding how much she resembled Legolas. One might say it was Legolas, only female.
"Alana Greenleaf, of Mirkwood."
This information made Aragorn start, and he thought slightly angrily to the wizard, So this is why you wanted me in here. I say Gandalf, you're plotting against the fellowship, now! Why, I wouldn't blame Legolas one bit if…
"Is something wrong?" Alana suddenly felt worried, as if he would kidnap her or something for ransom.
"Nothing, just a thought." Aragorn would have said more if the door hadn't been opened that moment by Gimli, whom was carrying a tray of food.
"I'm playing servant for the day and brining this person food." He grumbled, but them stopped as he looked up at Alana's face.
Alana frowned. What was a dwarf doing here? And bringing her food?
"Hello Miss Elf, I am Gimli son of Gloin, at your service."
"I am Alana Greenleaf of Mirkwood." Alana replied warily, and her frown deepened as the dwarf nearly dropped what he was carrying.
"I have brought you food, ma'am." Gimli said, wondering if this just happened to be his dear friend's daughter.
"Thank you." Alana accepted the food and tried to ignore the two being in the room watching her eat.
The door opened again and in walked Gandalf, who instantly shooed Aragorn and Gimli from the room, to be alone with Alana.
***
Gimli and Aragorn walked intently for a moment before Gimli put an arm out to stop his companion.
"Is she, is she Master Elf's daughter, Aragorn?"
"I think so, Gimli. They look alike, and I don't know too many Elves from Mirkwood and the royal house with the name Alana."
"Do you think we should tell him?" Gimli whispered.
"No. I say that they should find out for themselves, even if we have to give them a good push in the right direction."
***
The chance came on a rainy day, where the gentle drizzles of rain were making the ground into mud. Gimli went and invited Alana out to a walk in the rain, to clear her thoughts and stretch her legs. Aragorn invited Legolas to the same type of walk, but gave Gimli a good head start, and the two would meet up later.
Gimli stood with Alana looking down on a small, but strong river, where the only way across was a hard path down and across, or to walk across a log laid across the steep sides.
Alana stood looking about the area, her eyes reaching the rather open garden area. Suddenly two people walked out into the open, one was evidently Aragorn, and the blond haired one was familiar.
He was turning, and Alana sucked in her breath, for this man looked every bit like her father, and as his face turned Alana recognized him.
"ADA!"
***
"Alana's voice was as fair as her mother's, and she could scream louder than both of us combined. But when she would sing, you would be sent into a world of beauty."
Legolas turned his head as he and Aragorn walked out into the open gardens. He looked up a hill, across the river, and swore he saw his daughter running his way, and there was Gimli, just sitting there, but what was Gimli doing in his delusions?
"I can hear her voice sometimes…" Legolas stopped for a second as memory struck, and a scream of 'Ada!' reached his ears. "But they are always just illusions." Legolas turned from the place he had seen his daughter and looked down at the ground.
***
Alana raced down the hill and fast as she could, and began running across the log. The log was old, decaying, and very wet. That didn't matter so much to Alana, all she could think of was her father was alive!
Then something happened Alana didn't intend, she slipped, falling backwards on the log and it cracked beneath her sudden weight and the shove helped, and she was suddenly holding on the log's split ends as the rest fell into the river. If she fell, she would surely die, even if she survived the fall, the waterfall would kill her.
"DADDY!"
R/R Heh heh heh! I'll leave Alana dangling. Will Legolas figure out Alana wasn't an illusion? Or will this story have a sad ending? Read another addition of this story soon! (Now most of you should now understand the title.)