The Perils of Fangorn
by SkyFire
For disclaimer, see part 1.
A/N: I'm not quite clear if in Tolkien's universe dwarf-maids have beards or not. They're
not mentioned much at all. For this story, I'm saying they do have them. Just to make
things interesting. I'm thinking of writing out the rest of the LotR story showing how it
would be different according to this AU. What do you think would change?
Let me know your thoughts/ideas about how this should go on, ok? Feedback is my friend.
***
The Perils of Fangorn
by SkyFire
Part 2
An hour later, the hysterics were mostly at an end, though the shock had by no means
worn off.
Gimli was stomping around the camp, brandishing his axe at the air, cursing in a steady
stream of dwarvish the mysterious grey-clad old man that they had seen on the
outskirts of their last camp at Fangorn's edge. To the Dwarf's mind, that grey stranger
was probably at least partly to blame for their current condition. He'd known that man
would be trouble. Anyone who left behind no footprints visible to Elf or Ranger at
their passing was bound to be trouble.
It was rather difficult to tell, if one ignored the curses, that Gimli was anything
other than his usual self; with his thick, partly braided beard covering his front to
the waist, it was only with close scrutiny that it could be seen that he was slightly...
rounder about the corners... than before.
The Ranger had been silent the last hour, once his laughter had died down, busy fixing
his clothing so that nothing would fall off or slide down as he moved.
At last, Aragorn looked up at the others, finally done adjusting his clothing; he'd
tightened every single lacing, buttoned every single button, and still he'd had to
tighten his belt to the second-to-last hole to keep everything together. He'd even had
to tie strips of cloth around the ankles and legs of his boots to improve the fit.
Luckily, though, he could still wield his sword Anduril, if not quite as easily as
before.
Poor Legolas had been trying to practice with his bow as Aragorn practiced with Anduril,
but he couldn't quite seem to figure out how to work around the extra weight on his
chest. Bound by his leather tunic, they didn't stick out much, but still managed to
subtly shift his balance, and he kept missing his mark by about the width of a hand. It
was the worst he'd shot in hundreds of years.
At last, though, they decided that they'd adjusted as much as they could for that
morning, and that it was about time to continue their search for the missing hobbits.
Their belongings were quickly packed away and the Entwade was left behind as they began
their day's trek into the depths of Fangorn.
TBC...
(there should be more action next part... should there even *be* a next part? R/R)
by SkyFire
For disclaimer, see part 1.
A/N: I'm not quite clear if in Tolkien's universe dwarf-maids have beards or not. They're
not mentioned much at all. For this story, I'm saying they do have them. Just to make
things interesting. I'm thinking of writing out the rest of the LotR story showing how it
would be different according to this AU. What do you think would change?
Let me know your thoughts/ideas about how this should go on, ok? Feedback is my friend.
***
The Perils of Fangorn
by SkyFire
Part 2
An hour later, the hysterics were mostly at an end, though the shock had by no means
worn off.
Gimli was stomping around the camp, brandishing his axe at the air, cursing in a steady
stream of dwarvish the mysterious grey-clad old man that they had seen on the
outskirts of their last camp at Fangorn's edge. To the Dwarf's mind, that grey stranger
was probably at least partly to blame for their current condition. He'd known that man
would be trouble. Anyone who left behind no footprints visible to Elf or Ranger at
their passing was bound to be trouble.
It was rather difficult to tell, if one ignored the curses, that Gimli was anything
other than his usual self; with his thick, partly braided beard covering his front to
the waist, it was only with close scrutiny that it could be seen that he was slightly...
rounder about the corners... than before.
The Ranger had been silent the last hour, once his laughter had died down, busy fixing
his clothing so that nothing would fall off or slide down as he moved.
At last, Aragorn looked up at the others, finally done adjusting his clothing; he'd
tightened every single lacing, buttoned every single button, and still he'd had to
tighten his belt to the second-to-last hole to keep everything together. He'd even had
to tie strips of cloth around the ankles and legs of his boots to improve the fit.
Luckily, though, he could still wield his sword Anduril, if not quite as easily as
before.
Poor Legolas had been trying to practice with his bow as Aragorn practiced with Anduril,
but he couldn't quite seem to figure out how to work around the extra weight on his
chest. Bound by his leather tunic, they didn't stick out much, but still managed to
subtly shift his balance, and he kept missing his mark by about the width of a hand. It
was the worst he'd shot in hundreds of years.
At last, though, they decided that they'd adjusted as much as they could for that
morning, and that it was about time to continue their search for the missing hobbits.
Their belongings were quickly packed away and the Entwade was left behind as they began
their day's trek into the depths of Fangorn.
TBC...
(there should be more action next part... should there even *be* a next part? R/R)