The Perils of Fangorn
by SkyFire
For disclaimer, see part 1.
Thanks for the great reviews for last chapter. Hopefully, the plotbunnies won't abandon me for
*quite* as long this time, hmm? ;o)
*****
The Perils of Fangorn
by SkyFire
Part 10
Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli were served a fine meal by the two amused hobbits. Merry seemed to be
unable to stop trying to pinch Strider, and both hobbits couldn't stop chuckling throughout the
meal. Afterward, their tales were shared outside as all but the Elf happily sat on the green
grass and smoked the pipeweed the hobbits had found amongst the wreckage of the storerooms.
Legolas lay back on the grass, watching the clouds and mist pass by while the others smoked.
Once all the tales had been told, they went into the valley itself and met up once more with
Gandalf and the Riders that had ridden to Isengard with them.
Gandalf himself wanted to speak with Saruman before they left Isengard. Aragorn, Legolas, and
Gimli decided to go with him, as did King Theoden and Eomer. The rest of the Riders and the two
hobbits were to stay behind and wait at the bottom of the stairs for the group to come back down.
Before they went to visit Saruman, Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli went to speak with Treebeard the
Ent. When they told him what had happened, and how, his great booming laugh echoed throughout
the ruin of the Wizard's Vale. Many minutes later, once his laughter had died down somewhat, he
told them that he would make a draught for them that would turn them back into themselves.
So great was Aragorn's relief at the fact that they would soon have a cure that when she heard
the latest of Merry's catcalls, she only smiled.
Merry nudged Pippin in the ribs with his elbow. "See?" he said. "I told you she liked me better
than Gandalf!"
Hearing that, Gandalf scowled.
Overhearing the hobbits' words, Legolas just shook her head in bemusement. She completely missed
the dismayed look on Eomer's face when he heard of the imminent cure. She also missed the way
his eyes narrowed as hastily-made plans formed in his head.
Gimli saw Eomer's reaction, saw how he hurried over to speak in hushed murmurs with Gandalf. She
also saw Gandalf cast a brief look to Aragorn before he and Eomer hurried over to speak with the
Ent.
None of that made *her* feel any better.
Ever since their transformation, she had watched as men flung themselves at the Elf and Dunadan,
with eyes gone glassy with lust. And yet not one- not a single one!- had even looked twice in
her direction. Not that she *wanted* any such attentions; she would have chased the men away
with her axe, had they dared! But the fact remained. No one had even *looked*.
These depressing thoughts were pushed from her head with the smiling return of Gandalf and Eomer,
to be replaced with another, more pressing: Those two are up to something.
It wasn't a pleasant thought.
***
The meeting with Saruman went about as well as could be expected between the forces of good and
an egocentric, power-hungry fallen Istari. Or at least, it *did* until Gandalf stepped aside
enough for him to catch sight of Aragorn and Legolas.
"How fitting!" he choked out in a sneering voice amidst peals of evil laughter. "So *this* is
why I could no longer find you with the seeing-stone!" Then he caught sight of Gimli and his
laughter cut off abruptly. He stared for a long moment, then spoke. "Long and long again it's
been since I last saw something so beautiful! Say you'll come inside and stay with me for the
rest of your life! I can picture it-"
Gimli's face got redder and redder with both embarrassment and anger as Saruman went on at length
and in great detail about such things as silks, feathers, fruits and female-beard fetishes.
"Enough!" cried Gandalf at last, seeing Gimli nearly angry enough to tear the very stones of
Orthanc asunder with her bare hands. "I think it is plain to see that she has no interest in
your offer, Saruman."
The fallen one's eyes darkened with anger at the dwarf's muttered 'aye'. "Spurn me, will you?
Then suffer! I know the Ent is making a cure for your condition, Dunadan, Elf, and dwarf! But
know this: I curse you! By my magic and power, for three consecutive days each month, at random,
the cure will be reversed and you shall be as you are now- women!"
"Saruman!" came Gandalf's interrupting shout- but too late.
A blue glow sank quickly into the three, a spell cast by Saruman.
The three stared at each other in shock. Then Argorn groaned.
"Arwen isn't going to like this," he said.
TBC...
So, what did you think? Please leave a review; feed the plotbunnies! They've been gone on this
fic for so long!
by SkyFire
For disclaimer, see part 1.
Thanks for the great reviews for last chapter. Hopefully, the plotbunnies won't abandon me for
*quite* as long this time, hmm? ;o)
*****
The Perils of Fangorn
by SkyFire
Part 10
Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli were served a fine meal by the two amused hobbits. Merry seemed to be
unable to stop trying to pinch Strider, and both hobbits couldn't stop chuckling throughout the
meal. Afterward, their tales were shared outside as all but the Elf happily sat on the green
grass and smoked the pipeweed the hobbits had found amongst the wreckage of the storerooms.
Legolas lay back on the grass, watching the clouds and mist pass by while the others smoked.
Once all the tales had been told, they went into the valley itself and met up once more with
Gandalf and the Riders that had ridden to Isengard with them.
Gandalf himself wanted to speak with Saruman before they left Isengard. Aragorn, Legolas, and
Gimli decided to go with him, as did King Theoden and Eomer. The rest of the Riders and the two
hobbits were to stay behind and wait at the bottom of the stairs for the group to come back down.
Before they went to visit Saruman, Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli went to speak with Treebeard the
Ent. When they told him what had happened, and how, his great booming laugh echoed throughout
the ruin of the Wizard's Vale. Many minutes later, once his laughter had died down somewhat, he
told them that he would make a draught for them that would turn them back into themselves.
So great was Aragorn's relief at the fact that they would soon have a cure that when she heard
the latest of Merry's catcalls, she only smiled.
Merry nudged Pippin in the ribs with his elbow. "See?" he said. "I told you she liked me better
than Gandalf!"
Hearing that, Gandalf scowled.
Overhearing the hobbits' words, Legolas just shook her head in bemusement. She completely missed
the dismayed look on Eomer's face when he heard of the imminent cure. She also missed the way
his eyes narrowed as hastily-made plans formed in his head.
Gimli saw Eomer's reaction, saw how he hurried over to speak in hushed murmurs with Gandalf. She
also saw Gandalf cast a brief look to Aragorn before he and Eomer hurried over to speak with the
Ent.
None of that made *her* feel any better.
Ever since their transformation, she had watched as men flung themselves at the Elf and Dunadan,
with eyes gone glassy with lust. And yet not one- not a single one!- had even looked twice in
her direction. Not that she *wanted* any such attentions; she would have chased the men away
with her axe, had they dared! But the fact remained. No one had even *looked*.
These depressing thoughts were pushed from her head with the smiling return of Gandalf and Eomer,
to be replaced with another, more pressing: Those two are up to something.
It wasn't a pleasant thought.
***
The meeting with Saruman went about as well as could be expected between the forces of good and
an egocentric, power-hungry fallen Istari. Or at least, it *did* until Gandalf stepped aside
enough for him to catch sight of Aragorn and Legolas.
"How fitting!" he choked out in a sneering voice amidst peals of evil laughter. "So *this* is
why I could no longer find you with the seeing-stone!" Then he caught sight of Gimli and his
laughter cut off abruptly. He stared for a long moment, then spoke. "Long and long again it's
been since I last saw something so beautiful! Say you'll come inside and stay with me for the
rest of your life! I can picture it-"
Gimli's face got redder and redder with both embarrassment and anger as Saruman went on at length
and in great detail about such things as silks, feathers, fruits and female-beard fetishes.
"Enough!" cried Gandalf at last, seeing Gimli nearly angry enough to tear the very stones of
Orthanc asunder with her bare hands. "I think it is plain to see that she has no interest in
your offer, Saruman."
The fallen one's eyes darkened with anger at the dwarf's muttered 'aye'. "Spurn me, will you?
Then suffer! I know the Ent is making a cure for your condition, Dunadan, Elf, and dwarf! But
know this: I curse you! By my magic and power, for three consecutive days each month, at random,
the cure will be reversed and you shall be as you are now- women!"
"Saruman!" came Gandalf's interrupting shout- but too late.
A blue glow sank quickly into the three, a spell cast by Saruman.
The three stared at each other in shock. Then Argorn groaned.
"Arwen isn't going to like this," he said.
TBC...
So, what did you think? Please leave a review; feed the plotbunnies! They've been gone on this
fic for so long!