The Perils of Fangorn
by SkyFire
For disclaimer, see part 1.
A/N: Sorry it's taken so long! :o( But the Muses seem to be back on this one. Too bad this is
the final chapter (though I've got some thoughts for an epilogue that'll go up after this
chapter). Anyways, hope you enjoy the last "true" chapter of this fic, and don't forget to leave
a review! :o) Many thanks to those who already have! ;oD
Thoughts are in // //.
*****
The Perils of Fangorn
by SkyFire
Part 11
Aragorn and Legolas picked their way carefully across the rubble-strewn courtyard around Saruman's
tower, making their way over to the gatehouse where the hobbits had fed them earlier that day.
Both wore expressions of frustration on their faces.
The three transformed companions- Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli -had gone to get their cures from
Treebeard at dusk, as he had told them when they had asked for one that afternoon. They arrived
at the arranged meeting-place only to be told by the Ent that their cures were not yet ready and
that they should come back around noon the next day.
It was as they had turned away and were making their way back to the others that Gimli told her
companions about how she had seen Gandalf and Eomer go over to speak with the Ent shortly after
they had been told of the imminent curing of the trio.
Aragorn and Legolas shared a glance.
"Gandalf," Aragorn growled.
"And Eomer," Legolas added.
And so now Aragorn and Legolas were on their way to the guardhouse, away from curious ears, to
plot their revenge on their admirers.
***
Eomer looked up as someone came to a stop beside where he sat at his campfire that night. His
breath caught in his throat as he saw Legolas standing there, a bottle of wine in her hand, the
light of the moon and stars making her skin shine like liquid silver.
"Legolas?" he asked.
"Eomer," Legolas said in a husky voice that made Eomer feel like melting right into the ground in
bliss.
"Legolas," he managed to choke out. "What are you...?"
Silvery laughter came from the Elf. "I am an Elf," she said, folding her legs gracefully to sit
beside him. "I am a woman." A slight smirk. "I am the bearer of good wine...." One eyebrow
cocked in question as she held out the bottle, offered it to him.
With hands that shook slightly-- was he actually going to *get* what he had dreamed of these past
few days?? --Eomer took the bottle from the Elf. He used his knife to remove the cork, looked
around briefly, then back at Legolas. He offered her the bottle. "No goblets," he muttered.
She smirked, raised the bottle to her lips and drank a small amount, then offered the bottle back
to him. "I don't mind," she said simply.
Feeling like he needed it, Eomer took several large gulps of the wine. Nearly instantly, he was
lightheaded and dizzy, disoriented. He shook his head to clear it, but that only seemed to make
it worse.
"Le'glasss," he slurred. "Wha-?"
The Elf watched as the bottle fell from Eomer's senseless hand, as the human fell back to lie
flat on the ground.
The last words Eomer heard before he lost consciousness sent shivers down his spine.
"Revenge, Eomer," Legolas said simply, a small smirk upon her lips. "Revenge."
***
Legolas carried Eomer over to his tent, lay him down on the bedroll. She lay the wine bottle down
gently on the floor in one corner, then went back out to see how Aragorn had fared.
She walked in the direction Aragorn had told her she had planned to pull the same trick over on
Gandalf, looking around with sharp Elven eyes for the Dunadan and Istari, finally finding them.
She laughed.
"'Is isn' fuddy!" Aragorn's muffled voice came from beneath the inebriated wizard. "Gimme outta
'ere!"
The Elf went over, rolled the snoring wizard off of Aragorn. "All went as planned, I take it?"
Aragorn scowled. "Mostly. I didn't think that he would be so quick to jump me." She frowned at
the Elf's slightly muffled snort. "All right, so I should have guessed from knowing how quickly
he usually acted, but I didn't. Make yourself useful and help me carry him back to his tent."
Together, the two lifted Gandalf, carried him to his tent and laid him out on his bedroll.
Then the conspirators shared another glance.
"Time for the rest of it, hmm?" Aragorn said in a subdued voice.
Legolas nodded. "Yes. I will see you in the morning, my friend."
The Ranger nodded. "In the morning."
***
Eomer groaned as he slowly came awake the next morning. He grimaced at both the pain in his
throbbing head and the awful taste in his mouth. He kept his eyes firmly closed, knowing from
past experience how the light would only worsen the pain in his hung-over head.
//What happened last night?// he wondered. It was all a blur. There was only the vague memory
of Legolas, holding out a bottle- //Legolas. Legolas has something to do with me being like
this. But what?//
It took a few minutes for his dazed mind to realize that he was naked under his blankets.
It was another few long moments before he also realized that he was *not* alone. His arms were
wrapped around something warm and soft....
Confusion running through him, he dared crack open one bloodshot eye, looked what he held. He
moaned in despair, closing his eyes again, now fighting desperately with his memory. He *had* to
remember. He just *had* to!
In his arms, as naked as he was, Legolas slumbered peacefully.
He had finally lain with Legolas, and he couldn't remember a thing! It was a nightmare!
Across the camp, Gandalf was making a similar and equally dismaying discovery.
Legolas stirred at Eomer's moan, stretched unselfconsciously in the man's arms. Sharp green eyes
focused on him and she smiled.
"Good morning, Eomer," she said, standing. She gathered her clothing together from where they
were scattered aroung the tent, started to dress. "I wanted to say thank you for last night.
Since I am becoming myself again today, I could not help but satisfy my curiosity about how it is
like... for a woman...." She smiled. "You showed me. Thank you."
Eomer sat up in his blankets just in time to recieve a chaste kiss on the cheek, then Legolas was
gone from his tent and he was left alone to battle in vain with his memory.
***
Legolas looked up from her breakfast as Aragorn sat down on the ground beside her. She smiled at
her friend. "And...?" she asked.
Aragorn smiled in satisfaction. "He believed it," she said with a wide grin. "And you?"
"The same," the Elf confided. "Poor Eomer and Gandalf. How long do you think it will be before
they come to realize that it never actually happened?"
"As long as it's *after* we've been given Treebeard's draught, I don't care," came the reply.
"After that," Legolas agreed. She cast a glance to the sky, then back down at her
companion. "Let us finish breaking our fast, then seek out Gimli. It is near enough to noon
that perhaps Treebeard is done making our cure."
Aragorn nodded. "Yes."
Within the hour, the trio were once again on their way over to the spot where Treebeard waited.
Within minutes of drinking their draughts, the three were overcome by waves sleepiness and lay
down, asleep before their heads touched the grass.
***
It wasn't screams that woke her this time. It was loud peals of nearly deliriously happy
laughter. It took but a moment for her somewhat fogged mind to think what would cause Aragorn to
laugh like that. Then realization set in and Legolas sat up abruptly, looking down at herself,
her laughter rising in the air to join Aragorn's as she realized that she was a she no longer,
but once again male as he was born to be.
"It worked," he gasped between peals of delighted laughter- in his own slightly deeper voice.
"It worked!"
Soon, even Gimli was laughing in delight.
All three were relieved. Being women had been... different... but they were glad to be
themselves once more instead of strangers in their own bodies. Or was that 'being themselves in
strange bodies'? Whichever, it was finally over!
The memory of Saruman's curse upon them had completely feld their minds.
Beaming happily, the three made their way back to the campsite to join up with the others.
Eomer and Gandalf went about frowning and pouting for the rest of the day, both over their
'memory loss' and the fact that the Elf and Ranger were women no more.
*****
TBC in the Epilogue...
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by SkyFire
For disclaimer, see part 1.
A/N: Sorry it's taken so long! :o( But the Muses seem to be back on this one. Too bad this is
the final chapter (though I've got some thoughts for an epilogue that'll go up after this
chapter). Anyways, hope you enjoy the last "true" chapter of this fic, and don't forget to leave
a review! :o) Many thanks to those who already have! ;oD
Thoughts are in // //.
*****
The Perils of Fangorn
by SkyFire
Part 11
Aragorn and Legolas picked their way carefully across the rubble-strewn courtyard around Saruman's
tower, making their way over to the gatehouse where the hobbits had fed them earlier that day.
Both wore expressions of frustration on their faces.
The three transformed companions- Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli -had gone to get their cures from
Treebeard at dusk, as he had told them when they had asked for one that afternoon. They arrived
at the arranged meeting-place only to be told by the Ent that their cures were not yet ready and
that they should come back around noon the next day.
It was as they had turned away and were making their way back to the others that Gimli told her
companions about how she had seen Gandalf and Eomer go over to speak with the Ent shortly after
they had been told of the imminent curing of the trio.
Aragorn and Legolas shared a glance.
"Gandalf," Aragorn growled.
"And Eomer," Legolas added.
And so now Aragorn and Legolas were on their way to the guardhouse, away from curious ears, to
plot their revenge on their admirers.
***
Eomer looked up as someone came to a stop beside where he sat at his campfire that night. His
breath caught in his throat as he saw Legolas standing there, a bottle of wine in her hand, the
light of the moon and stars making her skin shine like liquid silver.
"Legolas?" he asked.
"Eomer," Legolas said in a husky voice that made Eomer feel like melting right into the ground in
bliss.
"Legolas," he managed to choke out. "What are you...?"
Silvery laughter came from the Elf. "I am an Elf," she said, folding her legs gracefully to sit
beside him. "I am a woman." A slight smirk. "I am the bearer of good wine...." One eyebrow
cocked in question as she held out the bottle, offered it to him.
With hands that shook slightly-- was he actually going to *get* what he had dreamed of these past
few days?? --Eomer took the bottle from the Elf. He used his knife to remove the cork, looked
around briefly, then back at Legolas. He offered her the bottle. "No goblets," he muttered.
She smirked, raised the bottle to her lips and drank a small amount, then offered the bottle back
to him. "I don't mind," she said simply.
Feeling like he needed it, Eomer took several large gulps of the wine. Nearly instantly, he was
lightheaded and dizzy, disoriented. He shook his head to clear it, but that only seemed to make
it worse.
"Le'glasss," he slurred. "Wha-?"
The Elf watched as the bottle fell from Eomer's senseless hand, as the human fell back to lie
flat on the ground.
The last words Eomer heard before he lost consciousness sent shivers down his spine.
"Revenge, Eomer," Legolas said simply, a small smirk upon her lips. "Revenge."
***
Legolas carried Eomer over to his tent, lay him down on the bedroll. She lay the wine bottle down
gently on the floor in one corner, then went back out to see how Aragorn had fared.
She walked in the direction Aragorn had told her she had planned to pull the same trick over on
Gandalf, looking around with sharp Elven eyes for the Dunadan and Istari, finally finding them.
She laughed.
"'Is isn' fuddy!" Aragorn's muffled voice came from beneath the inebriated wizard. "Gimme outta
'ere!"
The Elf went over, rolled the snoring wizard off of Aragorn. "All went as planned, I take it?"
Aragorn scowled. "Mostly. I didn't think that he would be so quick to jump me." She frowned at
the Elf's slightly muffled snort. "All right, so I should have guessed from knowing how quickly
he usually acted, but I didn't. Make yourself useful and help me carry him back to his tent."
Together, the two lifted Gandalf, carried him to his tent and laid him out on his bedroll.
Then the conspirators shared another glance.
"Time for the rest of it, hmm?" Aragorn said in a subdued voice.
Legolas nodded. "Yes. I will see you in the morning, my friend."
The Ranger nodded. "In the morning."
***
Eomer groaned as he slowly came awake the next morning. He grimaced at both the pain in his
throbbing head and the awful taste in his mouth. He kept his eyes firmly closed, knowing from
past experience how the light would only worsen the pain in his hung-over head.
//What happened last night?// he wondered. It was all a blur. There was only the vague memory
of Legolas, holding out a bottle- //Legolas. Legolas has something to do with me being like
this. But what?//
It took a few minutes for his dazed mind to realize that he was naked under his blankets.
It was another few long moments before he also realized that he was *not* alone. His arms were
wrapped around something warm and soft....
Confusion running through him, he dared crack open one bloodshot eye, looked what he held. He
moaned in despair, closing his eyes again, now fighting desperately with his memory. He *had* to
remember. He just *had* to!
In his arms, as naked as he was, Legolas slumbered peacefully.
He had finally lain with Legolas, and he couldn't remember a thing! It was a nightmare!
Across the camp, Gandalf was making a similar and equally dismaying discovery.
Legolas stirred at Eomer's moan, stretched unselfconsciously in the man's arms. Sharp green eyes
focused on him and she smiled.
"Good morning, Eomer," she said, standing. She gathered her clothing together from where they
were scattered aroung the tent, started to dress. "I wanted to say thank you for last night.
Since I am becoming myself again today, I could not help but satisfy my curiosity about how it is
like... for a woman...." She smiled. "You showed me. Thank you."
Eomer sat up in his blankets just in time to recieve a chaste kiss on the cheek, then Legolas was
gone from his tent and he was left alone to battle in vain with his memory.
***
Legolas looked up from her breakfast as Aragorn sat down on the ground beside her. She smiled at
her friend. "And...?" she asked.
Aragorn smiled in satisfaction. "He believed it," she said with a wide grin. "And you?"
"The same," the Elf confided. "Poor Eomer and Gandalf. How long do you think it will be before
they come to realize that it never actually happened?"
"As long as it's *after* we've been given Treebeard's draught, I don't care," came the reply.
"After that," Legolas agreed. She cast a glance to the sky, then back down at her
companion. "Let us finish breaking our fast, then seek out Gimli. It is near enough to noon
that perhaps Treebeard is done making our cure."
Aragorn nodded. "Yes."
Within the hour, the trio were once again on their way over to the spot where Treebeard waited.
Within minutes of drinking their draughts, the three were overcome by waves sleepiness and lay
down, asleep before their heads touched the grass.
***
It wasn't screams that woke her this time. It was loud peals of nearly deliriously happy
laughter. It took but a moment for her somewhat fogged mind to think what would cause Aragorn to
laugh like that. Then realization set in and Legolas sat up abruptly, looking down at herself,
her laughter rising in the air to join Aragorn's as she realized that she was a she no longer,
but once again male as he was born to be.
"It worked," he gasped between peals of delighted laughter- in his own slightly deeper voice.
"It worked!"
Soon, even Gimli was laughing in delight.
All three were relieved. Being women had been... different... but they were glad to be
themselves once more instead of strangers in their own bodies. Or was that 'being themselves in
strange bodies'? Whichever, it was finally over!
The memory of Saruman's curse upon them had completely feld their minds.
Beaming happily, the three made their way back to the campsite to join up with the others.
Eomer and Gandalf went about frowning and pouting for the rest of the day, both over their
'memory loss' and the fact that the Elf and Ranger were women no more.
*****
TBC in the Epilogue...
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