"Good! Very good!" complimented Boromir to Pippin, as the man taught the young Hobbit to fence.
"Move your feet" noted Aragorn, who sat nearby, smoking his pipe.
"That's good Pippin!" praised Merry, grinning at his cousin.
"Thanks!" replied Pippin happily.
Legolas stood on a large boulder, surveying the Eastern sky. His eyes strayed to Lalwen, who was watching the duel with a slight smile on her face. They had been on the quest for many weeks now, and Legolas was desiring Lalwen more and more as the days inched by. He was beginning to notice tiny details about her; how she walked with her back straight and face forward whenever she was in deep thought, how she always chewed her food gingerly, never taking large mouthfuls like her new friend, Pippin, did.
Legolas watched as Lalwen slid one of her daggers from her belt, and silently observed it. Aragorn glanced over at her. Then his eyes fell on the dagger, and sparkled with interest.
"Could I see your dagger?" he asked. Lalwen raised her eyes to Aragorn, scanned him pensively for a minute, then rose, strode over, and extended the knife
"But careful, Aragorn," she warned in a low voice, "the blade is much sharper than I image your sword is."
Aragorn starred at her for a minute, then, cautiously placed his finger on the tip of the weapon. Although his finger had barely grazed the blade, a small drop of blood oozed from his hand.
"Amazing," he muttered, his dark eyes studying the exquisite design etched into the sword. Boromir, Pippin and Merry had sauntered over, gazing in awe at the dagger.
"Can you wield it as well?" asked Boromir, his eyes fixed upon Lalwen. A shadow of a smile surfaced on her fair face.
"What is the point of possessing it, if I can't put it to use?" she replied.
Boromir smiled, and Legolas felt a pang of jealousy surging through him. To him, it looked like Boromir was almost coquetting with HIS Lalwen! He smirked.
"Exactly how talented are you?" continued Barrymore
There was a shrill of a sword being drawn, a loud whistling, and a faint "THUD". Lalwen's conceited smile still lurked on her face.
"What happened?' asked Pippin.
Boromir was starring wide eyed at his hand. He had been hold one of his gloves, with only two of the fingers hanging under his grip. Now, one of the fingers on his glove was split in two, and Lalwen's other dagger protruded from his shield, which was leaning against a stone, some thirty metres away. All eyes were fixed on the she-Elf, as she strolled over, wrenched the knife from Boromir's shield.
"Woaw...." whispered Merry and Pippin in unison.
Legolas felt himself smiling. That was the Lalwen he loved, the adorable smile of superiority faintly playing on the corners of her beautiful lips.
"Any more questions?" she asked haughtily.
Boromir merely starred at her in awe. His mouth opened, as if he wanted to say something in reply, but, suddenly, Merry's voice echoed through the clearing.
"What's that?"
"It's just a wisp of cloud!" grunted Gimli, waving it off with an impatient hand.
"It's moving fast, against the wind!" countered Boromir, walking towards the East slightly.
Legolas leaned forward and narrowed his eyes to see better. The 'cloud' was breaking apart, shifting...
"Krenwine from Dunland!" he cried, as he realized the great, black mass was a huge group of Saruman's spies.
"Hide!" cried Gandalf, seeking cover.
The Fellowship threw them selves under bushes and small rocks, and behind boulders. Legolas turned his head, and saw Lalwen running for cover, then trip over a stray stone, and fall. She didn't move.
AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!! IS LALWEN DEAD?!?!? maaaaaaayyyyyybbbbeeeeeee ............... WA HAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA!!! no, she's alive.......i think......
"Move your feet" noted Aragorn, who sat nearby, smoking his pipe.
"That's good Pippin!" praised Merry, grinning at his cousin.
"Thanks!" replied Pippin happily.
Legolas stood on a large boulder, surveying the Eastern sky. His eyes strayed to Lalwen, who was watching the duel with a slight smile on her face. They had been on the quest for many weeks now, and Legolas was desiring Lalwen more and more as the days inched by. He was beginning to notice tiny details about her; how she walked with her back straight and face forward whenever she was in deep thought, how she always chewed her food gingerly, never taking large mouthfuls like her new friend, Pippin, did.
Legolas watched as Lalwen slid one of her daggers from her belt, and silently observed it. Aragorn glanced over at her. Then his eyes fell on the dagger, and sparkled with interest.
"Could I see your dagger?" he asked. Lalwen raised her eyes to Aragorn, scanned him pensively for a minute, then rose, strode over, and extended the knife
"But careful, Aragorn," she warned in a low voice, "the blade is much sharper than I image your sword is."
Aragorn starred at her for a minute, then, cautiously placed his finger on the tip of the weapon. Although his finger had barely grazed the blade, a small drop of blood oozed from his hand.
"Amazing," he muttered, his dark eyes studying the exquisite design etched into the sword. Boromir, Pippin and Merry had sauntered over, gazing in awe at the dagger.
"Can you wield it as well?" asked Boromir, his eyes fixed upon Lalwen. A shadow of a smile surfaced on her fair face.
"What is the point of possessing it, if I can't put it to use?" she replied.
Boromir smiled, and Legolas felt a pang of jealousy surging through him. To him, it looked like Boromir was almost coquetting with HIS Lalwen! He smirked.
"Exactly how talented are you?" continued Barrymore
There was a shrill of a sword being drawn, a loud whistling, and a faint "THUD". Lalwen's conceited smile still lurked on her face.
"What happened?' asked Pippin.
Boromir was starring wide eyed at his hand. He had been hold one of his gloves, with only two of the fingers hanging under his grip. Now, one of the fingers on his glove was split in two, and Lalwen's other dagger protruded from his shield, which was leaning against a stone, some thirty metres away. All eyes were fixed on the she-Elf, as she strolled over, wrenched the knife from Boromir's shield.
"Woaw...." whispered Merry and Pippin in unison.
Legolas felt himself smiling. That was the Lalwen he loved, the adorable smile of superiority faintly playing on the corners of her beautiful lips.
"Any more questions?" she asked haughtily.
Boromir merely starred at her in awe. His mouth opened, as if he wanted to say something in reply, but, suddenly, Merry's voice echoed through the clearing.
"What's that?"
"It's just a wisp of cloud!" grunted Gimli, waving it off with an impatient hand.
"It's moving fast, against the wind!" countered Boromir, walking towards the East slightly.
Legolas leaned forward and narrowed his eyes to see better. The 'cloud' was breaking apart, shifting...
"Krenwine from Dunland!" he cried, as he realized the great, black mass was a huge group of Saruman's spies.
"Hide!" cried Gandalf, seeking cover.
The Fellowship threw them selves under bushes and small rocks, and behind boulders. Legolas turned his head, and saw Lalwen running for cover, then trip over a stray stone, and fall. She didn't move.
AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!! IS LALWEN DEAD?!?!? maaaaaaayyyyyybbbbeeeeeee ............... WA HAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA!!! no, she's alive.......i think......