Chapter 4
By waterfall2014
'...'= Thoughts
~...~= Me talking
~~~= Different scene
© = Something that you may not use in your stories without my permission.
Disclaimer: One day I shall own the world. That will include Lord of the Rings. Please note that I said 'one day.' In the meantime, I shall settle for owning a bunch of books, a movie, and a poster all centered around Lord of the Rings.
Note: I'm sitting here being really comfy. I'm wearing a pair of sweatpants that are the ugliest shade of turquoise you ever saw, a t-shirt that is large enough to be a tent, and my fuzzy purple slippers. My hair is thrown back in a gigantic orange scrunchie with small black dots. The overall effect is quite glamorous.
Note #2: I realize you're all as mad as a hornet because I didn't update last weekend. Sorries to you fab reviewers, but I was busy. You see, I have declared my room to be a separate country, B.U.A.D. (Bother Us And Die) It's pronounced like bad, only with a w after the b. It is located in Antarctica because it is minus 200 degrees in there. It doesn't matter if that's in Fahrenheit or Celsius, because either way it's cold. Anyways, I was busy with the constitution and getting my army of Teddy Bears ready to go. Once again, I apologize.
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Gimli sighed and shifted in his chair. Late afternoon sunlight streamed in through the long windows and the sound of songbirds reached his ears. He was sitting by a large feather bed with silken sheets that held the sleeping form of the Prince of Mirkwood.
He had _finally_ gotten the Elf into a room where healers had cleaned and bound his wounds. He, luckily, stayed unconscious while they were working on him, because some of his wounds had required stitches.
About two hours ago, Legolas had slipped out of unconsciousness and into a restful sleep.
'I wonder how much longer it's going to be until he wakes up.' Gimli mused, 'I would have thought he would have by now since Elves heal so fast.'
The sound of a knock startled the Dwarf out of his wonderings. He got up and quickly walked over to the elegantly carved wooden door. Upon opening it he came face-to-face (or rather, face to a bit above half-way up) with one of the many servant Elves that worked in Rivendale. She carried a covered tray in her hands.
"My name is Celolith. I brought you and the Prince of Mirkwood some supper." She said, walking towards a small table by the bed, "It should stay hot until he wakes up."
"Thank you very much." Gimli said as the serving-Elf sit the tray down.
"You're welcome. If you need anything, I will be at the very end of the hall." Celolith said as she reached the door.
"Right." Gimli said, "'Bye."
"Good-bye." With that, Celolith left.
~By the way, if I catch you using Celolith without permission, I will Flame you with a Flame annoying enough to rival President Bush's speeches. ~cough~ Right, well, on with the chapter...~
Gimli sighed. He shuffled back to his post beside his hurt friend, not giving a glance toward the food.
'I hope he wakes up soon.' He thought.
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"Pippin, wait!" Frodo hissed through clenched teeth.
"It's too late." Merry moaned as his cousin disappeared in the underbrush.
"We should go with him." Sam said, drawing his sword.
"Right." Merry and Frodo said simultaneously, drawing their own swords.
The three Hobbits took a deep breath and charged toward forward to save Pippin. Upon bursting through the bushes they nearly impaled him their swords, however, because Pippin was standing there stock-still with a shocked impression on his purty face.
"Pippin! Wha-" Frodo began,
But then he saw quite clearly what.
Aragorn, Arwen, and Boromir were standing in a circle a bit ahead, yelling at each other.
"Wh- Bu- Ho- Who?" Sam stammered.
"...Impossible..." Merry whispered.
"Last time I steal weed." Frodo muttered.
"I know," said Pippin, "They aren't eating."
The other three Hobbits stared at Pippin a moment before deciding to just ignore that last comment.
"What should we do?" Sam asked.
"I guess we should go talk to them." Merry said.
Frodo didn't say anything, but nodded. He walked up to the arguers with the other three Hobbits trailing him closely.
"Um, Aragorn?" He said carefully.
Aragorn gave no sign he had heard or seen Frodo, which was a bit of a shock to the four Hobbits. After all they knew of his fab seeing/hearing/tracking abilities. ~Which you all saw in The Two Towers.~
"Aragorn?" Frodo said louder.
Still no response from the arguing idiots.
"Stupid tall people." Merry muttered.
The Hobbits tried jumping up and down, shouting, chucking a various assortment of rocks and sticks at the stupid tall people's heads, but to no avail. Finally, they gave up and dropped to the ground, panting.
"What are we going to do now?" Sam asked, looking to the West at the sitting sun.
Frodo thought for a moment about their situation, "Well, we might as well make camp here. We could not get very far at all if we started walking again, and we need to get them," He pointed his thumb at Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli's, "To stop shouting and to walk."
"Right." Merry said.
With that the four Hobbits began to set up camp.
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To Daisy G: Review, review, review! Thank you so very much for the title and artist for the song! Now I can do my little Arwen/Aragorn ficcie! I love Frodo's paranoid face too! It's so adorable!
To complaining!: It's not that I have anything against Elves. It's just that my brother's Legolas action figure is holding a bow and his upper arm stays stuck out. I was trying to figure out what to do with it, and I thought: Why not have it setting on Aragorn's shoulders in a friendly way? But then I got the idea that it would be _so_ much more fun if I had Legolas's arm over Aragorn's shoulder and Aragorn was carrying Legolas because he had gotten shot. So that's why. Though, having Aragorn get shot might be fun...~evil grin~
To Whitecoyote: Hmm. Star Wars figures and dinosaurs? Ho boy. That could be a quite entertaining. Thank you so much for the review!
Europa: Actually I think that's a different song. But thanks for your help anyway. And thanks for reviewing!
If you Flame me in a fit, my Inspiration Incense© will be lit. I know this poem is pretty bad, but it was the best idea to be had. So if you want this poem to end, a long review you must send.