Author's Note: Ok, now I'm getting my ducks in a row and have written chapter 5 to our (Babmidnight and myself) lovely comedy fic. I'm enjoying this comedy of tag team excitement while taking a short break from my almost finished "Ballad of Fallen Angels"
One Warning from author! There is one swear word in here, consider yourself warned!
Chapter 5: Setbacks
By: Elvensong
"This is all your fault!"
"My fault, fool Elf? You're the one who began this insane falling!"
"You're the one who decided we come here in the first place!"
The argument continued during their entire and completely unorganized discovery of gravity down the stairs. Finally their expedition met with its inevitable and painful conclusion.
"Well, we reached the bottom."
"Yes, master Dwarf, we will you please get off of me!"
"Quiet!" Gimli said in a forced whisper.
"Why, is there someone else lost down here in the well of doom?"
Gimli moved slowly off of Legolas so the Elf could see what he was referring to. In front of them on the jagged walls were more bats then either of them thought existed in the entire realm of Middle Earth.
"Oh shit." Was Legolas' very thoughtful reply.
Together they stood, very slowly. The Elf never so happy for being a light-footed Elf crept along with the Dwarf trying desperately to imitate his movements.
The bats just sat on their perched watching them in their vertigo position.
When they get a littler further away Gimli finally broke the tense silence, "Did it seem to you that they were laughing at us."
Legolas sighed, "I wouldn't be surprised."
The pair having failed the challenge of the staircase rather brilliantly, continued down the new path laid out in front of them. Unfortunately, in their fall, they fell further down than the place where they had started on the stairs of doom, as Legolas referred to them now. Of course, Legolas referred to everything he saw as being "of doom".
"Stairs of Doom"
"Rock of Doom"
"Troll of Doom"
"Troll of Doom?"
"Troll of Doom!"
The next moments having been spent on a leisurely jog in the caves avoiding the troll of doom ended them up with a choice.
The tunnel split off into two ways, neither looking particularly better than the other.
"Well, Gimli, you're supposed to know caves and such, which way?"
"Let me think."
"I'll be over here, wake me when you're done." Legolas trotted off to sit in the corner.
"Fool Elf."
So Gimli stood in front of the two choices, waiting for inspiration to strike.
"I'm going this way, this must be the way!" Gimli stood as tall as he could get.
"Whatever." Legolas followed, too annoyed by all of this and with no end in sight, he decided to save some of the prime language for later.
Gimli decided the long silence during their walk was getting to him, "So, read any good books lately?"
The Elf glared down at him.
"You know, all this traveling we do together, Gimli."
"What about it?"
"Have you ever thought about the possibility that some people might be taking our relationship the wrong way?"
Gimli looked up, "Whatever do you mean?"
"Nothing."
They continued down the dark seemingly unending tunnel in an uncomfortable silence.