Hi! I'm back with more fun from Middle-Earth!
Eneth: Hey! You forget that I'm here.
Here's some Legolas, for all you Legolas lovers.
Eneth: *cough* Including me. *ducks dreaded tail whap from Celeb* HEY!!
More Aragorn, too.
Eneth: Don't we just love him?
Alright, this one was mostly 'Eneth's story,
Eneth: I came up with the moral
.
but I edited it. And had the idea for it.
Eneth: Did not! You helped me. A lot, I admit.
Eneth, when I said you could be in the header, I didn't mean you could interrupt every other line.
Thank you, reviewers, both of you. Elf Ears and Hyacinth. Yes, I quite agree, poor Elladan. I'm glad you found it funny.

Anyway...


Aesop's Fable's From Middle-Earth


The Night By The Cliff

Eneth: You're gonna love this one!
~Anarril and 'Eneth!~


This looks as good a spot as any, Legolas commented, standing on a short cliff overlooking a peaceful lake. He turned back to his companion and watched with amusement as the young ranger collapsed on to the ground and removed his sword and belt. The Elf chuckled. Come now, Strider, you act as if you haven't slept for a week.

I haven't, Aragorn growled, glaring at the Elf. A minute later, he was asleep.

* * * * * *

Legolas stood staring at the stars, an idea forming in his mind. He glanced at his sleeping (and snoring!) companion. As he watched, the ranger frowned and shifted in his sleep. Legolas grinned mischievously.

* * * * * *

Aragorn woke, much to his annoyance, to the dawn. Blasted birds, he growled. The ranger sat up, stretched, and instinctively reached for his sword belt. Which wasn't there. He looked at the spot it should have been, a befuddled expression on his face. It was too early to deal with this kind of thing...

Good morning, Strider! Legolas said cheerfully fro behind him. Strider mumbled something.

Oh, uh, he replied absently, getting up to widen the search for his missing belt.

Looking for something? Aragorn made an about face. Legolas was standing by the cliff, holding something...what was it? It took a second for his foggy brain to figure out what it was: his sword belt AND his sword. The Prince of Mirkwood extended his arm over the edge of the cliff, smiling.

You wouldn't dare, Aragorn said, threateningly.

Oh, but I would.

Legolas, I'm warning you...

The elf just smiled. The ranger decided that drastic measures were necessary. He had made up his mind. Taking Legolas completely by surprise, he performed his patented, trademarked, and copyrighted flying tackle. Reflexively, the elf sidestepped and Aragorn went flying over the cliff. A fountain of water erupted, soaking Legolas, who dropped the belt in surprise. There was a dull thump as the sword connected with Aragorn's head. Legolas leaned over the cliff.

Strider? Are you alright?

Moral: 1) Never flying tackle an Elf. 2) When traveling with an elf, always sleep with your belt ON.