This little piece of craziness was inspired by the wonderful "Bagenders" -
if you haven't read it, DO. It's fantastic. Anyway, this is my version, as
it were. And if you have read Bagenders, please be aware that this isn't
the continuation of that - it's my own work. I don't reckon I could follow
Bagenders up well enough -.-* but I can try my own version... : )
Everything LOTR-related, except the fangirls, belongs to wonderful Mr Tolkien. (The fangirls belong to themselves, luckily). I don't own anything else (Legolas, Aragorn, Haldir and Elrond all part-own me though). Red Dwarf is a British TV series and one of the funniest things I've ever come across. Anadins are the most commonly used headache tablets in the UK. If you don't know what a Range Rover is, you've been living under a rock; I'll let you off for not knowing what a Ranger Rover is, though - it's Aragorn's Range Rover with an extra "R" painted on the back...That is mine, kinda. Aragorn and I borrowed it off my uncle...he better not prang it ; )
Concept by someone else. None of this belongs to me but Legolas, Elrond and Aragorn (and Haldir, Elladan and Elrohir, and any other eligible male elves around) are welcome to come kip in my place should they like...
Any other brand names you come across do - guess what?! - NOT BELONG TO ME!! And no copyright infringement was intended or committed (I hope anyways. If so, sincere apologies to relevant companies and/or representatives thereof!). This is a non-profit fic!
Oh, and the tourist attractions in London belong to some governmenty type thing, probably the Tourism Council for London. McDonald's belongs to Mr McDonald, though Merry and Pippin would rather it belonged to them!!
F2002: The Fellowship Hits London (poor old London.)
*...* denotes thoughts. Capitals, pretty obviously, denote emphasis ^_^
Prologue: Thank You and Bug Off
"You have done us all a great good," the Lady Galadriel said kindly to the eight upturned faces. Some hopeful, some a little upset, some downright sad.
The Fellowship bowed low. Arwen simpered somewhere in the background.
"Therefore, I have, at great personal risk, taken it upon myself to provide your reward."
"Saving one so beauteous as yourself is reward enough, m'lady," Gimli offered, earning himself a sharp and swift kick in the ankle from a nearby soft Elven hunting-boot which was, unfortunately, around a very hard and firm Elven foot at the time. Gimli frowned, trying hard not to cry out.
"Perhaps," Galadriel whispered. "But," she continued in her normal voice, "I have arranged for something more. My lord Elrond?"
The dark-haired Elf-lord of Imladris stepped forward.
"And Mithrandir." Gandalf, recognising his Elven name, joined the Elf nobles before the Fellowship.
"This will be the last act of the Great Rings before their power diminishes and fails under the destruction of the One," Galadriel explained. "You know what you must do," she added to her son-in-law and Gandalf.
The three majestic figures briefly touched their Rings together. There was a flash of blinding white light, and the seven Fellowshippers left standing shielded their eyes. When they dared open them again, something felt...different.
"Why do I have a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach?" Aragorn wanted to know.
"Why do I feel young again?" Gimli asked.
Legolas was going to ask why he seemed to have developed a worrying capacity to panic, but thought better of it.
Galadriel was looking sadly at her hand. There was no longer a golden band around one finger. Elrond noted this with a raised eyebrow; Gandalf's expression didn't change. Finally, the Lady spoke. "You have all been granted the greatest gift I could offer..."
Elrond nodded wisely. Arwen beamed.
"Immortality."
"WHAT?!?" said the Fellowship, sans Gandalf, in one voice. "Riiiight..." Legolas the already immortal elf added uneasily.
"It is true that we Elves envy the Men for their lucky escape of Death," Galadriel said, "but I know also that you Men - and Dwarves and Hobbits, Gimli and Frodo, Meriadoc, Peregrin, Sam - envy we Elves for our incapability of dying by natural means. Therefore, after much consideration and many meetings with others, I decided to grant you what it is you wish most. Immortal life."
"Yay!" Aragorn said. Arwen ran over and hugged him.
"Thank you, m'lady," Gimli said. The others added a motley chorus of thanks, but for Legolas, who hung back nervously. THIS lot and immortal life? It didn't bear thinking about.
Elrond beamed at him. "Welcome, Legolas, to the first day of the rest of your life."
And if he hadn't been a respectably three-thousand year old Prince, of excellent breeding and even better manners, Legolas would have sworn there was a cold glint in the Elf-lord's eye when he spoke...
No, he decided quickly. Not Elrond, of all people...
Naaaah.
Everything LOTR-related, except the fangirls, belongs to wonderful Mr Tolkien. (The fangirls belong to themselves, luckily). I don't own anything else (Legolas, Aragorn, Haldir and Elrond all part-own me though). Red Dwarf is a British TV series and one of the funniest things I've ever come across. Anadins are the most commonly used headache tablets in the UK. If you don't know what a Range Rover is, you've been living under a rock; I'll let you off for not knowing what a Ranger Rover is, though - it's Aragorn's Range Rover with an extra "R" painted on the back...That is mine, kinda. Aragorn and I borrowed it off my uncle...he better not prang it ; )
Concept by someone else. None of this belongs to me but Legolas, Elrond and Aragorn (and Haldir, Elladan and Elrohir, and any other eligible male elves around) are welcome to come kip in my place should they like...
Any other brand names you come across do - guess what?! - NOT BELONG TO ME!! And no copyright infringement was intended or committed (I hope anyways. If so, sincere apologies to relevant companies and/or representatives thereof!). This is a non-profit fic!
Oh, and the tourist attractions in London belong to some governmenty type thing, probably the Tourism Council for London. McDonald's belongs to Mr McDonald, though Merry and Pippin would rather it belonged to them!!
F2002: The Fellowship Hits London (poor old London.)
*...* denotes thoughts. Capitals, pretty obviously, denote emphasis ^_^
Prologue: Thank You and Bug Off
"You have done us all a great good," the Lady Galadriel said kindly to the eight upturned faces. Some hopeful, some a little upset, some downright sad.
The Fellowship bowed low. Arwen simpered somewhere in the background.
"Therefore, I have, at great personal risk, taken it upon myself to provide your reward."
"Saving one so beauteous as yourself is reward enough, m'lady," Gimli offered, earning himself a sharp and swift kick in the ankle from a nearby soft Elven hunting-boot which was, unfortunately, around a very hard and firm Elven foot at the time. Gimli frowned, trying hard not to cry out.
"Perhaps," Galadriel whispered. "But," she continued in her normal voice, "I have arranged for something more. My lord Elrond?"
The dark-haired Elf-lord of Imladris stepped forward.
"And Mithrandir." Gandalf, recognising his Elven name, joined the Elf nobles before the Fellowship.
"This will be the last act of the Great Rings before their power diminishes and fails under the destruction of the One," Galadriel explained. "You know what you must do," she added to her son-in-law and Gandalf.
The three majestic figures briefly touched their Rings together. There was a flash of blinding white light, and the seven Fellowshippers left standing shielded their eyes. When they dared open them again, something felt...different.
"Why do I have a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach?" Aragorn wanted to know.
"Why do I feel young again?" Gimli asked.
Legolas was going to ask why he seemed to have developed a worrying capacity to panic, but thought better of it.
Galadriel was looking sadly at her hand. There was no longer a golden band around one finger. Elrond noted this with a raised eyebrow; Gandalf's expression didn't change. Finally, the Lady spoke. "You have all been granted the greatest gift I could offer..."
Elrond nodded wisely. Arwen beamed.
"Immortality."
"WHAT?!?" said the Fellowship, sans Gandalf, in one voice. "Riiiight..." Legolas the already immortal elf added uneasily.
"It is true that we Elves envy the Men for their lucky escape of Death," Galadriel said, "but I know also that you Men - and Dwarves and Hobbits, Gimli and Frodo, Meriadoc, Peregrin, Sam - envy we Elves for our incapability of dying by natural means. Therefore, after much consideration and many meetings with others, I decided to grant you what it is you wish most. Immortal life."
"Yay!" Aragorn said. Arwen ran over and hugged him.
"Thank you, m'lady," Gimli said. The others added a motley chorus of thanks, but for Legolas, who hung back nervously. THIS lot and immortal life? It didn't bear thinking about.
Elrond beamed at him. "Welcome, Legolas, to the first day of the rest of your life."
And if he hadn't been a respectably three-thousand year old Prince, of excellent breeding and even better manners, Legolas would have sworn there was a cold glint in the Elf-lord's eye when he spoke...
No, he decided quickly. Not Elrond, of all people...
Naaaah.