Ch. 3 I am Legolas Greenleaf------------------------------------------------
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"See, Legolas, nothing to worry about." Gimli laughed.
Legolas ignored the ignorant dwarf and continued to stare out into the distance, for he knew not what would come around the rivers bend. He signaled to the captain of the ship to watch out.
Legolas was lost in elvish dreams when he caught a flash of movement and heard a noise. Within seconds he had his arrow fixed and aimed
He was not the only one. An elf with long golden hair and strange eyes stared at him, her arrow pointed at his chest
"Are you free elf or prisoner or war?" She asked in a melodious voice.
"Free elf, though I know not of what you speak?" Legolas asked
" Who are you?" She said, refusing to put away her bow, and he kept his aimed at her too, even if the others on the ship had relaxed.
"Legolas Greenleaf of Eryn Lasgalan and of Ithilien!" This did not go well with the elf maiden.
"Who are you in truth? I warn you! Do not play games with me!" She said, obviously annoyed.
"AYE! Leave the elf alone!" Gimli said form behind.
The girl spun around, shooting her arrow at the dwarf. Legolas let out a yelp and shot his arrow into her back. The maiden's body jerked with the force of the arrow then spun on the elf. She pulled the arrow from her back.
"These arrows are well made, yet they shall not penetrated a coat of Mithril."
Gimli was alive, thank Varda, to his helmet, which stopped the arrow. He was, however, on the floor, purple with rage
"Why you-" Gimli went of into a series of curses in his native tongue. The Elf merely looked at him in disgust.
"Calm yourself Gimli!" Legolas said above his furious yells. Legolas wondered what his friend had said. Gimli had refused to even tell him how to say "Hello". Dwarves were known for keeping their language a secret.
"Do you honestly believe that?" She stared at Legolas as if for the first time. "You aren't Legolas. You can't be!" She narrowed her eyes. "Can you?"
" I am Legolas, son of Thranduil, Prince of Eryn Lasgalan and Lord of Ithilien! Why would I lie?" To prove his point, He pulled out the brooch Galadriel had given the fellowship.
The look in her eyes said it all.
"See, Legolas, nothing to worry about." Gimli laughed.
Legolas ignored the ignorant dwarf and continued to stare out into the distance, for he knew not what would come around the rivers bend. He signaled to the captain of the ship to watch out.
Legolas was lost in elvish dreams when he caught a flash of movement and heard a noise. Within seconds he had his arrow fixed and aimed
He was not the only one. An elf with long golden hair and strange eyes stared at him, her arrow pointed at his chest
"Are you free elf or prisoner or war?" She asked in a melodious voice.
"Free elf, though I know not of what you speak?" Legolas asked
" Who are you?" She said, refusing to put away her bow, and he kept his aimed at her too, even if the others on the ship had relaxed.
"Legolas Greenleaf of Eryn Lasgalan and of Ithilien!" This did not go well with the elf maiden.
"Who are you in truth? I warn you! Do not play games with me!" She said, obviously annoyed.
"AYE! Leave the elf alone!" Gimli said form behind.
The girl spun around, shooting her arrow at the dwarf. Legolas let out a yelp and shot his arrow into her back. The maiden's body jerked with the force of the arrow then spun on the elf. She pulled the arrow from her back.
"These arrows are well made, yet they shall not penetrated a coat of Mithril."
Gimli was alive, thank Varda, to his helmet, which stopped the arrow. He was, however, on the floor, purple with rage
"Why you-" Gimli went of into a series of curses in his native tongue. The Elf merely looked at him in disgust.
"Calm yourself Gimli!" Legolas said above his furious yells. Legolas wondered what his friend had said. Gimli had refused to even tell him how to say "Hello". Dwarves were known for keeping their language a secret.
"Do you honestly believe that?" She stared at Legolas as if for the first time. "You aren't Legolas. You can't be!" She narrowed her eyes. "Can you?"
" I am Legolas, son of Thranduil, Prince of Eryn Lasgalan and Lord of Ithilien! Why would I lie?" To prove his point, He pulled out the brooch Galadriel had given the fellowship.
The look in her eyes said it all.