Legolas gazed out from where he was perched in the tree, watching his
friend Aragorn get ready to sleep. The two friends had been out hunting,
and were camping in a small clearing for the night. Though the War of the
Rings was over, there were one or two small bands of Orcs and Uruk-Hai
roaming Middle Earth, and you can never be too careful. Legolas was on
first watch.
The elf sighed to himself, twisting one of his braids between slender fingers, as he watched the now sleeping Ranger. He smiled softly to himself, and started to hum gently. The hum formed into words in his mind and he sang softly for a while.
"I can be your hero baby, I can kiss away the pain..." His voice drifted over the clearing as he sat on the tree branch with his back against the tree trunk. "I will stand by you, forever... I can take..." He stopped suddenly, and his fingers moved to his mouth in shock. He had never even heard this song before. And he had never called anyone 'baby' in his life. Frowning gently, he jumped down from the tree silently, and wandered over to the fire. He sat next to the sleeping figure, and gently moved a strand of hair from Aragorn's forehead.
Suddenly, he sat up, gasped and shook Aragorn awake.
"Orcs!" He said simply, standing, his bow seeming to materialize in his hand. He stared at it blankly for a second then reached behind him, where an arrow suddenly appeared in his hand. He raised his eyebrows questioningly at Aragorn, who shrugged helplessly. His sword had appeared the same way, though it had been laid at the other side of the fire. They readied themselves for battle.
It was short and way too easy. Orcs fell as soon as Aragorn's sword touched them, or Legolas' arrows grazed past them to hit the one behind. Aragorn and Legolas took advantage of this, and soon, the clearing was full of dead orcs. They looked at each other and smiled gently, when suddenly Legolas cried out in pain and clutched his side. Aragorn raced over and helped his friend lie down.
"What is it, Legolas?" The ranger asked helplessly, as the Elf sobbed in pain. "Did they hurt you?"
"No... I was not hurt in the battle." He murmured, as Aragorn leant over him, concern in his eyes. "It's... It just appeared... So bad..." He groaned as another wave of pain hit him, and he clung to Aragorn. The ranger held him close, gently stroking the soft blonde hair soothingly. Legolas pulled away and looked up pleadingly at his friend.
"This is no battle wound, my friend. " The ranger said grimly, gently touching Legolas' face. "We must get you to Rivendell. Lord Elrond will help." He stood and helped Legolas to his feet. The elf swayed a little, but stayed basically upright. Aragorn gathered their stuff together and decided to carry it himself. Legolas looked too weak. So helpless and vulnerable... Aragorn shook his head quickly, and walked over to his friend. "Can you walk Legolas?" The elf nodded, and they set off to Rivendell. Legolas stayed close to Aragorn, holding onto his arm most of the time.
Lord Elrond frowned at the two bodies that had just landed in his breakfast. 'Honestly' he thought to himself 'can't a Half-Elven Lord get a moments peace and quiet anywhere?' The two Things lying on his table groaned and disentangled themselves from each other. They were men, Elrond could see, though they were unlike men he had seen before. Taller than dwarves, but not as tall as the men of Gondor or Elves. They were dressed in strange clothes, materials that the Elf Lord had never seen before, and had short hair. Self-consciously, Elrond touched his long dark hair.
"Get off me Sean..." A voice piped up, in a strange accent. The Thing called Sean managed to get off the smaller man. They sat up, still on the table and looked around, jumping when they met Elrond's stern gaze. It was then, Elrond realised, that they looked like Frodo and Sam.
Arwen peeked out from behind the tree, where she was hiding. The Thing was still there. Steeling herself, she crept forward silently, and looked down at the Thing lying on the bridge, the same bridge where she had been standing only a few moments earlier, singing about Aragorn. The Thing moved slightly and Arwen stepped back. She had noticed it was a man, woman's instinct, and that it wore strange clothes made of strange materials. The Thing sat up and looked around, running its hand through its short, dark hair. It reminded Arwen of Legolas... if Legolas had short dark hair, brown eyes and a different complexion. The Legolas-Thing looked at Arwen. Then it grinned.
"Hi." It said.
Merry and Pippin were getting drunk. Very drunk. Which could well explain why Pippin could see two Meriadoc Brandybucks sat in front of him. He peered closely at the second Merry, and noticed short hair and a fuzzy beard. His eyes widened. Then he passed out.
The elf sighed to himself, twisting one of his braids between slender fingers, as he watched the now sleeping Ranger. He smiled softly to himself, and started to hum gently. The hum formed into words in his mind and he sang softly for a while.
"I can be your hero baby, I can kiss away the pain..." His voice drifted over the clearing as he sat on the tree branch with his back against the tree trunk. "I will stand by you, forever... I can take..." He stopped suddenly, and his fingers moved to his mouth in shock. He had never even heard this song before. And he had never called anyone 'baby' in his life. Frowning gently, he jumped down from the tree silently, and wandered over to the fire. He sat next to the sleeping figure, and gently moved a strand of hair from Aragorn's forehead.
Suddenly, he sat up, gasped and shook Aragorn awake.
"Orcs!" He said simply, standing, his bow seeming to materialize in his hand. He stared at it blankly for a second then reached behind him, where an arrow suddenly appeared in his hand. He raised his eyebrows questioningly at Aragorn, who shrugged helplessly. His sword had appeared the same way, though it had been laid at the other side of the fire. They readied themselves for battle.
It was short and way too easy. Orcs fell as soon as Aragorn's sword touched them, or Legolas' arrows grazed past them to hit the one behind. Aragorn and Legolas took advantage of this, and soon, the clearing was full of dead orcs. They looked at each other and smiled gently, when suddenly Legolas cried out in pain and clutched his side. Aragorn raced over and helped his friend lie down.
"What is it, Legolas?" The ranger asked helplessly, as the Elf sobbed in pain. "Did they hurt you?"
"No... I was not hurt in the battle." He murmured, as Aragorn leant over him, concern in his eyes. "It's... It just appeared... So bad..." He groaned as another wave of pain hit him, and he clung to Aragorn. The ranger held him close, gently stroking the soft blonde hair soothingly. Legolas pulled away and looked up pleadingly at his friend.
"This is no battle wound, my friend. " The ranger said grimly, gently touching Legolas' face. "We must get you to Rivendell. Lord Elrond will help." He stood and helped Legolas to his feet. The elf swayed a little, but stayed basically upright. Aragorn gathered their stuff together and decided to carry it himself. Legolas looked too weak. So helpless and vulnerable... Aragorn shook his head quickly, and walked over to his friend. "Can you walk Legolas?" The elf nodded, and they set off to Rivendell. Legolas stayed close to Aragorn, holding onto his arm most of the time.
Lord Elrond frowned at the two bodies that had just landed in his breakfast. 'Honestly' he thought to himself 'can't a Half-Elven Lord get a moments peace and quiet anywhere?' The two Things lying on his table groaned and disentangled themselves from each other. They were men, Elrond could see, though they were unlike men he had seen before. Taller than dwarves, but not as tall as the men of Gondor or Elves. They were dressed in strange clothes, materials that the Elf Lord had never seen before, and had short hair. Self-consciously, Elrond touched his long dark hair.
"Get off me Sean..." A voice piped up, in a strange accent. The Thing called Sean managed to get off the smaller man. They sat up, still on the table and looked around, jumping when they met Elrond's stern gaze. It was then, Elrond realised, that they looked like Frodo and Sam.
Arwen peeked out from behind the tree, where she was hiding. The Thing was still there. Steeling herself, she crept forward silently, and looked down at the Thing lying on the bridge, the same bridge where she had been standing only a few moments earlier, singing about Aragorn. The Thing moved slightly and Arwen stepped back. She had noticed it was a man, woman's instinct, and that it wore strange clothes made of strange materials. The Thing sat up and looked around, running its hand through its short, dark hair. It reminded Arwen of Legolas... if Legolas had short dark hair, brown eyes and a different complexion. The Legolas-Thing looked at Arwen. Then it grinned.
"Hi." It said.
Merry and Pippin were getting drunk. Very drunk. Which could well explain why Pippin could see two Meriadoc Brandybucks sat in front of him. He peered closely at the second Merry, and noticed short hair and a fuzzy beard. His eyes widened. Then he passed out.