Just like to say a BIG thankyou to all the people who reviewed… I did the
Happy Chicken Dance© for a looooooooooooong time afterwards… (See how I put
the word 'big' in capitals to make it look 'bigger'… hehe, aren't I clever…
okay, maybe not)… hope ya like this!
Oh, and Laura, I'm still confused… Elandah and Orlijo are too…
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Aragorn started whistling. Legolas winced at the noise and shifted uncomfortably on the bench. Merry and Pippin were shoving each other playfully; while Frodo had his hands shoved in his pockets and was studying the floor. Sam was searching through his bag, muttering something about rope. Sean, Billy and Dominic stood to one side, chatting quietly. Loud, uncoordinated footsteps alerted the fellowship to the arrival of their friends. Elijah and Orlando hurried onto the courtyard, hurriedly fastening cloaks and pulling on their boots.
"Sorry we're late..." Elijah panted, finally managing to fasten the clip on the front of his cloak. "We got..."
"Distracted." Orlando finished for him, giving him a sultry look before turning back to the others. Elijah blushed.
"Indeed."
"Aaaah." Merry and Pippin jumped and raced behind Aragorn, peering round his legs. Elrond wandered out of the shadows.
"Why do you always do that?!" Merry snapped, stepping out from behind Aragorn and straightening his waistcoat. Elrond raised his eyebrow.
"I have come to wish you farewell." He stated.
"See, he even wore his pretty head band." Legolas muttered, and Aragorn and Elijah, who were standing next to him, grinned. The Lord of Imladris frowned at the younger elf, who blushed slightly.
"The road is not an easy one." Elrond decided to get things underway, the sooner these Things were out of Rivendell the better. "You shall need all your strength and cunning. Good luck, and farewell." Elrond turned and disappeared among the trees.
"Its freaky how he manages to do that." Pippin said, as the troop started on their way out of Rivendell. The others were inclined to agree.
"Are we there yet?"
"No."
"Are we there yet?"
"No."
"Are we there yet?"
"No!"
"Are we there yet?"
"NO! For the last time Pippin, NO, we are NOT there yet!"
There was silence for a second.
"Are we nearly there?" A growl from the man sent Pippin scurrying behind Merry, who was grinning at Aragorn's expense.
"Just ignore him Aragorn." Legolas whispered, as he passed, resting his hand on Aragorn's shoulder reassuringly. The ranger tensed at the subtle touch, then cursed himself for feeling the way he did. He looked round the fellowship, realizing with a sinking feeling, that this is what stood between the author and the whole of Middle-Earth. Well, Middle Earth was doomed.
Merry and Pippin were having competitions on who could annoy the most fellowship members, Sean, Billy and Dominic were walking up together, chatting away. Legolas was up ahead; making sure no danger was in their path. Sam and Frodo trudged on behind him, clinging to each other. Orlando and Elijah were bringing up the rear… Aragorn shook his head violently. Bad thoughts, bad thoughts, bad thoughts… yet strangely tempting… bad, bad thoughts.
"Are you okay Aragorn?" The ranger looked up to see Dominic looking at him, worried. Sean and Billy were behind him, looking concerned.
"Yes.. Yes, I'm fine, its just…" He looked around. They were barely out of Rivendell. "The author is very powerful outside Rivendell… We must be on our guard." They nodded, and walked on ahead. Aragorn waited till the last two Things walked past him before following.
'Now, you're bringing up the rear…' The unwanted little voice in his head taunted and Aragorn gritted his teeth, trying to think of really, really nasty thoughts.
"Aragorn?" He looked up sharply, to see Orlando and Elijah waiting for him to catch up. "Come on." Orlando held out his hand as an offer of help, that reminded Aragorn so much of Legolas in the mines of Moria, when the elf had helped the fellowship across the broken stairwell… He jumped when he realised he hadn't moved at all, and was staring blankly at the offered hand. Shaking his head, he walked forward, and Orlando smiled widely, resting his hand on the rangers arm.
Legolas glanced back over the fellowship. And froze when he saw Aragorn and that Thing… Orlando, walking side by side. Very close. Touching… Legolas frowned and turned back round.
"Don't think about it." He muttered to himself, walking faster. "Don't think about…" 'Where was Elijah in all of this?' the elf suddenly realised. Turning again, he scanned the group for the Thing, and found him walking by himself, a little way behind Orlando and Aragorn, glaring at the rangers back. Legolas smirked, and called the company to a halt. It was almost dark, and the elf knew that this was the best place to camp for miles around.
"We should rest here Aragorn." He called out, watching as the ranger looked up from his conversation.
"Um…" He looked around. "Yes, we should..." He ended, trailing off as the rest of the company tried to hide their mirth.
The fellowship sat around the fire that Aragorn had made, toasting marshmallows (taken from Elrond's pantry) on sticks. Legolas got the sudden urge to sing about a dog named Bingo.
"I shouldn't worry 'bout Orlando." Billy whispered to the elf, as he tried desperately not to burst into song. He looked over at the Thing, who was smiling at him.
"Pardon?"
"Orlando. He does that to everyone." Billy brought his stick… Legolas tried in vain to get the images out of his head… towards him and checked to see if his marshmallow was done yet.
"I know not of what you speak." Legolas said, turning his head away, and ignoring all references to the word 'stick' in his mind.
"You know? Always touching someone? He's just a very friendly person, has to be draped over someone at all times." The Thing grinned fondly. "Mind you, no-one ever seems to mind when he does it to them." Legolas tried to get his mind round this logic. "He's not after your ranger." Billy added, seeing the elf's confused face. "He's into Elijah." The Elf made a noise like a strangled cat* at the unwanted images that statement brought to mind, and decided to sit someplace else.
Frodo sat next to Elijah and glared at Orlando. The latter was sat next to Sam, chatting eagerly away to him about something, his hand resting on the hobbits shoulder. Samwise was being uncharacteristically outgoing, and appeared to be in the midst of telling Orlando a particularly dirty hobbit joke. Orlando laughed. Frodo and Elijah's faces got a little sterner and their lips were twitching, getting desperately close to a pout.
Aragorn, sat opposite them, grinned. Not that seeing two identical jealous faces was amusing. Oh, okay, it was. Trying to hide his smirk, he looked around, and noticed Legolas wandering over to him. His smile disappeared, and he gulped as the unwanted bad thoughts, that were mentioned earlier in the chapter, came back in full force.
Fortunately for Aragorn, the elf suddenly stopped and stiffened. Ignoring Aragorn's groan of frustration, Legolas whirled round and stared suspiciously at a shrubbery. Suddenly, a bright white light appeared from behind said shrubbery, and the whole fellowship gasped as a being stepped out from behind it.
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*I don't know what sound a cat makes when it's being strangled…
Really, I don't, I just couldn't think of a better way to describe it…
And to all those who do know what a cat sounds like when it's being strangled, shame on you…
Oh, and Laura, I'm still confused… Elandah and Orlijo are too…
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Aragorn started whistling. Legolas winced at the noise and shifted uncomfortably on the bench. Merry and Pippin were shoving each other playfully; while Frodo had his hands shoved in his pockets and was studying the floor. Sam was searching through his bag, muttering something about rope. Sean, Billy and Dominic stood to one side, chatting quietly. Loud, uncoordinated footsteps alerted the fellowship to the arrival of their friends. Elijah and Orlando hurried onto the courtyard, hurriedly fastening cloaks and pulling on their boots.
"Sorry we're late..." Elijah panted, finally managing to fasten the clip on the front of his cloak. "We got..."
"Distracted." Orlando finished for him, giving him a sultry look before turning back to the others. Elijah blushed.
"Indeed."
"Aaaah." Merry and Pippin jumped and raced behind Aragorn, peering round his legs. Elrond wandered out of the shadows.
"Why do you always do that?!" Merry snapped, stepping out from behind Aragorn and straightening his waistcoat. Elrond raised his eyebrow.
"I have come to wish you farewell." He stated.
"See, he even wore his pretty head band." Legolas muttered, and Aragorn and Elijah, who were standing next to him, grinned. The Lord of Imladris frowned at the younger elf, who blushed slightly.
"The road is not an easy one." Elrond decided to get things underway, the sooner these Things were out of Rivendell the better. "You shall need all your strength and cunning. Good luck, and farewell." Elrond turned and disappeared among the trees.
"Its freaky how he manages to do that." Pippin said, as the troop started on their way out of Rivendell. The others were inclined to agree.
"Are we there yet?"
"No."
"Are we there yet?"
"No."
"Are we there yet?"
"No!"
"Are we there yet?"
"NO! For the last time Pippin, NO, we are NOT there yet!"
There was silence for a second.
"Are we nearly there?" A growl from the man sent Pippin scurrying behind Merry, who was grinning at Aragorn's expense.
"Just ignore him Aragorn." Legolas whispered, as he passed, resting his hand on Aragorn's shoulder reassuringly. The ranger tensed at the subtle touch, then cursed himself for feeling the way he did. He looked round the fellowship, realizing with a sinking feeling, that this is what stood between the author and the whole of Middle-Earth. Well, Middle Earth was doomed.
Merry and Pippin were having competitions on who could annoy the most fellowship members, Sean, Billy and Dominic were walking up together, chatting away. Legolas was up ahead; making sure no danger was in their path. Sam and Frodo trudged on behind him, clinging to each other. Orlando and Elijah were bringing up the rear… Aragorn shook his head violently. Bad thoughts, bad thoughts, bad thoughts… yet strangely tempting… bad, bad thoughts.
"Are you okay Aragorn?" The ranger looked up to see Dominic looking at him, worried. Sean and Billy were behind him, looking concerned.
"Yes.. Yes, I'm fine, its just…" He looked around. They were barely out of Rivendell. "The author is very powerful outside Rivendell… We must be on our guard." They nodded, and walked on ahead. Aragorn waited till the last two Things walked past him before following.
'Now, you're bringing up the rear…' The unwanted little voice in his head taunted and Aragorn gritted his teeth, trying to think of really, really nasty thoughts.
"Aragorn?" He looked up sharply, to see Orlando and Elijah waiting for him to catch up. "Come on." Orlando held out his hand as an offer of help, that reminded Aragorn so much of Legolas in the mines of Moria, when the elf had helped the fellowship across the broken stairwell… He jumped when he realised he hadn't moved at all, and was staring blankly at the offered hand. Shaking his head, he walked forward, and Orlando smiled widely, resting his hand on the rangers arm.
Legolas glanced back over the fellowship. And froze when he saw Aragorn and that Thing… Orlando, walking side by side. Very close. Touching… Legolas frowned and turned back round.
"Don't think about it." He muttered to himself, walking faster. "Don't think about…" 'Where was Elijah in all of this?' the elf suddenly realised. Turning again, he scanned the group for the Thing, and found him walking by himself, a little way behind Orlando and Aragorn, glaring at the rangers back. Legolas smirked, and called the company to a halt. It was almost dark, and the elf knew that this was the best place to camp for miles around.
"We should rest here Aragorn." He called out, watching as the ranger looked up from his conversation.
"Um…" He looked around. "Yes, we should..." He ended, trailing off as the rest of the company tried to hide their mirth.
The fellowship sat around the fire that Aragorn had made, toasting marshmallows (taken from Elrond's pantry) on sticks. Legolas got the sudden urge to sing about a dog named Bingo.
"I shouldn't worry 'bout Orlando." Billy whispered to the elf, as he tried desperately not to burst into song. He looked over at the Thing, who was smiling at him.
"Pardon?"
"Orlando. He does that to everyone." Billy brought his stick… Legolas tried in vain to get the images out of his head… towards him and checked to see if his marshmallow was done yet.
"I know not of what you speak." Legolas said, turning his head away, and ignoring all references to the word 'stick' in his mind.
"You know? Always touching someone? He's just a very friendly person, has to be draped over someone at all times." The Thing grinned fondly. "Mind you, no-one ever seems to mind when he does it to them." Legolas tried to get his mind round this logic. "He's not after your ranger." Billy added, seeing the elf's confused face. "He's into Elijah." The Elf made a noise like a strangled cat* at the unwanted images that statement brought to mind, and decided to sit someplace else.
Frodo sat next to Elijah and glared at Orlando. The latter was sat next to Sam, chatting eagerly away to him about something, his hand resting on the hobbits shoulder. Samwise was being uncharacteristically outgoing, and appeared to be in the midst of telling Orlando a particularly dirty hobbit joke. Orlando laughed. Frodo and Elijah's faces got a little sterner and their lips were twitching, getting desperately close to a pout.
Aragorn, sat opposite them, grinned. Not that seeing two identical jealous faces was amusing. Oh, okay, it was. Trying to hide his smirk, he looked around, and noticed Legolas wandering over to him. His smile disappeared, and he gulped as the unwanted bad thoughts, that were mentioned earlier in the chapter, came back in full force.
Fortunately for Aragorn, the elf suddenly stopped and stiffened. Ignoring Aragorn's groan of frustration, Legolas whirled round and stared suspiciously at a shrubbery. Suddenly, a bright white light appeared from behind said shrubbery, and the whole fellowship gasped as a being stepped out from behind it.
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*I don't know what sound a cat makes when it's being strangled…
Really, I don't, I just couldn't think of a better way to describe it…
And to all those who do know what a cat sounds like when it's being strangled, shame on you…