Hey all, I'm thrilled--two pages of reviews in two chapters---Thank you!!! ~ _^ So here we go… Sign Language in 'blah' **Loud Crash** But I think all these reviews are going to the plot bunnies heads, wonder what they broke--Goes to check…
Chapter 3--On The Road To Lothlorien
Aragorn was in better spirits then he had been in a long time. He joined in the others conversations and laughed with them.
"Wonder if our healer has changed any," Syri said.
"Doubtful, I will just be glad to see him and know he is well," Aragorn said. "I just wish I had known he was in Lothlorien. I would have went to visit him much sooner."
"I am sure there was a reason why you were not told. Time was probably what he needed," Boromir remarked. He rode up next to Syri. "I swear Aragorn, you act like a mother hen with one chick with Legolas."
Syri smacked him on the back of the head. "Hush or your bedroll will be cold and lonely tonight lover," she threatened.
"My most abject apologizes, my lady warrior," Boromir said.
Syri smirked. "That is better," she said.
"I may act like a mother hen, but you act like a henpecked husband," Aragorn taunted.
Boromir actually blushed and Gimli laughed loudly. "He is right you know. That is exactly what you act like," he said.
Syri smacked Aragorn across the back of his head as well. "Shut up before I lose my patience, you two and your masculine posturing!" she said.
Qui laughed silently at their antics, eyes sparkling with mirth. 'You fight like children at times, my friends' he signed.
"Do not blame them, Qui, they have not went through puberty yet," Gimli snorted.
All three of them flashed an obscene gesture at the Dwarf at that comment. Laughing, they rode on--eager to arrive at their destination.
**Meanwhile**
Galadriel went to the room where Legolas had been staying the last four years and knocked. She smiled at Legolas when he opened the door. "I have a message from Elrond, your friends are on their way to visit," she said.
"Thank you, Lady. I have missed them," Legolas said. "My father?"
"No, young one, but two years is not so long," Galadriel said gently.
Legolas nodded reluctantly and excused himself then shut the door. "But it seems like a long time to me," he muttered sadly.
Galadriel made a decision as she walked down the hall. She would send a message to Thranduil to see if all was well and perhaps he would send a message to Legolas. She would do so right away. The lack of messages was upsetting Legolas and he didn't need that now.
Some one pounded on Legolas' door. He hurried over and opened it. A very worried Elf stood on the threshold. "Haldir has been hurt, we need your aid, healer," he said.
Legolas followed immediately. Once they reached the sick room Legolas knelt by his friend's side. "How was he hurt?" he asked.
"Boar, it gored him before we were able to kill it," an Elf said.
Legolas healed the wound enough so Haldir wouldn't die from it then stepped back to let an herbalist finish by putting on herbs and bandaging it. The young healer understood now that a fatal wound could kill him if he tried to heal it completely. He had learned to heal a fatal wound to the point where it was no longer fatal then allow it to heal on it's own. His time in Lothlorien had helped him in many more ways then one.
Haldir opened his eyes and managed to smile at Legolas. "My thanks, Legolas," he said.
"Welcome, now get some sleep, Haldir," Legolas said. He left the room, tired ,but triumphant. His friend would be fine in a few days….
A little fun bantering, I like some of that in a story--R/R all please! Keep the plot bunnies hoppy--argh!! I mean happy!!!