Thanks again to my reviewers!!!!!
Bill-the-Pony: Haha, Aragorn needs motrin. Aspirin!!!! Can anyone say migraine? Thanks for pointing that Arod thing out! I'll repost the story with the changed stuff. Yes, that is my definition of constructive criticism. That's something that would make my story better. It's not like you are saying "Hey, your chapter is completely wrong! Why don't you stop now before you disgrace LOTR"....and such. Haha sorry I've drunk about 15 Rock Shandy's and I'm pretty hyper. Hopefully it won't affect my chapter....ah well. Hope you enjoy this chapter.
Princess ArWen of sMirkwood: Thank you for your compliments. I got the slipper idea from my brother. When I wake him in the morning he throws various articles of clothing in my direction and I have learned that shutting the door really fast and diverting them makes him angry, and making brothers angry is fun! Maybe I should be careful though, because he's been going to lift weights often.....
Author's Notes: Since Bill-the-Pony pointed out my mistake (which I am very grateful for), Legolas's new horse's name is going to be Laurëroch, which means "Golden Horse". By the way, if you want to know the translations for all the horses' names, Elvirith means "Beauty" (I think... correct me if I'm wrong) and Thintal means "Grey Foot". All translations (except Elvirith) are from the Appendix in the back of J.R.R. Tolkien's book "The Silmarillion".
Chapter Three
Legolas opened his eyes slowly. His head felt like a boulder had landed on it. He tried to move his hand up to his head. The snow that covered him shifted and fell into the space Legolas had to breathe. His lungs yearned for air as he tried to dig to the top of the pile. A hand appeared above him and he grasped it. He was pulled out of the snow. Legolas gasped for air.
"Legolas? Are you alright?"
Aragorn's voice brought Legolas back to his senses.
"I am fine."
"I need your help. I cannot find Gimli."
{Typical of a dwarf} Legolas thought. {Won't be there when you want him to and is there when you don't need him} He scanned the snow to see any sign of Gimli's armoured head or curly reddish-coloured hair. The snow was apparently hard, for Aragorn could walk over the top of it without breaking through it. Legolas guessed that it had iced over due to the freezing temperatures.
A movement directly below him interrupted his thoughts. He looked downward to see, to his surprise, a gloved hand grasping his Elvish boot. Gimli pulled as hard as he could, causing Legolas to topple over backwards with the Dwarf's weight. Gimli's head crested the surface of the snow. He looked around a bit before noticing Legolas on the ground.
"Master Elf, I thought elves did not fall over so easily."
Legolas's faced flushed.
"I suggest we move fast before another avalanche occurs. We must be careful, with a boisterous Dwarf on our hands."
"Boisterous, am I? At least I am not as arrogant as you."
"Arrogant? You dare lecture me on arrogance? If anyone here is arrogant, it is you!"
"Cease this nonsense, both of you! I cannot stand any more of your brawling! We are not here to quarrel. We are here for Mirkwood, which I am sure both of you would agree is in severe jeopardy. Either you appreciate each other or you approve of the destruction of Mirkwood."
Legolas and Gimli glared at each other but did not dispute.
"Are you finished?"
"Yes..." Legolas and Gimli said in unison.
"Then let us continue. We have not much time until dusk."
* * * * * *
They stopped to rest on the western edge of Mirkwood. Thintal, Laurëroch and Elvirith rested near a creek and drank their fill.
"This is your first night in Mirkwood, Gimli. I suggest you stay on your guard." Aragorn advised as they readied for bed.
"How much hardship could happen in one night?"
"You would be surprised.", Aragorn answered. "Some compare Mirkwood to Mordor. There is much more peril in Mirkwood than most think."
"I will take the first watch tonight. I know of the danger you speak of more than anyone else here." Legolas suggested.
"Aye, that would be best. Good night to you both. Sleep well."
"And to you also, Aragorn."
Aragorn and Gimli both settled underneath their blankets. After a few minutes, Legolas watched their breathing slow and their bodies relax as they fell asleep. When he was sure all was safe, he began singing a lament to the stars. It was an old song, one that dated before even Elrond's time. It was known by every elven child and adult alike, and they sang it to the stars every night. The song flowed easily out of his mouth, and the stars seemed the slightest bit brighter because of it.
But a darkness was creeping over the woods, in the form of Orcs. They were Easterlings, and they smelled blood. And they were getting closer by the minute.....
* * * * * *
A shout interrupted Legolas's singing. It was not a sound from an Elven, a Human, or a Dwarven mouth. Sounds from an Orchish mouth were easily distinguishable.
He jumped down from his perch in a nearby tree. He shook Aragorn's shoulder.
"Aragorn! Wake quickly! Orcs approach!"
Aragorn opened his eyes.
"Are you sure of this?"
"I heard them cry."
He nodded.
"Wake Gimli."
Legolas walked over to where Gimli lay.
"Gimli! Orcs are arriving. We need your help."
Gimli stood on wavering feet. He reached under his pillow and retrieved his axe.
"Do you always sleep with it there?" Aragorn asked, almost laughing despite the circumtances.
"You were the one who warned me!" Gimli plopped on his iron helmet and stood at ready. Aragorn also was ready, his sword upright. Legolas prepared his bow and arrows.
"Be on your guards......"
*Another cliffy. I'll try to update faster.....I'M TOO BUSY!!!!!!!!!!! I'm sorry, but right now I am so stressed out. About half of my hair fell out yesterday by accident, so I look like an insane troll doll. But I promise....next chapter will come in less than 4 days.....I hope....:-b
Bill-the-Pony: Haha, Aragorn needs motrin. Aspirin!!!! Can anyone say migraine? Thanks for pointing that Arod thing out! I'll repost the story with the changed stuff. Yes, that is my definition of constructive criticism. That's something that would make my story better. It's not like you are saying "Hey, your chapter is completely wrong! Why don't you stop now before you disgrace LOTR"....and such. Haha sorry I've drunk about 15 Rock Shandy's and I'm pretty hyper. Hopefully it won't affect my chapter....ah well. Hope you enjoy this chapter.
Princess ArWen of sMirkwood: Thank you for your compliments. I got the slipper idea from my brother. When I wake him in the morning he throws various articles of clothing in my direction and I have learned that shutting the door really fast and diverting them makes him angry, and making brothers angry is fun! Maybe I should be careful though, because he's been going to lift weights often.....
Author's Notes: Since Bill-the-Pony pointed out my mistake (which I am very grateful for), Legolas's new horse's name is going to be Laurëroch, which means "Golden Horse". By the way, if you want to know the translations for all the horses' names, Elvirith means "Beauty" (I think... correct me if I'm wrong) and Thintal means "Grey Foot". All translations (except Elvirith) are from the Appendix in the back of J.R.R. Tolkien's book "The Silmarillion".
Chapter Three
Legolas opened his eyes slowly. His head felt like a boulder had landed on it. He tried to move his hand up to his head. The snow that covered him shifted and fell into the space Legolas had to breathe. His lungs yearned for air as he tried to dig to the top of the pile. A hand appeared above him and he grasped it. He was pulled out of the snow. Legolas gasped for air.
"Legolas? Are you alright?"
Aragorn's voice brought Legolas back to his senses.
"I am fine."
"I need your help. I cannot find Gimli."
{Typical of a dwarf} Legolas thought. {Won't be there when you want him to and is there when you don't need him} He scanned the snow to see any sign of Gimli's armoured head or curly reddish-coloured hair. The snow was apparently hard, for Aragorn could walk over the top of it without breaking through it. Legolas guessed that it had iced over due to the freezing temperatures.
A movement directly below him interrupted his thoughts. He looked downward to see, to his surprise, a gloved hand grasping his Elvish boot. Gimli pulled as hard as he could, causing Legolas to topple over backwards with the Dwarf's weight. Gimli's head crested the surface of the snow. He looked around a bit before noticing Legolas on the ground.
"Master Elf, I thought elves did not fall over so easily."
Legolas's faced flushed.
"I suggest we move fast before another avalanche occurs. We must be careful, with a boisterous Dwarf on our hands."
"Boisterous, am I? At least I am not as arrogant as you."
"Arrogant? You dare lecture me on arrogance? If anyone here is arrogant, it is you!"
"Cease this nonsense, both of you! I cannot stand any more of your brawling! We are not here to quarrel. We are here for Mirkwood, which I am sure both of you would agree is in severe jeopardy. Either you appreciate each other or you approve of the destruction of Mirkwood."
Legolas and Gimli glared at each other but did not dispute.
"Are you finished?"
"Yes..." Legolas and Gimli said in unison.
"Then let us continue. We have not much time until dusk."
* * * * * *
They stopped to rest on the western edge of Mirkwood. Thintal, Laurëroch and Elvirith rested near a creek and drank their fill.
"This is your first night in Mirkwood, Gimli. I suggest you stay on your guard." Aragorn advised as they readied for bed.
"How much hardship could happen in one night?"
"You would be surprised.", Aragorn answered. "Some compare Mirkwood to Mordor. There is much more peril in Mirkwood than most think."
"I will take the first watch tonight. I know of the danger you speak of more than anyone else here." Legolas suggested.
"Aye, that would be best. Good night to you both. Sleep well."
"And to you also, Aragorn."
Aragorn and Gimli both settled underneath their blankets. After a few minutes, Legolas watched their breathing slow and their bodies relax as they fell asleep. When he was sure all was safe, he began singing a lament to the stars. It was an old song, one that dated before even Elrond's time. It was known by every elven child and adult alike, and they sang it to the stars every night. The song flowed easily out of his mouth, and the stars seemed the slightest bit brighter because of it.
But a darkness was creeping over the woods, in the form of Orcs. They were Easterlings, and they smelled blood. And they were getting closer by the minute.....
* * * * * *
A shout interrupted Legolas's singing. It was not a sound from an Elven, a Human, or a Dwarven mouth. Sounds from an Orchish mouth were easily distinguishable.
He jumped down from his perch in a nearby tree. He shook Aragorn's shoulder.
"Aragorn! Wake quickly! Orcs approach!"
Aragorn opened his eyes.
"Are you sure of this?"
"I heard them cry."
He nodded.
"Wake Gimli."
Legolas walked over to where Gimli lay.
"Gimli! Orcs are arriving. We need your help."
Gimli stood on wavering feet. He reached under his pillow and retrieved his axe.
"Do you always sleep with it there?" Aragorn asked, almost laughing despite the circumtances.
"You were the one who warned me!" Gimli plopped on his iron helmet and stood at ready. Aragorn also was ready, his sword upright. Legolas prepared his bow and arrows.
"Be on your guards......"
*Another cliffy. I'll try to update faster.....I'M TOO BUSY!!!!!!!!!!! I'm sorry, but right now I am so stressed out. About half of my hair fell out yesterday by accident, so I look like an insane troll doll. But I promise....next chapter will come in less than 4 days.....I hope....:-b