Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or places in this story
except for Dolenandúnêion.
In this story, a 'common' Elf is simply one who is not prince, princess, king, or queen and/or is under 3000 years old. For example, Legolas is under 3000 years old but because he is a prince, he doesn't qualify as a common Elf. Understand? Good. If you don't like that, don't read this story.
Dolen carried Pippin to a room on the ground. "I was told Hobbits are not fond of trees, and that I should put you two as close to the ground as possible," he told them as they went. He, Pippin, and Merry were on their way down out of the trees.
"You were told correctly," Merry said.
"Of course I was," he said, surprised. "Lady Galadriel is always correct."
"I was not told that it was her that told you," Merry said, "and assumed it was a common Elf who didn't know much."
"Like Legolas," Pippin said, grinning.
"Legolas, a common Elf? I'll have to tell him you called him that," Dolen said, smiling.
"Ah, here we are," he said at last. "This is where you are staying, and I am to stay with you."
He laid Pippin on the bed, and turned to a large wooden bowl sitting on the table. "Are you hungry?" he asked.
"Pippin's hungry, but Strider wouldn't let him eat," Merry said.
"Good for Strider. A fast does you good," Dolen said. "But now, you must break your fast. You must eat."
"But, Strider said I couldn't until my wounds were healed."
"Your wounds are healed. Eat," the Elf said.
He gave them each a bowl of soup, and a lembas.
"What kind of soup is this?" Merry asked.
"The good kind," Dolen said, smiling. "Eat, don't talk. I am going to look around. I have not been to the ground much."
He returned soon. "Are you done?" he asked. "Galadriel gave me a message for you. She said, 'Do not be mad at Strider, for he was as surprised as you were'."
Merry nodded. "I'm sorry, I just had to blame someone, and Strider seemed the most likely subject."
"Blame Sauron. Now, you must go and apologize to Strider."
Merry nodded. "Okay. Thank you, Dolen."
"Are you coming, Pippin?" Merry asked, getting up.
"No."
"Yes, you are," Dolen said. "Come, Pippin. You must learn to develop your other senses. You cannot let others take care of you always."
"I can do what I like," Pippin said defiantly.
Dolen picked him up and led Merry back up to where Legolas and Aragorn were staying.
In this story, a 'common' Elf is simply one who is not prince, princess, king, or queen and/or is under 3000 years old. For example, Legolas is under 3000 years old but because he is a prince, he doesn't qualify as a common Elf. Understand? Good. If you don't like that, don't read this story.
Dolen carried Pippin to a room on the ground. "I was told Hobbits are not fond of trees, and that I should put you two as close to the ground as possible," he told them as they went. He, Pippin, and Merry were on their way down out of the trees.
"You were told correctly," Merry said.
"Of course I was," he said, surprised. "Lady Galadriel is always correct."
"I was not told that it was her that told you," Merry said, "and assumed it was a common Elf who didn't know much."
"Like Legolas," Pippin said, grinning.
"Legolas, a common Elf? I'll have to tell him you called him that," Dolen said, smiling.
"Ah, here we are," he said at last. "This is where you are staying, and I am to stay with you."
He laid Pippin on the bed, and turned to a large wooden bowl sitting on the table. "Are you hungry?" he asked.
"Pippin's hungry, but Strider wouldn't let him eat," Merry said.
"Good for Strider. A fast does you good," Dolen said. "But now, you must break your fast. You must eat."
"But, Strider said I couldn't until my wounds were healed."
"Your wounds are healed. Eat," the Elf said.
He gave them each a bowl of soup, and a lembas.
"What kind of soup is this?" Merry asked.
"The good kind," Dolen said, smiling. "Eat, don't talk. I am going to look around. I have not been to the ground much."
He returned soon. "Are you done?" he asked. "Galadriel gave me a message for you. She said, 'Do not be mad at Strider, for he was as surprised as you were'."
Merry nodded. "I'm sorry, I just had to blame someone, and Strider seemed the most likely subject."
"Blame Sauron. Now, you must go and apologize to Strider."
Merry nodded. "Okay. Thank you, Dolen."
"Are you coming, Pippin?" Merry asked, getting up.
"No."
"Yes, you are," Dolen said. "Come, Pippin. You must learn to develop your other senses. You cannot let others take care of you always."
"I can do what I like," Pippin said defiantly.
Dolen picked him up and led Merry back up to where Legolas and Aragorn were staying.