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Chapter 19

Gimli heaved the last part on to one of the tombs, dusting his hands off as he looked at his work. The tomb was made to house a family of four: the father, brother and two sons.

"It's so sad that four of the same family died, but at least they will rest together," whispered Bethro.

Gimli turned to his lover, and seeing the sadness in her eyes he pulled her to him. "Ay it is, but they fought and helped their people. They died helping themselves and their family, and that has given them peace of mind."

Bethro smiled at the dwarf, observing the position of the sun on his face.

"We should go and get ready ourselves for the feast. The lovers have had their time together, now lets go and tell them that the food is due!" grinned Bethro as she thought of Legolas and Aragorn.

"Come on then Angel, but I refuse to wear formal clothes," grumbled Gimli as he was pulled towards the sleeping area.

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Legolas woke before Aragorn, but was content just to lie there in the human's arms, listening to his heartbeat.

*What did he mean 'a night that lay things to rest'? He can't mean that I have to tell the truth to everyone in the feast? *

He started to panic in his mind, startled by the sound of Gimli and Bethro walking towards the room. He shoved all his problems to the back of his mind as he quietly slipped out of bed.

Legolas could not miss the opportunity to play a prank on someone, but he had to move quickly, and ran to the windowsill. Using the top ledge he climbed into the rafters that looked down on the room.

Bethro walked into the room, followed by a grumbling Dwarf. Slowly she walked towards Aragorn, touching him to wake him up.

"Where is the crazy elf?" boomed Gimli, startling Aragorn to full consciousness. His hand moving to the side searching for the warmth that had only just gone, he opened his eyes to focus on the beams and caught sight of his lover's impish face.

"He must have wondered off," sighed Aragorn as Legolas ran quietly across the beams heading for the door, and jumped to land on its edge right next to Gimli.

"That Elf!" grumbled Gimli, not seeing the elf lowering himself by hooking his legs over the door frame.

Gimli felt a tug on his head, but thought nothing of it until it happened again. He brushed his hair back and pulled down his helmet.

Legolas found this was no fun, and so he decided to do something drastic. Gripping the edge of the Dwarf's helmet, he pulled it off before scrambling up the door to sit on the top.

"Wha?" cried the dwarf at the feeling of his helmet coming off, looking over to Bethro and Aragorn and seeing them trying hard not to laugh. Legolas could not hold in a giggle.

Gimli's attention was pulled upwards at the noise, seeing the elf on the door.

"CRAZY ELF" he shouted, "give me my helmet!"

"If you ask nicely!" Taunted the elf, waving the helmet just out of the dwarfs reach.

"God darn it. If you don't give it back right now you will find it hard to sit comfortably tonight!" Shouted Gimli.

Legolas knew that Aragorn wanted him to confess tonight, so maybe a prank wasn't such a good idea. *Better pacify Gimli now*

"O.K. O.K." said Legolas, passing the helmet down before walking back over the beams and dropping on the bed beside Aragorn.

"Hello" grinned Aragorn to the elf.

"Hello" the elf replied, smiling back at the ranger.

"Well, we came to tell you that the feast is going to start soon and the lady Eowyn wishes for us to sit at her table," said Bethro. "She seemed to want to tell us something," she added.

"Speaking about confessions, Legolas would like to tell you something," said Aragorn, telling the elf that now was time.

Legolas eyed the ranger with a look of pleading. "Please," he whispered.

"No, now" commanded the ranger. "Gimli please sit down, you as well Bethro, you're part of the group too."

Gimli sat on the edge of another bed looking at the couple, and Bethro sat down close to him.

Legolas sank back on the bed.

"Come on Legolas," encouraged Aragorn, putting his arm around the elf.

"O.K." breathed Legolas, gathering his courage. "I'm not sure where to begin, so perhaps I should start with the fact that I lied about my age."

"What do you mean you lied about your age?" Demanded Gimli.

"You know when I told Eowyn that I was 3000 years old?"

"Yes"

"Well, I'm a little under that age." Lied Legolas, looking down.

"More than a little," interrupted Aragorn.

"Elf, just tell me!" Growled Gimli.

"I'm 1900," he whispered, " roughly 19," he added, looking up.

"What!" Yelled Gimli standing up,"you're only a child!"

"Gimli sit down, he's not finished!" Ordered Aragorn.

Huffing the dwarf sat down heavily. " Carry on."

Legolas looked down once more. "You know that I am the Prince of Mirkwood," he started.

"You're a prince?" asked Bethro.

"Yes," confirmed Legolas. "Well, I'm the youngest prince of Mirkwood and my father doesn't know I'm here." He rushed the last few words, looking away from the dwarf's face.

Anger erupted inside of Gimli but this wasn't the time for it, and he started to breathe heavily to calm himself down.

"Your father doesn't know that his youngest son is in the middle of a war, fighting for the human race!" He growled, keeping his anger in check.

"Yes," whispered Legolas, still not looking at Gimli.

One question came to the Dwarfs mind. "Why did you not come with your fathers permission?" he asked.

Legolas looked up at the question. "My father is very protective of his children, especially me," he said. "I wanted to come and help defeat the darkness but my father said I was to young to fight and ordered me to my room, so I snuck out and went to the Council, then into the fellowship," explained Legolas.

"So you ran away to help out," said the Dwarf, and realising why the Elf left, he chuckled " I would have done the same" and smiled.

Legolas smiled briefly. "You're not angry?" he questioned.

"I can't say that I'm not lad," admitted Gimli, "but I can see why you lied. I'll leave it to Aragorn and your father this time."

"Gee thanks Gimli," said Legolas, rolling his eyes.

"Well come on guys, time to ready for the feast!" said Bethro. "Lady Eowyn will be waiting. Now let me get you smartened up."

Gimli was Bethro's first victim. She took his armour before handing him a red shirt and black trousers.

"Where did you get those?" asked Aragorn.

"When I had time in Edoras, I was ordered by the King to get a tailor to make clothes for you all, and they did it to the size they thought that you were because there wasn't much time. Then they sent them here with the party," she smiled, pointing to the parcels on one of the beds.

"I thought they were for someone else," confessed Aragorn, looking at the parcel.

Legolas crawled over Aragorn to look into the parcels. Quickly he reached forward and pulled back the flap of the parcel.

Smack

"Hey!" yelped Legolas, bringing his injured hand to his chest.

"Wait your turn!" Ordered Bethro.

Legolas pouted as he went back to sit next to Aragorn, and leaned his head on the rangers shoulder.

"You're not getting any sympathy from me," said the ranger, looking down at the elf.

Legolas turned his head up and stuck his tongue out.

"Legolas," warned Aragorn.

"Come on Lovers, time to get you ready," said Bethro, breaking the conversation.

"Go on Aragorn, you first," insisted Legolas and pushed the ranger off the bed before scrambling off the other side.

"Legolas!" growled Aragorn, getting up from the floor.

"You have no time for that, Aragorn put this on!" shouted Bethro, and passed Aragorn some blue slacks with a light green top.

"It's not fit for a King but it will do for the feast," Bethro smiled.

"Thank you" grinned Aragorn, changing out of his war torn clothes into his new ones.

"And you master Elf," said Bethro. "Try these on." She handed Legolas a light green top with dark green trousers.

"Thank you" said Legolas, taking the clothes.

"Now you have your clothes, get your self ready and be quick. I have to get ready myself!" Exclaimed Bethro before leaving the sleeping area.

The men changed and began to admire their new clothes.

"I would never have thought of wearing red," said Gimli as he looked down at the shirt he was wearing.

"It looks good on you," complemented Aragorn."Has anyone got a belt?" Asked Legolas, pulling at his trousers."Here," said Gimli, handing his over. "I don't need it."

"Thank you."

"You need to eat more," said Aragorn, tickling the elf's ribs.

"Get off Aragorn! I need to get ready," said Legolas breathlessly.

The three friends readied themselves for the feast.

Boring I know, next chapter soon. Devilburns