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Ok, reviewer replies!
Gwyn- Thank you very much! I'm glad you're enjoying this! Wow, no bad review, I feel so privileged! ^_^
Kawaii Elf Girl- Oh really? I'm still showing a little compassion... not that that'll last for long! Hang on, Legolas wants to say something; "Um, yeah, thanks a lot for the band aids! And I love sparkly things, you know, I just couldn't stop staring around Lothlorien because it's so sparkly, and I was talking to Galadriel-" O-KAAAAY! *clamps hand over Leggy's mouth* I swear, he'll be on all night... YAY!!! COOKIES!!! Share all round!
Irish QT- ^_^ I've updated! My friends who read this before I began putting it here also commented on my "excellent" elf-torture... I have a degree in that, you know!
Coolio02- A very close call indeed! Here's an update, just for you!
Elevan Oracal- Thank you! Yeah, some people got confused about that on a different site; basically my teenage mindset sticks it in the Surname files, so it's built in... =P Yup, Saurar has *serious* mental issues! ^_^ I'm glad you're enjoying this, and I'm honored to have the longest review you've ever written! (Even if you *are* high on Sprite!)
Shadow Lancer- Eat your bro's Gamecube?! Wow... that's one mental cat! ^_^ I'm glad you're enjoying this!
Gilrean3- I've KEPT WRITING!!! Happy?! ^_^
KnowInsight- The Three Amigos... nice nickname! ^_^ Yeah, yeah, I know, where was the quick update... I got round to it, didn't I?! I should get on here a lot more now, I was ill, then I had to go live with my grandparents for a week (No Computer = SERIOUS withdrawal symptoms!!!) and then there is the small fact of *homework* for school *gnashes teeth* Flippin' teachers...
Ebony Falcon- Thank you! I'm a sucker for dramatics... does it show?! ^_^
bunny-luver- Love your name btw! Thanks for the nice review!
Ok, I apologize for my prolonged absence! And for those of you who requested longer chapters, I have *attempted* to do more this time! On with the story then...
~*~*~*~
"Gandalf, I'm worried about them. Surely we should just follow them a little way, you know, just to be positive..." said Tathiel. Gandalf's glare simmered, accompanied by an annoyed grunt.
"No young Elfling!" he grumbled. "They will be fine." he finished, the latter sentence emerging more soothingly. Tathiel grumbled as she sat back down again.
"Now I know for sure that there is something wrong!" she said to herself sarcastically. The hobbits just watched the scene as it played out, not wishing to come between the bristling Istari and the emotionally charged she-Elf.
She sat down in a huff, and closed her eyes, trying to clear her mind and listen to the song of the forest. The stars sang, the trees whispered sweet words, and the breeze was calm and cool. She could hear everything... which brought about a horrific metallic noise rushing through the pure air; a noise like swords clashing.
Her large blue eyes snapped open. "No!" she whispered aloud. She scrambled to her feet, kicking up a few dry, decaying leaves from under her feet, and sped with the swiftness that only an Elf could manage through the trees, Gandalf and the hobbits, aroused by her sudden movements, followed close behind.
"What's going on Gandalf?!" gasped Merry as he struggled along with the others to keep up with the young agile Elf.
"I do not know Master Meriadoc, but an Elf's senses are keen, and we would do well to trust their instincts." replied the white haired wizard, panting as they sped through the thick trees that lay in their path, following their nimble guide...
~*~*~*~
Her light footfalls made hardly any imprint in the soft dark soil, but she was able to follow Aragorn and Gimli's hard tracks in the earth. When she approached a small clearing, her heart leapt into her mouth. Remains, remnants of a battle were strewn across the ground. Dead bodies lay lifelessly on the ground, a foul stench of death and blood nauseating all who smelled it. Red life liquid was spattered across the trees, who recoiled from the symbol of demise that sordidly decorated their normally beautiful, unspoiled branches.
She then realized something, whether to jump for joy or burst into tears, she did not know. There was no sign of Aragorn, Legolas, or Gimli but for a fair number of sharp tipped arrows embedded in the backs of the attackers and the tell-tale wounds inflicted with both sword and axe. There was, however, ever so just enough information for Gandalf to reach a conclusion.
"I am afraid that our three friends have been captured." said Gandalf gravely. He turned away and sat down, his aged bones creaking with the strain. Pippin, Merry and Sam followed him.
"What shall we do Mr. Gandalf sir?" asked Sam. The worry that he had been bottling up since learning of all the dark deeds that had taken place for the other members of the Fellowship were beginning to catch up with him, and tears caused his large brown eyes to glitter like stars.
"I do not have a solution as of yet Master Samwise, but I will think of one," replied Gandalf, his features grim yet determined.
No, it couldn't have happened. They couldn't have been caught. "Not Legolas," thought Tathiel. "He is too clever, he wouldn't... he couldn't! And not with Aragorn and Gimli with him... it's not true..." She was desperate, just to see anything, absolutely anything to show where the three of them had been taken to. She stared down at her feet, tough why she did not know, for surely it could show her nothing but the tracks in the wet earth.
The tracks in the dirt... that was the key! Whoever had taken them were apparently not all that bright, forgetting to cover their clumsy tracks, obviously in a large group of some sort. She could follow their trail and find them! She made sure that she had her sword, which would probably come in very useful. She began to walk off when...
"You're going after them, aren't you?" said Frodo. Tathiel turned. She saw in the Hobbit's eyes a piercing gaze, most unnatural for one of the Shire folk. This particular Halfling had seen terrible things though. Perhaps the lure of the Ring, now destroyed in the fires of Mount Doom, perhaps it still lingered on in his mind. Perhaps.
"Yes Frodo. I'm going. I have to find them." Frodo, changing his expression, looked entirely sympathetic but persevering at the same time as only a Hobbit can do. "Please Tathiel, wait. Just wait and we can go together!" However, the look he received from the Elven princess was enough to turn fire to ice.
"I'm going after them Frodo. Don't try to stop me. Just tell Gandalf that I've gone." said Tathiel darkly. With that, Frodo watched transfixed as the youngest Royal child of the Elven Kingdom of Mirkwood ran in between the dark and ominous trees after her brother and his friends...
~*~*~*~
His eyes flickered open, and the first thing he noticed was that it was dark. Very dark. And to make matters worse- he was behind bars. Aragorn shifted his head slightly and immediately regretted it as a white hot pain shot over his forehead. He turned it slowly, learning from his mistake, and saw a shape lying next to him. It was too dark to work out what it was. He tried to remember what had happened...
~*~*Flashback*~*~
For the first time in his life, Legolas was wrong. The attackers were not Orcs. They were, in fact, large cumbersome men who strikingly resembled to the Wild Men of Dunland. Maybe it was the fact that his Elvish senses were dulled down to mortal capacity, or maybe it was because of the emotionally charged event that had just transpired. Whatever it was, it had clouded his judgment.
He parried a blow and swung Anduril hard, slicing one ambusher across the middle. He swung, blocked, and slashed again, bringing down another. As he whipped around twirling his sword in a rough weather worn hand, he saw something out of the corner of his eye.
"Legolas watch out!" he screamed, trying to alert his friend to the large warrior that was sneaking up on him. Legolas turned and tried his best to dodge the hideous dark being, but the sheer numbers of marauders was taking its toll.
He had already lost sight of Gimli, and now could only watch in helpless horror as Legolas took a brutal kick to the chest. It must have hurt something awful, for the Elf's eyes flickered into the back of his head and he keeled over, unconscious. A tearing pain washed over Aragorn's skull, stars exploded before his eyes, and he also succumbed to the darkness...
~*~*End Flashback*~*~
Now his vision had cleared he was able to take in his surroundings. He was in a cell, bound and gagged... and there was someone with him; two people, to be precise. Aragorn looked to his left and saw Gimli, out for the count, propped up against the wall. A slight shuddering near his feet caused him to look down, and to both his relief and misery he beheld his friend Legolas, still out cold at his feet. "Well," thought Aragorn morbidly, "at least we know where each other are now..."
~*~*~*~
The first thing he noticed was a blinding pain in his ribs. Legolas let himself groan subconsciously as he woke up, and opening his eyes revealed that he was in a cell.
A prison cell, with bars on the door and no windows, and darkness everywhere, creeping into every little nook and cranny. "Not a very comfortable place either," he thought. He tried sitting up, but a sharp stinging in his chest made him gasp and slip straight back down again.
"We were wondering when you would wake up." said a voice. Legolas recognized it as Aragorn. "Stay still," he continued, and crawled on his knees over to Legolas. "How do you feel?" he asked, looking down on his friend with eyes of concern.
Legolas looked at him as though it was the stupidest question asked in the history of Arda. "Oh I am fine, save for the small, insignificant fact that I feel as though a ten ton cave-troll has stamped on my ribs," he said sarcastically.
"Well, your temper certainly hasn't been affected." said Gimli, shuffling along the floor on his bottom. He stopped by his friends as fits of laughter grasped them. "What? What?!" he demanded.
"Oh, Gimli," gasped Legolas, "You looked just like a- a-..." He broke off again, trying to regain control. "Well, I cannot find words to describe it, but..." He trailed off as more hysteric hilarity shook his body.
"Blasted Elf." muttered Gimli. Legolas was still laughing, when suddenly he stopped and hissed; a sharp pain down his ribs reminded him of his injury.
"They look broken," said Aragorn, "Be careful, try not to move around too much, I have nothing to bind them with, and even if I did, I wouldn't be able to." Legolas looked at the King of Gondor in confusion.
"Why not?" he asked. Aragorn let a sympathetic smile grace his face.
"Because, my Elven friend, it may have escaped your attention but we just so happen to be tied up at our wrists."
Legolas sighed. "Oh. That causes a bit of a problem..."
~*~*~*~
Later on that night, Legolas heard their two guards bickering. He homed in his acute Elvish hearing to try and pick up what the men were saying.
"I don't know about that Elf," said the first one. "I've 'eard that their kind don't do too well when they are away from trees and stars and stuff for too long, ya know, makes 'em ill and stuff."
Legolas bit his lip to stop himself from laughing. He knew that many races were not fully aware of Elves, always assuming and making up tales to satisfy themselves. Normally however these stories were far from the truth.
"Don't be such a fool Fendur!" said the second one, disbelief evident in his tone. "That's just an old wives' tale that! As if one of them could get sick..." If the men had been doing their job properly, they would have began to suspect something as a sly grin crept over Legolas' face...
~*~*~*~
"Aragorn, wake up, I have an idea!" Legolas shook the man as rigorously as possible from behind.
"Eh? Wha- what are you doing?" mumbled Aragorn. His eyes drifted open to see that Legolas had a look of ecstatic hope and glee about him; Aragorn had seen this look before, when they were both many years younger and he had just met the Elf. It always graced the Elf's face when he was planning something- normally some sort of mischief.
"I have a plan to get out of here! Those imbecilic men think that Elves fall ill when separated from nature," said Legolas.
"And?" asked Aragorn, his brain not fully aware yet. Legolas couldn't help but sigh with exasperation.
"This means, my dim-witted friend, that if I can make them think that I am ill, and you are the only one that can help me..." Aragorn suddenly realized what the Elf was getting at.
"Then they would have to untie me so I can see what is wrong! And then, I can untie you, and we can fight our way out!" Legolas smiled, glad the human had finally understood. That was the problem with humans; it always took a long time to explain things to them. Fortunately he had forever to live, so he could afford to use the time like this... at least, he'd had forever to live. Now he was not so sure.
He wouldn't let that drag Aragorn's hopes down though. "Exactly. Now, I think we should wait for Gimli to awaken," he said, hoping that had been enough to swerve any suspicions his friend may have had.
"Why?" asked Aragorn, "So that we can explain to him also?" That same grin that Legolas had worn earlier returned.
"No. Unfortunately, Gimli's acting abilities are not the most incredible in Arda. Do you understand where I'm going?"
Aragorn laughed. "You are truly evil. He is really going to believe that there is something wrong with you!"
Legolas laughed as well. "Well, we will receive a better reaction at the very least... and I will also gain another hand in the bickering contest. After all," laughed the Elf, "Since when was a Dwarf that concerned about an Elf?!"
~*~*~*~
Gimli woke up after ironically having one of the best sleeps he'd had in ages. He let his head clear a little when suddenly he heard a slight moan from the corner. "What the-?" he thought, and turned.
He was more than a little surprised to see Legolas sitting in the corner, his knees pulled up near his chin, hunched over, and with his eyes shut tight. "Legolas are you alright?" he asked.
Legolas opened his eyes slightly and looked over to him. "No Gimli, I feel dreadfully sick."
Gimli panicked slightly as his Elf friend let his head loll back and rest on the wall.
"Aragorn, what's the matter with him?! What's wrong?!"
Aragorn was trying his best not to laugh. "If that elf ever wants to give up his royal position," he thought, "There will always be an opening for him at Gondor's theatre!" He heard Gimli's gruff voice asking about the state of their friend's health; he regained his composure and replied.
"I do not know Gimli." His words had their desired effect as one of the guards came to the door...
~*~*~*~
There it is! Please R+R, I appreciate it! ^_^ I decided to stick in a bit of lightness coz Ebony Falcon said it was getting a bit dramatic... I can assure you though that it will become dark again soon! And, just so you know, YES this will wander into AU (more than it has already!), but I PROMISE it will come back to canon! Promise!
P.S To Jo and Amy, I know you've both read this before, but I've looked over it and improved it! Tell me what you think! ^_^
Ok, reviewer replies!
Gwyn- Thank you very much! I'm glad you're enjoying this! Wow, no bad review, I feel so privileged! ^_^
Kawaii Elf Girl- Oh really? I'm still showing a little compassion... not that that'll last for long! Hang on, Legolas wants to say something; "Um, yeah, thanks a lot for the band aids! And I love sparkly things, you know, I just couldn't stop staring around Lothlorien because it's so sparkly, and I was talking to Galadriel-" O-KAAAAY! *clamps hand over Leggy's mouth* I swear, he'll be on all night... YAY!!! COOKIES!!! Share all round!
Irish QT- ^_^ I've updated! My friends who read this before I began putting it here also commented on my "excellent" elf-torture... I have a degree in that, you know!
Coolio02- A very close call indeed! Here's an update, just for you!
Elevan Oracal- Thank you! Yeah, some people got confused about that on a different site; basically my teenage mindset sticks it in the Surname files, so it's built in... =P Yup, Saurar has *serious* mental issues! ^_^ I'm glad you're enjoying this, and I'm honored to have the longest review you've ever written! (Even if you *are* high on Sprite!)
Shadow Lancer- Eat your bro's Gamecube?! Wow... that's one mental cat! ^_^ I'm glad you're enjoying this!
Gilrean3- I've KEPT WRITING!!! Happy?! ^_^
KnowInsight- The Three Amigos... nice nickname! ^_^ Yeah, yeah, I know, where was the quick update... I got round to it, didn't I?! I should get on here a lot more now, I was ill, then I had to go live with my grandparents for a week (No Computer = SERIOUS withdrawal symptoms!!!) and then there is the small fact of *homework* for school *gnashes teeth* Flippin' teachers...
Ebony Falcon- Thank you! I'm a sucker for dramatics... does it show?! ^_^
bunny-luver- Love your name btw! Thanks for the nice review!
Ok, I apologize for my prolonged absence! And for those of you who requested longer chapters, I have *attempted* to do more this time! On with the story then...
~*~*~*~
"Gandalf, I'm worried about them. Surely we should just follow them a little way, you know, just to be positive..." said Tathiel. Gandalf's glare simmered, accompanied by an annoyed grunt.
"No young Elfling!" he grumbled. "They will be fine." he finished, the latter sentence emerging more soothingly. Tathiel grumbled as she sat back down again.
"Now I know for sure that there is something wrong!" she said to herself sarcastically. The hobbits just watched the scene as it played out, not wishing to come between the bristling Istari and the emotionally charged she-Elf.
She sat down in a huff, and closed her eyes, trying to clear her mind and listen to the song of the forest. The stars sang, the trees whispered sweet words, and the breeze was calm and cool. She could hear everything... which brought about a horrific metallic noise rushing through the pure air; a noise like swords clashing.
Her large blue eyes snapped open. "No!" she whispered aloud. She scrambled to her feet, kicking up a few dry, decaying leaves from under her feet, and sped with the swiftness that only an Elf could manage through the trees, Gandalf and the hobbits, aroused by her sudden movements, followed close behind.
"What's going on Gandalf?!" gasped Merry as he struggled along with the others to keep up with the young agile Elf.
"I do not know Master Meriadoc, but an Elf's senses are keen, and we would do well to trust their instincts." replied the white haired wizard, panting as they sped through the thick trees that lay in their path, following their nimble guide...
~*~*~*~
Her light footfalls made hardly any imprint in the soft dark soil, but she was able to follow Aragorn and Gimli's hard tracks in the earth. When she approached a small clearing, her heart leapt into her mouth. Remains, remnants of a battle were strewn across the ground. Dead bodies lay lifelessly on the ground, a foul stench of death and blood nauseating all who smelled it. Red life liquid was spattered across the trees, who recoiled from the symbol of demise that sordidly decorated their normally beautiful, unspoiled branches.
She then realized something, whether to jump for joy or burst into tears, she did not know. There was no sign of Aragorn, Legolas, or Gimli but for a fair number of sharp tipped arrows embedded in the backs of the attackers and the tell-tale wounds inflicted with both sword and axe. There was, however, ever so just enough information for Gandalf to reach a conclusion.
"I am afraid that our three friends have been captured." said Gandalf gravely. He turned away and sat down, his aged bones creaking with the strain. Pippin, Merry and Sam followed him.
"What shall we do Mr. Gandalf sir?" asked Sam. The worry that he had been bottling up since learning of all the dark deeds that had taken place for the other members of the Fellowship were beginning to catch up with him, and tears caused his large brown eyes to glitter like stars.
"I do not have a solution as of yet Master Samwise, but I will think of one," replied Gandalf, his features grim yet determined.
No, it couldn't have happened. They couldn't have been caught. "Not Legolas," thought Tathiel. "He is too clever, he wouldn't... he couldn't! And not with Aragorn and Gimli with him... it's not true..." She was desperate, just to see anything, absolutely anything to show where the three of them had been taken to. She stared down at her feet, tough why she did not know, for surely it could show her nothing but the tracks in the wet earth.
The tracks in the dirt... that was the key! Whoever had taken them were apparently not all that bright, forgetting to cover their clumsy tracks, obviously in a large group of some sort. She could follow their trail and find them! She made sure that she had her sword, which would probably come in very useful. She began to walk off when...
"You're going after them, aren't you?" said Frodo. Tathiel turned. She saw in the Hobbit's eyes a piercing gaze, most unnatural for one of the Shire folk. This particular Halfling had seen terrible things though. Perhaps the lure of the Ring, now destroyed in the fires of Mount Doom, perhaps it still lingered on in his mind. Perhaps.
"Yes Frodo. I'm going. I have to find them." Frodo, changing his expression, looked entirely sympathetic but persevering at the same time as only a Hobbit can do. "Please Tathiel, wait. Just wait and we can go together!" However, the look he received from the Elven princess was enough to turn fire to ice.
"I'm going after them Frodo. Don't try to stop me. Just tell Gandalf that I've gone." said Tathiel darkly. With that, Frodo watched transfixed as the youngest Royal child of the Elven Kingdom of Mirkwood ran in between the dark and ominous trees after her brother and his friends...
~*~*~*~
His eyes flickered open, and the first thing he noticed was that it was dark. Very dark. And to make matters worse- he was behind bars. Aragorn shifted his head slightly and immediately regretted it as a white hot pain shot over his forehead. He turned it slowly, learning from his mistake, and saw a shape lying next to him. It was too dark to work out what it was. He tried to remember what had happened...
~*~*Flashback*~*~
For the first time in his life, Legolas was wrong. The attackers were not Orcs. They were, in fact, large cumbersome men who strikingly resembled to the Wild Men of Dunland. Maybe it was the fact that his Elvish senses were dulled down to mortal capacity, or maybe it was because of the emotionally charged event that had just transpired. Whatever it was, it had clouded his judgment.
He parried a blow and swung Anduril hard, slicing one ambusher across the middle. He swung, blocked, and slashed again, bringing down another. As he whipped around twirling his sword in a rough weather worn hand, he saw something out of the corner of his eye.
"Legolas watch out!" he screamed, trying to alert his friend to the large warrior that was sneaking up on him. Legolas turned and tried his best to dodge the hideous dark being, but the sheer numbers of marauders was taking its toll.
He had already lost sight of Gimli, and now could only watch in helpless horror as Legolas took a brutal kick to the chest. It must have hurt something awful, for the Elf's eyes flickered into the back of his head and he keeled over, unconscious. A tearing pain washed over Aragorn's skull, stars exploded before his eyes, and he also succumbed to the darkness...
~*~*End Flashback*~*~
Now his vision had cleared he was able to take in his surroundings. He was in a cell, bound and gagged... and there was someone with him; two people, to be precise. Aragorn looked to his left and saw Gimli, out for the count, propped up against the wall. A slight shuddering near his feet caused him to look down, and to both his relief and misery he beheld his friend Legolas, still out cold at his feet. "Well," thought Aragorn morbidly, "at least we know where each other are now..."
~*~*~*~
The first thing he noticed was a blinding pain in his ribs. Legolas let himself groan subconsciously as he woke up, and opening his eyes revealed that he was in a cell.
A prison cell, with bars on the door and no windows, and darkness everywhere, creeping into every little nook and cranny. "Not a very comfortable place either," he thought. He tried sitting up, but a sharp stinging in his chest made him gasp and slip straight back down again.
"We were wondering when you would wake up." said a voice. Legolas recognized it as Aragorn. "Stay still," he continued, and crawled on his knees over to Legolas. "How do you feel?" he asked, looking down on his friend with eyes of concern.
Legolas looked at him as though it was the stupidest question asked in the history of Arda. "Oh I am fine, save for the small, insignificant fact that I feel as though a ten ton cave-troll has stamped on my ribs," he said sarcastically.
"Well, your temper certainly hasn't been affected." said Gimli, shuffling along the floor on his bottom. He stopped by his friends as fits of laughter grasped them. "What? What?!" he demanded.
"Oh, Gimli," gasped Legolas, "You looked just like a- a-..." He broke off again, trying to regain control. "Well, I cannot find words to describe it, but..." He trailed off as more hysteric hilarity shook his body.
"Blasted Elf." muttered Gimli. Legolas was still laughing, when suddenly he stopped and hissed; a sharp pain down his ribs reminded him of his injury.
"They look broken," said Aragorn, "Be careful, try not to move around too much, I have nothing to bind them with, and even if I did, I wouldn't be able to." Legolas looked at the King of Gondor in confusion.
"Why not?" he asked. Aragorn let a sympathetic smile grace his face.
"Because, my Elven friend, it may have escaped your attention but we just so happen to be tied up at our wrists."
Legolas sighed. "Oh. That causes a bit of a problem..."
~*~*~*~
Later on that night, Legolas heard their two guards bickering. He homed in his acute Elvish hearing to try and pick up what the men were saying.
"I don't know about that Elf," said the first one. "I've 'eard that their kind don't do too well when they are away from trees and stars and stuff for too long, ya know, makes 'em ill and stuff."
Legolas bit his lip to stop himself from laughing. He knew that many races were not fully aware of Elves, always assuming and making up tales to satisfy themselves. Normally however these stories were far from the truth.
"Don't be such a fool Fendur!" said the second one, disbelief evident in his tone. "That's just an old wives' tale that! As if one of them could get sick..." If the men had been doing their job properly, they would have began to suspect something as a sly grin crept over Legolas' face...
~*~*~*~
"Aragorn, wake up, I have an idea!" Legolas shook the man as rigorously as possible from behind.
"Eh? Wha- what are you doing?" mumbled Aragorn. His eyes drifted open to see that Legolas had a look of ecstatic hope and glee about him; Aragorn had seen this look before, when they were both many years younger and he had just met the Elf. It always graced the Elf's face when he was planning something- normally some sort of mischief.
"I have a plan to get out of here! Those imbecilic men think that Elves fall ill when separated from nature," said Legolas.
"And?" asked Aragorn, his brain not fully aware yet. Legolas couldn't help but sigh with exasperation.
"This means, my dim-witted friend, that if I can make them think that I am ill, and you are the only one that can help me..." Aragorn suddenly realized what the Elf was getting at.
"Then they would have to untie me so I can see what is wrong! And then, I can untie you, and we can fight our way out!" Legolas smiled, glad the human had finally understood. That was the problem with humans; it always took a long time to explain things to them. Fortunately he had forever to live, so he could afford to use the time like this... at least, he'd had forever to live. Now he was not so sure.
He wouldn't let that drag Aragorn's hopes down though. "Exactly. Now, I think we should wait for Gimli to awaken," he said, hoping that had been enough to swerve any suspicions his friend may have had.
"Why?" asked Aragorn, "So that we can explain to him also?" That same grin that Legolas had worn earlier returned.
"No. Unfortunately, Gimli's acting abilities are not the most incredible in Arda. Do you understand where I'm going?"
Aragorn laughed. "You are truly evil. He is really going to believe that there is something wrong with you!"
Legolas laughed as well. "Well, we will receive a better reaction at the very least... and I will also gain another hand in the bickering contest. After all," laughed the Elf, "Since when was a Dwarf that concerned about an Elf?!"
~*~*~*~
Gimli woke up after ironically having one of the best sleeps he'd had in ages. He let his head clear a little when suddenly he heard a slight moan from the corner. "What the-?" he thought, and turned.
He was more than a little surprised to see Legolas sitting in the corner, his knees pulled up near his chin, hunched over, and with his eyes shut tight. "Legolas are you alright?" he asked.
Legolas opened his eyes slightly and looked over to him. "No Gimli, I feel dreadfully sick."
Gimli panicked slightly as his Elf friend let his head loll back and rest on the wall.
"Aragorn, what's the matter with him?! What's wrong?!"
Aragorn was trying his best not to laugh. "If that elf ever wants to give up his royal position," he thought, "There will always be an opening for him at Gondor's theatre!" He heard Gimli's gruff voice asking about the state of their friend's health; he regained his composure and replied.
"I do not know Gimli." His words had their desired effect as one of the guards came to the door...
~*~*~*~
There it is! Please R+R, I appreciate it! ^_^ I decided to stick in a bit of lightness coz Ebony Falcon said it was getting a bit dramatic... I can assure you though that it will become dark again soon! And, just so you know, YES this will wander into AU (more than it has already!), but I PROMISE it will come back to canon! Promise!
P.S To Jo and Amy, I know you've both read this before, but I've looked over it and improved it! Tell me what you think! ^_^