Okay, okay, I'm bowing to pressure. Here are Sam's answers and yes Legolas
is up next. Mother Nature's review persuaded me - I had to do him
eventually! This ones a bit long, but I wanted a meeting between Gimli and
Thranduil for some fun, enjoy! Anyway, an insight into Samwise.
"I'm glad to be home too." The speech was almost lost among the rustle of colliding leaves and Legolas was glad, for he had felt almost out of place here among the great forests of Mirkwood. No, he reminded himself, Eryn Lasgalen, the Wood of Greenleaves it is now. Still, the newly named trees had not forgotten him and they rejoiced at his return. Legolas smiled and closed his eyes, extending a slim hand to touch the brown bark, feeling the harsh but leathery texture beneath his fingers.
"The trees are relieved to see you safe my son," A voice Legolas knew so well broke through the silence, but its hushed tones were not violating amongst the silence; it remind Legolas what else he had missed about home. "As am I."
"Highness." Legolas met his King formally, momentarily abandoning the tree in front of him in favour of turning to bow slightly, before straightening and allowing a smile to once again rest on his features. "Father."
Thranduil matched the smile and stepped forward, enveloping his son in an embrace. The contact was held for a few moments until Thranduil stepped back again and scrutinised his son's face, his own face serious. "Gone for barely a blink of an eye and yet I see a change in you Legolas, an aging not shown through your messages home."
Legolas nodded slowly, agreeing with Thranduil's words. "I have seen many things I never thought I would, father, and although my experience had caused me pain, suffering," He paused for a moment, choosing his next words carefully, "I would not have changed them for the whole of Arda itself."
Thranduil smiled again, before throwing an arm around Legolas's shoulders. "So very different from the young Elf that left us. You have changed, but all for the better. But I would get to know this new mature Elf a little more I think."
"And I would be pleased to oblige." Legolas remarked, as the pair began to return home. "For it would seem you sent me away as a messenger, but have me returned a wizened hero."
"But modest as always I see. "Thranduil said, teasing as of old. "It is nice to see some things do not change." Suddenly remembering, the older elf pulled a letter from his pouch and handed it to Legolas. "This letter has just arrived for you, although there are a horde of others waiting for your return also." Legolas took the letter, wondering if he should open it, but Thranduil had not finished speaking. "And there appears to be a dwarf asking for you." He laughed for a moment. "A dwarf! And would you believe he's the son of old Gloin, I hope he's not here to make trouble, we've had enough recently."
Gimli! Legolas's heart was indeed at rest, but things would take a lot of explaining. "Times have changed indeed father, I fear a new era is upon us." He left Thranduil to mutter a few words concerning an opinion of dwarves that Legolas did not share and opened that letter out of curiosity. He read:
First make a copy of this letter and change the answers so they apply to you. Then send it to all the people you know. You may learn some interesting facts about your friends!
Legolas frowned briefly in confusion, but a voice soon drew his attention away.
"Master Elf!" The deep gravely tones called out. Legolas looked up, letter forgotten and ran, swift-footedly, towards his dwarven friend, leaving Thranduil in amazement as he bent and caught the small figure in a bear hug.
"Gimli my friend!" Legolas exclaimed, before rising again and making a few introductions. "Father, this is Gimli, whom I spoke of in my letters as my fellow traveller. And Gimli, this is my father Thranduil." For a moment the air was harsh with confrontation, but to Legolas's joy, Gimli extended a hand in friendship.
"Gimli at your service." He said in the traditional manner of the dwarves. Legolas held his breath for a moment, but the tension was unnecessary.
"Thranduil at your service and your family's" Thranduil replied hesitantly but correctly, taking Gimli's hand, but was rewarded by a huge grin. Still, the dwarf had one more card to play.
"A star shines on the hour of our meeting." He added and this time Thranduil beamed in response. Legolas placed a hand on the shoulder of each of them, proud that both had put aside their past opinions.
"It seems Legolas that you are part of this chain of nonsense too." Gimli said suddenly, observing the letter in Legolas's hand that rested on his shoulder. The elf was reminded of its presence and read a little further.
Name: Samwise Gamgee
Nicknames: Sam, Sammie, young Gaffer.
If you could build a house anywhere, where would it be? If Lord Elrond would be agreeable, I should like to visit Rivendell more often - the flowers and shrubbery are almost as breathtaking as it's inhabitants and I do miss it.
What is your favourite place to be? Out in the garden in the sunshine for some peace and quiet.
What is your least favourite place to be? Mount Doom is certainly not my favourite place, far too hot for my liking. And the company of Orcs is a terrible place to be, even if they think you're one of them! I hope never to repeat that experience.
What is the last good song you heard? Some merry tune that Pippin was mangling by his whistling. Frodo did it some justice later.
What is your favourite colour? The blue of the flowers Rosie likes to wear in her hair.
What is your favourite smell? Good clean soil freshly dug. And mushrooms. A combination of both perhaps?
What is your favourite article of clothing? My gardening gloves.
What makes you angry? People who stand idle when they could be helping, especially when they know it too. And the little rumens who like to pick my best daisies when I'm not looking.
What time do you wake up in the morning? When I hear my plants calling for a good watering. I think elves rub off on you.
Can you juggle? Why would I need such a talent? I reckon that if you need the flair for something, then you should already have the knack of it to start with!
What would you hate to be left in a room with? That little creeper Gollum. I don't like to speak ill of the dead but I didn't like him one bit. He may have done his bit towards the end but I've had my fill of him.
Is the goblet half empty or half full? I'd like to hope it'd be half full. Sometimes I wonder though.
What is the first thing you think when you wake up? Half the time I worry about leaving my grass clippers out in the rain, the other half I worry about what adventures life has in store for me today.
What is your favourite form of exercise? Taking old Bill my pony out for a quick walk.
Who do you have a crush on at the moment? Well, Rosie is my wife and there's no one in the world I'd rather it was so it must be her. And Master Frodo? I'll have you for your comment! That girl and the mushroom stew are strictly mine! He knows I'm only jesting.
What have you got in your pocket? A dirty rag to wipe my hands on, and soil. Lots of soil. It gets everywhere. Sorry Rosie love.
Who is most likely to respond to this letter? Perhaps Haldir and Glorfindel - they run around with these letters often enough, I think it's time they answered for themselves.
Who is least likely to respond to this letter? Frodo, as he's reading it over my shoulder and laughing, and since he's already sent it out.
"I don't understand. "Legolas admitted eventually, letting the letter fall to the tabletop since the group had moved inside since he had started reading.
"Perhaps these will help." Thranduil noted letting a whole stack of letters drop beside the one his son had put down. Legolas flicked through them briefly, before stopping on one with a scrawl he recognised.
"It appears someone else has been part of this nonsense too." He teased Gimli whose eyes twinkled at the light barb but remained silent. "Perhaps I will work my way through these, then think about sending some off myself." He mused.
So he began to read, beginning with Gimli's, and while he read he asked that some paper be brought to him. It was quickly done, the household so pleased to have the young master back home.
And soon his answers will be out; well I have been planning them from day one! And don't hate me Gollum lovers, it's only Sam who doesn't like him. And I think I have a cunning plan to get Gollum in. although it may not work for any other of the deceased members. I'll work on it. Until next time!
"I'm glad to be home too." The speech was almost lost among the rustle of colliding leaves and Legolas was glad, for he had felt almost out of place here among the great forests of Mirkwood. No, he reminded himself, Eryn Lasgalen, the Wood of Greenleaves it is now. Still, the newly named trees had not forgotten him and they rejoiced at his return. Legolas smiled and closed his eyes, extending a slim hand to touch the brown bark, feeling the harsh but leathery texture beneath his fingers.
"The trees are relieved to see you safe my son," A voice Legolas knew so well broke through the silence, but its hushed tones were not violating amongst the silence; it remind Legolas what else he had missed about home. "As am I."
"Highness." Legolas met his King formally, momentarily abandoning the tree in front of him in favour of turning to bow slightly, before straightening and allowing a smile to once again rest on his features. "Father."
Thranduil matched the smile and stepped forward, enveloping his son in an embrace. The contact was held for a few moments until Thranduil stepped back again and scrutinised his son's face, his own face serious. "Gone for barely a blink of an eye and yet I see a change in you Legolas, an aging not shown through your messages home."
Legolas nodded slowly, agreeing with Thranduil's words. "I have seen many things I never thought I would, father, and although my experience had caused me pain, suffering," He paused for a moment, choosing his next words carefully, "I would not have changed them for the whole of Arda itself."
Thranduil smiled again, before throwing an arm around Legolas's shoulders. "So very different from the young Elf that left us. You have changed, but all for the better. But I would get to know this new mature Elf a little more I think."
"And I would be pleased to oblige." Legolas remarked, as the pair began to return home. "For it would seem you sent me away as a messenger, but have me returned a wizened hero."
"But modest as always I see. "Thranduil said, teasing as of old. "It is nice to see some things do not change." Suddenly remembering, the older elf pulled a letter from his pouch and handed it to Legolas. "This letter has just arrived for you, although there are a horde of others waiting for your return also." Legolas took the letter, wondering if he should open it, but Thranduil had not finished speaking. "And there appears to be a dwarf asking for you." He laughed for a moment. "A dwarf! And would you believe he's the son of old Gloin, I hope he's not here to make trouble, we've had enough recently."
Gimli! Legolas's heart was indeed at rest, but things would take a lot of explaining. "Times have changed indeed father, I fear a new era is upon us." He left Thranduil to mutter a few words concerning an opinion of dwarves that Legolas did not share and opened that letter out of curiosity. He read:
First make a copy of this letter and change the answers so they apply to you. Then send it to all the people you know. You may learn some interesting facts about your friends!
Legolas frowned briefly in confusion, but a voice soon drew his attention away.
"Master Elf!" The deep gravely tones called out. Legolas looked up, letter forgotten and ran, swift-footedly, towards his dwarven friend, leaving Thranduil in amazement as he bent and caught the small figure in a bear hug.
"Gimli my friend!" Legolas exclaimed, before rising again and making a few introductions. "Father, this is Gimli, whom I spoke of in my letters as my fellow traveller. And Gimli, this is my father Thranduil." For a moment the air was harsh with confrontation, but to Legolas's joy, Gimli extended a hand in friendship.
"Gimli at your service." He said in the traditional manner of the dwarves. Legolas held his breath for a moment, but the tension was unnecessary.
"Thranduil at your service and your family's" Thranduil replied hesitantly but correctly, taking Gimli's hand, but was rewarded by a huge grin. Still, the dwarf had one more card to play.
"A star shines on the hour of our meeting." He added and this time Thranduil beamed in response. Legolas placed a hand on the shoulder of each of them, proud that both had put aside their past opinions.
"It seems Legolas that you are part of this chain of nonsense too." Gimli said suddenly, observing the letter in Legolas's hand that rested on his shoulder. The elf was reminded of its presence and read a little further.
Name: Samwise Gamgee
Nicknames: Sam, Sammie, young Gaffer.
If you could build a house anywhere, where would it be? If Lord Elrond would be agreeable, I should like to visit Rivendell more often - the flowers and shrubbery are almost as breathtaking as it's inhabitants and I do miss it.
What is your favourite place to be? Out in the garden in the sunshine for some peace and quiet.
What is your least favourite place to be? Mount Doom is certainly not my favourite place, far too hot for my liking. And the company of Orcs is a terrible place to be, even if they think you're one of them! I hope never to repeat that experience.
What is the last good song you heard? Some merry tune that Pippin was mangling by his whistling. Frodo did it some justice later.
What is your favourite colour? The blue of the flowers Rosie likes to wear in her hair.
What is your favourite smell? Good clean soil freshly dug. And mushrooms. A combination of both perhaps?
What is your favourite article of clothing? My gardening gloves.
What makes you angry? People who stand idle when they could be helping, especially when they know it too. And the little rumens who like to pick my best daisies when I'm not looking.
What time do you wake up in the morning? When I hear my plants calling for a good watering. I think elves rub off on you.
Can you juggle? Why would I need such a talent? I reckon that if you need the flair for something, then you should already have the knack of it to start with!
What would you hate to be left in a room with? That little creeper Gollum. I don't like to speak ill of the dead but I didn't like him one bit. He may have done his bit towards the end but I've had my fill of him.
Is the goblet half empty or half full? I'd like to hope it'd be half full. Sometimes I wonder though.
What is the first thing you think when you wake up? Half the time I worry about leaving my grass clippers out in the rain, the other half I worry about what adventures life has in store for me today.
What is your favourite form of exercise? Taking old Bill my pony out for a quick walk.
Who do you have a crush on at the moment? Well, Rosie is my wife and there's no one in the world I'd rather it was so it must be her. And Master Frodo? I'll have you for your comment! That girl and the mushroom stew are strictly mine! He knows I'm only jesting.
What have you got in your pocket? A dirty rag to wipe my hands on, and soil. Lots of soil. It gets everywhere. Sorry Rosie love.
Who is most likely to respond to this letter? Perhaps Haldir and Glorfindel - they run around with these letters often enough, I think it's time they answered for themselves.
Who is least likely to respond to this letter? Frodo, as he's reading it over my shoulder and laughing, and since he's already sent it out.
"I don't understand. "Legolas admitted eventually, letting the letter fall to the tabletop since the group had moved inside since he had started reading.
"Perhaps these will help." Thranduil noted letting a whole stack of letters drop beside the one his son had put down. Legolas flicked through them briefly, before stopping on one with a scrawl he recognised.
"It appears someone else has been part of this nonsense too." He teased Gimli whose eyes twinkled at the light barb but remained silent. "Perhaps I will work my way through these, then think about sending some off myself." He mused.
So he began to read, beginning with Gimli's, and while he read he asked that some paper be brought to him. It was quickly done, the household so pleased to have the young master back home.
And soon his answers will be out; well I have been planning them from day one! And don't hate me Gollum lovers, it's only Sam who doesn't like him. And I think I have a cunning plan to get Gollum in. although it may not work for any other of the deceased members. I'll work on it. Until next time!