Thanks to Violet Dawson for the cookie, and Mother Nature for the review,
and don't worry Womba Warrior, the women are coming - I now have a complete
list including Eowyn, Arwen and Rosie, Gollum for Amarth and Aradi, and
Treebeard for Hydro the Dragon, as well as the twins, Celeborn and Eomer
too! Well, here are Legolas's answers. and I'm sorry for the nicknames, I
couldn't resist! Haldir up next too, although a bit of a decision for him
first!
"Halt."
Haldir did as he had been asked, raising his hands briefly. "Brother, it is I." He said smiling up to the wooden talan high in the Lorien tree where he knew his brother would be. Instead of a reply, an arrow passed by his head, flying so close that Haldir felt it's passing by a brief gust of air, finally embedding itself in a tree trunk behind him.
"Silence."
Haldir did as he was bidden, staying motionless, as his ears picked up the slight sound of someone dropping to the ground behind him. The cold point of another arrow soon pressed itself against the back of his neck.
"State your business traveller." The voice from the trees came again, and Haldir smiled once more.
"To give my youngest brother some archery lessons." He said, watching as Rumil climbed nimbly down from his perch, grinning widely. "And to clip my other brother around the ear to teach him a lesson for trying to fool his elders." This comment resulted in a quiet chuckle and the sharp arrowhead was removed.
"I dare you to try it dear brother." Orophin challenged making his presence behind his brother known, but instead of a slap, Haldir fastened an arm around his neck and hugged him close. Rumil completed the family embrace by pressing himself against his eldest brother's back, glad to have him home.
"And what news have you that you need to brighten your day by picking on an innocent traveller?" Haldir asked, pulling away from his brothers. For once, Orophin's face fell a little.
"There is a great rumour that our Lady is thinking of leaving." Haldir saw the distress on his brother's face, and clasped a hand on his shoulder. Orophin's loyalty had always been to the Lady first. Strangely, Haldir noted, Rumil too looked cheerless.
"It is sad to leave this place brothers but we shall be together at least." Haldir said, striding to set his brethren at ease.
"No Haldir, you misunderstand." The outburst from Rumil was uncommon; he was usually the quietest of the three. "The Lady Galadriel plans to depart these shores, but Lord Celeborn wishes to remain." Haldir immediately grasped the seriousness of the situation. The loyalty of the Galadhrim would be severely tested if forced to choose between their Lord and Lady.
Orophin continued from his youngest brother's sudden spurt of words. "There is no pressure to remain or go, it is up to the individual, yet already it is causing distress among our people."
Haldir heard the true meaning behind the words. "And distress among our family?" He responded quietly. Both Orophin and Rumil nodded miserably, and Haldir knew what the decision of each brother was; Orophin would go. Rumil would not. He closed his eyes briefly. This was not the homecoming he has imagined. "Is there no other news that may gladden my heart?" He asked, sighing.
Orophin started to shake his head, but Rumil raised his head in excitement. "You have a letter!" He pulled the message out, and handed it to his brother, remaining close to see as soon as the contents were revealed. "It is from Mirkwood. Eryn Lasgalen, perhaps King Thranduil was finally decided to reward you for your bravery in battle!"
Haldir smiled, Rumil's hero worship of him was unfounded but it at least made his heart glad. "I'm sure it is not, let me see."
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!
Orophin and Rumil exchanged glances as their brother began to laugh. They could not see why a message from the Prince of Eryn Lasgalen should be so amusing. They had only met the young hero once, and Haldir had not yet told them the long tale of the Fellowship as he had promised. Perhaps that would explain his merriment.
Name: Legolas
Nicknames: Greenleaf, Goldilocks (thank you Master Merry), Long Leggy Lass (thank you Master Pippin).
If you could build a house anywhere, where would it be? Having wandered far, there is some beautiful scenery in the south of Ithilien that I have plans for.
What is your favourite place to be? In the arms of a gentle being that holds me close to her heart here in the Wood of Green Leaves.
What is your least favourite place to be? Regrettably it would be away from the dear sunlight; it is not the company that drives me from Gimli's dwarven home but the darkness, I am sorry my friend.
What is the last good song you heard? Gimli's humming of impatience as I sit here and write while he wishes to be off, otherwise a song of rejoicing from my father's lips that I have returned home.
What is your favourite colour? The blue of the sky, the greens and browns of the trees, the assorted hues of the flowers petals, I could not choose between them; I love them all.
What is your favourite article of clothing? I suppose my bow and quiver do not count? Then my formal silver robes, I have had so little reason to wear them recently.
What makes you angry? That my friend Gimli is still not being treated with the respect he deserves here among my brethren, something I hope to remedy.
What time do you wake up in the morning? When the sun kisses the eastern sky and the last stars dwindle and fade in the west.
Can you juggle? As the son of a king, I must be skilled in many things: diplomacy, patience, negotiation, and juggling.
What would you hate to be left in a room with? Terrors of the ancient world, I shall live most happily if I never see a Balrog again.
Is the goblet half empty or half full? Pour it into a smaller goblet and it will overflow!
What is the first thing you think when you wake up? This morning I remember 'Why is there a pond in the tree?' although whether it was my first thought upon waking or last thought upon dreaming I could not tell you.
What is your favourite form of exercise? A brief run through the forest, then some archery practise, so that next time in battle I may beat Gimli's score, Valar forbid I should need to.
Who do you have a crush on at the moment? Only a maid in the forest who dresses on silver and green who I have left alone for too long: the birch tree outside my window.
What have you got in your pocket? A spare bowstring. Also useful for flicking at impatient dwarves.
Who is most likely to respond to this letter? Perhaps Elladan or Elrohir, unless they are too embarrassed by their own father starting this chain.
Who is least likely to respond to this letter? All who have filled this in before, and Glorfindel who will deem himself far too old for all of this nonsense. Unless you prove me wrong nin mellon!
"A Balrog?" Rumil exclaimed. "How frightful." Haldir saw the look of awe enter his brother's eyes once more.
"Indeed. Perhaps you should like to meet Legolas and ask him of his adventures yourself?" Haldir asked. He could tell by Rumil's smile that the answer was yes. Orophin heard another meaning behind his brother's words.
"Dearest brother, if you intend to meet with Prince Legolas again, does that mean you have chosen your path?" He asked, almost fearfully. Haldir considered his words carefully. He loved both his brothers dearly, but his loyalty to his Lord too was strong. And he worried for Rumil; the youngest of the three had barely seen the world. In his heart, Haldir had made his decision even as he had heard the predicament.
"Brother, you would follow the Lady to the end of the time itself, and in time I will follow you, but I am not yet weary of this world. There is so much to do, so much to rebuild." He smiled at his brother. "We will be together again in the blink of an eye, you will barely realise I am not with you."
"Indeed, perhaps I will be glad to be rid of you for a short while." Orophin said, a melancholy smile on his face.
Rumil added his own perspective. "Absence makes the heart grow fonder they say."
"Then, brothers mine, we should make the most of our time together." Haldir said, placing an arm around each brother. "And dear Orophin, if you are to leave this fair land then I recommend some travelling to see the sights and wonders it has to offer first. And perhaps you would take some letters with you for me.?"
Aww, brotherly love, bless, I'm quite found of these three now. And I apologise again for Legolas's nicknames but they amuse me! And the half empty/half full goblet reply is my little trade mark but I thought Legolas would agree with me. Haldir's answers follow.
On a completely random note, I need some help with another fic I'm planning; do elves actually cry? Someone once told me they don't, hence why they die from grief, but there are a few quotes from LOTR that seem to indicate they do, i.e.:
"Grief at last wholly overcame them and they wept long: some standing and silent, some cast upon the ground." (Chap V - The Bridge of Khazad-Dum, pg 323)
"The travellers. eyes were dazzled, for all were filled with tears." (Chapter VIII - Farewell to Lorien, pg 369).
Can anyone give me a straight answer?
Thanks Womba for your help already. Until next time dear reader!
"Halt."
Haldir did as he had been asked, raising his hands briefly. "Brother, it is I." He said smiling up to the wooden talan high in the Lorien tree where he knew his brother would be. Instead of a reply, an arrow passed by his head, flying so close that Haldir felt it's passing by a brief gust of air, finally embedding itself in a tree trunk behind him.
"Silence."
Haldir did as he was bidden, staying motionless, as his ears picked up the slight sound of someone dropping to the ground behind him. The cold point of another arrow soon pressed itself against the back of his neck.
"State your business traveller." The voice from the trees came again, and Haldir smiled once more.
"To give my youngest brother some archery lessons." He said, watching as Rumil climbed nimbly down from his perch, grinning widely. "And to clip my other brother around the ear to teach him a lesson for trying to fool his elders." This comment resulted in a quiet chuckle and the sharp arrowhead was removed.
"I dare you to try it dear brother." Orophin challenged making his presence behind his brother known, but instead of a slap, Haldir fastened an arm around his neck and hugged him close. Rumil completed the family embrace by pressing himself against his eldest brother's back, glad to have him home.
"And what news have you that you need to brighten your day by picking on an innocent traveller?" Haldir asked, pulling away from his brothers. For once, Orophin's face fell a little.
"There is a great rumour that our Lady is thinking of leaving." Haldir saw the distress on his brother's face, and clasped a hand on his shoulder. Orophin's loyalty had always been to the Lady first. Strangely, Haldir noted, Rumil too looked cheerless.
"It is sad to leave this place brothers but we shall be together at least." Haldir said, striding to set his brethren at ease.
"No Haldir, you misunderstand." The outburst from Rumil was uncommon; he was usually the quietest of the three. "The Lady Galadriel plans to depart these shores, but Lord Celeborn wishes to remain." Haldir immediately grasped the seriousness of the situation. The loyalty of the Galadhrim would be severely tested if forced to choose between their Lord and Lady.
Orophin continued from his youngest brother's sudden spurt of words. "There is no pressure to remain or go, it is up to the individual, yet already it is causing distress among our people."
Haldir heard the true meaning behind the words. "And distress among our family?" He responded quietly. Both Orophin and Rumil nodded miserably, and Haldir knew what the decision of each brother was; Orophin would go. Rumil would not. He closed his eyes briefly. This was not the homecoming he has imagined. "Is there no other news that may gladden my heart?" He asked, sighing.
Orophin started to shake his head, but Rumil raised his head in excitement. "You have a letter!" He pulled the message out, and handed it to his brother, remaining close to see as soon as the contents were revealed. "It is from Mirkwood. Eryn Lasgalen, perhaps King Thranduil was finally decided to reward you for your bravery in battle!"
Haldir smiled, Rumil's hero worship of him was unfounded but it at least made his heart glad. "I'm sure it is not, let me see."
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!
Orophin and Rumil exchanged glances as their brother began to laugh. They could not see why a message from the Prince of Eryn Lasgalen should be so amusing. They had only met the young hero once, and Haldir had not yet told them the long tale of the Fellowship as he had promised. Perhaps that would explain his merriment.
Name: Legolas
Nicknames: Greenleaf, Goldilocks (thank you Master Merry), Long Leggy Lass (thank you Master Pippin).
If you could build a house anywhere, where would it be? Having wandered far, there is some beautiful scenery in the south of Ithilien that I have plans for.
What is your favourite place to be? In the arms of a gentle being that holds me close to her heart here in the Wood of Green Leaves.
What is your least favourite place to be? Regrettably it would be away from the dear sunlight; it is not the company that drives me from Gimli's dwarven home but the darkness, I am sorry my friend.
What is the last good song you heard? Gimli's humming of impatience as I sit here and write while he wishes to be off, otherwise a song of rejoicing from my father's lips that I have returned home.
What is your favourite colour? The blue of the sky, the greens and browns of the trees, the assorted hues of the flowers petals, I could not choose between them; I love them all.
What is your favourite article of clothing? I suppose my bow and quiver do not count? Then my formal silver robes, I have had so little reason to wear them recently.
What makes you angry? That my friend Gimli is still not being treated with the respect he deserves here among my brethren, something I hope to remedy.
What time do you wake up in the morning? When the sun kisses the eastern sky and the last stars dwindle and fade in the west.
Can you juggle? As the son of a king, I must be skilled in many things: diplomacy, patience, negotiation, and juggling.
What would you hate to be left in a room with? Terrors of the ancient world, I shall live most happily if I never see a Balrog again.
Is the goblet half empty or half full? Pour it into a smaller goblet and it will overflow!
What is the first thing you think when you wake up? This morning I remember 'Why is there a pond in the tree?' although whether it was my first thought upon waking or last thought upon dreaming I could not tell you.
What is your favourite form of exercise? A brief run through the forest, then some archery practise, so that next time in battle I may beat Gimli's score, Valar forbid I should need to.
Who do you have a crush on at the moment? Only a maid in the forest who dresses on silver and green who I have left alone for too long: the birch tree outside my window.
What have you got in your pocket? A spare bowstring. Also useful for flicking at impatient dwarves.
Who is most likely to respond to this letter? Perhaps Elladan or Elrohir, unless they are too embarrassed by their own father starting this chain.
Who is least likely to respond to this letter? All who have filled this in before, and Glorfindel who will deem himself far too old for all of this nonsense. Unless you prove me wrong nin mellon!
"A Balrog?" Rumil exclaimed. "How frightful." Haldir saw the look of awe enter his brother's eyes once more.
"Indeed. Perhaps you should like to meet Legolas and ask him of his adventures yourself?" Haldir asked. He could tell by Rumil's smile that the answer was yes. Orophin heard another meaning behind his brother's words.
"Dearest brother, if you intend to meet with Prince Legolas again, does that mean you have chosen your path?" He asked, almost fearfully. Haldir considered his words carefully. He loved both his brothers dearly, but his loyalty to his Lord too was strong. And he worried for Rumil; the youngest of the three had barely seen the world. In his heart, Haldir had made his decision even as he had heard the predicament.
"Brother, you would follow the Lady to the end of the time itself, and in time I will follow you, but I am not yet weary of this world. There is so much to do, so much to rebuild." He smiled at his brother. "We will be together again in the blink of an eye, you will barely realise I am not with you."
"Indeed, perhaps I will be glad to be rid of you for a short while." Orophin said, a melancholy smile on his face.
Rumil added his own perspective. "Absence makes the heart grow fonder they say."
"Then, brothers mine, we should make the most of our time together." Haldir said, placing an arm around each brother. "And dear Orophin, if you are to leave this fair land then I recommend some travelling to see the sights and wonders it has to offer first. And perhaps you would take some letters with you for me.?"
Aww, brotherly love, bless, I'm quite found of these three now. And I apologise again for Legolas's nicknames but they amuse me! And the half empty/half full goblet reply is my little trade mark but I thought Legolas would agree with me. Haldir's answers follow.
On a completely random note, I need some help with another fic I'm planning; do elves actually cry? Someone once told me they don't, hence why they die from grief, but there are a few quotes from LOTR that seem to indicate they do, i.e.:
"Grief at last wholly overcame them and they wept long: some standing and silent, some cast upon the ground." (Chap V - The Bridge of Khazad-Dum, pg 323)
"The travellers. eyes were dazzled, for all were filled with tears." (Chapter VIII - Farewell to Lorien, pg 369).
Can anyone give me a straight answer?
Thanks Womba for your help already. Until next time dear reader!