Title: Lyt Guyll Fyr

Author:eldameldo aka Bill the Pony

Rating: uh...I don't have a clue. PG?

Disclaimer: said it once, say it again. I _DO_ own LOTR really, i do

thanks to all my fans...

Curse to those who read, and don't even leave a smilely face! That's enough for

me!

Chapter Three:

Gimli sighed as they walked. He'd forgotten how far the woods were. And though

he would never complain, they'd been walking for only a day, and he was all ready

tired. 'Must be something holding me back' he mused.

His little elfling charge was running back and forth, eager to show the slower

dwarf all of his discoveries.

"Papa Gimli- Hurry!"

The dwarf sighed "Lyt Guyll Fyr, you should slow down! You don't wanna fall, do

you?"

And the little elf ran out of veiw. Again.

The dwarf was not the only one looking about for the child. The shadow had not

left, and he stayed close to the young one, lest he find himself in danger. But

a new set of eyes rested on the elf clad in dwarfish attire.

He easly appoched the elf, who was bush running back and forth, back and forth,

back anf forth.... to the dwarf. Finnaly he spoke up. He apeared in plain sight

of the elf and spoke in his own speach "(pretend it's in elfish)Little one, what

are you doing!? Running around like that, and what are those _riduculas_

cloths!"

Lyt Fyr look at the elf in wonder, then turned back to Gimli "(in dwarfish- still

pretending)Papa Gimli! Come Look, hurry! There's someone here!"

If Lyt Fyr had not mentioned someone being there, a good chance who be, Gimli

would not have ran over. But Gimli was very prodective of hid elf charge. "Lyt

Fyr, what are you babbling about?" he huffed, catching up.

To say who was more shocked would be walking a fine line, as Gimli can into

view, and Lyt Fyr ran back to him.

"YOU!" Gimli cried, glaring at the elf.

The said elf's eyebrow rose as he regarded to dwarf. "Um...." He was speachless.

An elf! speaching dwarfish! ANd not understanding elfish!

Lyt Fyr turned to watch the two. "Papa Gimli, who is that?"

Knowing the elfs did not like to not understand what was happening, and not

wanting to anger either, he spoke in common tounge to answer the boy. "Lyt Fyr,

This is the elf Haldir. I meet him not long ago, during the fellowship."

Gimli had told Lyt Fyr all about the fellowship.

Haldir spoke up, "What is going on?" he asaked, still out of the loop.

"Master Haldir, this is Lyt Guyll Fyr. I adopted him lot long ago. He has no

memorie of his past. We are heading to Mirkwood. I am hoping that master Legolas

can help him."

Haldir meet him with a mounful gaze. "Then you have not heard?"

"Heard what?"

The elf bowed his head, "Last we heard, Prince Legolas was dead."

'Just because I'm dead doesn't mean I'm not still here'

Aragon looked up from this glaring contest with the tree. He was going to loose

anyway. Hard to not blink first when glaring at something that does not blink.

But this was not the reason he stopped, for he felt eyes upon him. Ohterwise he

whould of contunied to glare well into the next few weeks.....Strange way of

men.

This pair of eyes saddly shook her invisable head. SHe was not here to help the

human, so he could not see her, even if he could still feel her. Alas, she was

here to bring the long overdue elf prince home.

okay! one note, last person is a real chacater. ANd Haldir LIVES!! Like He Was

Supposta!

I will try to update the next chapter soon.

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