Disclaimer: Ok As I mentioned before this Legolas and Gimli owe more to the
characterizations in the the first two parts of "the Lord of the Rings -
the Fellowship of the Ring & The Two Towers" scripted by those mentioned in
chapter 1, and portrayed by Orlando Bloom (Legolas) and John Rhys Davies
(Gimli) all other characters so far are a product of my imagination so I
suppose you could say I own them. This is a work of fiction and written as
a fan, not for profit. And that said.
A/N : Hello, thanks for reviewing! Keep it up, I hope you enjoy this as much as I'm enjoying writing it :)
Miff xoxox
"What iis/i that?" Gimli spoke as an aside to Legolas as the figure approached. It looked like some kind of walking log covered in dirt and branches, and it smelled. "What a stench, that alone makes me want to either kill it or leave, either way would be more kindly to my nose."
"If it offends your delicate senses my friend, avail yourself of the fresh breeze a little further away," Legolas spared at look at Gimli who started to turn red.
"Delicate? A dwarf can stand anything some pointy-ear can and more, there are places in my home that would melt your nose if you were to but breathe the stench.blaghhh!" Gimli held a mailed hand up to his nose, as the figure got closer.
"Try to avoid my boots if you feel your stomach can't match your words." Legolas said quietly and Gimli attempted to give him the silent treatment. "We mean no harm, we are passing through."
"As I said before no one just chances through the forest, not even a strange party like yourselves, what is your real reason."
"That is our reason." Legolas said calmly as he looked into the palest green eyes he had ever seen, he let his eyes roam across the tangle of branches and moss and mud that made up the Fangorn forest residents clothing, or more accurately camouflage.
"I saw the armies, I saw Rohan's victory at Helms Deep. The trees seem to whisper about it through day and night." The voice was gruff but more relaxed; the hands on the bow were not.
"They want what they didn't get to eat last time." Gimli muttered and fingered his walking axe.
"They know all who walk their paths." Legolas looked at the forest and then smiled, Gimli frowned in bemusement as he saw the bow wiggle a little. "Mayhap you could show us a safe path through the forest my Lady."
"Uh." The bow shook again.
"'My Lady'? How can ye tell? I know your elf eyes see a lot, but.a Lady?" Gimli looked up at his friend and then back at the absurd figure standing a little distance away.
"Your horse will never make it through." the bow dipped and Legolas almost relaxed completely. The strange figure bore little resemblance to what he had been expecting, but then he didn't really know what he had been expecting. He absently fingered his ear as they tingled.
"Arod will find his way to Edoras, and we will find him there." He spoke quietly, his attention elsewhere. Somewhere close, danger approached.
"Are you saying we're walking all the way to Edoras?" Gimli asked and then slumped down over his axe shaft to hide his grin.
"Edoras?" The figure approached slowly, Gimli grunted and swiped at his nose and Legolas tried to breathe as slowly as possible.
"Yes, that is one of our destinations." Legolas nodded.
"That was where I was going." The mud pile said and then stopped as if she realized that she had spoken
"Dressed like that?" Gimli asked and then fell silent as Legolas clapped a firm hand down on his shoulder. The figure looked down at itself and then looked at Gimli with a glint of challenge in her eye.
"I fell into a stagnant pool, what's your excuse?"
"My excuse? .brghnughg.." Gimli stared towards the stick-covered person in front of him but was stopped by Legolas' hand and the fact that the elf was actually laughing. "But ye didn't have to stay in the pool after you fell in."
"I couldn't find a stream big enough to wash in! ...Yet." The voice rose from its rough pitch and then dropped again as if she was so tired she couldn't bring herself to fight anymore and Gimli stared in amazement. Legolas' clear laugh rang across the open sky and the hot stare was focused on him, apparently there was some fight left he mused to himself.
"You were right laddie, a lass, of all things." Gimli's voice was surprised.
Legolas nodded absently as he felt something approaching, danger, and fast. "Hide!" He spoke and moved swiftly to the edge of the forest, "Come Gimli! Come Lady!" He almost threw Gimli into the dense underbrush as both responded to the rough urgency in his voice, "Into the trees... Now!" Legolas picked up Gimli again making sure he had good hold of a large branch before turning to assist their new twig covered companion, but she was nowhere to be seen, but he could smell her, looking up, Legolas saw her far above his head. Green eyes locked with his.
"Wargs!" She hissed.
"Wargs? Let me down, someone get me down!" Gimli roared and Legolas sighed, the fact that Gimli had done what he'd asked the first time had been a miracle. He helped Gimli swing himself down and they both left the cover of the forest.
"I had seventeen?" Legolas looked down at his smaller friend with an eyebrow quirked.
"Sixteen, and I had twenty." Gimli answered and hefted his axe as the sound of large clawed feet could be heard.
"Twenty? I think you're counting the number of cakes you ate when we found Meriadoc and Peregrin in Saruman's larder." Legolas said quietly and waited.
"Why you...adgahksdgi...hrrrmphh" Gimli's response was what he had expected, but his answering grin was stalled by the appearance of two even more than usually mangy looking Wargs. Since the final battle their kind had roamed the lands of middle earth gradually being hunted and destroyed by all the free races. The arrow he had ready to fire flew into the first and the other came at Gimli with fierce desperation in its eyes, "Arrrrrrrr!" Gimli's axe rose and fell with a solid thunk, "Twenty-one!"
"Twenty..." Legolas spun, as there was a loud crash behind them, a warg screamed but still came towards them with an arrow lodged in its shoulder, he could feel its hot breath his long knife pierced the wargs heart just as another arrow parted its thick pelt and Gimli's axe finished the job. Legolas stood back and looked first at Gimli and then the woman as she emerged from the wood.
"Twenty-two." Gimli puffed
"I think not." Legolas shook his head "I think that's one for a new friend." He looked at the mud and twigs, trying to see what was beneath.
"I suppose we could give it to the lass, nice bow work." Gimli said and held out his hand.
"Thanks. I've been tracking them for days... until they started tracking me." The woman held her hand out and then stopped as she saw the state of it and nodded to Gimli instead. "Nicely done by you both."
"And you, you use a horse bow?" Legolas stepped forward and peered at the bow she held.
"Yes."
"But you have no horse." Legolas heard himself stating the obvious and decided it was best to shut up.
"Not anymore..." The green eyes were shadowed for an instant before being masked with mirth. Legolas nodded his understanding and Gimli grunted.
"I didn't think those wargs looked as hungry as they could have." Gimli said and then looked up as something made a pinging sound against his axe, then another. It was raining, and then it started raining harder. Legolas stood stoically, trying not to laugh as the human log seemed to melt.
A/N : Hello, thanks for reviewing! Keep it up, I hope you enjoy this as much as I'm enjoying writing it :)
Miff xoxox
"What iis/i that?" Gimli spoke as an aside to Legolas as the figure approached. It looked like some kind of walking log covered in dirt and branches, and it smelled. "What a stench, that alone makes me want to either kill it or leave, either way would be more kindly to my nose."
"If it offends your delicate senses my friend, avail yourself of the fresh breeze a little further away," Legolas spared at look at Gimli who started to turn red.
"Delicate? A dwarf can stand anything some pointy-ear can and more, there are places in my home that would melt your nose if you were to but breathe the stench.blaghhh!" Gimli held a mailed hand up to his nose, as the figure got closer.
"Try to avoid my boots if you feel your stomach can't match your words." Legolas said quietly and Gimli attempted to give him the silent treatment. "We mean no harm, we are passing through."
"As I said before no one just chances through the forest, not even a strange party like yourselves, what is your real reason."
"That is our reason." Legolas said calmly as he looked into the palest green eyes he had ever seen, he let his eyes roam across the tangle of branches and moss and mud that made up the Fangorn forest residents clothing, or more accurately camouflage.
"I saw the armies, I saw Rohan's victory at Helms Deep. The trees seem to whisper about it through day and night." The voice was gruff but more relaxed; the hands on the bow were not.
"They want what they didn't get to eat last time." Gimli muttered and fingered his walking axe.
"They know all who walk their paths." Legolas looked at the forest and then smiled, Gimli frowned in bemusement as he saw the bow wiggle a little. "Mayhap you could show us a safe path through the forest my Lady."
"Uh." The bow shook again.
"'My Lady'? How can ye tell? I know your elf eyes see a lot, but.a Lady?" Gimli looked up at his friend and then back at the absurd figure standing a little distance away.
"Your horse will never make it through." the bow dipped and Legolas almost relaxed completely. The strange figure bore little resemblance to what he had been expecting, but then he didn't really know what he had been expecting. He absently fingered his ear as they tingled.
"Arod will find his way to Edoras, and we will find him there." He spoke quietly, his attention elsewhere. Somewhere close, danger approached.
"Are you saying we're walking all the way to Edoras?" Gimli asked and then slumped down over his axe shaft to hide his grin.
"Edoras?" The figure approached slowly, Gimli grunted and swiped at his nose and Legolas tried to breathe as slowly as possible.
"Yes, that is one of our destinations." Legolas nodded.
"That was where I was going." The mud pile said and then stopped as if she realized that she had spoken
"Dressed like that?" Gimli asked and then fell silent as Legolas clapped a firm hand down on his shoulder. The figure looked down at itself and then looked at Gimli with a glint of challenge in her eye.
"I fell into a stagnant pool, what's your excuse?"
"My excuse? .brghnughg.." Gimli stared towards the stick-covered person in front of him but was stopped by Legolas' hand and the fact that the elf was actually laughing. "But ye didn't have to stay in the pool after you fell in."
"I couldn't find a stream big enough to wash in! ...Yet." The voice rose from its rough pitch and then dropped again as if she was so tired she couldn't bring herself to fight anymore and Gimli stared in amazement. Legolas' clear laugh rang across the open sky and the hot stare was focused on him, apparently there was some fight left he mused to himself.
"You were right laddie, a lass, of all things." Gimli's voice was surprised.
Legolas nodded absently as he felt something approaching, danger, and fast. "Hide!" He spoke and moved swiftly to the edge of the forest, "Come Gimli! Come Lady!" He almost threw Gimli into the dense underbrush as both responded to the rough urgency in his voice, "Into the trees... Now!" Legolas picked up Gimli again making sure he had good hold of a large branch before turning to assist their new twig covered companion, but she was nowhere to be seen, but he could smell her, looking up, Legolas saw her far above his head. Green eyes locked with his.
"Wargs!" She hissed.
"Wargs? Let me down, someone get me down!" Gimli roared and Legolas sighed, the fact that Gimli had done what he'd asked the first time had been a miracle. He helped Gimli swing himself down and they both left the cover of the forest.
"I had seventeen?" Legolas looked down at his smaller friend with an eyebrow quirked.
"Sixteen, and I had twenty." Gimli answered and hefted his axe as the sound of large clawed feet could be heard.
"Twenty? I think you're counting the number of cakes you ate when we found Meriadoc and Peregrin in Saruman's larder." Legolas said quietly and waited.
"Why you...adgahksdgi...hrrrmphh" Gimli's response was what he had expected, but his answering grin was stalled by the appearance of two even more than usually mangy looking Wargs. Since the final battle their kind had roamed the lands of middle earth gradually being hunted and destroyed by all the free races. The arrow he had ready to fire flew into the first and the other came at Gimli with fierce desperation in its eyes, "Arrrrrrrr!" Gimli's axe rose and fell with a solid thunk, "Twenty-one!"
"Twenty..." Legolas spun, as there was a loud crash behind them, a warg screamed but still came towards them with an arrow lodged in its shoulder, he could feel its hot breath his long knife pierced the wargs heart just as another arrow parted its thick pelt and Gimli's axe finished the job. Legolas stood back and looked first at Gimli and then the woman as she emerged from the wood.
"Twenty-two." Gimli puffed
"I think not." Legolas shook his head "I think that's one for a new friend." He looked at the mud and twigs, trying to see what was beneath.
"I suppose we could give it to the lass, nice bow work." Gimli said and held out his hand.
"Thanks. I've been tracking them for days... until they started tracking me." The woman held her hand out and then stopped as she saw the state of it and nodded to Gimli instead. "Nicely done by you both."
"And you, you use a horse bow?" Legolas stepped forward and peered at the bow she held.
"Yes."
"But you have no horse." Legolas heard himself stating the obvious and decided it was best to shut up.
"Not anymore..." The green eyes were shadowed for an instant before being masked with mirth. Legolas nodded his understanding and Gimli grunted.
"I didn't think those wargs looked as hungry as they could have." Gimli said and then looked up as something made a pinging sound against his axe, then another. It was raining, and then it started raining harder. Legolas stood stoically, trying not to laugh as the human log seemed to melt.