-THE GAMES OF THE GODS-
-Disclaimer:-
The disclaimer this chapter has been cancelled to to excesive fangirl-type screaming over Legolas at the end of Return of the King. Go to previous chapters to find a disclaimer. Thank you, and have a nice chapter.
-39: Bedrolls-
It was amazing how easy it became to talk to Glorfindel after that. It was like those two questions, and one statement from me, had cleared the air between us. Mostly. There was still that touch of tension and hesitation that only time would be able to wear down. But we were Elves. We had the time to let time wear that last little bit down.
We had lunch when our stomachs began to growl at us - not being able to see the sun to see when it was actually noon - and then we started seriously considering a way to get out of the building, as Asfaloth and Aratelpe were looking rather interested in Glorfindel's nice, golden-coloured hair (I supposed it looked somewhat like food). While the thought of the horses trying to eat Glorfindel's hair DID make me grin, I went out into the outer room and helped Glorfindel as he started to seriously try and dig a way out. Since only one person could get near the door to do the digging, though, I was mostly just standing back and making sure Glorfindel didn't bury himself in the snow of his diggings.
Eventually, I got bored, and after humming random tunes, I decided to build a snow fort on the other side of the room. So I started carting snow over there, rolling it into balls, packing it together, doing whatever worked. By the next time Glorfindel thought to turn around to see how I was doing, I had gotten the walls - alright, wall, singular; I was cheating and using three of the rooms normal walls - a foot or so high.
"What ARE you doing?" Glorfindel asked in surprise when he saw.
"Building a snow fort." I replied promptly.
"Why?"
"Because I'm bored, and it uses snow that you need moved out of the way." I answered.
"Oh." was Glorfindel's reply, and then he went back to digging. I continued with my wall-building.
Of course, it wasn't until the wall reached around two and a half feet in height that I realized I'd forgotten a door. Muttering, I carefully carved out a section of the wall and placed it elsewhere on the wall so that there was now an opening next to the inner wall of the room. When Glorfindel finally decided to stop his digging, the walls of my snow fort were four feet high, and had been at that height for the past hour or so while I shored up weak spots. Stepping back towards the door to the inner room, holding the torch, Glorfindel glanced between first my snow fort, and then the evidences of his diggings, and the multiple avalanches they had caused, at the door.
"Somehow, you seem to have achieved more, even if it is relatively useless." Glorfindel said, tilting his head to one side.
"Ah, that's because mine looks bigger." I said with a nod. "Same volume of snow, different shape - and larger surface area." Glorfindel blinked at me, obviously taking a few moments to understand what I'd said, then shrugged and turned back into the main room, forcing me to follow him or be without light.
Once back in the main room, we found that Aratelpe had decided to munch on my bedroll. Asfaloth seemed to be eyeing it, as well. I glanced at Glorfindel, then at my now thoroughly horse-spit-soaked bedroll.
"Why didn't she take yours?" I asked, that being the first thought in my head. There was a short pause, and then Glorfindel burst out laughing. I turned to him curiously. "What? It's a reasonable question! Yours is closer, and bigger. Not to mention more green. Why did she take MINE?"
"Because you are her rider?" Glorfindel asked, trying to stifle his laughter, but not really succeeding. I paused.
"Hmm, I suppose that makes sense." I said, and only then went over and rescued my bedroll from Aratelpe. With a sigh, I held it up and looked at all the tooth-sized holes that were now sprinkled across it. I scowled at Aratelpe, who wisely shrunk behind Asfaloth.
"I'm using your bedroll tonight." I informed a still chuckling Glorfindel as I stalked over to the fire.
"Mine?" Glorfindel asked, stopping laughing abruptly, and I nodded. "And what if I want to use it?"
"Then use it." I replied with a shrug. "All I know is that I am not sleeping in THAT -" I pointed to my ruined bedroll where it was now steaming in front of the fire, "and I am not sleeping without blankets or on the floor." Glorfindel blinked at me. "I'm sure you've done worse than sleep without a bedroll." I said, arching an eyebrow at him.
"Yes, but not when I still HAD my bedroll." he replied.
"Ah, but you don't." I said cheerfully.
"I do." Glorfindel said, arching an eyebrow.
"Wanna bet on that?" I asked, grinning evilly.
"No, because I know that it is MY bedroll, and therefore, I will sleep on it tonight. You can either see if you can fit on it with me, or use cloaks to make an alternate bedroll." Glorfindel replied promptly.
"Blerg, whatever happened to chivalry around here?" I wondered out loud, wrinkling my nose.
"You." Glorfindel replied promptly.
"Ah. Right." I responded, looking thoughtful, and then I brightened considerably. "Well, how's this then? Let me have your bedroll tonight, or you won't get a moments sleep!"
"Oh?" Glorfindel asked, arching an eyebrow.
"I have now qualms whatsoever with tearing apart my afternoons work." I replied innocently. Glorfindel eyed me, as if wondering if I was serious, and then shook his head.
"Fine then." he said, and turned and left the room. I looked after him for a moment, wondering if I'd offended him. He hadn't sounded too annoyed though. Maybe he was indulging in a little childish revenge and kicking down my snowfort? I smiled with amusement at that thought and turned back to the fire, expecting Glorfindel to return soon.
Around half an hour later, Glorfindel had still not returned, and, now concerned, I got up and went into the outer room. My mistake. The instant I opened the door, a snowball hit me smack in the face. I brushed the snow off and stared at Glorfindel incredulously as he stood in my snowfort, grinning, and casually tossing another snowball from hand to hand.
"You are so dead." I growled, and dived towards the snowpile by the door, even as Glorfindel chucked the snowball he had been holding at me. It missed, but soon another one was flying my way, and I had to twist to one side to avoid it. I ended up losing my balance and landing in the door snowdrift, which proved advantageous, as not only did that give me snow to toss back at Glorfindel, but some cover, as well.
Within moments, there was a full-fledged snowball fight going on, snow whizzing through the air. Glorfindel, while he had had half an hour to build up a supply of snowballs, was without a source of snow within the snowfort, and soon resorted to tossing bits of the walls at me.
"That took all afternoon to make!" I yelled at him when I noticed.
"You were ready to tear it down not long ago!" Glorfindel shot back.
"Only to stuff down your shirt!" I replied, and when Glorfindel appeared above the wall to yell a reply, I pelted him with a rather large snowball. It hit him with a satisfying SMACK, and with a muffled yell, Glorfindel toppled over backwards. For a short time after that, there little movement visible behind the walls of the snowfort, and I watched with suspicion, wondering what he was up to. The answer came when, abruptly, a whole section of the wall - near the door - came loose and was heaved in my direction. With a yelp, I ducked, but the size of the chunk of snow sent snow spraying everywhere, sending several pieces down my shirt and giving me a liberal white dusting. I froze for a moment, then growled and stood up.
"Time to end this." I muttered, and dashed over to the fort. I didn't go for the door - when you're dealing with a snow fort that wasn't employing ice to stay up, why bother? I ran straight into the wall, and it collapsed in front of me. I shook my head to get the snow out of my eyes, and then looked around and found Glorfindel looking at me in surprise. I grinned evilly, grabbed a large chunk of the snow that had just recently made up the wall, and before Glorfindel could react, dashed over to him and stuffed it down his shirt.
I watched in satisfaction as he yelped and pranced around, futilely trying to get the cold snow out. Eventually, he gave up - not only had he realized it was useless, but the snow had all melted. Instead, he glared daggers at me for a moment before grabbing his own hunk of snow and making straight for me. With a yelp, I dashed out the hole I'd made, and we had great fun running around in circles for awhile before I finally had the bright idea to dash into the main room. Glorfindel followed me, and we repeated the run-in-circles routine, despite the odd looks the horses were giving us.
Of course, it was during one of these circuits that, as I hid behind Asfaloth, I realized the horses were chewing on something again. Curious, I tried to get a look at it, but at that moment, I was abruptly put in deadly danger of having snow stuffed down my shirt, so I took off. This time, though, I made my way around to running by the fire so I could do a quick inventory of our stuff. When I saw what was missing, I stopped running and collapsed onto the floor in laughter.
Glorfindel screeched to a stop beside me, and looked down at me curiously, holding the snow in one hand. Wordlessly, I pointed towards Asfaloth as I continued to laugh. Glorfindel glanced over, and his expression instantly shifted to annoyed. Then he heaved the block of snow he was holding - directly at Asfaloth. The horse started as the snow hit it, whickering in surprise, and then cantered over to the other far corner of the room, Aratelpe following, leaving Glorfindel's bed roll in a wet, snowy heap on the floor.
I was still laughing as Glorfindel stomped over to the bedroll and picked it up, sighing as he saw that it was in the same condition as mine.
"Remind me never to room with horses again...especially hungry ones!" I gasped out as Glorfindel spread his bedroll out close to the fire, as well.
"I will. Believe me, I will." Glorfindel grumbled, and I laughed harder. Eventually, I had to stop laughing, as my rib cage was hurting, but despite the fact that my cheeks hurt like hell, I couldn't stop grinning, even when Glorfindel informed me that this was my fault, and therefore I was going to make supper. By the time supper was done and we had eaten, though, I had finally settled down, and was now just staring into the fire, chuckling every once and awhile.
"It is not THAT funny." Glorfindel finally said.
"Yes. Yes it is." I said with a snicker.
"No, it is not. What are you going to sleep on tonight?" Glorfindel asked, arching an eyebrow. I looked at him for a moment, trying desperately to resist the saying the retort on the tip of my tongue, but in the end, I failed.
"You." I said, then grinned as Glorfindel abruptly coughed and looked at me in utter shock - and, somewhat, horror. I snickered evilly. "My cloak, doink. What else?" Glorfindel rolled his eyes at that. Silence reigned for awhile, but in my mood, I couldn't stay silent and still at the same time, so I soon stood and began walking around, humming a tune under my breath.
----To be continued...with the March of the Highguard!----
(And white Christmas's...)
-Authors Note:-
Tip: When going to a noon showing of Return of the King, at least have breakfast before you go, if not lunch. Do not simply go with a stomach full of nothing but a glass of Pepsi and a hard candy. O.o I did. I kept being afraid that my stomach would growl during one of the quiet parts. Other than that, my comments on RotK are: LEGOLAS IS MINE! *grabs him and ties him up in her basement* Hot elf...*twitchspasm* I'd go for Aragorn, too - or even Faramir - but Arwen and Eowyn are both pretty handy with a sword...so I'll just settle for Pippin. I've never liked hobbits all that much, but I gained some appreciation during RotK. He's so cute! *snuggles Pippin*
Yeah. Also, I had the most interesting New Years Eve. After almost falling asleep watching the Two Towers (from lack of sexy elves), I watched Dogma, and then, at 3 in the morning, turned on the computer...and wrote on this fanfic. Strangest thing ever. Normally when I'm tired, I can't write a thing. But I rambled away like mad until 5 AM. Then, as I wandered to bed, it occurred to me that I really have no idea why this fanfiction is called 'The Games of the Gods'. I think it had something to do with the plot at one point, but in true me style, my plot has changed so much from its original path that the title no longer has any meaning. If it wasn't for the fact that it would be a heckuva lot of trouble to change the title in all the chapters I've uploaded, I would probably re-name this fic and re-upload all the chapters...
Now I'm off and hunting for some good Gil-Galad FanFictions...I don't know why, but with that little snippet of the poem about his fall that Sam sings in FotR stuck in my head, I am expieriencing a strange momentary obsession with him. Even have him on my desktop...purrrrrdy!
~Crimson Starlight
-Disclaimer:-
The disclaimer this chapter has been cancelled to to excesive fangirl-type screaming over Legolas at the end of Return of the King. Go to previous chapters to find a disclaimer. Thank you, and have a nice chapter.
-39: Bedrolls-
It was amazing how easy it became to talk to Glorfindel after that. It was like those two questions, and one statement from me, had cleared the air between us. Mostly. There was still that touch of tension and hesitation that only time would be able to wear down. But we were Elves. We had the time to let time wear that last little bit down.
We had lunch when our stomachs began to growl at us - not being able to see the sun to see when it was actually noon - and then we started seriously considering a way to get out of the building, as Asfaloth and Aratelpe were looking rather interested in Glorfindel's nice, golden-coloured hair (I supposed it looked somewhat like food). While the thought of the horses trying to eat Glorfindel's hair DID make me grin, I went out into the outer room and helped Glorfindel as he started to seriously try and dig a way out. Since only one person could get near the door to do the digging, though, I was mostly just standing back and making sure Glorfindel didn't bury himself in the snow of his diggings.
Eventually, I got bored, and after humming random tunes, I decided to build a snow fort on the other side of the room. So I started carting snow over there, rolling it into balls, packing it together, doing whatever worked. By the next time Glorfindel thought to turn around to see how I was doing, I had gotten the walls - alright, wall, singular; I was cheating and using three of the rooms normal walls - a foot or so high.
"What ARE you doing?" Glorfindel asked in surprise when he saw.
"Building a snow fort." I replied promptly.
"Why?"
"Because I'm bored, and it uses snow that you need moved out of the way." I answered.
"Oh." was Glorfindel's reply, and then he went back to digging. I continued with my wall-building.
Of course, it wasn't until the wall reached around two and a half feet in height that I realized I'd forgotten a door. Muttering, I carefully carved out a section of the wall and placed it elsewhere on the wall so that there was now an opening next to the inner wall of the room. When Glorfindel finally decided to stop his digging, the walls of my snow fort were four feet high, and had been at that height for the past hour or so while I shored up weak spots. Stepping back towards the door to the inner room, holding the torch, Glorfindel glanced between first my snow fort, and then the evidences of his diggings, and the multiple avalanches they had caused, at the door.
"Somehow, you seem to have achieved more, even if it is relatively useless." Glorfindel said, tilting his head to one side.
"Ah, that's because mine looks bigger." I said with a nod. "Same volume of snow, different shape - and larger surface area." Glorfindel blinked at me, obviously taking a few moments to understand what I'd said, then shrugged and turned back into the main room, forcing me to follow him or be without light.
Once back in the main room, we found that Aratelpe had decided to munch on my bedroll. Asfaloth seemed to be eyeing it, as well. I glanced at Glorfindel, then at my now thoroughly horse-spit-soaked bedroll.
"Why didn't she take yours?" I asked, that being the first thought in my head. There was a short pause, and then Glorfindel burst out laughing. I turned to him curiously. "What? It's a reasonable question! Yours is closer, and bigger. Not to mention more green. Why did she take MINE?"
"Because you are her rider?" Glorfindel asked, trying to stifle his laughter, but not really succeeding. I paused.
"Hmm, I suppose that makes sense." I said, and only then went over and rescued my bedroll from Aratelpe. With a sigh, I held it up and looked at all the tooth-sized holes that were now sprinkled across it. I scowled at Aratelpe, who wisely shrunk behind Asfaloth.
"I'm using your bedroll tonight." I informed a still chuckling Glorfindel as I stalked over to the fire.
"Mine?" Glorfindel asked, stopping laughing abruptly, and I nodded. "And what if I want to use it?"
"Then use it." I replied with a shrug. "All I know is that I am not sleeping in THAT -" I pointed to my ruined bedroll where it was now steaming in front of the fire, "and I am not sleeping without blankets or on the floor." Glorfindel blinked at me. "I'm sure you've done worse than sleep without a bedroll." I said, arching an eyebrow at him.
"Yes, but not when I still HAD my bedroll." he replied.
"Ah, but you don't." I said cheerfully.
"I do." Glorfindel said, arching an eyebrow.
"Wanna bet on that?" I asked, grinning evilly.
"No, because I know that it is MY bedroll, and therefore, I will sleep on it tonight. You can either see if you can fit on it with me, or use cloaks to make an alternate bedroll." Glorfindel replied promptly.
"Blerg, whatever happened to chivalry around here?" I wondered out loud, wrinkling my nose.
"You." Glorfindel replied promptly.
"Ah. Right." I responded, looking thoughtful, and then I brightened considerably. "Well, how's this then? Let me have your bedroll tonight, or you won't get a moments sleep!"
"Oh?" Glorfindel asked, arching an eyebrow.
"I have now qualms whatsoever with tearing apart my afternoons work." I replied innocently. Glorfindel eyed me, as if wondering if I was serious, and then shook his head.
"Fine then." he said, and turned and left the room. I looked after him for a moment, wondering if I'd offended him. He hadn't sounded too annoyed though. Maybe he was indulging in a little childish revenge and kicking down my snowfort? I smiled with amusement at that thought and turned back to the fire, expecting Glorfindel to return soon.
Around half an hour later, Glorfindel had still not returned, and, now concerned, I got up and went into the outer room. My mistake. The instant I opened the door, a snowball hit me smack in the face. I brushed the snow off and stared at Glorfindel incredulously as he stood in my snowfort, grinning, and casually tossing another snowball from hand to hand.
"You are so dead." I growled, and dived towards the snowpile by the door, even as Glorfindel chucked the snowball he had been holding at me. It missed, but soon another one was flying my way, and I had to twist to one side to avoid it. I ended up losing my balance and landing in the door snowdrift, which proved advantageous, as not only did that give me snow to toss back at Glorfindel, but some cover, as well.
Within moments, there was a full-fledged snowball fight going on, snow whizzing through the air. Glorfindel, while he had had half an hour to build up a supply of snowballs, was without a source of snow within the snowfort, and soon resorted to tossing bits of the walls at me.
"That took all afternoon to make!" I yelled at him when I noticed.
"You were ready to tear it down not long ago!" Glorfindel shot back.
"Only to stuff down your shirt!" I replied, and when Glorfindel appeared above the wall to yell a reply, I pelted him with a rather large snowball. It hit him with a satisfying SMACK, and with a muffled yell, Glorfindel toppled over backwards. For a short time after that, there little movement visible behind the walls of the snowfort, and I watched with suspicion, wondering what he was up to. The answer came when, abruptly, a whole section of the wall - near the door - came loose and was heaved in my direction. With a yelp, I ducked, but the size of the chunk of snow sent snow spraying everywhere, sending several pieces down my shirt and giving me a liberal white dusting. I froze for a moment, then growled and stood up.
"Time to end this." I muttered, and dashed over to the fort. I didn't go for the door - when you're dealing with a snow fort that wasn't employing ice to stay up, why bother? I ran straight into the wall, and it collapsed in front of me. I shook my head to get the snow out of my eyes, and then looked around and found Glorfindel looking at me in surprise. I grinned evilly, grabbed a large chunk of the snow that had just recently made up the wall, and before Glorfindel could react, dashed over to him and stuffed it down his shirt.
I watched in satisfaction as he yelped and pranced around, futilely trying to get the cold snow out. Eventually, he gave up - not only had he realized it was useless, but the snow had all melted. Instead, he glared daggers at me for a moment before grabbing his own hunk of snow and making straight for me. With a yelp, I dashed out the hole I'd made, and we had great fun running around in circles for awhile before I finally had the bright idea to dash into the main room. Glorfindel followed me, and we repeated the run-in-circles routine, despite the odd looks the horses were giving us.
Of course, it was during one of these circuits that, as I hid behind Asfaloth, I realized the horses were chewing on something again. Curious, I tried to get a look at it, but at that moment, I was abruptly put in deadly danger of having snow stuffed down my shirt, so I took off. This time, though, I made my way around to running by the fire so I could do a quick inventory of our stuff. When I saw what was missing, I stopped running and collapsed onto the floor in laughter.
Glorfindel screeched to a stop beside me, and looked down at me curiously, holding the snow in one hand. Wordlessly, I pointed towards Asfaloth as I continued to laugh. Glorfindel glanced over, and his expression instantly shifted to annoyed. Then he heaved the block of snow he was holding - directly at Asfaloth. The horse started as the snow hit it, whickering in surprise, and then cantered over to the other far corner of the room, Aratelpe following, leaving Glorfindel's bed roll in a wet, snowy heap on the floor.
I was still laughing as Glorfindel stomped over to the bedroll and picked it up, sighing as he saw that it was in the same condition as mine.
"Remind me never to room with horses again...especially hungry ones!" I gasped out as Glorfindel spread his bedroll out close to the fire, as well.
"I will. Believe me, I will." Glorfindel grumbled, and I laughed harder. Eventually, I had to stop laughing, as my rib cage was hurting, but despite the fact that my cheeks hurt like hell, I couldn't stop grinning, even when Glorfindel informed me that this was my fault, and therefore I was going to make supper. By the time supper was done and we had eaten, though, I had finally settled down, and was now just staring into the fire, chuckling every once and awhile.
"It is not THAT funny." Glorfindel finally said.
"Yes. Yes it is." I said with a snicker.
"No, it is not. What are you going to sleep on tonight?" Glorfindel asked, arching an eyebrow. I looked at him for a moment, trying desperately to resist the saying the retort on the tip of my tongue, but in the end, I failed.
"You." I said, then grinned as Glorfindel abruptly coughed and looked at me in utter shock - and, somewhat, horror. I snickered evilly. "My cloak, doink. What else?" Glorfindel rolled his eyes at that. Silence reigned for awhile, but in my mood, I couldn't stay silent and still at the same time, so I soon stood and began walking around, humming a tune under my breath.
----To be continued...with the March of the Highguard!----
(And white Christmas's...)
-Authors Note:-
Tip: When going to a noon showing of Return of the King, at least have breakfast before you go, if not lunch. Do not simply go with a stomach full of nothing but a glass of Pepsi and a hard candy. O.o I did. I kept being afraid that my stomach would growl during one of the quiet parts. Other than that, my comments on RotK are: LEGOLAS IS MINE! *grabs him and ties him up in her basement* Hot elf...*twitchspasm* I'd go for Aragorn, too - or even Faramir - but Arwen and Eowyn are both pretty handy with a sword...so I'll just settle for Pippin. I've never liked hobbits all that much, but I gained some appreciation during RotK. He's so cute! *snuggles Pippin*
Yeah. Also, I had the most interesting New Years Eve. After almost falling asleep watching the Two Towers (from lack of sexy elves), I watched Dogma, and then, at 3 in the morning, turned on the computer...and wrote on this fanfic. Strangest thing ever. Normally when I'm tired, I can't write a thing. But I rambled away like mad until 5 AM. Then, as I wandered to bed, it occurred to me that I really have no idea why this fanfiction is called 'The Games of the Gods'. I think it had something to do with the plot at one point, but in true me style, my plot has changed so much from its original path that the title no longer has any meaning. If it wasn't for the fact that it would be a heckuva lot of trouble to change the title in all the chapters I've uploaded, I would probably re-name this fic and re-upload all the chapters...
Now I'm off and hunting for some good Gil-Galad FanFictions...I don't know why, but with that little snippet of the poem about his fall that Sam sings in FotR stuck in my head, I am expieriencing a strange momentary obsession with him. Even have him on my desktop...purrrrrdy!
~Crimson Starlight