(a/n) I'm sorry that each chappy is so short! I have maybe 10 chappies written out in a notebook so I'm slowly transferring them to the computer. My handwriting is very small so I didn't realize how short my chappies can be.
The Brite One- THANK YOU! I grovel at your feet! You are such a great reviewer! Thank you SO much! BTW this chappy is probably also pretty short. SORRY!
~ Maris
Ch. 4 Where is She?
"Have you found her yet?" Legolas' voice echoed through the late afternoon stillness.
"Not yet."
"Oh. I'm so sorry to take you away from whatever you were doing before this, Miss Gamgee. Rosie, is your father Samwise Gamgee?"
"He is. WAIT! You were in the Fellowship weren't you! You're a hero! You're –"
Legolas blushed slightly. "Please, I only do what anyone else in my position would have done. I am no hero." A soft rustle in the canopy caused the prince to raise his head.
"Milord?" Rosie glanced inquisitively at him.
"Hush lass. Maris?" he called. "mellonamin?"
A deafening silence dropped onto them, a silence so deep that Rosie thought she was losing her hearing. Suddenly a figure dropped out of the shadowed branches and landed squarely on Legolas' back, firmly glued, legs wrapped about his waist and hands clasped over his eyes.
"Alatariel Telcontar!" Legolas gasped. "Where have you been? You had me worried sick! Your parents will be furious! I promised your father that I would watch you and escort you into Hobbiton on Arod next to me! And then you go running off to……uh….where were you anyway?" He raged.
Maris just laughed. // Hail, little one. What's your name?\\
Rosie looked curiously at the girl attached to Legolas' back. Her dark hair formed a messy veil around her face. She was garbed in green leggings that ended in beautifully embroidered leaf shaped boots. A light blue shirt lay under a green and brown tunic tied with a simple brown belt.
// Legolas! Stop it! Stop it! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!\\ Maris dissolved into peals of laughter as Legolas reached around and began to tickle her, mercilessly tickling until she was forced to loosen her grip in order to protect herself. // Stop! Stop! OK! OK you win! I'll go! Just stop!\\ The rest of her pleas vanished in the next wave of laughter.
// Ok, but you will go. Now, are you going to ditch me and ride with your parents as is your place, or are you going to ride with me?\\
// I would be honored to ride alongside you, mellonamin.\\
Rosie cleared his throat. " And who is you lovely friend Legolas?" Maris asked gently.
"I am Rosie Gamgee, daughter of Samwise Gamgee, your highness." Rosie answered, bowing slightly.
"And how'd a young, respectable, pretty girl like you get mixed up with him?" Maris jerked her head towards Legolas, who returned the gesture with a simple shrug.
"….and then you jumped out and attacked him and now we're all here." Rosie finished her explanation. "Now if milord and lady will follow me, we will return to Bag End so that you two can prepare."
Maris pulled a face. "Prepare? A rotten slave driver you are Rosie Gamgee! Bloody hobbits!" Maris' words vanished into a typhoon of Elvish curses.
Legolas laughed, then pulled a face of mock horror and asked, " And where did you learn such fine language, milady?" He then had to duck as a couple of apples came flying his way. " And don't waste such fine food! 'Tis all you will get to eat if you keep that up!"
"You wouldn't do that Legolas Thranduilion! You couldn't even hurt a fly if you had taught it!"
"Legolas, Maris, please! We are nearing Bag End. If you don't mind, we have been very busy setting up for your visit so kindly stop bickering or you'll ruin the joyful atmosphere!"
The pair stopped mid-sentence. They looked guiltily at the tiny, ill-tempered girl tapping her foot their way. " Sorry." They muttered.
"Now if your quite finished…" Rosie groaned inwardly. I can't believe that I have to reprimand two of the most influential Elves in Middle Earth! She grumbled silently all the way to Bag End.