Mo: Standard disclaimer. I don't own this stuff, just the story line.
Kenshin doesn't belong to me, nor do elves, or Hiten-Mitsurugi, or Boromir.
*sniffle * I never get what I want! *Cries in the corner *
Ahem.
Legolas wandered among the mallryn trees, marveling over the beauty of Lothlorien. It had a mystical, ancient, hidden feel that overshadowed anything he had ever felt before. Not even in the untamed Greenwood did he experience such majesty.
Sounds woke him from his internal ponderings. Deciding it was best to remain hidden, but reluctant to eavesdrop, he fell back to a comfortable distance.
There was Boromir, the captain-general of Gondor. His sword was unsheathed, he was practicing?
'It is good to have one so dedicated among our company.. He decided. Then he saw the stranger. He looked to be a short, female human, but Elven eyes always pierced the surface of all they fell upon.
The stranger spoke to Boromir, perhaps giving him advice. At lest that was what it looked like from his position. He would wait to ask Boromir later. As his eyes re-focused, he found that the stranger had disappeared.
'That is strange..' He wondered. Legolas had not heard or sensed anything to suggest he had left; but clearly he was gone. 'Interesting, either I have become lax in my skills or he is very, very good.'
"AH! Legolas!" a brusque voice echoed from behind. The elf cringed; the Dwarf was becoming a nuisance..
"What do you want Gimli? And by the stars lower your voice!"
The dwarf watched with suspicion and crossed his arms over his chest. "Sneaky, light-footed elves! If you knew anything about manners, perhaps you'd get along with us Dwarves! Now, what are you doing?"
Legolas shook his head, speculating at the stubbornness of Dwarves. "I chanced upon Boromir as he was speaking with a stranger. How very odd, the wardens of Lothlorien don't let just anyone through."
"As I have observed," the Dwarf scoffed. "What did he look like, this stranger?"
"He was quite short for a human, yet not as short as you, Master Dwarf." Gimli laughed at this, "He was thin and lithe as an elf, but his hair was as red as." he searched for a simile, but the only that came to his mind was, "As the flaming deamon which took Mithrandir's life in Khazad-Dum." He stumbled over the words, which was an uncommon thing for an elf, whose speech was renowned as the most articulate and beautiful of all of Eru's creatures.
The Dwarf stroked his beard in thought. Something other than this stranger's appearance had unsettled their normally stone-steady companion. "I wish to see him for myself," said the Dwarf, "is he still there?"
"He disappeared," a voice different from Legolas' answered. The two turned to see Boromir approach with an annoyed expression on his face. "I did not think Elves eavesdropped on others, nor was I aware of their fondness to gossip with Dwarves."
Legolas winced; he had been caught. Something was seriously wrong with his hearing as of late. Both Man and Dwarf were laughing, though he could not find the reason. Had Boromir intended to be funny? Perhaps Dwarves and Men had different standards on humor than the elves, or perhaps they both understood something he did not. Either way, they were sharing a laugh at his expense, and he was growing tired of it. "T'was not gossip Boromir, I was merely discussing the stranger with Gimli. I meant no offense."
"Do not worry friend-Legolas, he intrigues me as well. Did you see his clothing? Well-worn yes, but a strange style indeed. Where could he come from I wonder?"
"If there is an answer, that demanding Haldir fellow would know. Is he not the march-warden? He knows everyone who passes in and out of this blasted.." Legolas shot Gimli a dangerous glance, "ah. forest." The Dwarf ended hastily.
Legolas could agree to a minimal extent with Gimli's impression of Haldir, though he could understand the guardian's stern personality. He had an important job, and great responsibilities lay with him.
"Ah, he's probably returned to the borders by now," said Boromir.
"And. The Lady? Would she know?" Gimli rushed with an uncontrollable awe
" Most likely," laughed the prince of Mirkwood. 'How could the Dwarf have such little fondness for Elves,' he shook his head, inwardly reflecting on the Dwarf's strange manner, 'and be so enchanted by the Lady? It made little sense, but then again, he IS a Dwarf.'
A/N's: Yay! Finally updated! Sorry folks, I've been buried under homework and finals for all this time, but my muses somehow were able to dig me out. It was a most frightening experience, I can tell you. Well, it seems that the members of the fellowship are all some how strangely obsessed with eavesdropping! First the Hobbits, now Legolas? Who's next, if anyone? Is this just a pointless, carries on for only two chapters pun? Am I being an idiot? Trampolines, dangerous backyard killers? MUUWWAHH! Oh come on! I'm the author! I can afford to be crazy in my notes!
Legolas fans rejoice! Or. not. We get our first glimpse of Leggy-chan in this fic, but unfortunately he's not having such a great time. Sorry, Leggy fans please don't flame me, I left him intact! Go flame the Leggy-torturers and molesters! (Who I make fun of in my new fic: "Eru's Big Mistake" check it out! Only one chappie so far, gomen!)
Props for Boro-kun! I hope you realize that I love him now ^_^. Paragraphs were a bit shorter in this chapter, the entire thing was a bit short. Sorry about that. Paragraphs lacked as much detail and inward thinking than previous chapters, so I hope you all don't think I've lost my groove in the story or that I've suddenly changed styles on you all. It's quite unintentional, not to mention temporary.
This chapter is dedicated to Uber Rei. I want you to know, I printed out your review and stuck it on my wall! THANKS SOOO Much! I hope you got my thank you note! ^_^
And thanks to the rest of you buggers you! I love you guys! * cry- snuggle! * Ok.. I won't go THAT far. LOL
Ahem.
Legolas wandered among the mallryn trees, marveling over the beauty of Lothlorien. It had a mystical, ancient, hidden feel that overshadowed anything he had ever felt before. Not even in the untamed Greenwood did he experience such majesty.
Sounds woke him from his internal ponderings. Deciding it was best to remain hidden, but reluctant to eavesdrop, he fell back to a comfortable distance.
There was Boromir, the captain-general of Gondor. His sword was unsheathed, he was practicing?
'It is good to have one so dedicated among our company.. He decided. Then he saw the stranger. He looked to be a short, female human, but Elven eyes always pierced the surface of all they fell upon.
The stranger spoke to Boromir, perhaps giving him advice. At lest that was what it looked like from his position. He would wait to ask Boromir later. As his eyes re-focused, he found that the stranger had disappeared.
'That is strange..' He wondered. Legolas had not heard or sensed anything to suggest he had left; but clearly he was gone. 'Interesting, either I have become lax in my skills or he is very, very good.'
"AH! Legolas!" a brusque voice echoed from behind. The elf cringed; the Dwarf was becoming a nuisance..
"What do you want Gimli? And by the stars lower your voice!"
The dwarf watched with suspicion and crossed his arms over his chest. "Sneaky, light-footed elves! If you knew anything about manners, perhaps you'd get along with us Dwarves! Now, what are you doing?"
Legolas shook his head, speculating at the stubbornness of Dwarves. "I chanced upon Boromir as he was speaking with a stranger. How very odd, the wardens of Lothlorien don't let just anyone through."
"As I have observed," the Dwarf scoffed. "What did he look like, this stranger?"
"He was quite short for a human, yet not as short as you, Master Dwarf." Gimli laughed at this, "He was thin and lithe as an elf, but his hair was as red as." he searched for a simile, but the only that came to his mind was, "As the flaming deamon which took Mithrandir's life in Khazad-Dum." He stumbled over the words, which was an uncommon thing for an elf, whose speech was renowned as the most articulate and beautiful of all of Eru's creatures.
The Dwarf stroked his beard in thought. Something other than this stranger's appearance had unsettled their normally stone-steady companion. "I wish to see him for myself," said the Dwarf, "is he still there?"
"He disappeared," a voice different from Legolas' answered. The two turned to see Boromir approach with an annoyed expression on his face. "I did not think Elves eavesdropped on others, nor was I aware of their fondness to gossip with Dwarves."
Legolas winced; he had been caught. Something was seriously wrong with his hearing as of late. Both Man and Dwarf were laughing, though he could not find the reason. Had Boromir intended to be funny? Perhaps Dwarves and Men had different standards on humor than the elves, or perhaps they both understood something he did not. Either way, they were sharing a laugh at his expense, and he was growing tired of it. "T'was not gossip Boromir, I was merely discussing the stranger with Gimli. I meant no offense."
"Do not worry friend-Legolas, he intrigues me as well. Did you see his clothing? Well-worn yes, but a strange style indeed. Where could he come from I wonder?"
"If there is an answer, that demanding Haldir fellow would know. Is he not the march-warden? He knows everyone who passes in and out of this blasted.." Legolas shot Gimli a dangerous glance, "ah. forest." The Dwarf ended hastily.
Legolas could agree to a minimal extent with Gimli's impression of Haldir, though he could understand the guardian's stern personality. He had an important job, and great responsibilities lay with him.
"Ah, he's probably returned to the borders by now," said Boromir.
"And. The Lady? Would she know?" Gimli rushed with an uncontrollable awe
" Most likely," laughed the prince of Mirkwood. 'How could the Dwarf have such little fondness for Elves,' he shook his head, inwardly reflecting on the Dwarf's strange manner, 'and be so enchanted by the Lady? It made little sense, but then again, he IS a Dwarf.'
A/N's: Yay! Finally updated! Sorry folks, I've been buried under homework and finals for all this time, but my muses somehow were able to dig me out. It was a most frightening experience, I can tell you. Well, it seems that the members of the fellowship are all some how strangely obsessed with eavesdropping! First the Hobbits, now Legolas? Who's next, if anyone? Is this just a pointless, carries on for only two chapters pun? Am I being an idiot? Trampolines, dangerous backyard killers? MUUWWAHH! Oh come on! I'm the author! I can afford to be crazy in my notes!
Legolas fans rejoice! Or. not. We get our first glimpse of Leggy-chan in this fic, but unfortunately he's not having such a great time. Sorry, Leggy fans please don't flame me, I left him intact! Go flame the Leggy-torturers and molesters! (Who I make fun of in my new fic: "Eru's Big Mistake" check it out! Only one chappie so far, gomen!)
Props for Boro-kun! I hope you realize that I love him now ^_^. Paragraphs were a bit shorter in this chapter, the entire thing was a bit short. Sorry about that. Paragraphs lacked as much detail and inward thinking than previous chapters, so I hope you all don't think I've lost my groove in the story or that I've suddenly changed styles on you all. It's quite unintentional, not to mention temporary.
This chapter is dedicated to Uber Rei. I want you to know, I printed out your review and stuck it on my wall! THANKS SOOO Much! I hope you got my thank you note! ^_^
And thanks to the rest of you buggers you! I love you guys! * cry- snuggle! * Ok.. I won't go THAT far. LOL