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Chapter 4
Gamine was allowed out of bed the next day, to her great relief. She did not like to be cooped up, that was one of the reasons she had left in the first place— the position of "wife" did not suit her. Now, under the guise of "Tommy," she could move about with little interference. Gamine felt her new name suited her well.
She pulled on her cloak and put up the hood to cover her scar as she headed to the room in which Frodo was staying. Once she reached his room, she knocked on the door and entered. Within the chamber, Frodo lay on his bed, pale and unmoving. Gamine rushed to his side in concern, but he popped up and asked:
"Did I scare you?"
Gamine almost strangled him with joy. "Yes, you did! Don't ever do that to me again, Frodo! If anything happened to you..."
"I am find, Tommy. I am sorry I worried you. Merry and Pippin told me it would be a fantastic joke!"
"They did, did they? And where are they now?"
Frodo pointed to the corner where a large mass of sheets was quivering. Gamine smiled and snuck over to the lump. She went around to the back of it and motioned to Frodo. He smiled and ran over to the door which he opened and closed loudly. Then, he said, in the direction of the laughing heap:
"She's gone!"
The two mischievous hobbits threw off the sheets that had been covering them, preparing to gloat over their successful trick, but...
"AAAARGH!" the two hobbits yelled in unison as Gamine grabbed them from behind.
"Thought you could pull one over on me, did you? Well, you must except the consequences!" Gamine tickled them mercilessly.
"Stop! Stop!" Merry laughed hysterically. "We yield!"
Gamine stopped, pink in the face, happiness spreading across it. The hobbits backed away for a moment, though.
"What's wrong, friends?" she asked, worriedly.
"Your face..." ventured Pippin. "What happened to your face?"
Gamine realized that her cloak hood had fallen off. She quickly pulled it back up, stood up, and brushed herself off. "It is nothing," she said offhandedly, trying to distance herself from the question.
"It is NOT nothing!" cried Frodo. To Merry and Pippin he said, "Tommy got that scar while he was protecting us! Aragorn told me!"
"Traitor," Gamine murmured under her breath half-heartedly.
After letting Frodo tell the story of how she had gotten her scar, Gamine left his room, hoping to go somewhere she could think. She knew she couldn't have hid the scar forever, but it was so ugly. But that didn't matter. She was going to have to be a man now, and men did not care about their looks.
She was quickly corrected on this matter as she walked straight into a passing elf. She looked up to see that he was all with long, blonde hair and an expressionless face.
"Excuse me," she said. "I was not paying attention."
"Well, that is obvious!" the elf said snootily. "You have messed up my hair."
Gamine could see nothing wrong with his hair until— There it was, a single strand out of place. She raised her eyebrow in disbelief at the vain elf in front of her, but he could not see her of course.
"Your hair is fine in my sight, Lord..."
"Legolas. And I am not a 'Lord,' I am a prince!"
"Prince, huh? Well, that's nice." Gamine began walking away, but Legolas stopped her.
"I did not dismiss you from my presence."
"I did not need to be dismissed."
"You would do well to honor your betters."
Gamine was fairly hot under the collar by this point. Who was this 'prince' to order her around. "I see no betters anywhere near here!" she retorted.
"You insult my honor? I challenge you to a fight, so that I may defend my honor from a little nothing like you! Show your face, so I may see my victim!"
"And if I refuse to both?"
"Then we will engage here instead of waiting to got to the courts."
"I have no weapon."
"Then hand to hand combat it shall be. I ask you once more, remove your hood!"
"No."
And so the fight began. Legolas attacked first, but Gamine blocked him. She did not go on the offensive, she only defended herself. Legolas seemed to think that meant that his opponent was weak, but she had a strategy. She learned his moves before she used them against him, and in order for her to do that she had to watch, not attack. When she thought she had learned his style, she moved forward.
Gamine hooked her foot around Legolas' ankle, putting him off-balance. Then, she grabbed his right arm and helped him over her hip. The elf landed on both feet, as if he were a cat. Gamine, staring, was off guard when he attacked again. She saw him running at her, so she stepped aside, planning on letting him just run past, but he caught her arm and used it to stop the momentum he had produced for the attack.
Gamine was pulled to the floor as Legolas fell. The elf was quicker to his feet, but Gamine grabbed him around the leg, and pulled him back down. She was just getting up, and Legolas was just about to pull her down again when Elrond interrupted them. He grabbed the back of each of their cloaks and held them apart.
"What are you thinking of?" he asked the prince. "This boy is a guest in my home, and he was hurt on his way here. What cause could you produce to attack him?"
"He would not remove his hood when he was ordered to," Legolas said.
"That is no excuse, foolish one. You may be a prince, Legolas, but I question your judgement." Then, to Gamine: "Thomas, do not tangle with this headstrong elf. You may be younger than him, but I believe you to be wiser than him. Put that wisdom to use."
With that, Elrond dropped the two beings' cloaks and left them. Gamine and Legolas stared at each other for a moment before turning and walking in separate directions. Little did each know that they were both fuming with the same anger and that they had the exact same thought as they turned away: Revenge.
NOTE: Thanks to all of my reviewers! You are awesome! However, I would really like to have some more reviews! If I get at least five reviews on each chapter, I will post more often! I hope you enjoy the chapter— Bye!
Chapter 4
Gamine was allowed out of bed the next day, to her great relief. She did not like to be cooped up, that was one of the reasons she had left in the first place— the position of "wife" did not suit her. Now, under the guise of "Tommy," she could move about with little interference. Gamine felt her new name suited her well.
She pulled on her cloak and put up the hood to cover her scar as she headed to the room in which Frodo was staying. Once she reached his room, she knocked on the door and entered. Within the chamber, Frodo lay on his bed, pale and unmoving. Gamine rushed to his side in concern, but he popped up and asked:
"Did I scare you?"
Gamine almost strangled him with joy. "Yes, you did! Don't ever do that to me again, Frodo! If anything happened to you..."
"I am find, Tommy. I am sorry I worried you. Merry and Pippin told me it would be a fantastic joke!"
"They did, did they? And where are they now?"
Frodo pointed to the corner where a large mass of sheets was quivering. Gamine smiled and snuck over to the lump. She went around to the back of it and motioned to Frodo. He smiled and ran over to the door which he opened and closed loudly. Then, he said, in the direction of the laughing heap:
"She's gone!"
The two mischievous hobbits threw off the sheets that had been covering them, preparing to gloat over their successful trick, but...
"AAAARGH!" the two hobbits yelled in unison as Gamine grabbed them from behind.
"Thought you could pull one over on me, did you? Well, you must except the consequences!" Gamine tickled them mercilessly.
"Stop! Stop!" Merry laughed hysterically. "We yield!"
Gamine stopped, pink in the face, happiness spreading across it. The hobbits backed away for a moment, though.
"What's wrong, friends?" she asked, worriedly.
"Your face..." ventured Pippin. "What happened to your face?"
Gamine realized that her cloak hood had fallen off. She quickly pulled it back up, stood up, and brushed herself off. "It is nothing," she said offhandedly, trying to distance herself from the question.
"It is NOT nothing!" cried Frodo. To Merry and Pippin he said, "Tommy got that scar while he was protecting us! Aragorn told me!"
"Traitor," Gamine murmured under her breath half-heartedly.
After letting Frodo tell the story of how she had gotten her scar, Gamine left his room, hoping to go somewhere she could think. She knew she couldn't have hid the scar forever, but it was so ugly. But that didn't matter. She was going to have to be a man now, and men did not care about their looks.
She was quickly corrected on this matter as she walked straight into a passing elf. She looked up to see that he was all with long, blonde hair and an expressionless face.
"Excuse me," she said. "I was not paying attention."
"Well, that is obvious!" the elf said snootily. "You have messed up my hair."
Gamine could see nothing wrong with his hair until— There it was, a single strand out of place. She raised her eyebrow in disbelief at the vain elf in front of her, but he could not see her of course.
"Your hair is fine in my sight, Lord..."
"Legolas. And I am not a 'Lord,' I am a prince!"
"Prince, huh? Well, that's nice." Gamine began walking away, but Legolas stopped her.
"I did not dismiss you from my presence."
"I did not need to be dismissed."
"You would do well to honor your betters."
Gamine was fairly hot under the collar by this point. Who was this 'prince' to order her around. "I see no betters anywhere near here!" she retorted.
"You insult my honor? I challenge you to a fight, so that I may defend my honor from a little nothing like you! Show your face, so I may see my victim!"
"And if I refuse to both?"
"Then we will engage here instead of waiting to got to the courts."
"I have no weapon."
"Then hand to hand combat it shall be. I ask you once more, remove your hood!"
"No."
And so the fight began. Legolas attacked first, but Gamine blocked him. She did not go on the offensive, she only defended herself. Legolas seemed to think that meant that his opponent was weak, but she had a strategy. She learned his moves before she used them against him, and in order for her to do that she had to watch, not attack. When she thought she had learned his style, she moved forward.
Gamine hooked her foot around Legolas' ankle, putting him off-balance. Then, she grabbed his right arm and helped him over her hip. The elf landed on both feet, as if he were a cat. Gamine, staring, was off guard when he attacked again. She saw him running at her, so she stepped aside, planning on letting him just run past, but he caught her arm and used it to stop the momentum he had produced for the attack.
Gamine was pulled to the floor as Legolas fell. The elf was quicker to his feet, but Gamine grabbed him around the leg, and pulled him back down. She was just getting up, and Legolas was just about to pull her down again when Elrond interrupted them. He grabbed the back of each of their cloaks and held them apart.
"What are you thinking of?" he asked the prince. "This boy is a guest in my home, and he was hurt on his way here. What cause could you produce to attack him?"
"He would not remove his hood when he was ordered to," Legolas said.
"That is no excuse, foolish one. You may be a prince, Legolas, but I question your judgement." Then, to Gamine: "Thomas, do not tangle with this headstrong elf. You may be younger than him, but I believe you to be wiser than him. Put that wisdom to use."
With that, Elrond dropped the two beings' cloaks and left them. Gamine and Legolas stared at each other for a moment before turning and walking in separate directions. Little did each know that they were both fuming with the same anger and that they had the exact same thought as they turned away: Revenge.