DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of Middle Earth, or any familliar characters. I do own this 'girl', whose name will be discovered later. Enjoy reading!
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It was a late June morning in the Breeland village of Archet. Smoke was rising from the chimneys as women prepared the midday meal. The men of the village were either working in the fields, a little way from the village, or busy with crafts such as shoe-making or smithing. Small children were playing in the village square, next to the clear pond on which ducks were gliding. Doves were cooing in the tall trees that surrounded the village. It was a perfect scene of peace and harmony.
The two warriors stood on the slight rise to the west of the village. The taller of the two studied the village with intense light blue eyes.
"All appears calm. I think it will be all right if we go down there."
"You think?" the shorter one asked. "I didn't know you could, Master Elf."
The Elf laughed. "There is much you do not know, Master Gimli. But then, 'tis expected of one who cannot see further than his nose and hear anything but his own heartbeat. Or should I say his own breath?"
"Huh!" snorted Gimli. "Blasted Haldir! I''l never hear the end of that one." His eyes glittered. "But at least I can use my hands for something else than writing silly poems about tall trees and shining stars!"
"Well, I can write about new leaves and the sun too, if that makes me go up in your esteem," said Legolas.
"Now see, if you perhaps wrote about glittering gold and beautiful caves, it could be worth something. But new leaves and the sun...what use is that?"
Legolas smiled. "Alas, for someone with your understanding of truly beautiful things...it is no more use than standing here bickering while we could have food. Lets go down to the village." And with that words he strode towards the village, with a seething Gimli in his wake.
A while ago an Elf and a Dwarf wouldn't easily buy food in a town of Men, but since the Ring was destroyed, quite a lot of Elves and Dwarves travelled through the villages, and the people weren't afraid of them or shunned them like they once did. Therefore Gimli and Legolas walked confidently through the square. They had heard that the inn, The Chirping Bird, had excellent food and warm, vermin-free beds for a low price, and that was they were headed.
As they neared the playing children, a little boy with a tousled brown head saw them. "An Elf!" he yelled. "And a Dwarf!" added another child. Soon Legolas and Gimli were surrounded by small, babbling children. "You'll note, Master Gimli, how they always notice and name me first," said Legolas with grin, to which Gimli only huffed. Both of them loved children, and they answerd the many questions that were fired towards them patiently.
"Why are you so fat?" the boy who had noticed them first asked the Dwarf.
"Fat! It is no fat, child, it is all muscle. To be as good a warrior as I am, you need muscles."
"So then...he isn't a good warrior?" asked the child, pointing towards the tall, slender Legolas.
Gimli grinned. "Ah, in his own field, that would be archery, I daresay he is good enough. But in close combat, I think even you could beat him!"
"Shall he try?" asked Legolas, who had been listening with amusement. "Come, little master, let us engage in combat."
"Really?" asked the boy.
Legolas smiled, put down his travelling pack, bow and quiver, and nodded.
The boy glanced at Legolas a little warily, then launched himself at Legolas's legs. Legolas pretneded not to see the boy coming, and fell to the ground amidst the laughter of the other children. The boy hit Legolas with small fists, while the elf only covered his face.
A woman came out of one of the houses to see what the comotion was about. When she saw the Elf and the Dwarf, her nut-brown eyes lit up. She ran towards them. "Masters! I need your help!" Legolas easily fended off the boy who was using him as a punching bag and gracefully got to his feet. "And who are you, fair lady, and why would you need our help?"
The woman blushed, for she was a simple Bree-woman and 'fair' was not usually used to describe her. "I'm Lydia. A few days ago a girl came struggeling into the village. She was burning with fever and her words did not make sense. I put her to bed and fed her, then tried to heal her, but my herb teas did not work and she still lies there, tossing and turning."
"And you believe we could heal her?" asked Gimli.
"I hope so, but not only that," said Lydia. "Something I could catch in her ramblings was about a Dwarf and an Elf travelling together, and hobbits...though I see no hobbits here. But...are one of you maybe called Thran...something?"
"Thranduil?" asked Legolas.
"Thranduil! Yes, that was it!"
"That is my father," said Legolas, his attention now away from the children and focused on this woman. "I am Legolas, and this is my friend Gimli. Could we see this girl you talk about?"
Lydia nodded. "She is in my house. I will lead the way."
Lydia's house was small, dark and stuffy. *No wonder the girl can't recover* thought Legolas. *No one could heal in this air*. He said nothing, afraid to offend his hostess. He did notice that Gimliwas thinking the same thing. Even the healing chambers of the Dwarves were aired and open to light. Fresh air is essential for recovery, everyone knows that. Legolas decided to let it slip somewhere in the conversation.
Lydia turned into a room that was only slightly better aired than the rest of the house.
"Here she lays. She hasn't opened her eyes since she collapsed on this bed three days before. I've been treating her as well as I could, but..." Lydia's anxious voice trailed off as she saw the look of astonishment on Legolas's fair face.
*I know this girl!* he thought.
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Please review, constructive critism welcome. This is my first fic, so I'm just a beginner. Oh, and the girl will NOT turn out a Mary-Sue, promise. I wouldn't wish that fate on my worst enemy...
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It was a late June morning in the Breeland village of Archet. Smoke was rising from the chimneys as women prepared the midday meal. The men of the village were either working in the fields, a little way from the village, or busy with crafts such as shoe-making or smithing. Small children were playing in the village square, next to the clear pond on which ducks were gliding. Doves were cooing in the tall trees that surrounded the village. It was a perfect scene of peace and harmony.
The two warriors stood on the slight rise to the west of the village. The taller of the two studied the village with intense light blue eyes.
"All appears calm. I think it will be all right if we go down there."
"You think?" the shorter one asked. "I didn't know you could, Master Elf."
The Elf laughed. "There is much you do not know, Master Gimli. But then, 'tis expected of one who cannot see further than his nose and hear anything but his own heartbeat. Or should I say his own breath?"
"Huh!" snorted Gimli. "Blasted Haldir! I''l never hear the end of that one." His eyes glittered. "But at least I can use my hands for something else than writing silly poems about tall trees and shining stars!"
"Well, I can write about new leaves and the sun too, if that makes me go up in your esteem," said Legolas.
"Now see, if you perhaps wrote about glittering gold and beautiful caves, it could be worth something. But new leaves and the sun...what use is that?"
Legolas smiled. "Alas, for someone with your understanding of truly beautiful things...it is no more use than standing here bickering while we could have food. Lets go down to the village." And with that words he strode towards the village, with a seething Gimli in his wake.
A while ago an Elf and a Dwarf wouldn't easily buy food in a town of Men, but since the Ring was destroyed, quite a lot of Elves and Dwarves travelled through the villages, and the people weren't afraid of them or shunned them like they once did. Therefore Gimli and Legolas walked confidently through the square. They had heard that the inn, The Chirping Bird, had excellent food and warm, vermin-free beds for a low price, and that was they were headed.
As they neared the playing children, a little boy with a tousled brown head saw them. "An Elf!" he yelled. "And a Dwarf!" added another child. Soon Legolas and Gimli were surrounded by small, babbling children. "You'll note, Master Gimli, how they always notice and name me first," said Legolas with grin, to which Gimli only huffed. Both of them loved children, and they answerd the many questions that were fired towards them patiently.
"Why are you so fat?" the boy who had noticed them first asked the Dwarf.
"Fat! It is no fat, child, it is all muscle. To be as good a warrior as I am, you need muscles."
"So then...he isn't a good warrior?" asked the child, pointing towards the tall, slender Legolas.
Gimli grinned. "Ah, in his own field, that would be archery, I daresay he is good enough. But in close combat, I think even you could beat him!"
"Shall he try?" asked Legolas, who had been listening with amusement. "Come, little master, let us engage in combat."
"Really?" asked the boy.
Legolas smiled, put down his travelling pack, bow and quiver, and nodded.
The boy glanced at Legolas a little warily, then launched himself at Legolas's legs. Legolas pretneded not to see the boy coming, and fell to the ground amidst the laughter of the other children. The boy hit Legolas with small fists, while the elf only covered his face.
A woman came out of one of the houses to see what the comotion was about. When she saw the Elf and the Dwarf, her nut-brown eyes lit up. She ran towards them. "Masters! I need your help!" Legolas easily fended off the boy who was using him as a punching bag and gracefully got to his feet. "And who are you, fair lady, and why would you need our help?"
The woman blushed, for she was a simple Bree-woman and 'fair' was not usually used to describe her. "I'm Lydia. A few days ago a girl came struggeling into the village. She was burning with fever and her words did not make sense. I put her to bed and fed her, then tried to heal her, but my herb teas did not work and she still lies there, tossing and turning."
"And you believe we could heal her?" asked Gimli.
"I hope so, but not only that," said Lydia. "Something I could catch in her ramblings was about a Dwarf and an Elf travelling together, and hobbits...though I see no hobbits here. But...are one of you maybe called Thran...something?"
"Thranduil?" asked Legolas.
"Thranduil! Yes, that was it!"
"That is my father," said Legolas, his attention now away from the children and focused on this woman. "I am Legolas, and this is my friend Gimli. Could we see this girl you talk about?"
Lydia nodded. "She is in my house. I will lead the way."
Lydia's house was small, dark and stuffy. *No wonder the girl can't recover* thought Legolas. *No one could heal in this air*. He said nothing, afraid to offend his hostess. He did notice that Gimliwas thinking the same thing. Even the healing chambers of the Dwarves were aired and open to light. Fresh air is essential for recovery, everyone knows that. Legolas decided to let it slip somewhere in the conversation.
Lydia turned into a room that was only slightly better aired than the rest of the house.
"Here she lays. She hasn't opened her eyes since she collapsed on this bed three days before. I've been treating her as well as I could, but..." Lydia's anxious voice trailed off as she saw the look of astonishment on Legolas's fair face.
*I know this girl!* he thought.
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Please review, constructive critism welcome. This is my first fic, so I'm just a beginner. Oh, and the girl will NOT turn out a Mary-Sue, promise. I wouldn't wish that fate on my worst enemy...