Chapter 4
The elf held a knife close to Gimli's neck.
"Speak, dwarf. What is your name?" Gimli frowned, taken aback by the strange behaviour of his old friend.
"I thought elves were supposed have good memories?" he asked.
"That is true Master Dwarf, but it is difficult to remember things I never knew." He lowered his knife. "Now answer my question, what is your name?"
"Gimli, son of Gloin. But as I look into your eyes, I do not see the elf I could have conversations with. Who are you?" Aragorn glanced round at the other elves. They were certainly younger than what he expected. He felt something had changed.
"My name, need not be known. You are to come with me." Aragorn drew his sword, but many arrows were aiming for his head. "I don't think that is such a good idea, they are good at aiming." The elf entered a thicket of trees.
"Are we going in?"
"I want to see Legolas again, Gimli. How can I reform the Fellowship without him?" Aragorn followed into the trees.
"It reminds me of the Paths of the Dead. I was the last to enter the trail, even after an elf!" Gimli pushed back the leaves and entered the tunnel. Sat on a beautiful chair made of vines of ivy, was an elf with long blonde hair. He wore a crown, with the image of a Lorien leaf. He immediately bowed as Aragorn entered.
"Welcome, King Aragorn. It has been some time." He hugged the King, and turned to Gimli. "Is this still the dwarf I once knew?"
"Indeed. But you have also, thrived. Look at that crown!" Gimli pointed to the crown on his head.
"Yes, will since I came back, my father insisted on me taking the throne, after surviving the war." A tall elf, dressed in grey, came forth from behind Legolas. "Aragorn this is my father." Aragorn stepped forward, and bowed. The elf did not smile, or bow back, he just nodded.
"I have wanted to meet the son of my dear friend for so long now. I can see his figure in you, and his eyes."
"You knew my father?" Aragorn stood up, and looked Legolas's father in the eye.
"Why would I lie to you, Your Majesty?" He nodded his head once more, and left the small room.
"We shall have a glorious feast tonight! To celebrate the rebuilding of the Fellowship!" The hall cheered, and Legolas raised his golden goblet in the air. "To the Fellowship, King Aragorn and the happy Gimli!"
"Speak, dwarf. What is your name?" Gimli frowned, taken aback by the strange behaviour of his old friend.
"I thought elves were supposed have good memories?" he asked.
"That is true Master Dwarf, but it is difficult to remember things I never knew." He lowered his knife. "Now answer my question, what is your name?"
"Gimli, son of Gloin. But as I look into your eyes, I do not see the elf I could have conversations with. Who are you?" Aragorn glanced round at the other elves. They were certainly younger than what he expected. He felt something had changed.
"My name, need not be known. You are to come with me." Aragorn drew his sword, but many arrows were aiming for his head. "I don't think that is such a good idea, they are good at aiming." The elf entered a thicket of trees.
"Are we going in?"
"I want to see Legolas again, Gimli. How can I reform the Fellowship without him?" Aragorn followed into the trees.
"It reminds me of the Paths of the Dead. I was the last to enter the trail, even after an elf!" Gimli pushed back the leaves and entered the tunnel. Sat on a beautiful chair made of vines of ivy, was an elf with long blonde hair. He wore a crown, with the image of a Lorien leaf. He immediately bowed as Aragorn entered.
"Welcome, King Aragorn. It has been some time." He hugged the King, and turned to Gimli. "Is this still the dwarf I once knew?"
"Indeed. But you have also, thrived. Look at that crown!" Gimli pointed to the crown on his head.
"Yes, will since I came back, my father insisted on me taking the throne, after surviving the war." A tall elf, dressed in grey, came forth from behind Legolas. "Aragorn this is my father." Aragorn stepped forward, and bowed. The elf did not smile, or bow back, he just nodded.
"I have wanted to meet the son of my dear friend for so long now. I can see his figure in you, and his eyes."
"You knew my father?" Aragorn stood up, and looked Legolas's father in the eye.
"Why would I lie to you, Your Majesty?" He nodded his head once more, and left the small room.
"We shall have a glorious feast tonight! To celebrate the rebuilding of the Fellowship!" The hall cheered, and Legolas raised his golden goblet in the air. "To the Fellowship, King Aragorn and the happy Gimli!"